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Maggie's Perfect Plan Part 11
By Eve Smith
For the rest of the afternoon I was made to watch the video of
the girls Carnival parade and practice walking up and down the
room in a fashion that aped the girls on the film. My mind was
spinning at the constant orders and commands on how to do it and
the chastisement if they did not think it was correct. My legs
ached and surprisingly the material of the dress made me sweat.
The joy on Emily's face was clear to see as she watched me
marching up and down my face red with embarrassment. She was
enjoying her power over me even more with her cousins around. It
also please her immensely that Maggie and Marie actively took
part in my humiliation. It was as if the participation of adults
in her game of making me her slave and plaything made it more
exciting. It seemed that there was nothing that she would not
make me do, my thoughts and feelings totally disregarded. As far
as she was concerned I was her property to do with as she wanted.
She knew that there was nothing that I could do about it and had
to obey her. I was still being made to take the pills on a daily
basis. My body weight had dropped as the effect of the muscle
reducing pills continued. In terms of size I was certainly not
large for my new reduced age. Some of the girls at the activity
centre were much taller and had bigger body frames than me. The
hormones pills were still actively encouraging my body to reject
all aspect of male growth that had been my birthright. Everyone
that had seen me was convinced that my gender was female and that
my age was 10 or even younger. The reflection that I saw in the
mirror was scary. What was scarier still was that I was starting
to act naturally like the person that she wanted me to be. The
constant bullying and humiliation that I had suffered over what
was a relatively short period of time appeared to be brainwashing
me. My pose and actions had changed. The way I walked and held my
body was that of a young girl. The voice that Sadie had given me
with the injections meant that I would never be able to hold a
conversation with an adult as an adult. The giggly tone that now
came from my mouth was more suitable to conversation with the
girls I had met at the activity centre.
Tomorrow I was going to be one of twelve girls that marched
through town smiling at the crowds watching the Carnival parade.
The others would be so excited at being chosen to exhibit
themselves in this way. I was going to be so scared, the smile on
my face an act trying to cover the secret that I was sure that
someone would discover. Emily and the other four would be in the
crowd watching, smiling, but not proudly like the parents of the
other girls, they would be smiling wickedly knowing of the
torment I was being put through. Emily would be so happy seeing
her step daddy clothed as one of the girls knowing that he was
squirming in the little panties he wore.
By the time that I had been given my dinner and sent to bed I was
exhausted. For once I was sent upstairs alone. The bath that I
had had was so relaxing. Kylie had undone the plaits and I washed
my hair and then towel dried it. I sat at my dresser brushing it.
I lay on my side in bed dressed in a baby doll nightie, my knees
pulled up to my chest. The dress that I was to wear tomorrow was
on a hanger in my wardrobe and the boots by the door. The panties
and tights were on my dresser. In the morning the girls were
going to do my hair and makeup. I could see no way out of this.
Maybe I could wait until they were all asleep and then creep out
of the house and return tomorrow night when the Carnival was
over. The consequences of those actions did not bear thinking
about. I could imagine arriving back and Sadie waiting to drag me
off some where to a fate that would be worse than death itself.
I had no options; I would have to be at the Carnival dressed like
a little girl and march through town. Slowly I drifted to sleep,
my thumb in my mouth sucking it, needing comfort. During the
night I awoke needing to have a pee. Rubbing my eyes I walked to
the bathroom and sat down. I was nice to be able to use the
toilet rather than a nappy. I finished and wiped myself. I got
back into bed but could not go back to sleep. I turned on the
bedside lamp and looked at the small bookcase that contained
volumes that were a legacy of when Emily used this room. I got
out of bed and knelt by the bookcase looking at the spines of the
books. Several Harry Potter stories and other books of a similar
elk. The last book I saw was 'Girls Own Annual 1999, Stories and
Tips For the Ten Year Old'. Emily would have been 9 or 10 at that
time. I pulled it out and flicked through the pages. Inside the
front cover written in blue ink it had 'Happy Xmas dear Emily,
Love Auntie Sadie'. It seemed ironic that the book I was holding
was a gift from and to people that had changed my life forever. I
had never opened such a book before and my eyes were attracted to
the cartoon pictures of stories about girls and their desires. I
was intrigued. I returned to bed carrying the book and lay down
looking at it. Within minutes I was drawn into stories, looking
at the cartoons and reading the stories that accompanied them.
