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Preface to Part 2 I first would like to sincerely thank all of those who read Part 1 and offered such wonderful reviews. Even the criticisms were mostly on point, and I've tried my best to take them into account in preparing the revised version of Part 1 and this new Part 2. I would also like to apologize to all those readers of Part 1 that have been awaiting Part 2. It's been well over a year since Part 1 was offered on Fictionmania.tv, and several things have happened in my life since then, not all of them pleasant. But I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say: Part 2 is here. Part 3 is about half complete, and will conclude the story. I hope that you will enjoy reading my dabbling as much as I have had writing it. I also would like to apologize for my many spelling and grammar mistakes, and I know there are many. Please forgive me, as "Sister's Revenge" is my first attempt at writing fiction of any kind, let alone one that deals with its myriad issues. Enjoy! *** *** *** As always: the inevitable disclaimers: This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, products or firms is entirely the result of the reader's twisted imagination. Disclaimer: this story contains scenes of a sexual nature that may not be suitable for all audiences. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, please seek professional counseling, immediately. *** *** *** Sister's Revenge - Part 2 Copyright (c) 2006-2007 by Cody Chapter Eleven: Stranger Homecomings It was in the early evening of that Sunday when Linda drove to the Miller home to return Josie to the care of his mother Pamela. When the door opened, Linda was surprised to see not Pamela, but a stranger, though quite an attractive woman. "Hello," the strange woman said. Then noting Joe standing very close to another somewhat, taller boy, she said: "Joey! Is it Sunday already?" She laughed. "Hello," Linda replied. "I'm Linda Rodriguez." Linda extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, Linda," Melanie replied, as they shook hands. "I'm Melanie Bancroft, Pamela's sister." Melanie stepped back. "Please, come in." "Thank you. Of course, you know Josie," Linda said as the recently- birthed sissy entered her home. "And this is my son, Bobby." She placed a hand on her son's shoulder. Bobby got the hint. "Hello, Ms. Bancroft," said Bobby, deferentially enough to please even Melanie. Bobby extended his hand. "It's nice to meet you, too, Bobby," she replied, firmly shaking the boy's hand. She became intrigued that Bobby didn't try any macho foolishness with her while shaking hands, and noted that he only casually took in her figure. Most boys his age, she believed, would've been drooling and fawning over her. Not so this boy. 'Interesting,' Melanie thought. And of course, she'd noted that Linda had referred to Joey as "Josie." Something was going on, and she was determined to find out what. After the exchange of pleasantries, Melanie said: "Why don't you take your things up to your room, 'Josie' dear, I'd like to chat with Linda for a moment." She could see the blush come to his cheeks at the mention of his femme name. "And don't dawdle, honey, you both have school tomorrow." "Sure, Aunt Melanie," replied Josie, "we'll be right back!" Melanie eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when Josie grabbed Bobby by the hand and the pair headed for the stairs. She noted the slight sway in Joe's hips and the wiggle in his bottom as the two boys walked up the stairs. 'Something is going on, something very, very interesting,' thought Melanie. She turned to look at Linda, and the two women appraised each other for a brief moment. Almost instantly, they both realized a strong, sexual "tug" and personal rapport. Melanie could tell that Linda was a mother, but not a slave to her husband. Likewise, Linda could see that Melanie was an independent, strong-willed woman no more to be trifled with than herself. "Would like something to drink, Linda?" asked Melanie. "Sure, Melanie," replied Linda, staying on the first-name basis that Melanie initiated. "Whatever's convenient." Linda smiled. "How about some iced tea? I made some earlier," said Melanie, returning a smile. "That would be wonderful. Where are Pam and Frank, by the way? It's too early for them to be asleep," Linda said with a laugh. "Oh, they're having dinner out tonight," said Melanie. "They asked me to be here for Joey when you brought him back." Melanie hated lying to Linda but there was no way she could tell Linda that, at very moment, Pamela and Frank were both laying side-by-side on their bed, passed out from an exhausting afternoon of sex and, in Frank's case, the strongest behavior-modification drugs she could lay her hands on. And strapped to them both were sets of headphones playing their individualized subliminal recordings. Frank was now on the deep-programming phase of stage three of his treatment, while Pamela was getting her own stage two "treatment", though, of course, with a far different objective than her soon-to-be former "husband" and live-in sissy girl maid and sex toy. Another month of treatment and they'd be ready for their new lives. "Shall we sit at the kitchen table?" said Melanie. "I really did want to talk to you for a moment, Linda." Melanie headed for the refrigerator. Linda hung her purse by its strap over the back of a kitchenette chair and sat down. Melanie found herself admiring Linda's lithe grace she took her seat. Melanie retrieved two glasses from the cupboard, some ice from the ice- maker, and poured the tea into the glasses from the plastic pitcher she'd gotten from the fridge. All the while she was covertly watching Linda. Linda seemed to be watching her and there was no mistaking the way the woman's eyes roamed over her body. 'This is getting more interesting by the minute!' thought Melanie. Linda was indeed watching Melanie's movements, quite intently. While she admired Melanie's sexy form, she thought about the way she'd noticed Melanie watching her. She knew next to nothing about Melanie but it was clear the woman was interested in her in some way other than the impending conversation. And she had a feeling what the subject would be, considering her slip-up in referring to Josie by her girl-name. She had no idea what Melanie's reaction would be, but she was surprised and pleased with what she next heard. "I'll be upfront with you," said Melanie, setting the glasses of iced- tea on coasters on the table as she sat down herself. "Something is going on with my nephew and I have a feeling you know what it is," she said, sipping at her tea while waiting for Linda's response. "Before you say anything, I want you to know I'm not upset, not in the least. I'm just very intrigued by the change in Joe's behavior. And, of course, why he seems to be going by the name 'Josie' now." Linda paused before speaking. Looking into Melanie's sparkling eyes she decided the truth was best since the woman would obviously discover it eventually anyway. "My son and your nephew are lovers," she began. The only visible reaction from Melanie was a lifting of her eyebrows. "And your 'nephew' is really more of a 'niece' now." That got a reaction, in a manner of speaking, since Melanie's gaze seemed to get even more intent upon her. "She's taken the name 'Josie' because as far as I'm concerned, and my son is concerned, she's a total and complete girl. And I mean that in every way except her plumbing," Linda said with a note of conviction. Melanie paused to digest what she'd been told. She appreciated Linda's honest and direct approach but didn't accept any of it at face value; her expression of doubt was evident: "I see," she finally said. "And how is it that you're so convinced that my nephew is a girl?" "Well, you may or may not have noticed that he's been developing rather strong feminine mannerisms the past couple of weeks?" Linda could see that Melanie reacted to that statement. 