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DISCLAIMER: This story is rated X for strong sexual content. Specifically, it is a FANTASY involving mother/son incest, brother/sister incest, and underage sex! If you are under eighteen (18) years of age or in an area where this type of material is prohibited, or if the content offends you...DO NOT READ THIS STORY. If you are of legal age, eighteen (18) or older, and are located in areas where this is legal, and not offensive to you, please continue. The locations and characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to any real place, any actual living person, or any real name, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, as long as I'm credited as the author; it is reproduced in its entirety, it includes this disclaimer, no fee is charged to access it, and I am notified of any such reproduction! This is my first humble attempt at Erotica and my first submission to this site. I sincerely hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to post your feedback here or e- mail any and all comments to: [email protected] Finally, I'd like to dedicate this tale to the hundreds and hundreds of marvelous authors at FM whose stories I've thoroughly enjoyed, who inspired me to overcome my fears and post my own humble effort, and especially to one very special angel who is truly as sweet as candy. SYNOPSIS: This is a story about a single mother who loves the game of Bridge and who takes the time to teach the card game to her sixteen year old son. When he finally has the opportunity to play in her weekly game, there's only one seemingly insurmountable problem. The game is for girls only; and very naughty girls at that. Read on to find out what happens to a good boy, turned bad girl, when there's a sudden opening in his mother's weekly game. SIBC. CATEGORIES: Crossdressing/TV; Femdom, Authoritarian; School Girl; Stuck KEYWORDS: Appliances Attached, Hair or Hair Salon, Petticoats and Crinolines, Prom Girl or Fancy Dress, School Girl, Use of Sex Toys, Very High Heels AGE CATEGORY: Teenager 13 - 18 RATED: XXX-I An Afternoon of Bridge By: Simonne Danielle © 2007 "But Mom, I don't understand why I can't play too!" I whined. "Sorry Simon, but our Bridge game is for girls only. It's the only time during the week that we can get together, play cards, and do girl stuff. It's for girls only - no boys allowed." "It's just not fair, Mom! I'm a good player. You even said I was good enough to play competitive Bridge! I don't get it! Why did you spend all that time teaching me how to play Bridge, anyway?" I was trying desperately to convince Mom to let me play cards with her and her girlfriends. I had really come to love the game. I mainly loved the competitive nature of the game but also loved it because it was such an important part of her week. The few hours each week she spent playing Bridge with her girlfriends always seemed to rejuvenate her; to energize her to take on all the mundane chores her 'Mom-Status' required. All I wanted was to be a part of it. I was hoping that playing cards would at least bring us a little closer. Heck, even my sister, Elizabeth, got to play in their weekly game when she didn't have to work. It was one of many of the insufferable methods she employed to tease me and constantly put me down. She always acted so superior. At eighteen, she's two years older than me. You wouldn't think that two years could make such a difference. But, let me tell you, it does! She's been like that since we were toddlers. She uses every opportunity to show me she's the 'Boss' and Mom lets her get away with it. Heck, she's had her own car for the past two years. I just got my driver's license but Mom won't even let me drive, let alone have my own car! With no father to provide any sort of role model or back-up support, Elizabeth and Mom have always made it clear that they see me as a the baby of the family; even as a 'second-class citizen' in my own house! I stood in Mom's boudoir, as she likes to call it, watching her put the finishing touches on her face. I figured if I could just ease my way into some of their activities they'd at least treat me a little more equal. I started blubbering and even stomped my size-five foot. It was a petulant and childish gesture, I know, but that's how she was making me feel! "Maybe I should just put on one of Elizabeth's dresses!" I whined sarcastically. "Then I could be one of the girls too!" "Don't be a smarty-pants, Simon. You're a boy. A small boy but, nonetheless, a boy! Quit getting your panties in a bunch! Boys aren't allowed at our Bridge game! And that's final!" Just then the phone rang. She told me to get it. Her nails were still wet. "It's Auntie Emily, Mom. She says Mimi can't play today. Some sort of emergency at Betsy's school." Betsy is Mimi's fifteen year old daughter. Actually, 'Auntie Emily' isn't even my real aunt, just a really close friend of my Mom, Virginia; Ginny for short. They had known each other practically all their lives. "Hold the phone for me, Simon, so I can talk to her." I held the phone to her ear. I could only hear Mom's end of the conversation but the gist of it seemed to be that they'd have to cancel the game if they couldn't find a fourth player. Then she looked up at me. It was like a light bulb had switched on inside her brain. She began telling Auntie Emily how she had been teaching me to play Bridge and even praised my skills. 'Maybe there's hope for me yet!' I thought. When she suggested that I could fill in I could tell that Auntie Emily was raising the obvious objection; that it was 'girls only'; no boys allowed. My sudden surge of hope was dashed in a heart beat. But Mom continued to study me closely and, to my utter embarrassment, told Auntie Emily how I'd even suggested putting on a dress and becoming 'one of the girls' - just so I could play in their game! If that wasn't humiliating enough she even went on to tell Auntie Emily that she was sure she could find something in Elizabeth's closet that would fit me! "After all, Emily, they're pretty much the same size." My face was burning, not only from the suggestion that I could actually fill in as a 'girl', but from her humiliating observation that I would surely fit into my sister's clothes. Mom was right about one thing, though; Elizabeth and I were the same size! 