When I had been a boy I could not imagine reading the sloppy
girlish tome, but now I was spellbound, digesting every sentence,
studying every picture and wanting to be the heroine or the
pretty girl in the stories. This was the first thing that I had
read in weeks. The daily papers were something that they said
only adult could read and understand, and the news bulletins on
the TV were normal being aired whilst I was clearing up the
dinner things. But I didn't care this book was far better. I
moved on from the stories and looked at the articles on dressing
up, makeup and lastly boys. I giggled and my hand went between my
legs and to my horror felt the rubber pants that held my flaccid
and useless penis. I dropped the book. What was happening? My
hand had lowered and I had expected to find female organs not the
rubber encased male item. I was actually beginning to feel like a
girl. I had become so engrossed in the book that my own true
identity had been overtaken by the one that the five females in
the house were forcing on me. My mind appeared to be saying that
it had changed gender, changed from male to female and that in
unguarded moments the feminine side would overcome any masculine
thoughts that I may have.
I lay down in the bed getting under the covers, my body shaking.
I had to try and resist, had to try and keep some vestige of my
former male self. Slowly my eyes got heavy; I started to drift
off, eventually going into the land of dreams.
Emily, Kylie and Britany awoke me the following morning. They
immediately started to prepare me for the coming day. My hair was
washed and I sat on the edge of the bed as Britany inserted
curlers to make sure that today I was going to have ringlets.
Their talk and conversations were designed to humiliate me, which
it did but my mind was still spinning from the experience of the
night before. I shivered slightly as I remembered the feeling
that I had had when my hand had touched the rubber pants and not
female skin. It was of shock as if I had never had a male organ
and that I had always been a girl.
I was shaken from my dreamy state by the voice of Britany, 'come
on sissy, its time to do your makeup. She sat beside me and
started to apply foundation, then eye shadow and lipstick, all
gently and thinly applied. I was ushered over to the dresser
mirror. I looked at myself with stunned silence. I was still
wearing the baby doll nightie but seeing my hair and the makeup
made a lie to the fact that I had ever been male. My hair was in
ringlets that would be more suitable for a much younger girl.
They were still attired in their nightclothes and the three of us
stared into the mirror. I felt like their younger sister, but my
feelings were soon rocked as Emily said, 'well sissy, we have
made a real good job of you, no one would believe that you are
really my step daddy'. This brought me back to reality and my
nerves at being displayed later today at the Carnival returned
with even greater fear factor.
They told me that Maggie had taken the other girls uniforms back
to her friend last night after I had been sent to bed.
The three girls left me to get ready telling me to get into my
uniform and get downstairs. Alone in the room I put on the
panties, tights and then the dress. I could not zip it all the
way but knew that one of them would be happy to complete the
task. I sipped my feet into the boots and pulled them on and then
stood before the mirror. Fear was on my face, fear at being
discovered, and fear at the greatest humiliation that I could
have, caught and exposed as a man dressed as a little girl. But I
had no choice in this; I had to do as they wanted. If I were
exposed they would deny all knowledge and leave me to face the
wrath and rage saying that it was my desire to be like this.
I waited downstairs standing in the kitchen alone. All five of
them were still upstairs getting ready and I could hear their
chatter and laughter. In the hallway I could just see a picture
of my mother. It had been taken years ago on a family holiday. If
she were still alive she would not recognise her son. I looked
down at my dress, tights clad legs and boots and then closed my
eyes wishing for the clock to be turned back. My eyes opened
nothing had changed I was still dressed ready for the Carnival
parade.
Stomping footsteps down the stairs announced the five of them
being ready. Britney saw that my dress needed zipping up and
pulled up the zip trapping me in the garment.
I followed them nervously to the car. The short journey into town
was loud and noisy with the girls saying how pretty I looked and
maybe they should have entered me for the Carnival Queen. 'Queen
is right enough' said Maggie to Marie's amusement. As we parked I
could see girls attired in the same uniform as me. My heart was
beating so fast I thought it would burst. As I got out of the car
the girls that I had seen came closer. My heart dropped even
further, it was the older girls from the activity centre, the
ones that had teased me the other day. They saw me and giggled.