'Why did that get a reaction?' she wondered. Linda was glad that Melanie seemed to have no problem with her nephew being gay, and a sissy, in and of itself, but why the startled look at the mention of the timeline? Indeed, Melanie's mind was racing furiously, reviewing the events of the past weeks. There was no way it was coincidence that that was the same time as she'd started Frank's "treatment". Somehow Joe must've been exposed to the subliminal messages from Frank's music. The only other explanation was that Joe was a natural-born sissy and his tendencies were just now coming out. 'Or both?' she wondered. "I've been so busy with helping Pamela on a little project of ours that I hadn't noticed." "It wasn't anything you'd notice unless you were looking for it, actually. It happened gradually, at least until this weekend." "What happened this weekend?" asked Melanie. It was only the previous Friday morning that she'd started Frank on stage three of his treatment, stashing a newly-created set of CDs in his car. "It's a long story but suffice it to say that Saturday night I caught Bobby and Josie making love," replied Linda. "They'd been in my son's room playing computer games, watching some videos, the usual sort of thing they did when Josie would come to stay over. But then it turned to something much more intimate." She didn't feel it necessary to mention the pornographic video. "I hope this won't be too shocking to you --" "Nothing could shock me anymore, Linda," Melanie interrupted, laughing. "I'm a clinical psychologist." Linda laughed along with Melanie. "Ahh, well, then. When I went to check on them, I found Josie giving my son one of the most loving, heartfelt and, I must say, enthusiastic blowjobs I've ever witnessed." "Really? That's very surprising. Joe's not yet thirteen years old!" "Melanie, I'm no prude myself and I've seen and given more than a few 'bjs' myself. But I have to say little Josie has some of the most mature technique I've seen. I can't imagine where she might've learned it," Linda said with a questioning expression. "Neither can I," Melanie lied. She knew exactly from where those techniques had been learned: the stage-two subliminal CDs Frank had been using the week before. How little Joey, or I suppose it's 'Josie' now, she corrected herself, had been exposed to those messages was something she'd waste no time in learning. She berated herself for her oversight; she'd forgotten to overlay the built-in safeguards that ensured only a specific listener would be affected. 'Pamela will probably be furious,' she thought. 'Though probably not at having a new daughter but because she didn't get to participate in her creation.' Pamela's stage two was all about accepting sissies as the natural and preferred state of the human male, and would instill a deep desire in Pamela to mold men and boys into sissies herself. Melanie couldn't wait until she could show off her own sissy daughters to Pamela. However, to Linda she said: "Is there anything else I should know?" Although Melanie was only Josie's aunt, Linda felt far more comfortable talking about this with her than she did with even the idea of talking to Pamela. She knew Pamela held no homophobic notions but it's still shocking for a mother to learn their child would be facing such a hard road as being gay in their sexually-repressed society; she'd certainly been surprised with the revelation about Bobby. 'And to have a gay sissy for a child?' Linda counted herself lucky, all things considered. "You mean other than the two of them fucking like hormone-soaked teenagers?" Linda said this with such a matter-of-fact tone and such a straight face that they stared at each other only a few seconds before breaking out into laughter. Linda was pleased to note that Melanie seemed indifferent to her coarse language. "Add to that the way they are with each other, the way she moves and carries herself, with far more grace than many girls twice her age, and I'm convinced that Josie is definitely a girl." "I sure am!" said Josie. The two women turned in surprise to see Josie standing by the entry to the kitchen, Bobby standing behind her, both his arms tightly wrapped at waist-level around Josie, with Josie's hands holding Bobby's. The two children appeared so totally at ease in their little "pose" that Melanie was certain it wasn't just for her benefit. "That's what Linda's been explaining to me," said Melanie. "That you're a girl now." Melanie wasn't in the least bit upset by this open admission by 'Joe', but her curiosity, and concern about what to do about it, was about to overwhelm her. "Don't ask me to explain it, Auntie, I just know it," said Josie. "Especially after the last couple nights." She turned and looked up at Bobby. The two exchanged a kiss that was more mature in its passion than anything children their age would normally have experienced. Melanie simply watched until they broke their kiss. "Josie is my girlfriend -- " started Bobby. "And Bobby is my boyfriend," interrupted Josie. "And we're in love," finished Bobby. The two simply looked at Melanie, not a shred of shame or guilt evident. Melanie was shocked not with the act but with the simple casualness of it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, to the point that for the first time since her divorce, she was at a loss for words. She could only return their shameless stare. Linda finally broke the silence. "They certainly are," she said. "From all I've seen in the past two days this has been quite a while in coming, and I, for one, couldn't possibly be happier. For both of them." "Please don't be mad, Auntie Mel," said Josie. Tears were starting to form, and it broke Melanie's heart to think he could possible be sad at this point. She was happy for him. Her only concern now was what affect Frank's CD would have on his fragile child's mind, and how it would affect his future. She'd certainly thought about sissifying the boy, but never intended to bring out such a mature girl's sexuality in one so young. "Come here, darling, and give me a hug!" Melanie said, opening her arms. Josie rushed into her arms, and she could feel her break into a sob. "Oh, sweetie! Don't cry! I'm not mad, not at all," she said. Josie pulled back and looked at her with a tear-stained face. "You're not?" she asked. Melanie could see that the new-girl was indeed far too pretty to be a boy. And there was a look in his eyes that she recognized well: a look of wanton, sexual hunger, even now. She'd worked hard to instill that hunger in all her adult and teenage sissies, but this child was far too young for that. She decided then and there she had to get Josie under retraining in her home as soon as possible. "Of course not, honey! How could I be mad at such a sweet, beautiful girl as you?" Josie's face broke into a big smile as Melanie said this. "Really?" "Really." The two hugged again. This time Josie's tears were of happiness. They embraced for a few moments longer, as Linda and Bobby looked on. Linda's eyes were wet as well; she dabbed at them with a tissue she'd retrieved from her purse, and handed some dry tissues to Melanie. Melanie dabbed at Josie's teary eyes and looked at Bobby. She could see that even he was affected by the tender moment. 