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(A sequel to "The Gentle Giant by" Anon Allsop") Written with the permission of Anon Allsop Author's note. I read Anon's story "The Gentle Giant" and loved it. I am quite pleased when I read a story where right overcomes wrong, especially when bullies finally get their 'due'. At Anon's invitation to write a sequel about Lester's conversion I could not pass the opportunity. So here is my version of what happens to Lester. This story resumes where Lester has just received his humiliation at the hands of Ryan and ends at the same point as Anon's Gentle Giant. Additional note: Earlier releases of Gentle Giant had a name difference. Lester was called Greg and Crystal when enfemme. In this sequel and Anon's re-release of Gentle Giant, Greg becomes Lester and Crystal becomes Leslie. Thanks, Anon, for a very nice story and for the much appreciated comments and assistance with this sequel. Thank you also to Elrod W. the Creator of Bikini Beach for the wonderful universe to write in. *********************** 1 The Letter Lester slapped away the helping hands of his friends as they attempted to help him out of the shallow water where he sat unceremoniously. The pain in his fractured elbow was a sore reminder of the thrashing he had received at the hands of that "faggot" Ryan Trimmer. His ego was a shambles and the only thing on his mind was retribution. "Fuck off Mark!" Lester said as his friend offered a hand to help him out of the water. "Just leave me the hell alone." Lester continued. "Come on Les. You need to get that arm looked at." Mark said. "Screw you Mark. Just leave me be. I didn't see you guys helping me a few minutes ago when I needed it." "Fine. Suit yourself, asshole. Besides you asked for it, you should have left the girl alone like I suggested. Whatever came over you anyway? She is not worth going to jail over. Come on guys, lets get out of here." Mark said to the others. Lester had managed to get to his feet, the water dripping from his clothes. Lester held his fractured arm tightly as the pain became more intense, helping to reinforce his foul mood. "Yeah, good idea, just get the fuck out of here and leave me alone." Lester said to the group as he walked away towards the flower-lined pathway that lead out of the park. He heard one of the group give a low chuckle. "He looks like a drowned rat" he said, which sparked more pronounced laughter. "Fuck you guys." Lester said called angrily over his shoulder, his shoes making a sick, sucking sound as he walked intensified his foul disposition. "I'll get even with that wimp. He'll be sorry for this." Lester said to himself as he made his way to the walk-in clinic on Main Street. *** Ryan had explained the episode to his "Grandmother". He knew that she did not condone his use of fighting. Ryan had long ago promised her that he would never use his skill in Karate in anger. It had been one of the conditions she had set when she agreed to help his Mom after his father had been sent to prison and had ultimately passed away. This was different. He had no other option but to fight Lester. Ryan had protected Beth. Had he not confronted Lester, Beth would have been raped right in front of him. Ryan was mildly surprised that "Grandmother" had responded the way she did. Instead of being mad at him she had actually given him a hug and a "Well done" in response. The incident was soon forgotten by Ryan and Beth, but not so for Grandmother. She was very concerned about Lester. She was well aware of what he might do in the way of retribution but was more concerned of what would eventually happen to him if he did not change his ways. He was not going to like what she had in mind, but it was, in the long run, in his best interest. This was something she would have to do and, as much as she despised it, she would have to keep it a secret. There was no need for Ryan and Beth to know what happened, even Anya had no need to know. Then was also the matter of what to do about Mark.... *** Almost a month had passed since the confrontation with Ryan and Beth, a month in which his so-called friends had made a point of avoiding him. Lester was sure that one on the guys had opened their big mouth about the incident. He had not intended to really screw her, just humiliate her a little and in the process assert his dominance over Ryan.. The word had gotten around that he had tried to rape the girl though, and everyone was treating him like he had the plague. This did not help Lester's mood at all. If anything Lester had become even more vicious. He had even taken some pleasure out of kicking or hurling stones at any stray animals that he encountered. Being ostracized was bad enough but the boredom was really getting to him. Even Mark, his so-called best friend, had made his short "fat- ass" somewhat scarce. He had only seen Mark twice since the incident, each time at the Burger Hut and then only for a few minutes. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon and Lester was alone. His parents and his fourteen year old sister Kristen had gone to visit his grandparents for the weekend. Lester, feigning a promise to help do some work on a friend's car, had declined to go with them. Lester had really decided to spend the afternoon watching the ball game and having a few beers. It was halfway through the game when the doorbell rang. Lester got up from the recliner where he had been watching a rather exciting ballgame. He was off balance because of the cast on his injured arm and, losing his balance, he slipped and hit his shin on the coffee table. In the process, he knocked over the can of Bud Lite he had pilfered from his father's stock. "Fuck, of all the times-- " Lester said in frustration at being disturbed. He gave the can a swift kick, emphasizing his mood and sending the remaining contents spraying over the carpet. He was glad that the cast would be coming off the following Monday. *** Lester was not expecting any packages but the small FedEx overnight express package had his name on it. He looked at the sender's name and all it said was Bikini Beach resort. Return to sender if undeliverable to addressee. Lester returned to the sofa, sat down and opened the tightly sealed package. Inside was a membership card and a letter. The card, a credit card affair had a Bikini Beach logo and the words Five Year Membership. His name was embossed on the front of the card and there was a magnetic strip on the back and a place for a signature. it looked real enough. Lester set the card aside and turned his attention to the letter. Dear Mr. Miller, Congratulations: Enclosed you will find a valid Five Year Membership at Bikini Beach Water Park and Resort worth several thousand dollars. As part of our new process of reducing our tax liability, we have entered the names of all students at the High School in a drawing. You have won the Grand prize. Several other students have also won prizes ranging from one day to five year passes. These prizes are, for us, tax deductible. This reduction in tax liability helps us and rewards the winners. In order to prevent any influencing of the winners decisions to become members later, the names of all winners will be kept anonymous. As the Grand Prize winner, you have actually won a five year full membership rather than just a pass. In order to activate the membership prize, you will need to present the enclosed card at our main gate anytime up to 12 PM one week from Tuesday next. If you decide to decline your membership prize, you may do so by not coming to the park as scheduled, in which case the card will expire on the date specified and will be subsequently awarded to another student. We again congratulate you and look forward to having you as one of our members. Please bring your bathing-suit and be prepared for a