'Groan!' I started to protest. "I was only being sarcastic when I made that suggestion! No way am I gonna put on a dress and pretend to be a girl!" 'Even if it would gain me entry into their card game!' I thought to myself. Mom concluded her conversation; telling Auntie Emily that she'd see what she could do and, if they all agreed I was presentable enough, I could be their fourth player. What had I got myself into? I hung up the phone. Mom told me to fetch a royal blue slip out of her lingerie dresser and help her into it. She was already wearing black silk tap panties, a matching bra, a black satin garter belt attached to ultra-sheer nude nylon stockings, and her trademark five-inch CFM pumps. Seeing her in various stages of undress was nothing unusual. I didn't even stare at her and Elizabeth anymore as they paraded around the house in their underwear and nightclothes. And they constantly paraded around like that as if I wasn't even there. I fetched the slip and scrunched it up so I could ease it over her perfectly coiffed French Roll. I could hear the crackles and pops of static electricity as it slithered down her torso. She took my hand and pulled me towards Elizabeth's bedroom. I resisted and dug my heels into the plush carpeting in protest. She admonished me, "This was your idea, Simon. To be truthful, I think it's a crazy one. But we do need a fourth for Bridge and the more I think about it, the more I think you'll fill the bill quite nicely. You're small enough to fit into Elizabeth's things and, with a little make-up and a little coaching; well, you might just make a decent looking girl. Now follow me and do as I say! We don't have all day!" In the past, merely entering Elizabeth's private sanctuary was sufficient reason to ground me for at least a week. I tried to tell Mom that my sister was gonna be sooo pissed off. It didn't deter her. In no time at all she had me standing there, bare-assed naked. I was literally quaking with fear and embarrassment as I stepped into the sheer lavender nylon bikini panties she held at my feet. Notwithstanding their wispy delicate style, the shocks that electrified my body when the silky material caressed my loins for the first time screamed that this was not at all an unpleasant sensation and almost overrode my fear of how Elizabeth would react if she ever found out. I couldn't help myself. The words just poured from my mouth. "Mom, this underwear feels great! I can't believe it!" I was rubbing my butt cheeks, feeling the delicious sensations of silky nylon against my virtually hairless skin. I added, "Elizabeth's gonna kill me if she ever finds out." "Of course they feel great," she casually commented. "Why do you think we girls wear silk and lace? You just let me worry about Elizabeth. And, by the way, girls wear panties, only boys wear underwear." She had already selected a bra which matched the panties - lavender satin with delicate cream lace edging. She strapped me into it and adjusted the shoulder straps. Before I could even ask why I needed a bra, she had slipped a pair of very realistic looking breast forms into the satin cups and observed, "Very nice! Very nice indeed! They even make you look older; as old as Elizabeth. I'm glad she saved these C- cups, though Lord only knows why." When I stood straight I could even see the fake nipples trying to poke through the cups. But Mom wasn't at all happy with the way the breast forms wandered around my chest when I bent over. The only solution, according to her, was to affix them more securely. After removing my bra she applied a liberal amount of what she called 'medical adhesive' to my chest and to the forms. The adhesive set within a few minutes. At her insistence, I jumped up and down and shook my shoulders from side to side. They held firmly to my skin but jiggled just like the real deal! She camouflaged the feathered edges with foundation make-up which blended perfectly with my skin tone. After she helped me back into the underwired, push-up bra, I had cleavage and everything! "Mom, how am I ever gonna get these off?" I whined. "Why'd you glue them on? I'm gonna be stuck with these forever! I have school on Monday! Sheesh, I am so screwed!" "Don't be such a little cry-baby! They came with adhesive remover to dissolve the glue. It's around her somewhere. They'll come off in a jiffy. Stop your complaining!" I wasn't convinced but sensed that arguing with her would be useless. A few minutes later she had me dolled up in a garter belt, nylons, a camisole, and a sexy pair of three-inch strappy sandals. Standing before my own mother wearing some of my sister's sexy-best lingerie, made me feel as vulnerable and humiliated as I ever had. Still, as I ran my hands over the silky, slinky fabrics, I couldn't help blurting out, "Mom, I'm never gonna be able to concentrate on Bridge. This lingerie feels too good!" The silky feel of my panties and the constricting tautness of my stockings and garter belt was like nothing I had never felt before! "I'm so glad you like the feeling!" she said sarcastically. "I can see just how much you like the feeling, Simon." She smiled, as she gently patted the seven-inch bulge tenting my panties. "You're gonna make such a beautiful girl! Well, a beautiful girl with something extra in your panties! My Bridge partners are gonna love the 'new' you." She was giggling but definitely getting into this whole thing. I bucked my hips backwards, trying to get away from her hand touching that private place which she hadn't touched since I was an infant. She actually gripped my rigid pole even more firmly. Mom had always been a 'touchy-feely' sort of person; so were Elizabeth and all her girlfriends. But now, my Mom was fondling me! She'd never acted like this! The truth is, no girl had ever touched me like this! With one arm around my waist and her other hand toying with my straining bulge; she led me to Elizabeth's vanity. She coached me to cross my legs, sit with my back straight, and my chest thrust forward. "Girls are proud of their assets, Simon, and love showing them off. It will never do to have you acting like a boy in front of my girlfriends, will