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MISTRESS OF TRANSFORMATION #2
By Tired Old Man
Chapter 8 ? Playground Fight
In the days that followed, I started to think of my cousins as my sisters,
and my aunt as my mother. I was even getting used to being called Denise. It
had been two months since I came to live with my aunt, and I was enjoying
being treated like a little sister.
But today my aunt made a very troubling suggestion, saying that I could
have girl's genitals if I wanted. That I could get rid of my penis and have
a vagina just like my cousins. I enjoyed pretending I was a little girl, but
I wasn't sure if I was prepared to actually become a little girl.
All my cousins encouraged me to become a real girl. It would have been
easy to say yes. But I resisted that temptation. What I wanted most was to
go back to being a 16 year-old boy. And if I didn't become a girl, at least
that wish would come true in 10 years.
So I said I would think about it, and then headed over to a nearby
playground with my cousins to play. We were only there a few minutes when
half a dozen boys walked onto the playground. "We have to leave," Mary spoke
up.
"But we just got here," Janet objected.
The boys walked up to us and stared at us. It was obvious that they
intended to intimidate us into leaving. Mary started walking away, with
Janet and Debbie in hand. "Come on, Denise," she yelled out, "it's time to
go home."
"I'm going to stay for a while," I yelled back.
The boy closest to me, who was about a foot taller than me, smirked.
"You heard your sister, it's time for you to go home."
"No," I replied defiantly, "I'm staying."
One of the boys laughed. "Help the little girl on her way, Dave."
The boy closest to me reached out to grab me. I responded by kicking him
in the balls. He fell to the ground, grabbing onto his crotch. Another boy
moved towards me and I punched my fist into his nose. He reeled backwards
and let out a scream. He put his hand up to his nose and I could see blood
flowing out.
Another boy was standing fairly close to me, so I gave a sidekick to his
stomach. He bent over and cried out. Then I quickly moved away from the
boys. I heard Mary screaming at me, so I walked over to her.
"What do you think you're doing?" she screamed.
"Defending myself from a bunch of shit-heads."
"You could have just walked away!" she yelled. "They weren't going to
hurt you! Did you really have to beat them up?"
I looked back at the boys and thought about what Mary had said. Part of
me agreed with her, that I could have just walked away. But the other part
of me wanted to go back and finish the job. Then Mary started pulling at me,
insisting we go home. So I yielded and followed her home.
Chapter 9 ? Confrontation with my Aunt
When my aunt found out what happened she was furious. She made my cousins
leave the house so that they wouldn't hear her yelling at me. She yelled
about what a horrible thing I had done. How I had totally failed her. "I
didn't change you into a little boy so you could beat up children," she
shouted.
She went silent immediately after she said those words. I instantly knew
that in her anger she had inadvertently revealed a secret. I realized that
the girl who made me 6 years old was actually my aunt. That there was never
a baby sitter named Cindy.
"It was you!" I shouted. "It was you all along! You're the one who had
sex with me that first night! You're the one who made me into a little boy!
How could you do such horrible things?"
"It was for your own good," my aunt replied in a subdued voice.
"No!" I shouted, "I'll determine what's for my own good! I want you to
change me back now!"
"It will take time."
"Now!" I demanded.
"I can speed up your aging. You'll age a year every day for the next ten
days. Any faster would be extremely dangerous."
"Okay," I agreed, "ten days it is."
My aunt sighed. "Are you sure you won't reconsider? We can forget about
what happened this afternoon. We can get you changed into a real girl. I
know Debbie likes having you as a little sister. And I know that you've
enjoyed being her little sister."
"No!" I insisted, "I want to be 16 years old again. I'm tired of being
little."
"Very well," my aunt sighed, "follow me."
I followed her to the kitchen and she prepared a drink for me. She gave
it to me and I quickly drank it. "What else do I need to do?" I asked.
"Nothing other than waiting," my aunt replied.
"Good," I declared, "I hope you kept the clothes I brought with me, I'm
going to need something to wear in a few days."