very interesting and fun filled experience as a member of our family. Regards, Membership Committee Lester set the letter aside and picked up the card and examined it again. Nowhere did he see any fine print or exceptions to the membership. It looked like the genuine article. "Well that place ought to be interesting, a break from this fucking boredom." He said to himself as he slipped the card into his wallet. He had heard about the place. Expensive but nice. There was supposed to be a lot of good looking "chicks" that hung out there and Lester was more than happy to check them out. 2 The Park Visit The grayed haired woman was not happy at the prospect of being so devious, but she had to make Lester believe that he had won a membership at Bikini Beach in such a way that would not get him suspicious. It had to be of his own free will that he came to the park, however. Knowing human nature as she did, she was sure that he would not pass up the opportunity to get something for free. She smiled at the thought of Lester's surprise when he realized what the "conditions" were going to be. He would get one last chance to back out. Grandmother always gave the changelings that possibility. *** On the last day before the card expired Lester sat in his beat-up car in the Bikini Beach parking lot and enjoyed the parade of pretty girls that headed towards the gate. He did notice a few men and boys going in as well but they were far outnumbered by the girls that entered. "Much better for me." He thought at the prospect of the male to female ratio. He could hear the voices of the girls inside who appeared to be having the fun of their lives. He could not see much due to the high fence. Just the top of the waterslide was visible and not once did he see any boys. "They must be all occupied with the chicks." He said to himself. "I better get in there and check this out." He thought with a smile. He was sure he would be able to score big-time. Lester got out of his old Pontiac firebird, his black spandex swim trunks in his hand and headed towards the gate. "Have a nice time Sweetheart." One middle aged woman said as she passed him going the other way. Lester thought to say something sarcastic in response to the woman's use of the term Sweetheart but he held his peace. "Not with you, hag." Lester whispered to himself. The old woman at the gate window looked up as he approached. "Can I help you son?" She asked with a pleasant smile on her face. "Err, yes. I got this by FedEx the other day." Lester replied handing the woman the membership card. "Oh yes. You are Lester Miller?" "Yes." Lester replied. "Can I see your driver's license? I need to verify your identity." Lester handed the woman his student drivers license and watched as she scrutinized the license against his features. She handed him back the license. "Thank you. Congratulations young man. You are very lucky. Can you stand off to the side a moment while I take care of the people behind you? Then we can go into the office and activate this card." Lester did as he was asked and waited for a woman of about thirty five and her two boys to get tickets. The woman said she was the boys' mother and that her two boys were ten and thirteen years old. He was quite surprised when she bought a day pass for herself and two lifetime memberships for her boys. The woman wrote the large check without flinching at the price. There was obviously a lot of well to do people here that he could hit on, Lester thought to himself. He was surprised when the old woman asked her if she was sure she wanted lifetime memberships for the boys. Most business people would not hesitate to make a sale like that. The woman replied, "Oh definitely yes." The sale was made and the woman and her boys went through the gate with a reminder to shower before going into the park. "Hi Dude." Lester heard a call from behind. Lester turned and saw Mark approaching. "What are you doing here?" Lester asked as the short stocky boy approached. "I won a year's membership in some contest. Mark said waving the letter. "No kidding." I did too. A five year membership. The Grand prize. Lester replied emphasizing he won the Big one. "Really. How about that. Hey they say there are a lot of 'hot' chicks here." Mark said. That water slide looks like a good place to start." "Yeah, that ought to be fun." Lester said, glad he had his best friend to share the day with. "And you are?---" The old woman said to Mark as she left the booth. "Mark Prescott. Les here is my friend" Mark said as he handed the woman his letter. "Good. You boys should have a great time today. Come with me and I will get your passes activated." Grandmother said with a sly smile. The boys did not catch the emphasis on "Great" that she had made. The three walked across the parking lot towards the building that sat astride the fence. A sign marked "Office" plainly visible from the parking lot side of the building. "First, everyone here calls me Grandmother, so please feel free to use that name. Do you both think your going to like it here as members?" "Sure Mark replied. It should be a lot of fun. "Yeah, with all the girls here it sure will." Lester added. "Yes, I think you boys will get real close to the girls here." Grandmother countered with a gleam in her eye. "Real close. Now if you boys will sign the back of your cards and give them to me I will activate your membership. Just remember health rules require that you both take a shower before going through the turnstiles at the park entrance." Grandmother handed the plastic membership cards to Lester and Mark. "You're all set. Enjoy. The showers are just beyond that door." She said, pointing to the door at the rear of the office area. "Oh by the way, you won't need the cards today since your entering through my office but you will need them when you come in again by the gate. "Thank you Ma'am." The boys said almost in unison. They almost tripped over each other as they made a bee-line towards the door. "So how did you get here Mark. I didn't see your car in the parking lot? Lester asked as they walked towards the clearly marked Men's showers. "Aw, it broke down again so I took the bus. Mark replied. "You have been avoiding me lately. How come?" Lester asked caustically. "You know damned well why. That stunt you tried to pull on Beth could have gotten us in a lot of trouble. I didn't need my folks finding out that I was there! It's a good thing she didn't turn you in." Mark said forcibly. "OK, OK. So it was a stupid stunt. I wasn't going to fuck the girl, just scare her and that geek Ryan. He gets me so pissed off. He has a lot of nerve trying to crash our territory. And that Beth, I just don't understand what makes her think she's so god damned superior to everyone else." "Well that's not what Nate told everyone at the Burger hut that weekend. He told them that you were going to pin her ass to the carpet." "I never said that. That asshole. I'll fix his ...." Lester's comments were cut short as they entered the bathhouse. "For such an expensive place they don't put a lot into the bathhouse." Lester commented as he looked around. There was a row of steel gray lockers flanked on each side by a plain wooden bench against one wall and a row of shower heads with short modesty panels between each on the other wall. Lester and Mark each took a position at opposite ends of the lockers. After changing into their swim trunks, they stored their clothes in a locker and headed for one of the shower stalls. As the lukewarm water hit his skin Lester closed his eyes and enjoyed the relaxing feeling. He did not notice the pink mist that rose up from the floor as the water hit it. Lester opened his eyes at the sound of a scream that assaulted his ears. A little girl's scream. Looking towards the end of the row of showers he saw her. A girl of about 