'Definitely a nice boy,' she thought. 'Too bad more males weren't like him.' Melanie and Josie finally broke their embrace. "I'm so happy you accept me, Auntie," said Josie. "I was so worried you would hate me." "I could never hate you, honey!" replied Melanie, giving 'her' bottom a gentle swat. "I was just very surprised is all." She turned to look at Bobby. "I hope you know how to treat my niece, young man," she said with a stern tone. Bobby could tell she meant it. The look in her eyes said it all. "I hope so, Ms. Bancroft," he said nervously. "I -- I'm going to do my best to help her be the happiest girl in the whole world." Melanie could tell that he meant every word, and she realized his mother must have had a lot to do with that. 'And probably with purging his and Joey's -- no, 'Josie's' -- shame at being who they are.' She realized that Linda was quite a remarkable woman to have done that much, that quickly. "You'd better be," Melanie said. "No-one will ever get away with hurting this beautiful girl, if you know what I mean." The thousand- watt smile she threw at Bobby took some of the sting out of her words but she was completely serious. "Now come here and give your new Auntie a hug and kiss!" Bobby rushed into her open arms and the three were as good as her word, exchanging numerous hugs and kisses. Melanie purposely planted one right on Bobby's lips to gauge his reaction but the simple, non-sexual return of affection was all she needed to realize Bobby has no interest in her as a sexual being. 'Most probably gay,' she thought. 'A bisexual might've had at least some reaction,' she told herself. 'Or maybe it really is true love?' Linda watched the three with a pleasant satisfaction, but she was still concerned that perhaps Josie's parents might not be so accepting. Melanie's appreciation of the woman raised several degrees when Linda said: "What about Josie's mother and father?" "Oh, you needn't worry about Pam and Frank, dear," Melanie replied. "As I said, I'm a psychologist, and I know how to help them both accept their new-found daughter." 'Frank won't say a word, even if he wanted to,' she thought, 'and Pam will love Josie so much it'll make both their heads spin.' Of that she was supremely confident. "All the same, though," she continued, "it'd probably be easier if I were to let them know about Josie in a bit less of a surprising way than you let me know." The four broke into a fit of laughter of Melanie's small joke, thoroughly dissipating the last of the tension from the encounter. "Bobby and I should get back home," said Linda, rising from the table. "It's getting late." The two women headed for the door, noting that Bobby and Josie were saying their goodbyes in their own passionate way, laced as it was, though, with teenage giggling. At the front door Linda said: "I apologize for springing that little surprise on you, Melanie." "Oh, don't worry a whit about it. Things will be perfectly alright." Melanie reached out and the two women embraced. "I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon," said Melanie. "I'm sure of it," replied Linda, squeezing Melanie's hands. It was then that they saw Josie and Bobby standing at their side, watching the two with a look of curious expectation on their faces. "Time to get home, Bobby," Linda finally said. "Ok, Mom." Bobby turned to give Jose one last kiss but with the hormones ravaging their young bodies it soon turned once again into a fully passionate exchange. "Alright you two lovebirds, break it up," laughed Melanie. "You'll have plenty of chances for that another time." Linda grabbed Bobby by the hand and had to practically tear him away from Josie, while Melanie retrained Josie by placing both hands on the girl's shoulders. They watched from the doorway as Linda and Bobby got in their car and drove off, Josie frantically returning Bobby's wave from the open car window and blowing kisses. When at last they'd turned the corner out of sight Melanie led Josie back inside, closed the door and took her by the hand into the living room. "And you, you little minx! We need to have a talk," Melanie said, pulling Josie down beside her on the couch Josie looked at her curiously before responding. "What do you want to know, Auntie?" "Everything," she replied. She'd been doing the newspaper crossword puzzle when Linda, Bobby and Josie had arrived, and picked her favorite gilded pen from the top of the paper. She decided some basic probing, aided by hypnosis, was in order. The subliminal CDs implanted in the subject's mind a few certain keywords to help put them in a hypnotic state more quickly than conventional methods but those still required active participation by the subject. If Josie went into a trance using these keywords, Melanie would know that Josie had been exposed to Frank's CDs. "You're not going to write this down, are you Auntie?" Josie asked. "Oh, no, honey, but Auntie Mel is going to hypnotize you." She turned in her seat to face Josie more directly. "Hypnotize me? But why?" "It'll help me understand what's been going on, Josie." "Will it hurt?" "Not in the least, darling, I promise." "What will happen?" "You'll get very sleepy, dear, but when you wake up you'll feel very good." "OK. Put me under your spell," Josie said, her face lit up again by her smile. "Oh, you!" Melanie patted Josie on the thigh. "Now, this is really easy, dear, just watch this pen. See how it sparkles in the light ..." *** *** *** Two exhausting hours later, Melanie had her answers. It had definitely been Frank's "treatment" CDs. She had some serious thinking to do. Meanwhile, Josie was still sitting back on the couch in the hypnotically suggestible state she'd brought her to after learning what had brought about her radical behavior change. She had to make sure that neither Frank nor Pamela learned of this before they were ready. Their premature knowledge of such obvious sissification could ruin all her plans. "Josie?" "Yes, mistress?" Melanie smiled at her use of the honorific. After what the CDs had done, that was the way Josie would naturally address Melanie while hypnotized, unless otherwise instructed. "I want you to listen carefully, Josie: when you wake up, you will not remember being hypnotized. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress, I understand." "When you hear me say the words 'Auntie's little sissy girl' you will act like your normal, girly self, but only if you hear me say those words. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress." "And when you hear the words 'Auntie's big boy Joe' you will pretend to be the boy you used to be and forget that you're a girl, but only if you hear me say those words. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress." "Now, repeat all of my commands to show me you understand." "Yes, mistress. When I wake up, I won't remember being hypnotized. When I hear you say the words 'Auntie's little sissy girl' I will act like my normal, girly self. When I hear you say the words 'Auntie's big boy Joe' I'll pretend to be a boy." "That's so very, very good, my darling!" Melanie said. "You make Auntie so proud." "Thank you, mistress. I like making you happy." As indeed she did. The small tenting of her shorts was proof enough of that. One of the many effects of the subliminal programming Melanie used, and her own hypnosis techniques, was the instillation of intense sexual pleasure when complimented by the controller, in this case Melanie. "Now, I'm going to count to ten. As I count, you'll slowly start waking up. You won't remember being hypnotized, but you'll remember everything I've told you. Won't you dear?" "Yes, mistress!" Josie exclaimed. A whimpering moan escaped her slightly-parted lips. "You're such a good girl, Josie! Such a very good girl!" Even though it was rare, sometimes Melanie's subjects would orgasm when she complimented them repeatedly, as she'd just done. 