"They're in your suitcase in my closet," my aunt said.
Later that evening I asked my aunt where I should sleep. "In your bed of
course," my aunt laughed.
I was surprised at her humor and pleasantness. I expected her to be
glum. It made me suspicious. Could it be she had lied to me again? Could it
be that I wasn't going to get rapidly older?
When I got into bed, Debbie was already asleep. I thought that since I
was becoming a 16 year-old boy again, that my aunt wouldn't want me to sleep
with Debbie anymore. My aunt should have made me sleep on the couch. Now I
was being gnawed by doubt; afraid my aunt had tricked me.
I wondered what was going to happen to me. Hopefully my aunt was being
honest, and I would become 16 years old in 10 ten days. But then what? She
would probably send me back home. These thoughts kept me awake for a long
time, but finally I was able to fall asleep.
Chapter 10 ? Twin Sisters
The next morning I was delighted to find that I had grown taller. I was now
as tall as Debbie. She was surprised by my transformation. "We're twin
sisters now!" she shouted out.
"Just because I've grown bigger doesn't make me your twin," I laughed.
"You look like me," Debbie said.
"Yes," I agreed, "I do look a little bit like you."
"No!" Debbie disagreed, "you look exactly like me."
Her words scared me a bit and I went to take a look in the mirror. I
looked in the mirror and was shocked to see that I looked exactly like her.
Debbie stood next to me, also looking into the mirror, and I couldn't tell
the two of us apart. I was so shook up that I reached into my pajamas just
to see if I still had a penis. Thankfully I did.
Debbie got out some matching clothes for both of us to wear. I took off
my pajamas, noticing how tight they were. I knew that I couldn't wear those
pajamas again. Then I got dressed and walked from the bedroom with Debbie.
It was an interesting day. No one could tell us apart, unless they
looked in our panties that is. Debbie suggested we pretend to be each other.
Soon I was answering to the name Debbie, and she was answering to the name
Denise. It was great fun, and I hated to see the day end.
When it was time for bed I wondered what I should wear. Then Janet
brought me a pair of pajamas that she used to wear. They were a little bit
too big for me, but I knew they would fit better by morning. I got into bed,
anxious for the next day.
When I woke up, I noticed my pajamas weren't too big anymore, as I had
grown taller during the night. I went to the mirror to see if there were any
other changes. I observed that I was no longer identical to Debbie. But I
also noticed that I looked a lot more like Janet now.
I went to Janet's room and she gave me some of her old clothes to wear.
She also noticed how my appearance had changed, and asked if I was going to
be her twin tomorrow. I said I didn't know, but that maybe her mother knew.
I asked my aunt about my changing appearance. I was also concerned that
I looked and sounded like a girl. My aunt told me not to worry, that
everything would be okay by the time I reached age 16.
That day passed and the next day came. When I woke up I discovered that
I looked exactly like Janet. We dressed in identical clothes, and I had the
same sort of fun as I did when I was Debbie's twin.
That night Janet wanted to trade places where we slept, so she could
play a trick on Debbie. So I got into her bed, while she got into bed with
Debbie. The next morning I heard Janet yell out. "Something is wrong, I
still look like Janet."
I walked over near to their bedroom so I could hear them talk.
"What's wrong, Denise?" Debbie asked Janet.
"Look at me," Janet said, "I was supposed to change last night, but I
didn't. I'll take off my pajamas and you tell me if I've changed."
A few seconds later I heard Debbie gasp. "You have a gina, Denise,
you've become a real girl."
"I'm so happy to be a girl," Janet declared, "Could you run out and tell
everyone?"
Debbie said okay and opened the bedroom door. When she saw me standing
there, she stopped abruptly and then spun around and started yelling at
Janet. I could hear Janet laughing as I walked back to her bedroom.
Mary gave me some old clothes of hers to wear that morning and the
following morning. On the next day she gave me clothes that matched the ones
that she was wearing. Like Debbie and Janet before, I had become Mary's
twin. I should have had as much fun being her twin as I did with her
sisters. But I did not, because of what was happening to my penis.