it?" She giggled. During the next thirty minutes she had set my shoulder-length hair in hot curlers and 'painted' my face exactly the same way my sister painted hers. My eyebrows were so fine that she didn't bother plucking. I couldn't believe how long she made my eyelashes look with just a few deft strokes of Elizabeth's velvety mascara. She did point out, in a rather stern and sarcastic tone, "You'll have to wear a full skirt to hide this bulge, Simon! It looks so UNlady-like!" While my hair set she had me try on several outfits; several skirts coordinated with pretty tops and several of Elizabeth's best party dresses. All had skirts pouffed out by at least one frothy petticoat. I was non-committal when she asked me which outfit I wanted to wear. What do I know about dresses - nothing! I did know that the lingerie I was wearing was making me weak in the knees. Wobbling on three-inch heels wasn't helping; although I loved the way they made me feel so much taller! I gazed at the accumulated mound of outfits sprawled over Elizabeth' bed. I couldn't make a decision. Mom laughed and said I was behaving just like a girl, "We girls can never make up our minds..." I finally decided on a lavender chiffon skirt, a pale pink and very full silky chiffon petticoat, and a lavender satin sleeveless top covered with oodles of Mother-Of-Pearl beads. The full petticoat and chiffon skirt did hide my bulging tent pole! Mom praised my choice. She reminded me of the obvious; that part of the fun of her weekly Bridge game was 'dressing-to-the-'nines'; each girl trying to outdo the others. It really was quite the fashion show. The swish of my skirts assaulted my ears like waves crashing on the shore. I loved it! But I still wasn't convinced I'd fit in as one of the girls. Mom took out the curlers and suddenly I had a mass of soft curls cascading to my shoulders. She had managed to style my chocolate-brown tresses into an exact duplicate of Elizabeth's very feminine hair-do. A quick reshaping of my rather short fingernails, "These would look so much nicer if I had the time to lengthen them with acrylic extensions...", two coats of pearly-pink polish, clip-on pearl drop earrings, "Maybe we should think about having your ears pierced", a delicate gold necklace with a pearl pendant, a few dressy rings, even an ankle bracelet engraved - 'Mom's Girly-Girl' - and she pronounced me 'ready for action'. When she stood me before Elizabeth's full-length mirror I was speechless. There was no way the gorgeous co-ed who stared back could be me! Mom looked as stunning as ever, wearing a new Yves St. Laurent cocktail dress. The hem of the royal blue raw silk dress settled at the middle of her thighs and sported an overlay of delicate powder-blue French lace. The bodice was low cut and form-fitting. Her D-cups were practically pouring out. The softly pleated A-line skirt made a deliciously sibilant swishing sound with every step she took. Over the next hour we set up the Bridge table, prepared finger-food, set out a wine bucket and glasses on the buffet, and dusted and polished until everything sparkled. The non-stop activity helped to take my mind off thoughts of my impending 'debut'. Nevertheless, my nerves remained frazzled. Dozens of trips back and forth from the kitchen to the family room was all the practice I needed to become accustomed to my new high heels. On the bright side, I didn't have to use the step-stool to reach the second shelf in the kitchen cupboards. Mom even commented that I was walking in heels like I'd been wearing them for years. Of course, she constantly 'coached' me on ways to improve my feminine mannerisms and kept up a running conversation so I could practice the proper voice inflections and phrasing to compliment my very femme appearance. I wasn't perfect by any stretch but, by the time the doorbell rang, I really was 'ready for action'! Oh yeah, and really, really nervous! Mom led Auntie Emily and our next door neighbor, Kay, into the family room. I stood there nervously, hands clasped behind my back, feet together, and chest proudly thrust forward, smiling just as Mom had instructed. Auntie Emily was gracious as she rushed over and hugged me tightly. She smothered me with air kisses and twirled me to "get the full effect", as she put it. My skirt and petticoat flared waist high. "Oooh, Ginny, you put him in a garter belt, how sexy! Simon, you're such a dear to help out in Mimi's absence. You look delicious!" Kay was no less effusive as she complimented both Mom and me on our choice of outfits. Even in three-inch heels my five-foot three-inch height made me feel tiny compared to Kay's imposing six-foot, though very slender, frame. She towered over me, as well as Mom and Auntie Emily. All three agreed that, at least for this week, there would certainly be no 'boys' present at their Bridge game. I actually breathed a sigh of relief. Auntie Emily, always a slave to fashion, was wearing an eye-popping poufy sunshine yellow chiffon dress. The knee-length hem still managed to show off her sexy nylon-clad legs which were showcased even further by her matching four-inch strappy sandals. Kay's maroon rayon pencil skirt was so tight I could see the outline of her garters. It was topped by a cream-colored silk cami shell. Her cream silk pumps were the perfect compliment. The three girls greeted each other with hugs and kisses and effusive praise. I had to wonder whether this was a card game or some sort of bizarre girly-type ritual to which one could only be admitted by Papal decree. My head started buzzing as I took in the scene of femininity - a scene which I was now an integral part of. *********** I don't want to bore you with a recitation of the Rules of Bridge. Suffice it to say that the game involves two partners bidding against the other two. The winning bidder is called the Declarer and her partner is the Dummy. The Dummy sits out the hand while the remaining three try to accumulate enough Tricks to satisfy the Contract bid. In the first game Mom and Auntie Emily were partners while Kay and I paired off. Auntie Emily won the opening bid leaving Mom as the Dummy. After the hand commenced Mom got up and stood casually next to Auntie Emily. She was between Auntie