10 years old wearing a pink and blue printed bikini bottom. Lester started to tell her that she was in the wrong bathhouse but stopped short when he heard the high pitched sound of his own voice. The girl at the other end of the room was pointing straight at him. She seemed hysterical. "I, I saw you change, I saw you change, Les, you changed into a, a girl." The girl stopped screaming and settled down. She started smiling. "Hey Leslie, are you going to stand there all day? We got a date with the water slide remember?" She said calmly. Lester choked when he heard the girl call him by name. Somehow he knew that he had promised to spend some time at the water slide with her, but he just could not remember why. He reached for the shower faucet and had to reach upward. He did not have to do that when he turned it on. That is when the long strands of wet blonde hair fell across his face. He reached up to push it away and then he saw his hand. A tiny feminine hand. He checked his spandex trunks and in it's place was a black bikini bottom. "Oh shit. Oh shit was all he could get out of his mouth. Fear gripped him at that moment as he reached under the bikini bottom and checked on his 'equipment". Lester almost fainted as he felt the soft hairless nether region where his now missing manhood had been replaced with the comparable female equivalent. He reached behind his back with his free hand and felt the long wet strands of hair that fell just below his shoulders. He felt his legs go weak at the realization of what he now was. At that moment the outside door opened and grandmother entered. "Well girls, are you going to stay in here all day? She said with a smile. "Here put these on." She handed each the matching top to the bottoms that they were wearing. "We do not allow topless bathing here at Bikini Beach. Even young girls like yourselves have to be properly covered. And Leslie, young girls do not do what I just saw you doing. "Thank you Ma'am." Mandy said, reaching for the bikini top. "I thought I had lost it." Mandy slipped the top across her flat chest with ease. "Now run along dear. Your mother is outside waiting for you. I need to talk to your friend for a few minutes." "Yes Ma'am." Thank you. She said picking up her small white purse which had been moments before a man's wallet. She turned to Lester. "See you later. Don't forget to meet me at water slide." "Yeah ,sure. Later." Lester replied but not paying attention. His eyes fixed on the old lady. Mandy slipped out the door and was gone. Lester turned to the old woman. You did this to us didn't you? You turned us into girls. What are you? Some kind of witch? I demand you turn me back into my real self. "Demand? Demand, your in no position to demand anything. Come with me young lady. I have a few words to say to you in private." The old woman said sharply. Lester winced at being called a young lady. He did not realize that he had just tied the Bikini top onto his barely budding breasts as if he had been doing it for a long time. Lester followed the woman back to the office. He felt very self conscious of his new girlish appearance. As he walked across the grass towards the office several girls gave him a smile and a friendly hello in greeting. He suspected that their subtle greeting meant that they knew what had happened to him. Lester had never felt so humiliated. "Sit down and keep quiet." The old woman said sternly, sounding like a school teacher talking to a wayward student. She pointed to the chair that Lester had just recently occupied as a strapping young man. Lester eased his now much smaller feminine frame into the chair. Grandmother sat in her swivel back chair behind her desk. She allowed her half glasses to slide down her nose and peered over the top of them effectively giving her an even sterner appearance. She just looked at Lester for a solid minute without saying anything. The pre-pubescent girl that had been Lester slide down in her chair to avoid the stare. The room's deathly quietness was interrupted as a teenage girl walked in and placed a bundle on the edge of Grandmother's desk. "The young lady's clothes." The girl said. "I thought she might be needing them." She continued as Grandmother raised an eyebrow. "Thank you Louise." Just leave them on the counter for now." "Yes Ma'am. The young woman looked over at Leslie and smiled. "Welcome to Bikini Beach." She said in a friendly tone and then turned and left the office. "Now, to answer some of your questions, which I am sure you have. Don't interrupt me until I'm done and then if you have any other questions I will be happy to answer them." "First, you are being given a new chance to start your life over. You may not believe this but I am doing you a big favor. A few years from now, if things did not change, you would have ended up in prison. Look at yourself, I have changed you into a pretty 12 year old girl. If I can do that it is obvious that I can also read the future and the past. Believe me Lester, this is the best way I know to help you help yourself." "Second, Unlike your friend, who has no memory of being a boy, you are going to keep your memories so that you can relate your old life to your new one. Call it punishment if you will but in the end it will make you a far better person. This change into a girl, in your case, will last at least five years - the length of your membership. Mandy, on the other hand, will have the option to become his old self again after spending a year as a ten year old girl. After that he will be able to change back to his old self if he chooses but he will vaguely remember spending time as a little girl and he will make a better man for the experience. "Third, Bikini Beach is a refuge for the female gender. To escape for a little while at least the likes of men and boys like you. It is not the place you thought it was, a place to score or hit on the girls. That is why the men that do come in here do not stay that way. They become and act like females for the duration of their pass." "And lastly, an explanation. You picked the wrong boy to bully, Lester. Ryan is the son of a very dear friend. When his father died I promised to look after Ryan and his Mom, so I have taken him under my protection as if he were my own grandchild. I knew Ryan could take care of himself, but when you attempted to rape his friend Beth you went too far. I know that if Ryan had not broken his promise to me not to fight anyone you would have succeeded in your dirty deed. And yes, you would have gone to jail for that, but Beth would have had to live with the stigma and humiliation the rest of her life. For that you will now learn what it is like to be the 'weak' female. As Leslie however, you have a lot of potential for great things. Learn well dear. I promise you this, if you do make the effort and become the girl I know you can be, and decide to renew your membership, I will remove the old memories and thus the humiliation that you will experience. It will then be as if you had always been a natural girl." With the last comment the old lady smiled, removed her eyeglasses and her countenance returned to her more gentle and friendly nature. "Any questions?" "You have no right to do this to us. Change us back or I will call the cops!" Lester responded with an weak attempt a bravado. "Now dear. What are you going to tell them?" She asked pointing to Lester's now childish form. "That you are a seventeen year old boy that was changed into a twelve year old girl by a magician? The only thing that will get you is a visit to the child psychiatric ward" Grandmother said calmly. "But you can't be serious. You expect me to go home like this? I don't know anything about being a girl." Lester responded pleadingly. "Yes, Leslie. I do expect you to go home like that. I have changed your reality and that of