Chapter 11 ? Farewell to my Penis
After Janet played her trick on Debbie, I focused more attention on my
penis. I was sure that my penis hadn't grown at all. It even seemed to be
smaller. I wondered if that was because I was getting bigger, and it wasn't
getting bigger, or if it was really getting smaller.
This morning my penis had become so small there was no doubt in my mind.
Even a newborn baby boy would have a penis and scrotum as big as mine. I was
troubled by it and went to my aunt. She had me pull down my panties and show
her. She said that there wasn't anything she could do about it. She said
that I would be entering puberty soon, and that maybe my penis would start
growing then.
The next morning my crotch was smooth except for a tiny hole to pee out
of. I was distraught that I didn't have a penis anymore. And even worse, my
breasts had started to swell. And since I had outgrown Mary's clothes, my
aunt gave me some of her clothes to wear. So I spent the day wearing clothes
that were far too big for me.
The next day my breasts had grown quite a bit, and my aunt gave me one
of her bras to wear. The cups were too big, and I was worried that in a
couple days that they wouldn't be. Also a vulva like structure had formed
around my pee hole. But I didn't have a vagina. But my aunt pointed out that
I did have a clitoris.
I went to bed with my aunt that night, not knowing what tomorrow would
bring. When I woke up in the morning my aunt examined me. I saw her stick
her fingers between the lips of my labia, and then watched as her fingers
disappeared within me. "You have a vagina," my aunt proclaimed.
I dressed in my aunt's clothes, and noticed that they were just a tiny
bit too big. I only had one more day of transformation. I was a 5'7" tall
girl currently, and I didn't hold out much hope of becoming a 6'8" tall boy
by tomorrow morning. Still I went to bed that night hoping that exactly that
would happen.
Chapter 12 ? I've become my Aunt
When I woke up, I knew that my wish had not come true. I was exactly the
same size as my aunt now, and her clothes fit me perfectly. I looked in the
mirror and saw that I looked exactly like the girl I had sex with when I
first arrived here. Exactly like my aunt when she was younger.
My aunt wasn't in the bedroom when I got up, so I went looking for her
after I got dressed in her clothes. I went into the kitchen and saw a very
large boy standing by the sink. "Who are you?" I yelled, "and what are you
doing here?"
"Don't you recognize me?" the boy laughed.
I did recognize the boy. He looked exactly like I used to when I was a
boy and 6'8" tall. I noticed that he was wearing some of the clothes I had
brought with me.
"I used to be your aunt," the boy explained. "Now I've become your
nephew and you've become my aunt. It's not what I wanted, but I always knew
it might happen."
"How is this possible?" I asked.
"I'll explain it all tonight. Right now you need to make breakfast for
your daughters."
"My daughters!" I sputtered.
"Yes, your daughters," the boy said, "you're a mother now."
Chapter 13 ? Trying to Change Back
It was a strange day pretending to be my aunt. Apparently my daughters, I
mean my cousins, had seen their mother in her young form before. They were
also looking at Dennis; I mean my aunt, and pestering him with questions. He
did a pretty good job of answering their questions.
That night Dennis followed me into the bedroom and told me to undress.
Then he said that if I wanted to switch bodies; that we had to have sex like
we did on the first night. I had my doubts about how honest he was being
with me, but decided to have sex on the chance that he was telling the
truth.
I started removing my clothes while Dennis was removing his. He got
undressed first and came over to me. I still had my bra and panties on and
he undid my bra. He started fondling my breasts. "You have such nice looking
tits, Aunt Sharon."
His hands fell from my breasts to my waist. He quickly pulled down my
panties, and let them fall to my ankles. He put a finger in my vagina and
started rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. The feeling of pleasure grew
increasingly intense and I was soon moaning. Then Dennis removed his finger
from my vagina. "You're wet enough now," he said, "get onto the bed."