Emily and me but wasn't looking at my cards. On the contrary, she seemed to be constantly sneaking peeks down the bodice of Auntie Emily's dress. From my vantage point it looked like Auntie Emily had two bald guys straining to climb out of her bra! I was trying real hard to concentrate on the progress of the hand; trying to impress the three other girls, hoping that if I did, they'd invite me back. After we had split the first four tricks I caught a glimpse of Auntie Emily snake her arm around Mom's waist and pull her a little closer. It seemed to be a tender gesture and I didn't give it much thought. The next trick was won by Auntie Emily. I noticed that her hand had moved south and was actually caressing Mom's butt in a very sensual manner. Mom wasn't moving away. In fact, if anything, she snuggled her hip even more securely into Auntie Emily's embrace! I started losing my concentration as I wondered what the heck was going on here. Instead of concentrating on the game, the voyeur in me kept my eyes focused on this rather erotic scene. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Auntie Emily begin fingering the hem of Mom's dress. However, my focus was suddenly sidetracked. At first I thought it was just a harmless accident. You know, when someone seated across from you accidentally hits your foot with theirs, especially when the table is as small as the fold-up Bridge table we were sitting at. I was sitting with my legs demurely crossed at the knees, trying to look and act as feminine as possible. But then I felt it again. I distinctly felt Kay's nylon-clad foot inching its way up my calf. She had slipped her heels off. I tried to ignore it but that foot continued to insistently caress my calf and was moving higher and higher! I didn't dare look Kay in the eye. This was no accident! At least she stopped her foot at my knee but nevertheless continued to tickle me with her toes. The electric sensation of nylon against nylon was really affecting my concentration! Kay and Auntie Emily continued the hand as if they were oblivious to their extra-curricular activities. I was playing the best I could. When Auntie Emily slipped her hand underneath the hem of Mom's dress and raised it higher I was shocked. I could clearly see the outline of her hand squeezing and caressing Mom's ass. Mom had a glazed look in her eyes and was swaying back and forth; moving her ass into and against Auntie Emily's wandering hand. Mom had widened her stance, clearly parting her thighs to allow Auntie Emily's hand easier access. I could see the outline of Auntie Emily's hand disappear and slither between Mom's parted thighs; into her nether region. Mom was actually beginning to moan, quietly at first, but getting loader by the second. 'What in the world!' I thought. I really lost it when Auntie Emily removed her hand from under Mom's dress. Her fingers were glistening with droplets of the sticky and slimy variety. She raised her hand to her mouth and surreptitiously licked her fingers before playing her next discard. As if that wasn't enough I felt both of Kay's feet grasp my knee and forcefully part my legs. Her foot snaked its way along my inner thighs until it nestled comfortably against my groin. With those never-ending legs of hers she could have scratched the back of my neck with her toes! She was massaging my silky panty-clad cock and balls with her nylon-clad foot! My jaw dropped in shock. I dared to sneak a look at her, not believing she was really doing what I really knew she was doing. She was smiling an imperious smile which said she was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. She said, almost as an afterthought, "Close your mouth, Simon, you'll catch flies." Auntie Emily's hand had found its way back under Mom's dress and undoubtedly to Mom's crotch. Mom was moaning; Kay was grinning as her foot continued to titillate my raging erection and very blue balls. Okay, sue me! My thighs had involuntarily parted even wider! Under the Bridge table I was seated in a very UNlady-like manner! My head was spinning! The roaring buzz in my ears was getting louder! I was sure I was gonna pass out any second! The first hand ended. Don't even ask me who won. I was feeling scared, perplexed, extremely vulnerable, and yes, I was thoroughly enjoying the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed, not to mention been a part of! I heard Mom groan loudly and watched as her whole body shuddered. She was gripping Auntie Emily's shoulders; holding on for dear life; trying to steady herself! It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what had just happened. I was on the verge myself. Two minutes must have passed before Mom regained her composure. Just as I was about to explode into my sister's finest panties Mom grabbed my hand and dragged me off to the kitchen to "fetch refreshments". The look on Kay's face as I slid my chair away from the table told me, in no uncertain terms, that she knew just how close I had come. Her smile said it was our little secret. In the kitchen I breathlessly asked, "Mom, what the heck is going on? I can't believe what I just saw. I can't believe what Kay was doing to me under the table. My head is buzzing. I think I feel faint. I can't get this buzz out of my head." "Relax, Simon. Just relax. I told you we play cards and do 'girl stuff'. In case you haven't guessed by now, it's the 'girl stuff' that we really enjoy most. Look, putting on one of Elizabeth's dresses was all your idea. Frankly, I thought it was a crazy idea. But look how you turned out. If you weren't my son, there's no way I'd ever know you were a boy. And, judging by Auntie Emily's and Kay's reactions, they seem to think you're just as much a girl as the three of us. In fact, I can't wait 'til Elizabeth gets home so I can show you off to her." "What? You're gonna let Elizabeth see me like this? You wouldn't! She'll kill me. She'll make a laughing stock out of me! My friends will never talk to me again! I'm sooo dead! Why'd I ever let you do this to me?" "You did it to yourself, Simon. Don't forget, this was all your idea. Now you'll just have to 'suffer' the consequences, although I don't think 'suffer' is the proper way to phrase it. Unless I miss my guess, I