Melanie's Story #1: My Transformation Begins free porn video

Many of you know me. You've seen me at the counter of the local sex shop or at the fetish clubs or at the bars. Some of you have bought me a drink or had sex with me or been my master or mistress. I've told parts of my story to some of you, now I'm putting the whole story in one place. I feel I'm running out of time and I have to get it all down. Last night I was sleeping in my cage and I heard my mistress negotiating with a buyer for me. He wanted to take me overseas to the Asian sex clubs. I've heard the life there of drugs and unprotected sex kills most slave sissies in a few years. So I guess I don't have much time and here is my story. I think I was a normal kid until puberty. Can't all of us say that, though? Around fifth or sixth grade (in the early 1980s) I began to play with myself and discover the pleasure it brought. I felt the first stirrings of sexual arousal. What turned me on the most were the women on television, especially the old reruns. I loved the women on Batman, Partridge Family and The Brady Bunch. My pulse raced seeing old sixties clothes, especially miniskirts, boots and gloves. Unlike my friends, I didn't want to kiss or have sex with women. I wanted to be women. I wanted to be Batgirl, trapped in Catwoman's cage. I was masturbating all the time to thoughts like this. The summer between sixth grade and junior high school it was almost all I did. We had moved a town over and I didn't know anybody in the neighborhood or the kids were away at camp. I spent my days alone. I had no brothers or sisters. My father would come and go. He couldn't hold a job and was always getting involved in petty crimes. My mother worked long hours and spent her little free time drinking, getting high or running around with men. It was a sad childhood but it seemed normal to me. I knew other kids had it better but it seemed more or less normal to me. One boring, rainy afternoon I had the revelation. I was watching some old fifties movie. The lead actress wore a tight wool dress. It seemed to almost bind her legs and body. You could see the fabric pull with every step she took in her high heels. I was transfixed and horny as hell. God, I wanted to be in a dress like that. I wanted to be that woman. My body ached with desire and longing to be in that dress. Suddenly, I wondered if my mother had a dress like that; she was alive in the fifties, maybe she had one. I decided to investigate. Even though the house was empty, I crept to my Mom's bedroom. I took each step slowly. My heart pounded in my chest louder than any noise in the house. Scared but excited beyond belief, I entered her closet. It smelled so sweet and feminine. I ran my hands over the soft clothes. It was a bounty of riches. Where do I start? First, I found her dresser and put on a pair of pink panties, some pantyhose, a red skirt and a white silk blouse. In the closet I put on a pair of high- heeled shoes with a sandal strap. Wobbly iwith the heels and erotic tension, I made it to the mirror to look at myself. Even though I didn't look very feminine with my short hair I felt drunk with joy at being dressed as a woman for the first time. I touched myself all over, a trail of tingling following my hands. I walked around the bedroom and hallways imagining myself as a woman. Eventually, I fell to the floor and quickly came, exploding in ecstasy. After that I felt enormous guilt and did the best I could to clean up the mess. I put the clothes back but kept the dirty panties. That night I was petrified my mother would discover I'd been through her clothes. At dinner I could barely eat my Swanson TV dinner. "Are you all right, honey?" she asked. "You look tense. " My heart raced, desperate to cover up. "I'm OK." "That's good because Mommy had a long day and she's gonna need some closed door time." This meant she was going to shut her door and get stoned in her bedroom tonight. "OK," I said relieved. The next few days I didn't dare go through my mother's things. The memory of my adventure filled me with erotic fantasies. I was hooked. Did I want to be another sex or just wear the sexy clothes? I wondered. Did I think if I was a girl my parents would be together and we would all be happy and have money? I don't know. Eventually, I made my second visit. This time I did it all the way. White lacy bra, white satin panties, a white peasant blouse and skirt with embroidery and brown leather boots with a wedge heel. I even put on bracelets and a necklace. I found some lipstick and carefully put it on. It felt awesome. The soft blouse and skirt mixed with the leather boots sent my pulse flying. I was overwhelmed with femininity. I wanted to jerk off but I also wanted to wear the clothes, to be a woman as long as possible. With the shades down I walked all over the house. In my mind I was a pretty girl, popular, rich, smart. Men flocked to me. I may have been the happiest I had been in years that day. Finally, I gave into my desires and exploded in an awesome orgasm. My entire body was rocked. To that point it was the best I'd ever had. I continued for the rest of the summer. I lost my fear of being discovered and dressed once or twice a day. One day I wore a pair of panties all day. No one noticed and I felt great. That made me bold and the next day I put a pair of my Mom's boots on under my jeans and went outside. Suddenly, Mr. Waters, a retired neighbor saw me. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. I could see his eyes go down to the ground. His brow furrowing as he noticed my high- heeled boots. What was he thinking? Quickly, I ran to my own back yard and into the house. I almost had a heart attack. Sitting in my bed, still wearing the boots, of course, I was filled with fear tinged with excitement. I rubbed myself through my jeans and when I came it was the best one I'd had in days. After that I was too scared to go back into my mother's wardrobe. But I gave in on the Friday before school started. This was the year I was entering junior high school and I was very stressed. The night before my mother and I had gone clothes shopping to the mall. Whenever I was near the girl's clothes I snuck glances at them and wished I were buying them for myself. I ogled the minidresses, boots, bright coats and pastel tops. Being so close to so much beautiful clothing I was crazy with desire. I told myself this would be the last time I would sneak into my mother's clothing so I wanted to wear something good. I decided to wear my mother's disco outfit from a few years ago. It was a tube top, tight green satin pants and high platform shoes. As I strutted around the house in them I felt so sexy. I was a hot mama at the club. Men lit my cigarettes and asked me to dance. I imagined myself with long hair and long red fingernails. Eventually, I collapsed in a massive orgasm. When I was done I realized I'd stained my mother's pants. I tried to wash it out but it didn't make much of a difference. Not sure what to do I put everything back and hoped my mother wouldn't notice. The next evening I was watching TV when I heard a scream. I looked up to see my mother running into the living room in bra and panties holding her ruined satin pants. "What did you do? What did you do?" she screamed. I swallowed hard. I knew I was caught and my secret was out. I had no idea what to say. "You goddamn pervert. You ruined a $200 pair of pants!" "I'm sorry." "Is that all you can say? My stuff's been disappearing all summer and now I know it's because my son's a goddamn pervert. " "Mommy, I'm sorry," I said again. Tears started filling my eyes. "Don't you know I have a big date tonight? What am I supposed to wear?" My mother slapped me on the arm and I started weeping. "You pervert fag. If you touch my clothes again I'll kill you!. What kind of son are you?" I heard my mother yell as I ran to my room. I cried and cried all night. Eventually, I heard my mother leave. I guess she found something to wear. The next morning when my mom came home from her date I was shaking with fear and embarrassment. I was too scared to see her. When she came into the kitchen I was too frightened to even look at her. But she smiled and told me she knew it was rough being a kid and puberty was a tough time. I nodded. She said if I didn't touch her clothes again she would never mention it again. I was relieved and agreed. "You're going into junior high school," she said "and turning into a man. You have to be the man considering your good for nothing father." Then she talked about some rich man she'd met at the bar last night. She seemed to really like him. I thought I had put my cross-dressing days behind me. Junior high school was disaster. Everyone else seemed to know each other. They even knew the confusing layout of the school. It turned out my mother had forgotten about the orientation and tour night. My first day I walked into the wrong classroom and everyone laughed at me. Eventually, I found my class and met my classmates but no one seemed to want to talk to me or know me. Our class stayed together for the entire day. The class had two distinct leaders, Kenny for the boys and Vanessa for the girls. Kenny was one of the tallest kids in the class. He seemed to have it all. He was athletic and a natural leader. People just kind of gravitated to him and followed him. Vanessa's teeth were white and straight, she had glowing long hair and her clothes were designer labels. Her breasts were the most developed in class and I think the other girls envied her. It was like they were our king