your family and Mandy's slightly. To your sister and father and to Mark's parents, both of you and Mandy will have always been girls and best friends. Only you and I and your mother know the truth. From now on everyone else will know you as Leslie Ann Miller, a 12 year old girl with an exceptional talent for the ballet. "Ballet? You have got to be kidding! I don't know anything about Ballet, that's for sissies!" Lester exclaimed. He had missed the reference that his mother would now the truth. "Yes, Ballet. Not the thing that a Macho boy would do is it? Considering your current appearance I don't think you have to be worried about being called a sissy. As for knowing how to perform ballet, just concentrate, You have all the knowledge you need inside that pretty head you now possess. Just think about what you need to remember and it will all come back. Now enough! Run along and enjoy the park. Mandy is waiting for you at the water slide. I'll put your clothes back in the bathhouse next to Mandy's." Grandmother said as she picked up the bundle. "Oh, by the way, here is you bag. Girls must always have that with them. You never know when you are going to need the things inside." Grandmother then held the office door open for the young girl. Lester took the small pink bag which had a tie-string at the top from the old lady. It bore no resemblance to his wallet that he had left in the bathhouse. The "Power Puff Girls" Logo attested to that. He then got out of the chair and walked outside into the bright sunlight. As he walked towards the water slide in his black lycra bikini, he was acutely aware for the first time of the small female body that he was now compelled to live in. He felt a real sense of fear, coupled with the humiliation at the loss of his masculinity. He sat down on a nearby bench beside the entrance to the water slide and felt tears cloud his eyes and roll down his face. For the first time since he was a little boy Lester started to cry. Lester did not realize that at that moment, inside the very core of his id, the long suppressed abuse suffered at the hands of his father and the rebellion that had resulted began to heal. In this reality the abuse had never happened. *** "Leslie what's the matter?" The voice startling Leslie out of her doldrums of self pity. Leslie looked up at the girl and for a moment did not comprehend why a little girl would be calling him Leslie. Then reality flooded back. It was Mark. No, it was Mandy. Lester/Leslie for a moment just stared at the girl. His countenance appeared so foul that the young girl backed away a step. "Leslie are you all right. You were crying. What's wrong?" Mandy asked with obvious concern for her friend. Leslie had to think fast. I'm alright. Just something at home that was bothering me. It's nothing." Leslie said wiping the last tears from her eyes. "Did you get in trouble or something?" Mandy asked innocently. "A little bit. Dad is a little mad at me that's all. Forget it. Lets go to the water slide." Leslie said in an effort to change the subject. "Cool. Lets go. My Mom is waiting at the refreshment stand. She said that she would treat us both to lunch first." Mandy replied enthusiastically, instantly forgetting the conversation. For the rest of the day the two young girls enjoyed the day at the park. Leslie had so much fun with Mandy and her mom that she had totally forgotten the fact that just a few hours earlier she had been a seventeen year old boy. It was not until the two returned to the bathhouse that Leslie became acutely aware again of who and what she now was. *** When Lester had arrived at the Park he had been wearing faded jeans, a cut off NASCAR tee shirt and Reeboks. When he opened the door to the locker he found that he now had a pink denim skirt, a white pullover top with a little pink flower design and short ruffles sleeves and pink and white Reeboks. Sitting on top of the clothes was a white pair of cotton panties, a short half slip, pink ankle socks, pink and white hair ribbon and a training bra. It took her a minute to realize that she was expected to dress in the clothes. Mandy had put on a light green sundress and was buckling up her maryjanes when she looked at Leslie. "What are you standing there for Leslie? Hurry up and get dressed. My Mom is waiting to take us home. She said she was going to put your bike in the back of her car. We have got to hurry." Mandy said. "What bike? I have my car outside." Leslie said forgetting herself. "Car? Leslie you can be such a clown at times. Mandy replied with a giggle. Leslie/Lester had to be more careful. He had almost slipped up and he was sure that Mandy would tell her mom how strange her friend was acting. Lester did not need that to happen. "Just kidding." Leslie replied, realizing that the Old Lady would have covered the car issue. Lester opened his purse and checked his license. In it's place he now had a card marked Student ID with a picture of a young girl on it. "Damn." He said to himself as he became aware of just how thorough the Old Lady was. With that Lester slowly got dressed in the girls clothes. He hated every minute of the humiliating experience yet still was surprised at how easily he had been able to put on the unfamiliar clothes, especially the bra. It was so automatic that it was like he had done it many times before. Everything fit perfectly. Yet, he felt so conspicuous. He was sure that Mandy's mom and everyone else would know he was a guy in drag. His worst fear did not materialize however. No one paid him the slightest attention. All anyone saw was two girls walking out into the park and towards the exit gate. The only one that felt out of place was Lester himself. He felt like a transvestite queer as the wind blew up around his legs and under the pink denim skirt. Deep inside Lester knew he had to find a way out of this ridiculous situation. He did not comprehend the fact that it was going to get worse before it got better. 3 Mom's revelation During the ride home Leslie was withdrawn again into self pity. She did not say much in response to the endless chatter that her friend kept up. It was obvious that Mandy had no recollection of her past self. Her topics of conversation limited to clothes, the latest Disney movies and her Barbie collection. None of which interested Leslie. At least not yet. Leslie did retreat from her silence as Mandy's Mom announced that she was home. Leslie looked out the window of the car before getting out. Everything seemed to be the same but she was sure it was not going to be anything like Lester was used to. Fear at her reception gripped the now young girl. It must have shown on her face as Mandy's Mom, having set Leslie's bike on the edge of the driveway asked if she was alright. "You look a little pale dear. You have been quiet all the way home. I had better talk to your mother." "No I'm fine." Leslie replied. "Just the same, I had better talk with her." She replied just as June Miller came out the front door. "Hi, Louise. I see you found Leslie in your travels." "Hi June. Yes we did. As a matter of fact she was at the front gate as Mandy and I arrived. We spent the entire day together. She has seemed a little withdrawn though. I thought she might be getting a little ill but she denies it. I thought it best to let you know." Louise said. "Oh, well I'll check her for a temperature and call the doctor if it is necessary. Thanks for letting me know." "No problem. It's probably not much. Maybe something she ate at the park didn't agree with her. Mandy, stay in the car." Louise said to Mandy, who had started to get out of the car. "We had better get home and make your father his supper." "See you later Louise and thanks again for watching Leslie." "Like I said June. It's not a problem. When these two are together it is quite easy, watch one is