think you're gonna be a regular at our weekly Bridge game for the foreseeable future ...as 'one of the girls'! In fact, if we can get Elizabeth to take off work and with Mimi coming back into the game next week, we'd only need two more to make eight of us. We could have two games going at the same time. Won't that be fun? We'll have to talk to Kay and Auntie Emily to see if they can think of two more girls." My head was really spinning. I had to hold onto the kitchen counter to keep from collapsing. That buzzing in my head was driving me nuts. Mom steadied me by wrapping her arm around my waist. Her hand drifted lower and started making small comforting circles on my butt cheeks. She pulled me closer and whispered breathily in my ear, "Don't you just love how marvelous these clothes feel; especially Elizabeth's silky lingerie?" The buzzing was getting louder by the second. "Mom, everything feels nice but my head is buzzing like crazy. I can't think straight. What's going on?" She was caressing my butt cheeks and the rigid tent pole inside the front of my dress simultaneously. She placed my hand on the front of her skirt; forcing me to rub her groin. I was astounded! "Simon, you're the one who wanted to be one of the girls this afternoon. You saw yourself in the mirror, you saw how Auntie Emily and Kay accepted you, and you can see how I feel about you when you look so tasty. Like I said, it's the 'girl stuff' that's important here. Bridge is only a means to that end." She raised the hem of her skirt and slip. My hand was firmly pressed into the warm wetness of the crotch of her tap panties. As she wiggled her crotch I felt her force my finger inside her slit. Now, I not only heard that infernal buzzing, I was feeling the buzz against the tips of my fingers! 'What the heck is this?' I couldn't even begin to fathom what I was feeling. "Mom, that buzzing...it's coming from inside you! I can hear it! I can feel it!" I finally blurted out. "It's not coming from inside your head, Simon. I told you we do 'girl stuff'. Let me show you." I stared in disbelief as she raised her skirt higher and lowered her panties. There was a thin wire snaking its way out of her slit! The wire ran from her sopping-wet slit, across her abdomen, through a tiny stitched hole in her dress, and terminated at a one-inch square piece of plastic attached to the waistband. She pushed my fingers even further into her slit and touched a button on the plastic square. The buzzing increased dramatically. She began humping my fingers! "Can you feel what's inside me, Simon? Oh god, it feels so good! Move your fingers around until you can feel it." I did, and finally felt a smooth round object that was the obvious source of the buzzing. "What in the world? What is it?" "It's a Magic Bullet. Kneel down and I'll take it out." As I knelt before her she spread the lips of her slit and tugged on the wire. A shiny chrome egg-shaped metallic sphere plopped out with a squish and settled on my outstretched fingers. I gripped it tightly. It was alive, vibrating, and gooey; almost burning my hand! My god, it was hot! It looked huge but really only measured about two inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. "Mom, you've had this inside you all day? I don't get it. Why?" "Oh Simon, if you were only a real girl, you'd understand. You can't imagine how wonderful this feels inside me! We all have them; Auntie Emily, Kay, Mimi, even Elizabeth. They're exhilarating, sexy, and relaxing all at the same time. I keep mine inside me all the time and can turn it on whenever I feel the urge. And there's more!" "More, what more can there be?" She simply turned around and spread her butt cheeks. Oh god, there was another wire snaking its way out of her butt! She tugged the second wire. It seemed to take a bit more effort but she finally extracted a duplicate Magic Bullet from her rectum. It was dripping with slimy, jelly-like goo as she placed it in my extended palm, next to the one she had just hauled out of her slit. They were vibrating against each other. The buzzing was almost deafening. Her breath was coming in rapid gasps. "You must have very sensitive hearing, Simon. Normally no one can hear the buzzing when these puppies are buried deep inside me. Of course six of them going off at the same time would make a bit more noise." She was giggling like a teenager. "You mean Auntie Emily and Kay have two of these inside their...like you?" "Absolutely! And they wear theirs all the time too! You know, there might be a way you could experience what we feel. That is, if you wanted to." She suggested coyly. "But how...you mean...in my...inside here?" I wasn't that na?ve. I knew there was only one place something like that could go! I was grasping my butt with my free hand. "Sure, why not? It'll make you feel just like one of the girls. You'll love it! Come with me. I'll prove it to you." As we passed by the living room I saw Kay and Auntie Emily licking each others fingers. "What are you two up to?" Auntie Emily asked, as though she couldn't care less. "I thought we were here to play...cards!" Kay commented. Her comment was really a non sequitur; her eyes were closed and her tongue was lashing away on Auntie Emily's fingers. "We'll be right there," Mom said. "I'm just gonna initiate our new 'girl'. Give us a few minutes." "Take your time." They responded in unison, barely taking time out from their salacious sucking. Mom dragged me into her boudoir. She retrieved a small box from her nightstand, along with a tube of K-Y Jelly. "Bend over the footboard of my bed, Simon." She was back to using that same no-nonsense, 'bossy' tone that she and Elizabeth always used when they were ordering me about. She flipped my skirt up and lowered my panties. I instinctively knew what she was about to do, but let me tell you...! I thought the Magic Bullet was gonna split me in half as she popped it inside me like a large suppository. No one had ever stuck anything up there before! "Sorry, Simon, but these come in pairs." She apologized clinically. I felt a second Magic Bullet being sucked in and heard it clank as it came to rest next to the first. She tugged on the wires to make sure they were properly seated. When I stood up straight