and queen and I was a peasant. Back home I was still stressed. I struggled over questions like, did my mother really love me? Was I a pervert? Why didn't I have any friends? I couldn't study or concentrate and I felt worse and worse. A few weeks into the term I had my first test in Mr. Harris' science class. I liked science but I hadn't done the reading. The test was so confusing and I didn't know any of the answers. Sometimes I didn't understand any of the questions. Towards the end of the test I just started crying. Vanessa and some of the other students started laughing. After a minute of so Mr. Harris took me out of the classroom and into a teacher's lounge. He got me a class of water. Then he patted me on the back and told me it was OK. He asked me why I was crying. "It's just so hard," I said. "Look, I know junior high school is very new but this is just one test." He said. "{We can get a tutor or. .." "Everybody hates me," I interrupted and started crying again. "I don't have any friends and I'm sad all the time." "OK, OK, son. I know someone you can talk to. Don't worry about the test, there's more important things in life." After a few minutes I had calmed down enough for Mr. Harris to take me to the counseling office. Mr. Harris told me to wait in the outer waiting room and he went into the main office. After a few minutes I heard his voice on the intercom asking me to come in. I opened the door and immediately noticed a woman who smiled at me and held out her hand. "Hello, I'm Ms. Black," she said. She was a little taller than Mr. Harris in her heels, with long dark hair and bright red lipstick. I immediately sensed her confident air. She was in her thirties and I couldn't help noticing her large breasts and muscular body. After Mr. Harris left I told her everything about my life, except the dressing up. There was something about her that made me trust her and want to tell her my problems but at the same time I was almost afraid to lie to her. She was rapt in her attention. She asked me a lot of questions about my home life and my feelings. I figured she would get bored but she seemed more and more interested. Then she asked me a question that shocked me. "Do you think life would be easier for you if you were a girl?" My mouth went dry. I didn't know what to say. I was confused. I couldn't let her on to my secret. "Maybe, I guess. Girls make friends easier but I wouldn't be as good at sports." She didn't say anything, just stared at me with her thin smile. "True. I'm excusing you from classes and sending you home early. Tomorrow I want you to come to my office instead of class." "Am I being punished?" "No, not at all. I just want to give you some psychological tests. I'll arrange with your teachers so you won't fall behind. Maybe you should spend your extra time today catching up on your schoolwork." The next morning I went straight to Ms. Black's office, avoiding my classmates. She was at her desk with a steaming cup of black coffee. "Good morning," she said. "I'm very happy to see you." We went into an empty classroom and Ms. Black gave me a pile of papers. "These are tests but they're psychological tests. There are no right or wrong answers. I just want to get to know you. OK?" "OK." Ms. Black looked deep into my eyes and spoke slowly. "You have to answer truthfully." It came out like an order, an order I knew I would obey. "Yes, Ms. Black." "I know there are a lot of questions, but take your time and if you want to get some water or go to the bathroom go right ahead, you don't need my permission." I nodded. "These are the morning tests. You must finish them by 11:30." Ms. Black left and I started the tests. The questions seemed to have no order. They were about personal information, perceptions, my attitudes about school, family, friends, women, God, animals, society and the government among other things. There were memory tests and word associations. A few were about sex and my body but I didn't have to give away anything about my dressing up so I was honest. After an hour I saw I had gone through about ten percent of the papers. How would I do the rest in two and a half hours? I hurried up my answers. I wrote quickly, reflexively, without thinking. Some questions were repeated from before but I was answering so quickly I barely noticed. When Ms. Black returned I had only a few papers left. She gave me an exaggerated look of disapproval. "Not finished?" "I'm sorry, I tried there were just so many questions." Her face broke into a smile. "You did very well." She patted me on the head and told me to go to lunch. It was a nice day outside so I ate my lunch in the school playground. I was alone, of course, but I didn't mind because I was so tired from the test. "Can I sit with you?" It was Kenny. I was surprised; I