'Josie was a rare one indeed,' she thought, as she saw the quickly spreading wetness around the point of the tiny little dent in the girl's shorts. She sighed as she thought of the work ahead of her with this poor girl. 'Damnit, I really fucked up!' she berated herself. 'How the hell am I going to help Josie?' "One. You're starting to wake up just a little bit now. Two. Waking just a little more." She continued counting and prompting Josie to full wakefulness. When she said "ten", Josie's eyes popped open immediately and she turned to look at Melanie. "When are you going to hypnotize me, Auntie Mel?" "I already did, honey, and you were a terrific little patient!" "You did? I don't remember anything." "That's perfectly normal, Josie, don't worry. But look at the clock. It's almost 10 o'clock, way past your bed time." "Oh wow!" exclaimed Josie. "I better get to bed before Mommy or Daddy catches me staying up." She was half-way up the stairs before Melanie remembered who she was talking to. It wouldn't do at all for Pamela or Frank to be awaked with a good morning kiss by a daughter they didn't yet know they had. "Auntie's big boy Joe!" Melanie said quickly. The effect was immediate. Joe continued up the stairs, bounding two at a time, replacing the graceful and dainty Josie that had started the ascent to her room. "Good-night, Aunt Mel," Joe said from the top of the stairs. "Good night, honey," she replied. The grimace in the boy's face as she said the word "honey" confirmed that her post-hypnotic command was working. For now. Melanie went to the bar and poured herself a stiff bourbon. She swallowed it one gulp and made another. This one she took back to the couch, and sipped more slowly. She needed to think. The alcohol probably wouldn't help with that but she needed something to not only calm her nerves, after the excruciating session with Josie, but to cool her own anger at herself for having messed up so badly with the poor child. 'Of course, I might've sissified him anyway, but it wasn't supposed to happen like this,' she thought. The stage one and two treatments had worked out quite well for Frank, he was a more attentive husband and even a better father as it turned out. He'd been giving Joe rides to school every weekday since she'd first placed the altered CDs in his car. Joe, like most boys his age, was into the sort of music that Frank had once enjoyed: loud, raucous rock and roll, techno, and even some crap from one of those manufactured dumb-blonde 'pop-stars'. It'd been perfect for her plans; the louder the music was played the more forcefully the messages were received by the listener. Even as Frank's musical tastes had changed over the weeks, to the sort of music currently popular with teen girls, he still played it loudly. The problem was: Frank's messages were designed to overwhelm and basically destroy all the typical thought patterns and behaviors of an adult male and replace them with their feminine equivalents. 'Their extreme, ultra-feminine equivalents,' Melanie corrected herself. Or, those equivalents as viewed by the sexist, male-chauvinists of Europe and America, that is. That was entirely the point really: to turn those sorts of 'men' into the very kind of women they wanted to possess. But for them, they wouldn't possess that sort of woman, they'd become that sort of woman. It didn't surprise Melanie in the least that the CDs had worked with such efficacy on a young, impressionable boy like Joe. And their effects were compounded because he'd downloaded every one of them to his iPod and listened to them practically non-stop while not in class or otherwise occupied. That would have to be step one in halting any further slide of her twelve-year old niece/nephew into full-blown sluthood, as his father was destined to be. A complete and total sissy, yes; that was inevitable now. But she had to push 'Josie' towards a more normal, refined girlhood. She owed that to the child, at least. Melanie stood and crept up the stairs as quietly as she could. On the way to Josie's room she thought about what Joe had told her of his progression from "normal" boy to the progressively more girlish sissy that was Josie. He found himself having strange thoughts about the other boys in his class, thinking about hugging and kissing them, his miniature penis becoming stiff. And his sudden fascination with the clothes of his girl classmates, especially the group he called the "miss prisses", evidently a small group of very feminine little girls. And then he went on to describe in complete detail his first experiences with Bobby. Melanie had never intended a future for her nephew as a gay sissy. Yet, he had become that very thing, so much so that he'd evidently seduced another boy. Bobby's infatuation with Josie was obvious. Melanie slowly opened the door to Joe's room and peered inside. From all she could tell, the exhausted child was sound asleep. Using the faint illumination from the hallway light she located the small duffel that Joe had used for an overnight bag. After turning out the contents she couldn't locate his iPod. She then looked across to where Joe lay sleeping. Sure enough, she saw the tell-tale white cords snaking from his ears to his nightstand. One of the other commands in the subliminal messages was to instill a desire, at nearly a physical level, to listen to the messages as often as possible. Melanie tip-toed over to the nightstand and observed her nephew. He was completely under the "spell" of the subliminal programming, his lips making an O-shaped sucking motion. 'Of course,' she thought, 'stage two is cocksucker programming.' Experimentally, she touched a finger to his lips and immediately Joe's lips locked around her fingertip, his mouth sucking and pulling at her finger, his tongue gently licking and swirling around the tip. 'A natural,' she thought. She felt herself becoming titillated by Joe's technique. 'He's going to make Bobby glad to be alive.' She felt a small measure of guilty pleasure as she observed the desperate yearning on his face when she finally pulled her finger from his mouth. His sexy lips continued to make sucking motions as she disconnected the earpieces from Joe's iPod. She watched Joe as she did this, looking for some sign of disruption in his programming, but the only change seemed to be that, after nearly a minute, his lips stopped their searching for something to suck and settled into a rather beatific smile. However, Melanie nearly had a heart-attack when she saw Joe's eyes open to a slit, seeming to stare right up at her. She heard him whisper, in a thoroughly adult manner, in a voice drenched with a combination of childish, lisping innocence and the sort of husky, sexy overtones commonly associated with porn stars: "I'm a thexy thithyy thlut." His eyes closed, and the smile returned to his lips. Melanie exited the room as quickly as she could, softly closing the door behind her. As she leaned against the door, shaking from head to foot, she used every trick she knew to try and calm herself. There was no