I crawled onto the bed and Dennis crawled on top of me, positioning his
penis next to my labia. I noticed that his penis was erect and very large.
He started pushing his penis into my vagina. I felt his penis entering me,
and a sense of pleasure filled me. His penis continued to slide further into
me until it was half the way in. I thought about how strange it was to have
a penis entering into my body. I should be the one who had the penis.
Dennis pushed the remainder of his penis inside of me, and started
rhythmically thrusting in and out. Feelings of intense pleasure built within
me and soon I was having one orgasm after another. The orgasms went on and
on. I felt him ejaculate into me, but his penis remained firm and my orgasms
continued unabated. I felt like I had entered a state of eternal bliss.
The night passed with a blur. I remember Dennis ejaculating into me
repeatedly, but always keeping his erection. Eventually he pulled out, no
longer erect, and we both fell to sleep, exhausted.
I woke up in the morning hoping to have gotten my body back. I felt
slightly different, but I quickly determined that I was still female. Dennis
looked at me and frowned. "You've gotten older, Aunt Sharon," he said.
I went to look at myself in the mirror, and saw that he was telling the
truth. I looked like the older version of my aunt. "So this was your plan
all along," I accused him, "to make me into an older woman while you became
a teenage boy. How could you do this to me?"
"No, that was never my plan," Dennis argued, "I only wanted to make you
into a little girl, and I never wanted to be a teenage boy. If only you
would have agreed to become a little girl, we wouldn't have each other's
bodies."
"No!" I yelled, "It's not my fault! It's your fault. Everything that's
happened was your doing."
"Be that as it may," Dennis replied, "I still want my body back. We'll
just have to keep trying until we succeed. Just because we failed last
night, doesn't mean we won't succeed tonight."
"You mean nightly sex sessions don't you?" I asked.
"Yes, we have to keep trying. I know we'll succeed eventually, no matter
how long it takes."
"That could be a long time, couldn't it?" I asked, "maybe years."
"I don't think it will take years, it might only be days. But no matter
how long it takes, we'll have continue trying, and live our lives as if we
were each other. I'm Dennis now, and you're my Aunt Sharon."
It was all starting to sink in. I was a 32 year-old woman with 3
daughters. I had just slept with and had sex with my nephew. He would have
all the fun of being a teenage boy, while I had all the responsibilities of
an adult. He would continue to have sex with me every night. He might even
get me pregnant.
It hardly seemed fair. He was getting the best of a situation that was
his fault. He claimed it was not his intent to become a boy, and that he
wanted his old body back. Maybe he did, or maybe he was lying to me. The
truth was I had no reason to trust him; he had been deceptive with me from
the beginning.
"No," I said, "it's over. No more sex sessions, no more lies, you're
going home today."
"What!" he exclaimed, "You can't be serious, I have to stay so we can
get back to normal."
"No," I repeated, "you're leaving today."
"I won't go," he asserted, "this is my house."
"Not anymore," I said, "it's my house now."
"Please think what you're doing," he pled, "you'd be separating me from
my daughters."
"They're not your daughters anymore", I replied, "they're your cousins
now."
"You can't make me go," he said defiantly.
"What now, Dennis, a hidden threat of violence?" I said, "how unbecoming
of you. But it's a hollow threat, even if you could beat me, which you
can't, you'd only end up in jail."
He continued to protest, but I wasn't going to change my mind. When he
finally left that day I wondered if I had done the right thing. Would he
encounter the violence I always had, and maybe end up dead? I hoped not. I
was angry towards him, but I didn't wish his death.
And what about myself? How would I handle being an older woman and a
mother? I was afraid that I would do badly and that I would hate it. But I
felt like I didn't have any choice.
Chapter 14 ? Deciding to be a Little Girl
After a few days of being a mother I felt I wasn't doing too badly. But with
my daughters in school it reminded me that I should be attending eleventh
grade. And the truth kept beating in my head; I wasn't really their mother.
I knew that, and I sensed that they suspected it.