was busy eating and hadn't noticed anyone walk up. I told him I didn't mind. I thought it was weird because he had never talked to me before. Kenny told me how tough he thought the science test had been and how hard it must be for me not knowing anyone at the school. "I didn't think anyone noticed," I said. "Mr. Harris talked to us and said you might need a friend. I hope you don't hate us." "No, I thought you all hated me." "We don't hate you. We're having a kickball game after school at Pierce Park after school. You should come." I was ecstatic to finally be included in something. "Sure. " "Great. Roger, Roger," Kenny said. "Over, Over." I said. Kenny's eyes got wide, "Wasn't Airplane the best movie?" I spilled some of my juice, "I have a drinking problem." That cracked Kenny up and we spent the rest of lunch talking about our favorite movies like Airplane, Porky's and Star Wars. When I returned to the classroom I could see Ms. Black going over my tests. She was smiling which I took as a good sign. She wasn't going over my answers one by one but she seemed to be picking out one question every few pages or so. I hoped she would notice me but she was too wrapped up in the test. After a minute or so I cleared my throat. She looked up. "You startled me. Don't ever do that." "I'm sorry. " "That's all right." "So should I start on the afternoon tests?" "That won't be necessary. I have all the answers I need. Everything came out very well. You can go back to class." Ms. Black got up and patted me on the head. My next class was where I'd left off, in Mr. Harris science class. To my surprise he had rearranged the class into groups. He said it would help with the lab experiments. I was sitting at the same table as Kenny, Vanessa and some of the other popular kids. I took a seat next to Kenny and we made Airplane jokes until Mr. Harris told us to be quiet. The next weeks were a lot of fun. I enjoyed playing sports with Kenny. I wasn't the best but I was better than I thought. Kenny and I became friends. He was fun to talk movies with but it turned out he wasn't very smart and I hated the music he listened to. I couldn't stand the Journey and Foreigner he thought was great. But he was a good guy, don't get me wrong. One Saturday a bunch of us had a sleepover at Kenny's house. After watching some horror movies Kenny and I were the only ones up. We started talking about which girls in class were the hottest. I said Vanessa but Kenny said he thought she was kind of stuck up and wasn't that good looking, she just dressed hot and wore a lot of makeup. "It's weird," Kenny said. "It's like everyone expects us to be a couple." I was surprised; I'd always pictured them as an inevitable couple. As I drifted to sleep my thoughts turned to Vanessa. Maybe I should ask her out. The next morning after breakfast we all rode our bikes to the mall. We saw Vanessa and her friend, Tiffany. They joined us at the Food Court. Now that I thought about asking Vanessa out I was suddenly nervous around her. Still, Vanessa paid barely any attention to me and I didn't say anything to her, much less ask her out. In bed that night I fell asleep fantasizing about wearing Vanessa's tight red Gloria Vanderbilt jeans and her boots with the slight high heel. I smiled a sexy smile with lipsticked lips and long hair falling down my back. On Monday morning we were sleepily sitting in homeroom when our teacher, Mrs. Castle, came in with a new girl student. She didn't look like anyone else in our class. She was sullen but supremely confident. Her hair was long and reddish black with a pale slightly freckled face. She wore eyeliner around her sharp, probing eyes. She wore an oversized army jacket over a shirt with diagonal stripes, black pants and scuffed boots. She had an air of rocker coolness that totally got my attention. "Class," Mrs., Castle said. "This is Meredith. She just transferred here from her old school in, um. .." "Mississippi," Meredith said with a voice full of the south. "Please make her feel at home and help her out." Meredith looked around the room unsure of where to go. I guess I sympathized with her because I waved and held out a chair for her. Meredith rolled her eyes but she came over and sat with us. We all introduced ourselves. "So why did your family move here?" Kenny asked. "My Dad and Mom work for the government and they were transferred here. We would have come sooner but I stayed for my Bat Mitzvah. " "You're Jewish?" Vanessa said with surprise. "Do you have a problem with that? " "No, I didn't know there were Jewish people in Mississippi. I don't have a problem, I mean, my best friend Tiffany is. .." Vanessa's face was flushed; I'd never seen her so unnerved. "Well, there are plenty of Jews in the south." "Excuse me I have to go to the ladies