way in hell that Joe could've known she was there, and what he'd said, even in the hypnotic dream-state he'd obviously been in, was well beyond what the CDs should've installed so quickly, especially in one so young. Suddenly, Melanie, for the first time in her professional life, was overcome with a fear that something had been unleashed beyond her control. With an effort of will she convinced herself that not even Joe's unexpected response couldn't be brought under her control. Control was the name of her game, after all. Her children, and her hundreds of patients, were proof enough of that. She hoped she could bring 'Josie' back to being an average, normal sissy girl. At Pamela's PC, she reloaded Joe's iPod from Frank's original, unaltered CDs, even the girly pop music Frank now enjoyed. As the music was being downloaded, she quickly rehearsed the arguments she would make with Pamela to let her take Joe back home with her. She had to convince Pamela that it wasn't just a vacation, but an absolute necessity. Melanie knew that unless she put a halt to Joe's current programming, and started him on a more normal sissy path, he would, by the end of the year, end up being the youngest "sexy sissy slut" to ever be arrested for prostitution in his home town. Melanie also knew that it would eventually all be traced back to her, and that was simply something she wouldn't allow, under any circumstance whatsoever. When she returned to Joe's room, she didn't bother reconnecting the iPod to the earphones. There wasn't much point, after all. She gently placed the unit on the nightstand and was turning to leave when Joe whispered, "Aunt Mel?" She turned back to see him looking at her with half-opened eyes. "Hello, dear," she said, trying to calm herself yet again. "Wha'ssa matta?" he asked, his voice slurred by sleep. "I had the weirdest dream ..." Melanie knelt down next to the bed, and stroked Joe's hair from his face. "Shhhh. Everything is OK, honey. I was just checking up on you. Go back to sleep," she said. "'K, sounds good," he replied, his eyes closing. "That's right, dear," she urged in a whisper, "back to sleep." She continued caressing his face and whispering to him in her well-practiced hypnotic voice until she saw that he was completely back to sleep. 'Whew!' she thought, as she stood back up and walked out of the room. Not even her own children had given her such frights as little Joe. After she'd performed her evening cleansing rituals, and lay in bed, she knew that her earlier realization was correct: Joe was going to be her most difficult project to date, not only because she'd screwed up, but because she cared for the nascent girl waiting to be birthed from the boy he now was. She owed it not only to him, but to her sister, to reclaim him as a proper sissy girl. The very same sort of girl as her own children had become. With thoughts of her and Pamela, and their precious girls, together as a perfect family, Melanie finally found sleep. Chapter Twelve: New Beginnings The next morning, Melanie awoke with a start, suddenly afraid, the last wisps of a dream fading under the sunshine coming through the window. She listened for any noise or some other reason for her to be suddenly awakened. Hearing nothing she looked at the clock on the nightstand. 'Argh!' she thought. 'Only 6am!' For some reason, on this day, even seven hours didn't seem like nearly enough. She wanted desperately to return to sleep but, with what she had to accomplish, getting an early start would probably be best. As she went through her morning cleansing routine she went over in her head the arguments she would use to convince Pamela to let her take Joe home with her. She knew that 'Joe' still had another week to go in the school year before she could whisk the child away. It was while showering that Melanie realized she had a mechanism already in place to forestall any arguments: Pamela's own programming. Although the content of the messages were totally different than those of Frank, they both had the same command triggers. Melanie hesitated a moment, wondering if she could bring herself to take the final step towards complete manipulation of her baby sister. But as her soapy hands washed across her breasts, visions of her and Pamela in complete bliss, with them and their darling 'girls' attended to by their sissy slave --the former Frank -- her rising lust overwhelmed her misgivings. Melanie knew that what she was doing would be considered 'evil' by most of "polite society," but the only person's opinion she remotely cared about, other than her own and her mentor's, was Pamela's. If it took a bit of manipulation to get Pamela's co-operation, so be it. 'She'll be so much happier with me, anyway,' Melanie reasoned to herself. After dressing in a sheer, eggshell-white, satin blouse, and a bleached denim mini-skirt, low-heeled sandals, Melanie headed towards Pamela and Frank's room. She'd purposely skipped wearing underwear because of what she had planned. She wanted to first gauge Frank and Joe's reactions to a blatant flaunting of her sexuality, and also to tempt her sister back into bed. As she approached the door to Pamela's room, she could hear that the two were awake and having some very loud sex. Or, that is, Pamela's screams and shuddering moans were loud. She slowly opened the door a crack and peered in. The sight that greeted her eyes shocked her far beyond anything she could imagine: Pamela was on her back, legs spread wide, knees back as far as her leg muscles could pull them. With one hand she was caressing her breasts, the other hand held a fist-full of Frank's hair. Frank was kneeling on the bed, his face buried in Pamela's crotch, obviously using his lips and tongue to Pamela's complete satisfaction, his ass up high, swaying from side to side. None of that shocked her, however. It was perfectly normal under the circumstances. What did shock Melanie right to her core was Frank himself: he was wearing one of Pamela's bras and a matching pair of her panties. And she could tell by looking closely at Frank that not only was he not erect as she would've expected, but his penis was pulled back under his crotch. Yet, from the wetness spreading from the tip of it, she could tell he was obviously experiencing sexual pleasure. Melanie pulled her head back out of the doorway and silently closed it. She could probably have slammed it; she doubted that Pamela or Frank would've noticed. She walked quickly downstairs to start a pot of coffee. As the coffee brewed, Melanie thought about the ramifications of what she'd witnessed. 'What in the name of the Goddess have I unleashed here?' she asked herself. Her heart was pounding, perspiration breaking out on her forehead. 'I can't believe this!' In just three weeks, the drugs and CDs had accomplished the work of as many months. It truly was unbelievable and unprecedented. Melanie didn't know whether to shout with glee or scream in fear. 