I hadn't asked for this, and I didn't want it. I wished there was
someway out. I didn't want to play the role of mother. I didn't want to be
32 years old. I had been robbed of 16 years of my life, and wanted them
back.
I got an unexpected letter from Dennis that day. He apologized profusely
for what he had done, and he also offered an explanation as to why our sex
session had failed. He said that he had failed because he had become male,
and that with the right training, I could succeed where he had failed.
I decided to take a chance, and arranged for him to come back. When he
arrived I was actually glad to see him. We started the training sessions
almost immediately. I found most of what he told me to be very hard to
believe. But considering what had happened to me, the unbelievable was
probably true.
Then a few weeks later I was able to make myself 16 years old again. I
was still female, but I was very excited by my accomplishment. Dennis
explained that I could only change myself once a month, and that I would
only be younger for a few hours.
That night Dennis and I had another lengthy session of sex. Only this
time I was the one controlling the transformation. The next morning I was
disappointed to have become a 32 year-old woman again. But I was very
excited to see that Dennis had become a little boy.
The girls were also excited that Dennis had become a little boy. He put
on the girls clothes that I had worn, and I styled his hair just like my
daughters. Soon they were calling him Denise, and saying that he was their
little sister.
A month later I was ready to try and change Denise into a girl. I fixed
him a potion to drink, and then started rubbing various parts of his body.
Then while I was holding his penis it started to shrink. The girls gathered
around and watched while his penis vanished and a vulva formed.
After Denise became a girl we went out and celebrated. The girls were in
high spirits, so happy that Denise had finally become a real girl. And I was
excited that I had succeeded in changing a boy into a girl.
Denise and Debbie were sharing a bed now, with Debbie glad to have a
little sister again. Denise seemed to love being a little girl. I wondered
if she still wanted to be Aunt Sharon. But when I asked her, she assured me
that she did.
A month after Denise had become a girl; I had her spend the night in bed
with me. We each drank special potions, got into bed together, and held each
other tightly. I suddenly felt tingly all over and fell to sleep.
In the morning I was excited to see Aunt Sharon in bed next to me. She
was herself again, and I had become a little girl. Aunt Sharon smiled at me.
"Good morning, Denise. It's still kind of early, so why don't you put on
your pajamas and go slip into bed with Debbie." I did exactly that.
I was so happy to not be the mother, to not be so old. It was so much
better to be a little girl. I greatly enjoyed being a little girl in the
days that followed. I started to think of Debbie, Janet and Mary as my
sisters instead of my daughters. I also started thinking of Aunt Sharon as
my mommy.
A month after I became a little girl, my new mommy said it was time to
change me back to a boy. "Can I do the things you showed me if I'm a boy?" I
asked.
"No," my new mommy answered, "only women can wield those powers. But I
already told you that. Now let's get you changed back to a boy, so I can
keep my word and change you back to a 16 year-old boy next month."
"If boys can't do those things, then I want to stay a girl," I said.
"You want to stay the way you are?" my new mommy asked.
"Could you make me Debbie's twin?" I asked. I was so happy when my new
mommy said yes.
Epilogue
Karen and her mother were flying out to visit Aunt Sharon. Karen had been
told that Dennis was now a little girl, but she found it hard to believe.
"You expect me to believe that Dennis has become a little girl?" Karen asked
skeptically.
"Her name is Denise now," her mother replied, "and she's a 7 year-old
girl, though she'll soon be 8 years old."
Karen didn't see how such statements could possibly be true. She never
believed her mother when she said that Aunt Sharon had supernatural powers.
But they would soon be arriving at Aunt Sharon's house, and she would see
for herself.
"But even if Aunt Sharon had such powers," Karen argued. "Why would
Dennis agree to become a little girl?"
"Denise wants to become a mistress of transformation," her mother
answered.
"A mistress of transformation," Karen repeated. "Isn't that what you
said Aunt Sharon was?"
"Yes, and Sharon says that Denise will someday be a very powerful
mistress of transformation."