room," Vanessa said and quickly walked away. There was an awkward pause and Meredith got out a copy of Rolling Stone and ignored us. I can't describe how different someone from the south, Jewish and not in preppie clothes was in out suburban town. Over the next few days I chatted with her a few times but never had any real conversations. She wasn't unfriendly, just distant. Later that week, as I was leaving my last class of the day, Mr. Harris asked me to come into his classroom. He looked a little nervous to me. "I was wondering if you could help me out," he said. "I have a guest house I need cleaning out so I can rent it. Maybe you can come by on Saturday and help me. I'll pay you $5 an hour." I never had any money so I jumped at the chance. "Mostly, I'll need you to take stuff out for the garbage. It's mostly small furniture and, um, clothes. It'll probably take all day." I agreed and said I'd make sure to get my Mom's permission. Then we talked about school and he was very happy at how well I was getting along. I thanked him for helping me. By the time we were finished talking everyone had left his or her lockers except for Meredith. She was cutting out pictures from magazines and decorating her locker. She had pictures of Patti Smith, Lou Reed and The Clash. I was surprised to see musicians instead of movie stars. "Hey, I like The Clash," I said. "Yeah, what's your favorite song? And don't say "Rock The Casbah"? "I like "'London Calling'" and "'Train In Vain'". "I like their punk stuff better but "London Calling" is a cool album." "Thanks," I said. "You're the only person here who'll talk to me here." "I didn't know anyone at the beginning of the year. I know what it's like." "Really? You're like Mr. Popular. Do you want to go outside? I'm dying for a cigarette." "Sure," I said a little too eagerly. We went outside the gym to a spot where I'd seen some ninth graders smoking. Meredith got out a pack of Marlboro Lights and gave me one. I'd smoked a few of my Mom's cigarettes so I wasn't completely clueless. I found women smoking very sexy and I'd often fantasized about being a sexily dressed woman smoking. I inhaled slightly, enough for Meredith to know I was a real smoker but not enough to make me sick. She took deep inhales and you could tell she was experienced. I noticed her shipped nail polish and rubber bracelets. She talked about her friends in Mississippi and the music she liked. She knew about all the bands. I could tell she was smarter than anyone at school. Mostly, she talked but I told her about our classmates and stuff around town. We walked home and by the time she left I felt we were friends. Saturday morning I was at Mr. Harris's house at nine sharp. I was tired from getting up so early but excited to be making some money. Maybe I could buy some of the records Meredith had told me about. Mr. Harris showed me into his house and had some breakfast for me. "You'll need your strength," he said. As we ate Mr. Harris explained about the house. He had inherited it and the guesthouse. A variety of friends, relatives and tenants had lived there and left or stored lots of useless stuff. My job was to clean it out. "Where should I start?" I asked. He paused and gave me a thin smile. "The upstairs bedroom, I guess. Work your way down. I'm going out all morning and I won't be back until about one. I'll bring you some lunch. Good luck." The guesthouse was in better shape than I had thought. It was cleaner than where I lived and about as big. It seemed weird to me that a place built for a guest was as big as a house I lived in all the time. The bedroom seemed normal. I looked around and opened a dresser. It was filled with panties. White, pink, black, lace, cotton and silk. There must have been two dozen. I shut the door as I felt my demons come back. My heart pounded as I realized that Mr. Harris wouldn't be back for hours. Trying to look casual I looked through the other drawers. They contained bras, girdles, pantyhose, stockings, slips, camisoles, jewelry, gloves and makeup. I couldn't resist, I had to try some clothes on. Besides, I was alone here for hours. Quickly, I lowered the blinds. Then I looked in the closet. It was packed with beautiful clothes. They seemed to range from suits from the fifties to blouses and designer jeans that looked like current fashion. On the floor were the shoes, pumps, boots and sandals. I stripped and put on white silk panties and a pink camisole and slip. It was so soft. I got hard immediately. I paraded in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror touching myself in the soft material until I came. My body shook from the pleasure. I couldn't stop. I cleaned off and put on another pair of panties, a bra and stockings. I looked for a dress and found a maroon wool suit from the