like watching both." Louise replied "Bye Leslie. I'll call you later." Mandy said from the open window of the car. "Bye." Leslie replied as she took the handles of the unfamiliar girl's bike and pushed it towards the garage. "Leslie, after you put your bike away come into the kitchen. I want to talk to you." June Miller said giving her child a strange look. "Yes mother." Leslie replied. He had not used that term in years and June smiled at the response as she turned and entered the side door to the kitchen area. As Lester walked through the breezeway that connected the garage to the house his mind was in turmoil. He was sure that everything he knew as a boy was going to be a lot different unless he found a way to resist. Magic or not, he was not going to let the old woman make a sissy out of him. It was bad enough that he was now wearing a skirt and everyone thought he was a girl. He would have to play out the 'game' for the time being until he worked out a plan. One thing was for sure, he had to get out of these sissy clothes and cut this long hair. Yeah that was it, he would start by cutting his hair and getting into some boy's clothes. His mother had other plans. *** "In here young lady." June Prescott said as Lester/Leslie came into the mudroom just off the kitchen. "Sit." She said to Leslie as she came through the door. "So how does it feel Lester? Being a girl?" June said with the biggest smile Lester had ever seen on her face. "You know?" Lester said as a feeling of nausea overtook him. "Of course. Grandmother called me right after you got that letter and told me what she had planned for you if you showed up at the park and why." "You let her do this to me! Mom how could you?" Leslie said almost shouting. "After what you did to Ryan and tried to do Beth? Just be glad your sitting there in a skirt and panties and not in a diaper. I was sorely tempted to have that happen Lester. I really was. The only thing that stopped me after talking to Mrs. Beach was that I did not want to go through changing messy diapers again." June replied caustically. Softening her tone a little she continued. "So now what? I'll tell you. You are now Kristen's younger sister by two years. I am putting her in charge of teaching you how to be a girl. Neither she or your father remembers you as a boy so I would be careful what you say and do unless you want everyone to think you're gay or something. I will expect you to learn from her - or else!" It will be your responsibility to start learning to act like a young lady and change your ways or I promise you this, you will be getting a lifetime membership at Bikini Beach whether you want it or not. I will make sure you never try to do to another girl what you did to Beth! As for your question, someday I'll answer that for you but not now." Lester/Leslie sank lower into her chair at the withering remarks from her mother. For the first time he had a real fear that his mother was going to keep her promise and for the first time he had no smart remarks with which to respond. "I see I made my point. Now get up to your room and take your bath and then get changed. We are going out for dinner before you go to ballet class. Your father has gone to pick up Kristen at her cello rehearsal and we will be leaving as soon as they get home and can get changed. I want you out of the bathroom and properly dressed by the time they get back. You have about an hour. I will have the clothes I want you to wear laid out on your bed by the time you get done with your bath. Lester felt a little relief at the fact that his mother had changed the subject and not wanting to get in any deeper than he already was, hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs toward his room. "And don't forget to use the bubble bath that is on the counter." June called out to him as he went up the stairs. As he walked into his bedroom he got the second shock of the day and probably the one that, more than anything else, drove home the hopelessness of what he was to face for the next five years. He entered a little girl's fantasy bedroom. It's decorations more like a six or seven year old than a girl of twelve. Lester felt a wave of humiliation overtake him as he looked around the room. He plopped down on the edge of the pink canopied bed with it's "Little Mermaid" motif and started to sob uncontrollably. All semblance of the macho teenage male ego washed away as the immensity of the events of the day struck overtook him. 4 Feminine Orientation +++ Author's note: From this point the story, as regards Lester / Leslie, is written in the first person as much as possible. +++ To say that Lester's intelligence was below normal and that he compensated for that with a demeanor of brutishness and intimidation would be unfair and wrong. Lester was of above average intelligence. His main problem had been the crowd he had started to hang out with years earlier. His above normal size and intelligence had, by the time he was in high school, allowed him to dominate the group and the girls that hung out with them. The sense of power he had over others, like an aphrodisiac, had eventually overtaken his common sense. Although he did not know it, he was on a course that would lead him to much trouble. All that was now gone. Only his above average intelligence remained and of course the humiliation that he felt at now being a young girl, and as he saw it, at the bottom of the pecking order. He did have one thing in his favor, although he did not appreciate it at this particular moment in time. As Leslie, there was a clean slate to write on and his mother was determined to do just that. *** I sat on the edge of the bed crying my eyes out in self pity. It was not until I heard mom's voice come up from the foot of the stairs telling me to "Get a move on" that I decided to do as she asked. My hands trembled and my knees went weak as I removed the girl's clothes that I had on and saw clearly for the first time what I had become. I stood naked in front of the floor length bedroom mirror and examined myself. Small breasts were just starting to form on my now hairless chest. The slim arms gave no hint of the muscular form they had had earlier in the day. My legs and the slit between them gave no doubt as to what I now was. My face was delicately feminine and my long, soft golden hair gave off a shimmering luminescence all it's own. There was no denying it. I was a young, very pretty girl and I had the body to prove it. I felt again the wave of self pity start to course through me as the tears again started to form in my eyes. I had always been in control and now I had no idea how to undo what had happened to me. I felt hopelessly trapped. Stepping into the scented bath I settled down into the water. It was strange, but the aroma of the bath seemed to have a soothing effect on me. I took the sponge and started to wash my new body. Sensations coursed through me that I had never felt before as a boy. Certain sensitive areas had me gasping for air as I washed them. I probably would have stayed in the bath for hours if I had not heard mom moving about in my bedroom. "Come on Leslie. Don't drown in there. Your clothes are on the bed and don't forget to wear a pad. I don't want any accidents." Mom said from the other side of the bathroom door. "Yes Mother." I said as I stepped out of the bathtub. It surprised me that I had called her that. I had always called her Mom or Ma. I just had no control over how it came out. I picked up the detangling brush and turned on the hair dryer. I was halfway finished drying my hair when I realized that I was doing something that I had no idea how to do. It was as if I had been doing this routine feminine act all my life. Then it hit me. "What pad? No way!" I said to myself as it dawned on me what Mom was talking about. "This can't