"But why become a little girl?" Karen asked. "Wouldn't it make more
sense to at least become a teenage girl?"
"I asked Sharon about that," her mother replied. "She said Denise needs
lots of training before she reaches puberty. Otherwise Denise would only
become a weak mistress of transformation, and would require constant
supervision to perform any transformation."
Karen shook her head. The whole idea of magic and being able to
transform people seemed so utterly preposterous. Karen looked at her mother.
Waiting for her to laugh and say it was all a joke. But she knew her mother
had never been one to play jokes.
A few hours later they arrived at Aunt Sharon's house. Aunt Sharon
greeted Karen and her mother at the door and then introduced them to her
daughters Janet and Mary. Then she took them to a bedroom where two
identical little girls were playing with dolls.
"And these are the twins, Debbie and Denise," Aunt Sharon said.
"How can you tell them apart?" Karen's mother asked.
"I can't," Aunt Sharon laughed.
Karen saw one of the girls look up at her and smile broadly. "Karen!"
the little girl called out, "I missed you so much." Then the little girl ran
over and gave Karen a hug.
"That would be Denise," Aunt Sharon laughed.
Karen found it difficult to accept that this little girl was her older
brother. Karen decided to interrogate the little girl. Prove that she
couldn't be her brother. The little girl grabbed her hand first. "Come see
my dollies."
"Okay, Denise," Karen replied, "but first, do you know who this is?"
Karen stepped aside so the little girl could see Karen's mother.
"Mommy!" Denise shouted, rushing to embrace her mother. Her mother
hugged and kissed her.
"You can't have two mothers," Karen said.
"I can too," Denise insisted. "Nancy is my first mommy and Sharon is my
second mommy."
Karen wondered how the little girl knew that Karen's mother's first name
was Nancy. "How old are you, Dennis?" Karen asked.
The little girl seemed to stiffen and answered in a lowered voice. "I'm
Denise now, Karen. I haven't forgotten that I was Dennis, but I've tried to
bury those memories. And if you must know, I can tell you that I would have
been 17 years old tomorrow."
Karen was spooked by the answer. "How old are you, Denise?" she asked.
"I'm 7," the little girl said.
"And how old will you be in two weeks?" Aunt Sharon asked.
The little girl paused for a second, and then smiled and said "8."
Aunt Sharon smiled at Denise. "Why don't you introduce Debbie to your
first mother and sister." Denise pulled Debbie over, and Debbie said hi to
her aunt Nancy and her cousin Karen. Then Denise and Debbie went back to
play with their dolls.
Karen watched for a while and then left the room with her aunt and
mother. Karen was feeling numb; it appeared that her older brother had
really become a little girl. She didn't understand how such a thing was
possible. She sat down and turned her attention to her mother and aunt, who
were discussing Denise.
"So how is Denise doing in school?" Nancy asked. "When she was a boy she
didn't do very well and didn't much care for school."
"She's doing very well," Sharon replied, "and she loves second grade."
"So has she forgotten most of what she learned in the higher grades?"
Nancy asked.
"Not really forgotten," Sharon commented, "just buried and dug up again.
But it's almost like learning things for the first time. This way she can
recall things at the same time Debbie learns them."
"And fighting," Nancy asked, "has she buried her knowledge of that?"
"I don't know, but she never gets in fights."
"And is she happy?" Nancy asked.
"Very happy, she loves being Debbie's twin sister."
"Then I'm glad I sent Dennis to you. You probably saved his life by
changing him into a little girl. Thank you."
Karen saw one of the little girls come up to her. "Are you mad at me,
Karen?" the little girl asked.
"No I'm not mad at you, Denise, it's just so surprising to me that you
became a little girl."
"You don't want a little sister?" Denise asked.
"Of course I want a little sister, and I couldn't ask for a better
little sister than you." Karen hugged her little sister, thinking that maybe
she did prefer to have a little sister after all.
THE END
Author's Note:
Is there any interest in having me continue this story? It would be about
Denise and her development into a mistress of transformation.
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