all I felt was full! "We're not finished yet. Just hold on." She fished the connecting wire through the waistband of my petticoat and then through a tiny stitched hole in the waistband of my skirt. It connected to a control pod similar to the one she wore. When she clipped it to my skirt it was practically invisible; invisible, but very accessible. She raised my panties and lowered my skirts but not before planting a tender kiss of the tip of my cock. I touched the rheostat dial on the control. "Turn it slowly at first, Simon. You won't believe how intense it can be," she warned. I was glad I took her advice. Turning it just the slightest little bit started a tingling vibration the likes of which I couldn't even begin to comprehend. The two Magic Bullets were vibrating against each other and against a certain spot inside my bowels. The vibrations radiated outwards from my innards to just about every nerve in my body. It felt incredibly erotic! I knew it was erotic because my seven-inches of rigid boy pole were tingling and vibrating and nanoseconds away from gushing. "Oh Mom, I don't believe this feeling!" I was swaying as I rubbed my silky skirts over my legs and the juncture of my thighs. I couldn't resist the temptation and turned the rheostat to Max. My knees buckled! I collapsed on the floor! The feeling was the single most intense feeling I had ever experienced! And that includes the first time I ever jacked-off! Every cell in my body was vibrating with such intensity that I didn't even realize I had gushed the largest load of gizz I had ever gushed. Mom immediately sensed what had happened and knelt at my side. It was only after she had turned down the controller and helped me to my feet that I could feel the warmth of my gooey ejaculate cascading down my thighs and coating my nylons. "Er, Mom, I think I've made a mess of Elizabeth's underwear! Oh god, she's gonna shoot me!" The humiliation of what had just occurred was overwhelming. "Lingerie, Simon, we call it lingerie. Don't make me have to remind you again. And, as far as Elizabeth is concerned, I think she's gonna love having a younger sister to share her clothes with. You'll see. For the time being, you better keep this little toy on a low setting. At least 'til you become accustomed to it. It does take a bit of getting used to." She was actually giggling at my predicament. Although it seemed like a lifetime had passed, it had only been fifteen minutes. But it was fifteen minutes which had definitely altered my very existence! A few minutes later she had me in a fresh pair of silky pink panties, this time tap panties like she was wearing, and another pair of Elizabeth's suntan nylons. We returned to the living room with my Magic Bullets on their lowest setting, thank you. Auntie Emily had Kay's nipple between her lips. They were in their own world; oblivious to our return. When they finally came up for air they both recognized the broad smile on my face. Kay slipped her hand under my skirts, into the crease between my butt cheeks, and grinned. "I see you've properly initiated Simon, Ginny," she said, matter-of- factly, as she playfully tugged the connecting wires meandering out of my rectum. When she reached for the control on my waist and turned it up a bit I groaned and held on to Mom for dear life. I was also scared senseless that I'd soil another pair of Elizabeth's panties. We sat down to resume our Bridge game. I had a new understanding that playing Bridge was not what this afternoon was about. I couldn't have cared less about the game, although I thoroughly enjoyed each time I was the Dummy. I got to stand next to my partner as she played out each hand while simultaneously playing with my boy-pole and slithering her fingers into my well-greased hole. We switched partners after each Rubber, or three games, just to keep it interesting. The girls got quite a laugh when Kay turned me up to Max and buried three fingers inside me as she diddled my vibrating Magic Bullets. They each got a crack at me as I was rotated around as the Dummy. Of course I had my way with each of them when it was their turn to be the Dummy. I figured out that I could double my partner's pleasure by slipping my thumb into her butt hole and two or three fingers into her pussy hole; bowling ball style! The soiled lingerie was piling up on Elizabeth's bed. I had to change my panties three more times. Mom seemed to take an almost sadistic delight in embarrassing me when she sternly reminded me that "Girls always wash their delicate lingerie gently in Ivory Snow...by hand! I'm sure Elizabeth would want you to do the same." 'Aarrgghh... Double Groan!' After a couple of hours the Bridge game was pretty much history; at least as far as any comprehensible score was concerned. I had become used to and frankly quite comfortable with my Magic Bullets. I intended to ask Mom, make that beg her, to let me keep them. Even as I served refreshments to the girls I felt at home and, for the first time, part of something. My three-inch heels and the constant vibrations forced me to sway and wiggle just like the slutiest girls in school! The swish of my chiffon skirt and petticoat and the boobs tugging on my chest was a never-ending reminder of my 'girlish' state. My only nagging thought was what Elizabeth would say when she saw me. I stood by Mom's side, my arm around her shoulder. Her hands were under my skirt, fingering my butt and caressing my tent pole. My Magic Bullet was purring nicely. A warm glow enveloped my entire being. Mom had just brought up the subject of adding more players to the game. "With Elizabeth, Mimi, and Simon we'll still need two more girls," Kay suggested the obvious. "We could invite Mimi's daughter, Betsy," Mom suggested. "She's only fifteen. She's too young," Kay commented. I don't think she knew just how much of a bossy slut Betsy had become in the past year. "It's too bad you and Emily only have sons, Kay," Mom responded. "Those two boys are as sweet as candy. I could just gobble up those two little angels!" "I'd love to see Jeffrey and Lawrence in dresses. Now that would be a sight!" I interjected, regretting my suggestion almost immediately. Auntie Emily grabbed my hand and pulled me onto her lap. She gave me