Even dressed in the same uniform they still somehow looked older
than me. 'Go and join the other girls' said Emily. I wanted to
run away and scream, something that I had wanted to do so many
times over the last week. But now I was not in a position to, I
could not afford to draw attention to myself and meekly obeyed
her. Leaving them I followed the other girls and saw one of them
turn around and sneer at me and then say to one of the others,
'are you sure she's ten, she looks more like a she's only seven
to me. They slowed so that I was now amongst them. 'What's your
name baby face' said the one that was obviously the leader of
this little gang whose name was Emma. Stuttering I said
'L...lucy'. There were giggles at my nervous manner in front of
girls that showed absolute confidence in themselves. I looked
over my shoulder and saw that Maggie, Marie and their daughters
were walking away, leaving me to my fate.
As we walked from the car park the rest of the girls joined the
group so that by the time that we reached the assembly point the
twelve were there. The time past slowly but then we were told
were to stand. I was in the middle next to a girl that looked
much older, at least twelve. Sweat dripped down my face. The
parade started and I marched in step with the others. The crowds
cheered and waved, their faces a blur in what was the most
difficult public time of my life. I saw policemen and waited for
them to pull me from the parade. It seemed that the Carnival
parade went on forever and my legs were aching by the time that
we reached the end. I stood slightly away from the other girls
wondering what I was to do. I did not know were Maggie and the
others would be. A voice from behind me said 'are you coming to
the disco tonight'. I turned and saw that it was the big girl.
The smirk on her face made me feel so uneasy. I was about to say
no and make some excuse when another voice chimed in, 'of course
she will be going, she loves to dance like all you girls'.
Stunned I looked around and saw Emily accompanied by Kylie and
Britany. 'Lucy loves to dance, and I bet that you hope that there
will be some nice boys there'. The girls giggled at hearing this.
I blushed. 'What is she going to wear' said Emma talking to
Emily. 'Oh she will look really good and sexy, we have got her
outfit ready'. Again giggles followed the words from Emily.
Emily and the others started to walk away and I followed them.
'Please Emily, I don't want to go to the disco, don't you think
I've suffered enough today'. She turned and stared at me and then
held me tightly by my shoulders her fingers digging into my back
and making me squirm and said, 'I will decide when you have had
enough sissy, and for your nerve in questioning me when you come
out of the disco tonight you will be holding a boys hand and
before you get into the car you will kiss him, do you hear'. My
eyes filled with tear, I nodded. She shook me, 'do you here
sissy, tonight you are going to kiss a boy'. Again I nodded and
said yes. The tears were now running down my cheeks. We got to
the car and Maggie and Marie were waiting. I sat in the back with
them my head down. Emily told her mother that little Lucy was
going to the disco tonight and was going to kiss a boy. She
laughed and said, 'sounds like she is going to be a real little
slut, you had better make sure that she looks like one'. The rest
of the journey home I listened to them taunting me.
The disco started at 7.00pm and finished at 9.00pm. It was 5.20
when we arrived home. Immediately I was taken upstairs and told
to strip. By 6.30 they had changed my makeup and hair. I still
looked like a little girl but now I wore thickly applied makeup,
deep red lipstick, thick eye shadow and my hair was done in a
tight bun on the top of my head. I guessed the clothes that I
would be wearing. I was right. The leatherette miniskirt, boob
tube top that left my naval bare, black fishnet tights and the
knee length black boots. I now looked more of a tart than Shane's
sister had ever done attired in these clothes.
Maggie drove to the venue and dropped me off outside. Emily had
sat beside her and as I got out of the car she said, 'remember we
will be parked here and I want to see you leave the disco holding
a boys hand and then when you get to the car you are to kiss him
on the lips'. Her tone said that she would make me suffer if I
disobeyed her. 'Maybe we will be able to give the boy a lift home
so that you and he can sit alone on the back seat of the car'
said Maggie laughing. 'Don't cry sissy, you don't want your
makeup to run do you' laughed Emily as they drove away leaving me
on the steps to the hall.