early sixties. Somehow, it fit me perfectly even the tight skirt that hugged my ass. It was so tight and constraining, I loved it. The top had half sleeves so I got some elbow length black leather gloves. My feet slip into pumps I could barely walk in. I felt so sexy; this outfit was out of my dreams! I walked around the floor imagining myself as a sexy, woman on the town. I rubbed my leather-clad hands all over my body and waves of pleasure surged over me. "Hello, cutie." I gasped and turned to the voice behind me. It was Ms. Black! She was wearing thigh-high leather boots and gauntlets, a corset and something that looked like a leather bikini. Her hair was done up high and her lips were a dark red. "I can explain. .." I said weakly. "No, you silly boy, I can explain. You were set up. I can see a sissy in a boy's eyes. I gave you those tests to confirm what you are. Mr. Harris and I planted the clothes and you fell for it. I've been watching you from behind the mirror all morning and it's been a great show." I blinked back tears. I'd been totally manipulated. I couldn't believe I'd fallen for it. "On your knees, girl," Ms. Black snarled. I instantly obeyed. "Crawl to me." I crawled to her. I was excited but scared out of my mind. When I reached Ms. Black she produced a studded dog collar and put it around my neck. Then she attached a leash to that. "Your name is now Melanie. What's your name? " "Melanie." "Tell me again." "I am Melanie." "Good girl," Ms. Black said and patted me on the top of my head. "I'm not going to hurt you but I know you are a sissy inside and love this, Melanie. I saw you prancing around that bedroom. Tell me." "Yes, Ms Black, I like dressing as a girl." It was both a relief and humiliating to say it. "Follow me, Melanie." She led me by the leash to the main house. I was terrified walking outside dressed as a woman but there was a fence so no one could me on a leash and in a dress. My dick throbbed as I heard the clack-clack my heels made on the concrete. Inside Ms. Black sat me in front of a vanity and schooled me for over an hour in makeup. We applied and removed countless layers of lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, blush, eyeshadow and false eyelashes. Then I learned how to put on nail polish. I did that by kneeling on the floor and doing Ms. Black's fingers and toes. Finally, I was made up in bright red lipstick with heavy eye makeup. I couldn't believe how feminine, soft and sexy I looked. "You are so cute," Ms. Black said. "And you are mine." She rubbed my ass and leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Imagine if this gets out, if the pictures I've taken get around the school. You know what it was like when you started. It will be a million times worse if you disobey me and I expose you." "Yes, Ms. Black," was all I could gasp. "This is the golden year when boys and girls are different but not so different you can't easily look like one. Afterwards, things get complicated." Ms. Black looked off in the distance, and then she composed herself. "You need practice looking feminine so let's work on that." Ms. Black made me perform small chores like getting her a glass of water, doing the dishes and light cleaning. She kept correcting my posture and walk and gave me advice for walking in my tight skirt and heels. By now, I was getting into it. I felt very feminine and my fear was being replaced by a horniness I was getting desperate to satisfy. Then I heard a key go into the lock of the front door. I froze in fear. I thought this was just between me and Mrs. Black, who could it be? Entering the room was Mr. Harris. Instead of his usual suit he wore a tight black T-shirt, leather pants and studded cuffs on his wrists. "Ms. Black, who is this?" he asked. I knew he could tell who I was. I didn't look that much different and he must have known about this. "Tell his your name, dear." Ms. Black said. "I'm Melanie." I said. It was becoming a conditioned response. "Sir. Address the man as 'Sir. '" "My name is Melanie, Sir." "Such a pretty name for a pretty girl." Mr. Harris put his hand under my chin and looked into my eyes. His other hand ran down my body and fondled my ass. I shivered. "I'm glad you're here, Harris," Ms. Black said. "It's time for lunch." "I'm hungry for food but I think Melanie is hungry for something else. " Ms. Black rolled her eyes. "You, men. All right Melanie do you want to cum? " "Yes, Ms. Black." "Not in those clothes. Strip and kneel. Harris, get a plate. " I stripped and neatly folded the clothes I'd been wearing. Ms. Black reattached the leash to my collar and gripped it in her hand. She told me to stroke my cock whenever she yanked on my leash. Mr. Harris placed a plate in front of me to catch my cum. As I stroked my cock on the floor Mr. Harris