a huge hug and kissed my face, my neck, and my ears. "You're a genius, Simon; an absolute genius!" Her hand had snaked under my dress and was tenderly fondling my pole. I could feel my Magic Bullets humming along with hers in perfect harmony as her hips squirmed against my butt. "Cut it out. I was just kidding! If they ever found out I was wearing a dress or that it was my idea that they wear dresses too, they'd kill me; just like Elizabeth's gonna kill me when she sees me in her clothes." "Don't be so sure, Simon. Remember when Jeffrey dressed up for Halloween last year. Everyone thought he looked adorable dressed up as Cinderella to your Prince Charming." Auntie Emily said as she exchanged a knowing look with Mom and Kay. "You know, it was only because he's an inch smaller than you that we picked him to be Cinderella. If you were the shorter one, you would have been wearing that pretty ball gown." I remembered vividly how embarrassing it had been for Jeffrey, and how relieved I was, that it was he who had tripped his way around the neighborhood in that long gown and clear plastic slippers with two inch heels. How Auntie Emily had managed to coerce him into that get-up was a mystery. On the other hand, he did get a lot more candy than I did. "And don't forget that Lawrence played the part of Alice in the school's production of 'Alice in Wonderland'," Kay enthused, referring to her seventeen year old son. Everyone had praised his performance and the guts it took to get up on stage in his powder-blue pouffed out pinafore dress and matching dainty, one-inch heels. I could see the wheels turning in their heads. This was getting too weird! I could sense from the looks on their faces that by the next Bridge game I wasn't gonna be the only boy in skirts! *********** "Hi everyone, I'm home. I got off early. God, are you guys still playing Bridge?" It was Elizabeth! 'Oh no, now I'm really in for it!' I thought, switching gears into full Panic Mode. Mom jumped up and grabbed Elizabeth's hand; dragging her away before she could take in the entire scene. Thank god! Reluctantly, I slid off Auntie Emily's lap but not before she gave my boy pole one more forceful squeeze and a deep tonguey kiss. I began pacing back and forth. My knees were weak and I was actually wobbling in my heels. All that practice this afternoon and now, in my panic, I had forgotten how to walk in them! My mind was whirring; my Magic Bullets were whirring! Kay and Auntie Emily did their best to calm my nerves. It helped, but not much. I could hear Elizabeth's squealing voice coming from the kitchen but couldn't make out the conversation. I just knew I was in deep doo-doo! Fifteen minutes later Mom and Elizabeth returned, holding hands. Elizabeth had a huge grin on her face. Mom was smiling. Okay, so it didn't seem like it was gonna be that bad. Elizabeth walked over and took me in her arms. She hugged me warmly and announced to all, "It looks like I finally get to have the sister I've always wanted!" I was dumbfounded. The only thing I could think of to say was, "Sorry about wearing your clothes, Elizabeth. I'll have everything cleaned." "Hey, it's not like you have your own lingerie or skirts to wear. It's okay. Mom explained everything. I think you look cute." I stood there, looking stupid I guess. My mouth was hanging open, again. "Close your mouth, Simon. You'll catch flies!" Kay grinned. With the tension eased, we sat for another hour and talked, and talked, just like any five girls would under the same circumstances. Mom brought up the subject of adding two more girls to the Bridge game again, this time mentioning Jeffrey and Lawrence. Elizabeth was all for Jeffrey and Lawrence joining our Bridge game as the seventh and eighth 'girls'. "They did look marvelous as girls; Jeffrey at Halloween and Lawrence in the school play. They'd be perfect! Do you guys think they'd actually do it?" Auntie Emily and Kay assured us that their soon-to-be 'daughters' would cooperate, even if it took the same very forceful convincing which had been necessary in the past. "You know, girls, if we're gonna have our son's join our Bridge game as our 'daughters' we should really consider more appropriate names for them; any suggestions?" Mom asked as she thought out loud. "I think Ginny has already answered her own question," suggested Auntie Emily. "I have, how so?" Mom had a questioning look on her face. "You said they're as sweet as candy and you could gobble up those two angels, didn't you?" Well, yes I did. But I still don't understand." "I think 'Candy' and 'Angel' would make positively adorable and very femmy names for our two little delights," exclaimed Emily. "I love it, but what about Simon?" Mom tentatively asked. "Simonne!" Elizabeth, Auntie Emily, and Kay squealed in unison. 'How am I ever gonna explain this to Jeffrey and Lawrence, er...Candy and Angel, er...whatever?' I pondered. 'I am sooo dead, dead, dead!' My head was really buzzing...and this time it really was coming from inside my head! With that dilemma resolved, Auntie Emily and Kay left, promising to be in touch later that evening with a full 'progress report'. I could only imagine what those domineering vixens were planning for their two unsuspecting sons; er...their all-too-soon-to-be 'daughters'! *********** When they had gone Elizabeth came over and put her arm around my waist. "I see you've been properly initiated, Simonne," taunting me by emphasizing 'Simonne'. She grinned broadly as she toyed with the control at my waistband. "Doesn't it feel wonderful?" I turned as red as a beet and lowered my eyes. When she turned up the control a bit higher I shivered uncontrollably and, as embarrassing as it was, admitted that it did. Sheesh, all I had wanted to do was play Bridge in the afternoon with Mom and her friends. In less time than it was gonna take me to hand-launder Elizabeth's lingerie, I found myself scheduled to be a regular in their weekly Bridge game...as the new 'girl' named 'Simonne'! 