Milling around the entrance were boys and girls all aged 9-11,
the noise was so loud. I waited in the queue and dead on 7.00pm
the doors opened and we all entered. It was the same as I felt
that day in Emily's bedroom. I should not be here. This was a
place that was reserved for kids. The large mirror in the foyer
caught my eye. The little girl in the tarty outfit, although not
as keenly dressed as some of the others did not look out of
place. I turned my head and looked again at the reflection. I was
that little girl mixed in with all the other little girls. Some
were giggling, other were trying to act sophisticated but their
years betrayed them.
In the hall the lights were low and the cola flowed. I looked at
the large clock. Ten past seven. I joined in dancing with some of
the girls, trying to copy them and appearing to be successful.
Several boys asked me to dance. Even though I knew that when I
left this place I would have to be holding hands it was too
early. I did not want any chance of the boy becoming familiar. I
needed to pee and walked to the toilet area. Boys and girls
gathered around the doors. I got in the queue for the girls,
looking at the boys envious of them, envious of the fact that
they had not been robbed of their gender. I would soon enter the
room with the picture of a girl on the door, depicting the female
domain that was out of bounds for boys. The room that boys made
jokes and giggled about. I couldn't giggle I had no choice.
Standing at a urinal was not an option that I would have ever
again. For me it was now sit and dribble into the pan and then of
course wipe, 'you don't want to make your panties smelly so you
have to wipe yourself' Emily had said laughing at me one of the
first times that she had seen me have to sit to pee. My turn came
and I entered the cubicle closing the door. I lifted my skirt,
lowered my tights and panties and sat on the toilet. The sound
from outside the cubicle was deafening, with laughter, screaming
and schoolgirl gossip mixed into a wall of noise. I listened to
it and thought that now I was one of them, it was no use
condemning them, to the watching world I was no longer Mark, he
no longer existed, I was Lucy a quiet little girl.
The time past slowly but at last it was quarter to nine. All the
girls were smooching with boys, I was alone. I started to panic,
I had to leave here with a boy or???I hated to think of the
consequences. I walked around desperately looking. Then I saw the
boy and grabbed his hand. He was dressed in jeans and tee shirt
both of which looked like hand me downs. I danced with him, his
surprise at getting any female attention on his face. His
surprise was soon overtaken by confidence and he gripped me
tightly. I knew why he was alone. His clothes were dirty and he
smelt. He smiled I tried to smile back. His breath smelt, I
wanted to gag. We danced slowly I tried to see if there was any
other boys, there were none, they were all with girl partners. He
was slightly taller than me and stronger. He held me tightly to
him. He asked me my name I told him, he told me his name was
Martin.
The last disc finished and the lights came on bright. He looked
at me and me at him. 'Love your outfit' he said and continued
'you look real sexy and you have got a real pretty face'. I
looked at him and smiled, a smile that was generated out of
embarrassment and not any thoughts of the compliments that he
paid me. I wanted to say to him your outfit is gross and dirty
and you smell. But instead I said. 'Will you walk me outside, my
mum is waiting with the car'. He smiled and nodded. He took my
hand and led me outside through the crowd. The group of girls
that I had marched with earlier were by the door. It was
impossible to leave without going by them. 'Oh look Lucy is with
that little nerd Martin and she's holding his hand' said Emma
giggling to her friends. I blushed as we got closer and heard her
continue, 'he's been wearing those same jeans and tee for days,
he must stink, mind you she looks like a little slut so they suit
each other'. Ignoring the comments and not making eye contact we
passed them and left the building. I saw the car immediately and
the grinning face of Emily and her mother. I pointed to the car
and he led me to it. He turned to face me so that his back was to
the car. I could see Emily's face and knew what I had to do.
'Martin, can I kiss you' I said quickly and nervously. He looked
at me and blushed and then looked into the car at Maggie. She
just smiled. 'Ok Lucy, you can give your boyfriend a kiss'. He
leaned forward and our lips touched. I could still see Emily and
she opened her mouth and motioned for me to do the same. Slowly
my lips parted and I felt his slimy tongue enter my mouth. He
pulled me tighter to him, his tongue probing deeper. I wanted to
be sick and nearly pulled away with only the view of Emily
stopping me.