was stroking his through his leather pants while Ms. Black had a finger under her bikini bottom. The sight of them playing with themselves was so disturbing I had to close my eyes as I came for my audience. When I was done we were all quiet for a while. I reflected on what was going on. In many ways this was my fantasy but it was also my nightmare. I had lost control of my life to Ms. Black and Mr. Harris. "Melanie," Ms. Black's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I have some new clothes for you to put on." I put the clothes on. They were typical girls clothes. Calvin Klein jeans, pink cotton panties, white tennis shoes with no socks, a clear plastic belt, training bra and a pink, scoop neck T-shirt with flowers on it. "There isn't time to do your hair so wear this." It was a brown-haired wig with shoulder length hair. "In the future you'll grow your hair out and we'll have some fun." Ms. Black gave me a pair of large-framed sunglasses with pink frames. "Now that you came your dick is smaller, limper and more manageable. It will fit easily into the jeans." Even so they were very snug and I could feel them gripping my crotch, ass and thighs. The bra clenched my chest reminding me it was there all the time. Ms. Black then placed a heart necklace around my neck and gave me a watch with a thin girl's band and a charm bracelet. Finally, I put on a little lip-gloss and nail polish. I'd been a little disappointed I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans instead of a skirt at first but I now looked and felt very feminine. "Very cute," Mr. Harris said. "If you go to the back of the house," Ms. Black continued. "There's a bicycle. Go to the market on Elm Street and buy us what's on this list." "Go out, like this, alone, I can't," I yelled. "Now, Melanie," Ms. Black said. "You really have no choice unless you want to go across town and home like you're dressed now. Harris has hidden your boy clothes." Once again I was terrified but I knew I had to comply. Ms. Black handed me a small red purse and I walked outside to the back of the house where a pink bike with white tires rested against a fence. The front of the bike had a small basket with plastic flowers attached. I got on and pedaled towards the store. As I leaned over I could feel the wind against the bare skin between my t-shirt and jeans. Anyone looking at my back could see my panties. I hoped no one would recognize me behind my wig and sunglasses. Luckily, the market wasn't crowded. It was difficult walking in the tight jeans but I used what Ms. Black had taught me about using my hips and I think I moved okay. The only other customers were a mom and her son who looked a little older than me. As I moved through the store he seemed to be following me. Did he know I was a boy? Did he think I was gay? Was he going to beat me up? I went through the door as quickly as I could and got to my bike. But the combination of my nervousness and the bag of groceries made it difficult for me to open my bike lock. "Can I help?" I looked up and saw the boy from inside the store standing over me with a big smile on his face. Despite myself I gasped. "Sure," I said as he took the bag of groceries. "My name is Brian. Do you live around here?" "Hi, I'm. ..Melanie. I'm just visiting people. I live across town." He handed me the groceries back and opened the lock for me. "Thanks," I said. "I guess I'm all thumbs." "You're welcome. Sometimes girls aren't as good with tools and stuff as boys, but you make up for it in looks. Maybe I could show you around the neighborhood." Then it hit me. He was asking me out! He thought I was a real girl and wanted to date me. Here I was afraid to ask a girl out and I was being asked out. My face turned red and I tried to think of something to say. "Um, maybe, I'm really busy though." I didn't know how to feel. Part of me was repulsed by the thought of dating or worse, kissing a boy but part of me was flattered and excited to attract him. Besides, wasn't that what girls did, go out with boys? "What about tomorrow? Can I have your phone number?" "Sure, 555-1737. But I have to go now. " "Thanks for helping me with the lock" "OK, nice meeting you Melanie." My God, I'd given him my home phone number. What was I thinking? Was I nuts? I'd totally panicked. I rode off on my bike as quickly as I could. My life was becoming more and more insane by the minute. Back at the house I tried the back door but it was locked. I rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" "Melanie." "Who?" "It's me, Melanie." Ms. Black opened the door and she and Mr. Harris were laughing. "We're starving," he said. "I'm sorry, I came back as fast as I could." My slave collar was reattached and I was ordered to set the table and prepare lunch. It was simple; turkey