'What else is coming down the pike?' I nervously contemplated. "Why don't we get changed into something more comfortable?" Mom offered. "Elizabeth, why don't you help your brother? I'll bet he'll look adorable in that new flippy skirt and angora sweater we just bought." "Aw, Mom, quit kidding around. I thought this dress-up was just so I could fit in and play Bridge. I think I'd rather change into a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt," I said, without a whole lot of conviction. "Don't be silly, Simon, er...Simonne. Number one; you obviously made quite an impression on Kay and Auntie Emily this afternoon. Number two; you really look adorable. Number three; I sort of like having two 'daughters' around the house." "Number four," Elizabeth added, "I know I'm gonna love having a baby sister to play dress-up with and to go shopping with and maybe even double-date with." She threatened in a sort of teasing way. She turned the up controller on my Magic Bullets another notch to emphasize her point. "After we get changed I want to take my two 'daughters' to dinner and show them off." "C'mon, Mom, dressing up for the card game is one thing. But going out of the house in a skirt isn't gonna happen; no way! And forget about any double-dating, Elizabeth! Just get me that remover so I can unglue these boobs. They're already starting to itch!" "Mom, what's he talking about? What remover? You didn't...you didn't use that medical adhesive, did you?" She was grabbing my boobs and tugging on them. They weren't budging. "Oh god, Mom, you did! You glued them on! Simonne, I don't know how to tell you this! I don't have any remover! I don't even know where to get any around here! The stuff came with the falsies when I bought them two years ago. I used it all up the last time I wore them; over a year ago! Obviously I haven't needed them since then!" She gave her shoulders a sexy shimmy to showcase her luscious C- cups. "Are you serious, Elizabeth? I had no idea; I just assumed there was plenty of remover left! Isn't there any way we can get these off? There has to be some way!" Mom was sounding very concerned. "Not unless Simonne wants to lose half the skin off her chest! We can call the company and have a rush order shipped in. Of course, the company is based in England and it won't be open until Monday. I figure, even with a rush order, it'll be at least a week before we can get these puppies unstuck. By that time the adhesive will probably dissolve on its own. Simonne, it looks like you're stuck for the next week! Nice goin', Mom!" She sounded overly concerned but was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Now, I was starting to tug on my boobs. I was in full Panic Mode. I yanked the beaded top and cami over my head in one swift movement and unhooked my bra. The skin on my chest was on fire as I tugged even more violently. "Ouch! They're not budging! C'mon you guys; a little help here! What am I gonna do? I can't go around with my chest poking into the next County! What about school?" "Relax, Simonne! We have all weekend to figure out a solution. I'm sure we can up come up with a plan." Mom was trying to comfort me. Their constant reference to me as 'Simonne' was starting to grow on me. At least I was feeling like an equal member of the family. Elizabeth wasn't as reassuring. "So, you'll live as a girl for the next week or so! What's the big deal? Maybe you'll want to stay like this even longer," she said, matter-of-factly. "So far, you seem to be enjoying all this attention." She cranked up the controller another notch. The buzzing in my loins was driving me crazy. I tried to turn it down but Elizabeth grabbed my hand. "Might as well relax and enjoy it, 'SIS'! Looks like you're stuck!" "It won?t be that bad, Simonne," Mom said to me. Then to Elizabeth, "If nothing else, she'll get to see how the 'other half' lives, at least for a week." She was starting to giggle at the thought. "After all, Elizabeth, this whole thing was Simonne's idea!" I was stymied. There was no way my boobs were coming off, short of ripping off half my chest. "If any of the guys see me like this, I'm dead! I'll never live it down! They'll kill me!" I was whining just like a sixteen year old girl. The squeaky sound of my voice shocked me! "If they see you like this," Elizabeth cupped my naked falsies, "they'll probably want to jump your bones! But they'll never kill you. That's for sure! Besides, if Emily and Kay have their way, you're gonna have plenty of company!" I know it was a selfish thought but the idea of chumming around with Jeffrey and Lawrence in the same predicament was a little comforting. I looked down at my bobbing boobs. Even close up and personal, I couldn't tell they were false. I wiggled my shoulders like Elizabeth had done moments earlier and started giggling. "I guess you're right. If I saw me like this, half-naked, I'd want to jump my bones too!" The three of us were giggling uncontrollably at the sight of my swaying mounds and at the very thought of me jumping my own bones. Mom finally stopped laughing long enough to sputter, "In all honesty, Simonne, if I didn't know it was you, I'd never think you were anything but an absolutely delightful young lady! Even Kay and Auntie Emily made the same comment. Tell you what, let's go out to dinner. If anyone figures out that you're a boy in disguise, I'll let you stay home until the adhesive remover arrives. However, if they treat you just like what you appear to be, a lovely teenage girl, then you go to school and everywhere else in skirts!" "I'm betting she's gonna be wearing skirts!" Elizabeth gleefully exclaimed. I wrapped my arms around both of them, pulling them into a group hug. As a sign of my acquiescence and in a gesture of feminine camaraderie I cranked up their Magic Bullet controllers to Max. Their legs buckled and they collapsed to the floor. I doubled over, laughing hysterically at the sight of their flailing legs splayed wide open; their hands unabashedly groping their sopping wet slits; their gartered nylons and pretty lingerie on display as they writhed and wriggled! FIN... AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for taking the time to read my little offering. I truly hope you enjoyed the ride. Please let me know what you think and whether or not you'd enjoy reading more adventures of Simonne and his, er...her, family and friends. Oh my...what more could possibly happen? © 2007 Simonne Danielle - All Rights Reserved [email protected]