'Does your boyfriend want a lift home'? It was Maggie's voice
that interrupted the kiss. Martin stooped slightly and looked in
through the window of the car. 'That would be great, my dads out
with the car and I will have to wait ages for him'. We both got
into the rear of the car. He sidled up close to me. 'Don't worry
if you want to kiss my little girl again' Maggie said as she
looked at me. He pulled me to him and again our lips touched. All
the way to his home, which was probably no more than ten minutes
away, he kissed me. It seemed like hours as his tongue explored
my mouth, his foul breath mixed with mine. In the darkness of the
back of the car his hand started moving up my leg. I clamped my
legs tightly together and my hand held his. He looked at me moved
his hand and slipped it under my boob tube. His fingers gently
tweaked my nipples and although still kissing him I gasped as I
felt them harden. From my experience with Maggie I knew that when
I did the same to her she seemed to love it. Now both his hands
were inside my clothing, cupping and rubbing my breasts. My
breathing was coming in pants. I felt sexually charge but the
remnants of my maleness that was encased in the rubber tube did
not flinch. That part of me was dead, the injections into my
testicles killing the male part of me. How I wished at that
moment that I had female sex organs. The thought of Martin's hand
going into my panties made me quiver. I glanced up and saw that
Emily was facing forward and singing to a song on the radio.
Maggie was watching in the rear view mirror. Although it was dark
I was sure that she could see what was happening. At last the car
stopped and he got out. 'Here is our address, why don't you come
over and play with Lucy tomorrow afternoon' said Maggie. 'Oh yes'
he replied as he took the slip, of paper from her.
I sat in silence on the way home. 'I told you he was a faggot'
said Emily to her mother. 'Yes I think that you are right, it was
so natural the way he kissed that boy, maybe tomorrow we can
encourage little Lucy to go further, he obviously likes her
little tits the way he was touching them and I think sissy liked
it as well'. They both laughed. Emily turned around and said,
'you little slut, fancy letting him touch your tits on your first
date. I blushed as she giggled.
We arrived back at the house. I was tired but was made to stand
in front of the five of them and tell that I had a good time and
that I kissed my boy friend. 'He looks a real idiot and he
smells' said Emily, a comment that I thought was rich coming from
her. She continued 'and his hands were filthy, did you see his
nails mum, they were chewed something awful, but I think that he
is just right for sissy Lucy'. I felt humiliated but this time
not because of my own problems but because of Martin. He was
being drawn into this and was being used as a toy the same as me.
I also flushed when I remembered how I felt when he touched me
and stroked my breasts. I was becoming female, getting female
desires and feelings. The pills and the forced feminisation that
I was being subjected to were having effects that even Maggie and
Emily could not have envisaged.
I was sent to bed. I changed into my nightie and read more of the
Girls Own Annual before turning of the light. I lay on my side
with my knees drawn up to my chest and my right thumb in my
mouth. I was really becoming accustomed to being a girl. With
each task that they put me through I was getting used to playing
at being a young female and was more confident and able to cope
with it. Nearly all day today I had been in the company of those
that now made up my enforced age and peer group. Although it was
only days rather than weeks that I had been in this situation it
seemed a lifetime that I had been living like this. Memories of
my maleness were being suppressed and my thoughts and actions
were now of the feminine side. I was still unsure how I was going
to be able to cope with this forever. What was so obvious to me
was that I was in a battle, a battle that I was not going to win.
Emily had the upper hand and with the support of her mother
mentally, physically and financially she was the victor. She had
made me into a sissy, an object to be played with and humiliated.
Tomorrow was going to bring another difficult day, a day that
would bring more fun and laughter for the five females that now
ruled my life, five females that had removed any self respect I
had. My eyes filled with tears. Inside I knew that I was a man,
but they were determined to undermine that totally and make sure
that from every aspect of my life I would be a little girl
plaything for them, feminised and sissified for their pleasure.
This was already happening with the way that I was reacting to
life. I drifted to sleep thankful for the rest.
End of part 11
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