'If this much can happen in just a few weeks,' she mused, 'in another month Frank would be begging Pamela for a sex change and volunteer to pay for it by whoring himself on the street.' She was happy because that was very near the life she'd planned for him, though she would prefer him to be a wanton slut, not a whore; she wanted him totally dependent on herself and Pamela for his practical needs -- and for them to find him his "boyfriends". But at the same time she was very frightened that something in Frank, some evidently powerful latent tendencies, had been unlocked and that the entire situation was quickly spinning out of her control. Recovering Josie from a child's version of his father's fate was difficult enough without this new development. The unfortunate part was that she knew of no way to stop it, now that the stage three programming had begun. Whether Frank continued those stage three reinforcements, or "graduated" to the final stage of complete sexual orientation reversal, it wouldn't matter. Frank was no longer the man he was, would never be that man again. He was at minimum a budding heterosexual sissy, and that would eventually progress towards full-blown transgendered behavior. At his current rate, he'd be unwilling to wear male clothes, even for work, within another week. And within little more than a week after that, he'd become violently nauseous if he even tried. All of that was perfectly fine with Melanie; it was her long-term goal after all. But there were practical considerations. If these radical changes were discovered by anyone outside this house, Melanie would have to change her address to a jail cell in short order and would lose everything she'd worked so hard to build -- and worse than any of that, she'd lose her precious girls. What she'd done was not only unethical but illegal as hell. When the authorities discovered that little Joey had been "adjusted" as well, or discovered her own children, they'd lock her up and forget there had ever even been a key. She dared not contemplate that fate, or what would happen if a particular "non-governmental organization" learned of this disaster. She feared that what they would do to her would make prison seem like paradise by comparison. When the coffee finished brewing, she fixed a cup for herself and sat down at the kitchen table to decide what to do. The first thing to do was stop giving Frank the behavior modification drugs and stop him from listening to the subliminal messages. That wouldn't stop his eventual progression into complete and total sissyhood, but she hoped it would slow it down enough to regain control of the situation. She must also stop Pamela from listening to her own CDs. After that, Melanie could spend some time researching a more permanent solution, as well as work on the problem with her nephew. She finished her coffee and went back to her room to get a bag for everything. On the way past Pamela's bedroom she could hear a shower running. 'Good,' she thought. 'I can get everything packed up right away.' She first went through the kitchen cupboards and cabinets as quickly as she could, tossing all the "medicines" she'd brought into the bag. The stuff in Pamela's bedroom would have to wait. She grabbed Frank's key from the hanger by the door and quickly went out to Frank's car. She replaced the modified CDs with the originals retrieved from her room, making sure to get the one already in the player. She returned to her room, placed everything in her suitcase, closed and locked it. On her way through the hallway back down to the kitchen Melanie was just outside Pamela's bedroom door when Frank emerged, dressed for work in a dark blue business suit, the coat over his arm. They bumped into each other but, unlike the last time, Frank made no move to place his hands where they didn't belong. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders to steady her, and as soon as he recognized her, he dropped to his knees. "I'm so very sorry, Mistress," he said. "Please forgive me?" Frank had no idea what had come over him. In addition to keeping his body shaved, and sneaking around wearing Pamela's panties, he'd found he had an overwhelming need to obey the women around him, and felt so terribly frightened around his sister-in-law that he needed to beg her forgiveness for he knew not what. When he was with Pamela, his mind whispered to him that their relationship used to be completely different than it now was. Over the last week, he'd found it more and more difficult to get an erection unless Pamela specifically told him to do so. And when she did tell him, he found himself responding automatically. That morning, he thought he'd experienced his last bit of embarrassment about the changes he was going through. That is, until he found himself begging Pamela to let him wear one of her bras and a pair of her panties. He didn't know why, but he felt so naked without them. He'd begged and begged, and finally, giggling like a schoolgirl, she'd reached into the clothes hamper, pulled out a matching lacy, purple bra and panty set, and tossed them at him as he lay groveling on the floor. She told him to put them on and service her. He did as instructed and felt enormous pleasure in doing so, even though his penis stayed limp and soft the entire time, pulled back under his crotch. The sight of Frank kneeling at her feet, and the plaintive sound of his voice, brought a sexual rush to her. She loved when 'men' like Frank got to this stage. In spite of her misgivings, she almost regretted putting the breaks on his transition. But no, letting it go on as fast as it was going would only hurt Pamela and Josie, and herself, in the end, and those were things she would not, could not allow. "Get up, Frankie, dear, no harm done," she said. He immediately got to his feet, though he kept his head bowed. "I forgive you." With that he looked up, smiling like she'd just given him a winning lottery ticket. "Thank you, Mistress!" As he stood waiting for her to let him go, she smelled the lavender fragrance wafting from him. 'Is that lip gloss?' she thought. She noted the outline of a lacey, cream- colored camisole under his thin, white, summer dress shirt. 'My, my, what will his friends at work think?' she wondered. "You may go, Frankie. Have fun at work, dear," she said, finally breaking the spell. This time he actually did perform a petit curtsey to her, dipping his head. "Thank you, Mistress!" And with that he headed for the stairs. From the balcony she watched him go, noting the prissy little walk, and the way he held his head and hands. 'Oh, dear,' she thought, 'he'll be turning heads today.' She smiled inwardly at the predicament Frank would soon find himself in: unable to stop behaving like a thoroughgoing sissy, and totally confused as to why people would be teasing him for it. For Frank, this was simply how he was and, if she had her way, how he'd always be. *** *** *** Frank ran out to the car, got in butt first, pressing his hand to his bottom to smooth a non-existent skirt, swung his legs in, and started up the engine. He was immediately inundated with the dulcet tones and sweet, innocent yet sexy, voice of his latest favorite singer. He closed his eyes and relaxed, seeing in his mind's eye the picture her voice painted for him, of heartfelt desire and passionate love for her man. He let her music wash over him, picturing himself in her place. With that, he opened his eyes wide, his mind thoroughly confused. 'Why would I think of myself as a girl?' he asked himself. 'Just because I like to wear Pam's undies doesn't mean I want to be a girl! Does it?' He shook his head to dismiss such silly ideas and backed out of the driveway. When the car was headed down the road towards Joe's school, he realized he'd forgotten the boy at home. He thought about going back to get him. He'd miss the fun of their daily chats as he drove his boy to school, but he'd already been late too many times this week. He changed lanes, slowed down and stopped in the line waiting for the left hand turn signal to change to green. As he waited, he did something he found himself doing a lot lately: people watching. He'd always been on the lookout for some cute babe to conquer, but lately he'd been noticing everyone. 