be happening. She thinks I'm having a period." I said to myself. I knew it happened to girls sooner or later but not to me. I ran out into the bedroom and checked the panties I had on earlier. Sure enough they were spotted with just a tint of red stains. "Damned. This is friggin' ridiculous." I said in frustration as I threw the stained garment in the hamper. I felt so embarrassed ant the though that I had to wear the most intimate of feminine articles. It seemed as though nothing had been left out to make me aware of my new status. Boy was I soon to discover that I was not even close to the truth. *** Mom had laid out my clothes for the evening. A royal blue satin dress with short puffy sleeves and white piping trim. Matching Maryjane shoes with a one and a half inch heel. Beside the dress was a black full slip. A matching set of black panties and training bra and a small pink plastic package marked "Kotex Napkin". Wrapped in the bath towel I sat on the edge of the bed. I had no idea what I was supposed to do first. In frustration and defeat I slammed my fist on the bed. I took my frustration out on the Little Mermaid image on the bedspread as I started to cry again. That's when Mom came back into the room. She was dressed in a two piece skirt and jacket ensemble. The skirt and jacket were black and she wore a white silk blouse. I had never seen her wear that outfit before. She was obviously ready to go out. "Leslie, stop that crying and get dressed. Your father and sister are home and we will be leaving for the restaurant soon. Mom said with a hint of sympathy in her voice. "I can't! I exclaimed. My voice breaking with sobs. "Yes you can. Mrs. Beach assured me that you would know what had to be done. You just have to concentrate. You seemed to do fine with your hair. Now stand up and I'll help you. Lets start with that pad and panties." She said. A little more tenderly than when she had talked to me in the kitchen. I don't know if the cramps in my stomach were from the start of my period or the tension I felt at the feel of the pad between my legs as I pulled the nylon panties into place put but I sure was feeling nervous and embarrassed. One thing was for sure. It struck home that I was indeed a girl now. Somehow getting dressed in the rest of the clothes did not seem to matter. All I could feel was that damned pad. Fifteen minutes later I was dressed and mom had applied a small touch of makeup to my face. As she applied a light touch of pink lipstick to my mouth I felt like a sissy. No guy wears lipstick I thought. "There. done. Leslie you look lovely. Come let me show you." Mom said as she took my and led me to the floor length mirror. I gasped as I saw my refection. Gone was any hint of my former male self. In it's place was a very pretty young girl. I reached up to touch my face. I was surprised at how much I looked like my sister had two years earlier. Mom caught me as my legs started to give out under me. I looked like a Cinderella going to a ball. She helped me out to the bed and had me sit while she buckled the Maryjanes to my feet. "Much better Lester. Much better" It was not lost on me that she had made a point of calling me Lester and thereby making the point of telling me that she still knew who I really was. "Now, please get your ballet outfit from the closet. You can change at the studio when we drop you off. It is time to go." I walked over to the closet and opened the door for the first time. I was shocked at what I saw. The closet was neatly arranged with a full complement of girls clothing. Dresses, skirts, blouses, you name it. It even smelled girlish inside. Not like my old closet that had the unmistakable odor of a teenage boy. Hanging on the back of the door was 'my' ballet outfit. Pink Leotard and ballet slippers and a white and pink tutu. All neatly attached to a padded hanger. Taking down the hanger from the hook I carried the outfit from the closet holding the hanger by the tips of my fingers like they were infected with a plague virus. "Oh God, why pink?" I said to myself as I headed down the stairs to meet my now older sister and father for the first time as a girl. I felt like I was walking to my "doom". My only saving grace was that Kristen and my father had no reaction to my appearance as a girl. Kristen commented on how pretty I looked and Dad just gave me a peck on the cheek in greeting. Kristen was dressed in a long tan dress that came down to her ankles and her sandals just peeked out from under the hem. Over the dress she had on a short matching jacket. Her page boy hairdo just touching the collar of the jacket. Her practice had been a dress rehearsal for her upcoming recital and she had not had to get changed to go to dinner. Five minutes later we were in the car and head out of the driveway. To say that I was not happy with the situation would be an understatement. As we walked into the restaurant I felt as though everyone knew I was a guy in drag even though not a soul said anything that would give that impression. Dinner went as well as could be expected. Mom and Dad for the most part ignored Kristen and me and Kristen just endlessly chatted about her friends, school, and the latest rock stars. I for the most part just kept quiet. Mom did look my way several times and smiled. On one occasion when Kristen mentioned her new boyfriend, Mom just winked at me. After dinner, Mom and Dad dropped me off for my ballet lesson at the Lady Slipper Dance Studio. Mom told me that they would pick me up an hour and a half later. As I exited the car Kristen passed me out the costume and a small tote bag. "Don't make any passes at Jamie this time." She said coyly I wondered what that meant. As I walked towards the door of the building a gust of wind tried to lift the back of my dress and I struggled to hold it down with one hand holding the tote bag and at the same time keep the costume in the other. I heard Kristen laugh from the car at my predicament. As I entered the door of the Studio I was struck by it's austerity. The place was no more than a gymnasium-like area with a series of bars along two walls and a stage at the back. There was a set of double doors on one side that I soon learned lead off to a series of dressing rooms and a lunch area. There were several girls and a couple of boys doing exercises at the bars and a few others milling about in the center of the floor. I heard my name called but at first the name did not register with me. "Over here Leslie please." I heard a second time. "Your late dear." The woman said as she approached me. Her name tag said she was Mrs. Marsh. "I'm sorry Mrs. Marsh. My folks just dropped me off. We went out to the restaurant." I said trying to play it cool. "That's fine then, dear. Go get changed. We have a lot to do tonight to get ready for the summer performance. Jamie will be your partner tonight." I headed for the double doors where i had seen some of the other dancers emerge. I walked down the hallway and found an empty dressing room. I removed her clothes and donned the dance costume. I was on autopilot, yet somehow I "remembered" how to properly get dressed for the practice. Deep inside I knew that I should not be doing such girly things. I felt disgusted and humiliated. As much as I wanted to just run from the place I could not. I had no control over my actions. Leslie found a pink package in her bag and from it she removed a panty liner which she placed into the crotch of her high cut panties before pulling her leotards into place. She then stepped into her tutu and tied it around her slim waist. From the tote bag she removed a pink ribbon and knew she had to tie her hair into a ponytail. She found that she could do it exactly the way Mrs. Marsh required. Hanging her dress and other clothes in the closet she then checked her appearance. She