sandwiches, cut fruits and vegetables, potato salad and soda pop. Ms. Black kept an eye on me and corrected all my mistakes. Finally, lunch was ready and I had to stand by the table and attend to any of my mistress' and master's needs. When they were finished eating Mr. Harris said, "What a good lunch, Melanie." "Thank you." "Are you hungry, dear?" Ms. Black asked. I was starving at this point. "Yes, Ma'am." "Then get on your knees by my side." I knelt down. Ms. Black took a slice of turkey and held it out for me. I quickly took it in my mouth. She gave me some carrots and apple slices feeding me as if I was a dog. It humiliated me but I was so hungry I didn't care. "What a delightful pet," Ms. Black said. "Now crawl to Mr. Harris." He led me by my leash and took me to a cabinet in the kitchen. He took out a large cuff and length of metal chain covered in plastic like for bike locks which he attached to a heating pipe in the floor. "Melanie, Mr. Harris and I have some business to take care of upstairs and it better take some time. Mr. Harris blushed. "This is a list of chores for you. I'll expect them to be done by the time I come downstairs," "Yes, Ms. Black." "When you're done you can sit on the couch. There are copies of Seventeen and Cosmo. You need to read more girls magazines. And help yourself to a cigarette, you've earned it." She and Mr. Harris laughed. "A cigarette?" I asked. "You don't have to pretend with us. I saw you and your girlfriend smoking behind the school yesterday." "Meredith's not my girlfriend," I said. "We just met, were just good friends." "I'm sorry Melanie, I didn't mean to upset you. I interviewed her when she enrolled and she seems very smart and friendly though she's. ..well you'll find out someday. I don't want to ruin your surprise." I tried to figure that statement out as I did my chores. I couldn't figure out what Ms. Black meant. I lost myself in my chores. I had to clean the kitchen, wash the dishes, scrub the countertops and take care of the table. Luckily, I was used to cleaning at home because my Mom was usually working or out. It didn't take that long and I pulled my chain over to the couch and read the magazines. It was fun to linger over the fashions instead of the fleeting glances I normally got with my Mom's magazines or at newsstands. I could hear Mr. Harris scream, "fuck me, please Mistress, fuck me" or scream in pain. That died down and was replaced by Ms. Black saying, "Eat me bitch, deeper, deeper. " I could barely imagine at the time what they were up to. As the sun went down I smoked and read magazines. Eventually, I heard Ms. Black walk downstairs. "Harris won't be joining us, he's all tied up." I nodded unsure of what to say. "Melanie, fetch me a glass of wine and some cheese and fruit. It's all in the refrigerator." I did as I was told. I was so anxious to please Ms. Black I poured her wine to the top of her glass. "Really, Melanie, that's a little much, a little gauche but I'll drink it." She looked at me as she placed a cigarette in her long black holder. "So pretty, so malleable. Stand by me and wait on me as I eat." She finished her cigarette then started on her food. "I'm very tired. We were up early preparing for you but everything has gone well. Don't you agree, Melanie? "Yes, Ms. Black." "When you are here, Melanie, you will address me as Mistress at all times, do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." I was completely in the powerful woman's thrall. I would do whatever she said at this point. A small part of me was scared and felt this was wrong but most of me didn't. Ms. Black took a big gulp of her wine and slammed it on the table. "Strip, everything except your bra and panties. Keep the wig on." After I stripped, Ms. Black but bright red lipstick on me. She unchained me and led me over to the mirror. As I looked at myself, her leather clad body stood behind me with her hands caressing me. "Such a pretty girl," she said. "I want you to see what you are." Ms. Black put the collar and leash back on my neck and ordered me to kneel. She put my hands in handcuffs behind me. "Melanie, I have enslaved you today because I felt it was right for you, that deep down you wanted it. But if you don't this is your final chance to be released. I will uncuff you, take off your collar and we will never mention it. There was a tense moment of silence. "So, tell me Melanie. .." "I want to be Melanie, your slave girl!" I yelled before Ms. Black had a chance to finish. She laughed. "Good girl, so eager. I'm going to release you now and we will say nothing in school. But we will spend much more time together. It's going to be a very fun year, for me at least. I didn't think what would happen when the year was over. Questions? Comments? Write me at [email protected]