felt utterly foolish at the reflection that stared back at her yet she knew even without thinking that she would be acceptable to her very strict instructor. She stepped into the ballet slippers and after tying the long ribbon laces correctly she stepped out into the hallway. Her mind flooded with the dance routines that she did not know she knew. The practice went off well. Jamie was an expert and as each routine was performed Leslie found that she automatically responded correctly. No one seemed to notice that her eyes seemed a bit glassy. During the entire time, that part of me that was my old self was repulsed by the idea of having to be lead about by another guy and one in a pair of tights, yet I was unable to do anything but respond as a graceful young ballerina- in-training. I was losing control and it did not sit well with me. When the practice was over Jamie gave me a light kiss on the cheek. "Very nice Leslie. Perfect as usual. He said truthfully. I almost gagged. I did not say anything. Instead I ran from the dance floor in embarrassment. I had just been kissed by a guy in tights and he felt queer. I was sure Jamie must be gay. Grabbing my clothes I from the dressing room, I ran from the building. I did not even want to take the time to change. I just needed to get out of that place. Mom was just pulling into the parking lot. During the entire ride Leslie remained quiet and withdrawn. June knew that this was not a good time to push the issue. When they arrived home Leslie just ran into the house, up the stairs and into her room slamming the door behind herself. The slightly off balance door did not latch but instead slowly reopened. I ran to the vanity and sat down. Searched through the drawers I found what I was looking for. A large pair of scissors. Reaching behind my head and I grabbed the base of the ponytail and raised the scissors to cut it off. My hand stopped in mid air as a wrist was grabbed from behind. "What are you trying to do Leslie?". Her mom asked sharply. "What does it look like! I want to cut of this girly hair that's what! Lester exclaimed. "I can't take any more of this shit! He added. With her free hand June gave the girl a slap and immediately felt remorse for having done so. It was obvious that the strain of the day was having an effect on them both. For a brief moment I did not react. I just stared at my mother. Never before had she ever raised a hand to me. I sat in shock at the physical rebuke. Then I started to sob violently. June reached for her and at that moment the young girl wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and held tight. Tears streamed down both their faces. "I'm sorry Lester. I really am but this is for the best. June said softly. There was no resistance as a few minutes later June helped her daughter remove the ballet costume and slipped a soft powder blue nightgown over her head. The stress of the day had been too great for her to resist any longer. She got into bed. June kissed Leslie gently on the forehead and said goodnight. "Tomorrow, Mandy is coming over to spend the day with you. Tomorrow will be much better. I promise" As sleep overtook her, Leslie sobbed quietly into her pillow. It had not been a good day for Lester. Not at all. *** When I awoke the next morning and rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes I was almost immediately assailed by a multitude of unfamiliar sensations sights and smells, not the least of which was the feeling of the soft rayon nightgown that was wrapped around my legs and the damned long hair that was splayed across my face. As I pushed the hair from my face I looked up at that awful pink canopy with the little mermaid design that was perched over my head. The smell of strawberries flooded my nostrils. I sat bolt upright as everything of the day before flooded back into my consciousness. I had hoped it was all a dream but that idea was dispelled as I looked around the little girl's bedroom. The need to go to the bathroom pushed self pity aside as I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. Lifting up my nightgown and sliding down my panties I had slept in. I sat down and did my duty. The pad in my panties were stained with a slight trace of blood and in frustration I threw the damned thing across the room and just sat there and started to cry. The soft knock on the bathroom door brought my self loathing to a halt. "Are you alright Leslie" It was the soft voice of my sister. "Leslie are you OK." She asked again when I did not answer. "Yes." I sobbed, but trying to regain my composure. I got up from the toilet and pulled down my nightgown. I opened the door and ran out into the hall and into my bedroom completely ignoring Kristen. Less than a minute later Kristen came into my room and sat on the bed next to me. She reached out to take my hand and I immediately pulled it away. "Leave me alone!" I said almost shouting. "It's ok Sis. I know what you are going through. I saw the pad on the floor. I've been there too you know. Does Mom know? "Yes she does and she didn't seem to care." I shot back. "I'm sure she does Leslie but if you want to talk to your 'big sister' about it I'm a good listener and I can tell you about it. The first time is hard but it doesn't have to be the end of the world. For the next few minutes Kristen explained all about a girl's first period and what to do about it. She was trying to be helpful but she had no idea what I was feeling and the changes that I had gone through just the day before. I could not very well tell her that I was actually her older brother not her sister and that I was a guy having a first period. She would have thought I had gone off the deep end so I just let her talk and played the game. I still felt awful ridiculous listening to Kristen talk about such intimate details of her own first time but somehow I also felt a little better about it. "So, do you feel better now?" She asked gently. "Thanks Kristen. Yes I do." I said, forcing a relieved response. "Good. Hey, Mandy is coming over for breakfast. How about I help you get dressed and fix your hair. That will save you some time and the we can go get some breakfast. "Ok." That sounds good I said. I was actually warming to Kristen's concern for me. I actually giggled with some relief from the tension. Kristen suggested the yellow sundress printed with little pink and blue flowers and the white sandals. It was going to be a warm day and I reluctantly agreed to the choice. The dress was quite short and more like a little girl's but at least it was devoid of frills and ribbons, except for a little lace on the collar. I know I should have been screaming 'murder" but I didn't. I was confused at my passivity, but if Kristen had noticed it she said nothing. Kristen took out a white cotton slip and plain white panties from my drawer and some yellow ankle socks. "I have a perfect hair loop that will match that dress. Why don't you get into the undies and put on the pad while I go into my room get it?" She was gone before I could reply. I think she was trying to be polite and give me some privacy while I got into the intimates. It was strange but I was warming up to Kristen, something I had never done as Lester. Still, I felt strange bacause I was about to let my little sister see her "big brother" in a girl's intimates. I was glad she didn't know the truth. By the time she got back I had on the underwear and the slip. In her hand she carried a small spray bottle of perfume and lacey yellow hair loop. I knew what she was going to do and I didn't like it. 5 A Lesson Learned The days passed slowly at first. Although Mom kept encouraging me to go outside and meet some new friends I just could not bring myself to let anyone see me as I now was even though I knew they would not think of me in any way other than I appeared. Instead I just stayed home. I ventured outside only at Mom's insistence but confined myself to my own yard. Quite often I would rebel in some way and Mom would punish me. Not physically mind you but in a way that she knew I disliked. She kept making me dress in one of the frilly dresses she was constantly buying and making sure that I played only girl's games with Mandy and some of her new friends that she would bring with her. I am not positive, but I think Mom actually enjoyed that part. Slowly I came to realize that open rebellion was not going to get me anywhere. I decided that I would have to find a subtle way to make it known that I still did not like being forced into girlhood. Mandy was coming by almost every day and would keep asking me to go to Bikini Beach again. Each time I made some excuse not to. I had no intention of letting that old lady gloat over my predicament. I felt sorry for Mandy. She seemed quite content to be a 10 year old girl. She was always dressed impeccably in pretty dresses or skirts. her demeanor was always very feminine and cheerful. She never once made any reference to her former self. On one occasion she brought over her Barbie collection and I had to sit and play dress up with her dolls. Mom made sure that I did not do anything to upset Mandy. After a couple of weeks of being a "good girl" Mom actually relented, just a little, and I was able to get into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt for the first time since the "change". Of course they were girl's jeans with an embroidered rose on the single rear pocket and the tee shirt was lavender with delicate lace trim around the cuffs of the short sleeves but at I was least not in a dress or a skirt. I think mom took pleasure however in making sure I wore my long hair in double braided pigtails and tied the ends with lavender ribbons. I might be in a pair of pants but I still felt very much like a girl. It was late summer and school was soon to start and I was informed that I would be a entering sixth grade. As I was supposed to have been a senior this year in high school, the thought that I was going to have to go back to elementary school and as a girl was not very pleasant. The kids in the elementary school had to wear uniforms and I was not happy at the thought that I would still not get out of a dress. True, they called them jumpers but they were still a dress to me. As a final treat for the end of summer vacation I was told that Mom and Mandy's mom was taking us to Bikini Beach. Mandy was delighted at the news but I was far from like mind. I had no pleasant thoughts of that place other than what had been done to me. I told mom how I felt and she just smiled and said "Get used to it. Mandy wants to go and she is your friend. Stop being selfish." That was the end of that. I do have to admit that our trip to Bikini Beach was pleasant. I did not see the Old Lady at all and after an hour or so I was having a lot of fun with Mandy. She was so outgoing and full of energy that it was infectious. It was not until we got back home and I was alone that I felt like I had betrayed myself. I was losing the battle and I knew it. Being immersed constantly in nothing but the total femininity of a young girl was making it a lot harder to think of myself as a seventeen year old guy. *** It was the Wednesday before school started when I finally got up the nerve to venture out of my yard and into the 'world' again. Mandy had called and said she and Becky Roberts, a new girl to the neighborhood, were going to Taylor Park for the summer picnic and pool party that the Town Recreation Deptartment ran each year for the kids. At first I refused to go, making a lame excuse of not feeling well. By mid morning it was getting hot and I was bored. The park was only a half mile away and I decided to go after all. I asked Mom if I could go with Mandy and Becky and I thought she would feint right there. She did not hesitate in giving me permission to go. "It's about time you decided to get out of the house and yard and start being human again." Here I bought you these yesterday." She said handing me a plastic bag. "Some shorts and a new pullover tee." I took the bag and ran up to my room and took off the skirt and blouse I was wearing and changed into a pair of white cotton panties and the white shorts and light blue tee shirt that was in the bag. I grabbed the one piece bathing suit that Mom had had also bought me, pink of course. God I was getting to hate that color. Taking a small tote bag from my closet I placed my bathing suit and my small string purse into the tote bag and headed out the door. I ran to Mandy's house but she and Becky had already left for the park. No one answered the door after I knocked several times. I felt a little uneasy at the thought of having to walk to the park alone but I was not going to go back home and meekly ask Mom to drive me. My pride would not allow me to be so timid. Besides, I thought, it is broad daylight. What could happen in the middle of the day? *** Taylor Park is a large, fifty acre complex that encompasses a little league ball field, a bandstand, a swimming pool and several walkways that meander through a series of flower gardens and a cool wooded grove of stately oaks and willows that wrapped around two sides of the park. The pathways are lined with benches and an occasional drinking fountain. The park was the Town's main attraction on weekends but during the week in the summer it was relatively quiet except for the squeals of joy from the kids in the pool area or the cheers of the kids in the evening during a ball game. Lester had spent many hours here over the years and was he was quite familiar with all parts of the park. After dark the wooded area was a teenage hangout but during the day a lot of the elderly would use the wooded pathways to escape the summer heat. The guys and girls tended to stay away as the cops patrolled the area quite regularly during the day. I walked the half mile to the park with some trepidation. I was sure that everyone I passed would see right through my facade and know I was a male impersonating a girl but no one did. To the few people I encountered I was exactly as I appeared. I got a few smiles and a "hello" or two and that was it. I was not sure if I liked that idea or not. It gave me a sense of permanence as a female. The wooded area was the closest entrance to the park from the way I approached and I could save about ten minutes by going through the grove rather than walk all the way around. It was no big deal, I had done that many times before. I entered the park through the first gate. It was normally closed and locked but I easily squeezed through the two halves as there was quite a gap between them. The main purpose of the gate was only to keep vehicles like ATVs from entering. I wasn't more than a hundred yards down the path and at least a couple of hundred yards more to the end of the grove when I had a bad feeling. I don't know what caused it, maybe the lack of the chirping of the birds or the fact that there was no one else around, none of the elderly who occasionally sat on some of the benches was in the park that day. I felt uneasy. Thinking better of going the rest of the way through the wooded area, I turned to retrace my steps and walk around the grove on the street. That's when they jumped out of the woods and into the path in front of me. I knew these guys. Hank Matheson and Mo Pierce, they were both a couple of assholes and troublemakers. I didn't like either of them and had told them so when they tried to become part of my inner circle as Lester. For the first time in a very long time I was really afraid. I was acutely aware that to them I was just a girl. I didn't like the look on Mo's face. What he was doing with his hand left no doubt what h