'Even men,' he reminded himself, with a nervous shudder and a slither of his cock in 'his' silky panties. An attractive young woman, dressed in a simple, yet fashionable, skirt and jacket walked across the street. He noticed the fabric of her robin's egg blue suit was made of twill, the skirt's hemline stopped just above the knees, a hint of the lacey slip flashing from underneath. The skirt was loose enough to permit a free-flowing stride, yet tight enough to accentuate her slender legs and tight, round bottom. It and the jacket were tailor-fitted to show off her womanly curves, including those of her generous breasts, draped by a silky white blouse. Frank's eyes strayed down her legs, and admired her sheer, tan stockings. But on her feet were a pair of white tennis-shoes with a pink Nike swoop, the thick laces tied in a floppy bow that bounced as she walked. Frank smiled at the contrast, but reminded himself that when walking around town, comfort was more important for one's feet than style. At least while on the street. He felt sure that a pair of beautiful, strappy heels lay inside the large black, leather bag slung over her shoulder. With a start, he realized that he'd been paying more attention to the woman's clothes than her body. She was gorgeously sexy, her beautiful face, luscious waves of curly black hair, and voluptuous curves should have captured his full attention. But all he could think about was her outfit, how her clothes complimented her figure, and her footwear, instead of thinking about jumping her bones right there in the crosswalk. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he wondered. He put his forehand on his hands clutching the top of the steering wheel. Just as he was starting to feel better, he heard a car horn behind him and looked up. The light had changed, and the car that had been in front of him had already rounded the corner. He pressed on the gas pedal, but the light changed to yellow so he braked to a halt at the stop line. He heard another horn honk, and looked in the rear view mirror; sure enough, the driver behind was wildly gesticulating at him with the traditional irate motorist's salute. Frank closed his eyes and sought the comforting security of his music, but it didn't come. 'I'm OK, I'm OK,' he kept repeating to himself. 'It's perfectly normal to admire beautiful clothes and pretty hair. It's normal, I'm normal,' he repeated to himself almost like a prayer. He opened his eyes, resolving to be more alert this time and not miss the light. Something in the back of his mind screamed that it wasn't normal for a man to admire a woman's clothes and not think about fucking her silly, but that increasingly shrill voice was drowned out by the one whispering to him about how wonderful it must be to wear something so beautiful, and feel so confidently sexy doing it.. Frank's mind continued to dwell on these conflicting messages until he saw a man walking across the street directly in front of him. He was struck by the raw animal magnetism radiating from the man; his close- cropped black hair, his dusky-dark skin, his tall, powerful figure confidently striding in front of Frank's car. Frank couldn't help but return the man's smile as he looked into the car right at Frank. Frank found himself lost in the man's sensuous brown eyes, eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul. After the man had turned his gaze back to the street in front of him, breaking the hypnotic spell he'd cast, Frank tore his gaze from the man and looked back to the streetlight. His heart was beating so hard he thought it would burst from his chest, the heat in his face felt as if he'd been sunburned, and his damp palms were gripping the steering wheel with white knuckled ferocity. Even more disturbing was the pleasure coursing from three points of his anatomy: his two sensuously erect nipples rubbing against the soft, satiny camisole under his shirt, sending delicious, tingly delight across his chest, down though his tummy, bouncing off the pleasure flowing from his still soft cock. Stark, paralyzing fear coursed through Frank. 'I'm going crazy,' he thought. 'Totally fucking crazy.' He'd recognized clearly the sensations that flowed through him as he and the unknown gorgeous, sexy man had locked eyes: pure lust. Although his penis had stayed soft, the drug-like rush he'd felt wasn't his imagination. He'd had uncounted similar reactions on his drive to work, but always before it had happened while watching a woman, like the one whose outfit he'd admired. Now it was over a man! 'This makes no sense,' he thought. Hardly more than an hour earlier, he'd been joyously lapping at Pamela's luscious pussy, deriving enormous sexual satisfaction when she'd cum time after time to drench his face in her delicious juices. Without warning, as he thought of Pamela and their time together, that same rush flowed through him. He relaxed and smiled to himself. I'm OK," he said out loud. "Pamela makes me horny, so I'm OK." 'All this other stuff is just silly,' he decided. 'Just plain silly.' He noticed the light had changed to green, and being so relieved to feel normal again, he swiftly completed the remaining ten block drive to his office's parking lot on autopilot. He parked the car in his usual space, shut off the motor, and practically skipped his way to the entrance of his building, the fear quickly fading away. As he walked to his office, he remembered his love for Pamela, and kept repeating to himself: 'I'm OK. I'm OK.' *** *** *** Melanie could still hear Pamela's shower going, so she quietly slipped into the bedroom and took the 'medicines' from Pamela's nightstand drawer, removed the subliminal CDs from Frank's and Pamela's players, and quickly exited the room. She deposited the drugs and CDs in her room, shut the door and walked back down the hall. On the way, she decided to put off confronting her sister until after Joe had gone off to school. 'Speak of the angel,' she thought to herself, 'and she shall appear.' For right then, Joe emerged from his room. She looked at him carefully, trying to determine whether or not he was in "boy-mode". She noted that he had groomed himself particularly well this morning. His long, dirty-blonde hair -- so much like his mother's at his age -- was parted in the middle, and brushed back behind his ears into an almost feminine style; he was dressed in a clean shirt and pair of slacks, not unusual in itself, but the fact that the slacks and shirt actually went well together was surprising. And instead of the usual sneakers on his feet he wore actual shoes, still new-looking from having been worn so infrequently. It was obvious that even in "boy-mode" 'Josie' had a strong influence on Joe's grooming and choice of attire. 'And his behavior?' she wondered. "Good morning, sweetie," she said. "You like nice today." "Good morning, Aunt Mel," he replied. He blushed at her compliment, but still accepted it with a quiet "Thank you. You look nice, too," he said. He saw her breasts through her blouse, but only wondered why she wasn't wearing a bra. Unconsciously, he ran a hand across his own chest and felt his nipples immediately become erect. 'I wonder if this feels good for girls, too?' he wondered. "Your mother is still showering, dear. Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" she asked, as she stepped quickly down the stairs, her skirt flipping up on each downward step. She noted Joe's wide staring eyes when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. "Uh ... that would be great!" he finally said when they got to the bottom of the stairs. They walked into the kitchen, where Joe carefully set his book bag by the kitchen table before taking a seat, smoothing his pants under his bottom before sitting, just as if he'd been wearing a skirt. Melanie quickly went to the cupboard, got a small juice glass, and then poured some orange juice out of the container she found in the refrigerator. "What would you like?" she asked, as she set down the glass. "I don't know, Aunt Mel," he said. Wanting to test her post-hypnotic suggestion, she said as almost a single word: "Auntie's little sissy girl!" The effect was nearly instantaneous. Joe got a blank look on his face, blinked a few times, and then his entire demeanor suddenly changed. Seated before her, hands clasped demurely in her lap, was Josie, looking up at Melanie smiling cheerfully. "What was that, Josie, honey?" she asked again. "Some fruit and yogurt would be yummy, Auntie Mel!" the young girl replied. Josie only vaguely remembered how she'd got to the kitchen, but not much of anything before that. She also had vague memories of bathing and brushing out her hair, and something about dressing in icky boy's clothes, but not much else. "That's what I though you said," Melanie replied with a laugh. She grabbed a cup of Dannon's from the refrigerator, along with a basket of fresh strawberries. As she was cutting up the berries, she thought again about how to introduce Pamela to her new daughter, and to convince Pamela to let her take Josie back home with her. She scooped some yogurt into a bowl and sprinkled the berry pieces over the top. She placed the bowl and a spoon on the table in front of Josie. She noticed her breasts being ogled through her blouse; but the expression on Josie's face seemed to be one of wide-eyed fascination, even admiration. Josie spooned up some of her breakfast, still looking at Melanie's chest. 'Auntie's breasts are so totally cool,' she thought. She looked up at Melanie after a moment, and said, with a completely serious expression on her face: "I hope I have breasts as beautiful as yours someday, Auntie Melanie." "I'm sure you will, honey." "Really?" Josie asked, after swallowing a mouthful of her breakfast. The idea of having breasts like Auntie's, or even her mommy's smaller ones, was so absolutely wonderful! However, Josie vowed to herself that she would have bigger ones than either her aunt or mother. Somehow it seemed very important to have large breasts, so very, very important. She didn't know why, and didn't care. 'It's just important is all,' she decided. "Yes, dear, you're going to become a very beautiful woman. It was just a matter of time." 'And some hormones, and a little surgery,' thought Melanie, as she sat down at the table, pulling a chair close to her niece. She had no problem letting Josie admire her breasts. There wasn't a hint of sexuality about the child's preoccupation. What seemed odd to her was that Josie's alter-ego 'Joe' had barely noticed at her chest. His only visible reaction to her mode of dress was when he'd been surprised by her lack of panties. When Josie swallowed the last of her breakfast, and washed it down with the last of her juice, she daintily patted her mouth dry with a napkin. She picked up her book bag from the floor, and pulled out a compact and a tube of lip gloss and quickly repaired her "make-up". As she smoothed her lips together to even out the clear gloss, she admired herself in the compact's small mirror. A smile formed on her face. Melanie watched her niece carefully. 'Such a girl,' she thought. "See what I mean, honey?" Melanie asked. She took the compact and held it at eye level, the mirror side presented to Josie. "See that beautiful girl in there? I bet you're going to have lots of boys wanting to be your friend, dear," Melanie said, with a smile. "Oh, gosh! I sure hope so!" exclaimed Josie. "I want to have lots and lots of boyfriends." The look on the child's face was innocent, yet very intent. "What about Bobby?" "Oh, I love Bobby, like totally, Auntie Mel. I'm going to marry him someday," Josie said with a firm conviction in her voice. "But I still want to be with lots of boys," she added. "They're so much fun. I just love sex so much!" "I know you do, honey, that's completely normal, but just please be careful, OK? Not every boy or man is as nice as your darling Bobby." "I'll be careful, Auntie Mel. I promise to date the nice boys," she replied, giggling. 'And the not nice ones, and the ones in between,' she thought. 'I'll date any boy that lets me suck his cock, eat his cum, and who wants to fuck me,' she vowed to herself. Melanie laughed at Josie's comment. It still amazed her that the CDs intended for her father had created such guileless lust in a child so young. Josie seemed to be totally uninhibited and yet she still possessed a veneer of childlike innocence about her blossoming sexuality. She knew a certain segment of "men" would find that attractive enough to become pariahs of society, and Melanie was determined to protect her darling niece from such scum. Melanie looked at the clock. "Isn't it time to run off to school, dear?" she asked. "Oh, wow, it sure is!" Josie got up from the table and started to clean up her dishes, but Melanie stopped her. "I'll clean up, dear, you just get to school." "Thanks, Auntie Mel!" Josie hugged Melanie closely. Josie felt the warm shapes of her aunt's breasts press against her face and wondered if it turned boys on to feel them. It did nothing for her, she realized, but she had a feeling the boys -- and the men -- would love feeling her own breasts press against their hard chests. 'And other places.' She giggled. Melanie watched Josie run to the front door. 'She even runs like a girl,' Melanie thought. And with that, she realized she'd nearly screwed up yet again. "Josie?" "Yes, Auntie? Josie said, turning to look at Melanie. She stood with her wrists bent in a very feminine position, most of her weight on one leg, with her hips cocked to one side, and holding her book bag over one shoulder almost like a purse. "Auntie's big boy Joe," she said. The change wasn't as quick as it had been going the other direction, Melanie noted. 'Josie must be fighting it,' she realized. But the post-hypnotic suggestion had its effect: Joe straightened his wrists, stood up straight, and shifted the book bag fully onto both of his shoulders. "Have a good day at school, Joe," she said. "Thanks, Aunt Mel, I'll try." He looked at the key rack, and noticed his father keys were gone. "Dad already left?" "Yes, dear, sorry. He took off about a half-hour before you came out of your room." "Oh, well. I'll catch the bus then," he said. He took off in a rush, leaving the door opened behind him. Melanie went to the door and watched Joe run off down the street. She noted with some amusement that while most of Joe's movements were boyish, he seemed to still unconsciously run with his elbows near the waist, arms swinging, hands pulled back into little "sissy fists." *** *** *** 'Finally!' Melanie thought. 'Time to see my little Pamela.' Melanie locked the front door and headed upstairs. She found Pamela sitting naked at her vanity table, brushing her long, curly brown hair, her eyes closed. "Hi there, Kitty Kat," she said quietly when she entered the room. Pamela stopped brushing her hair, opened her eyes wide, and turned to Melanie. She set the brush on the vanity table, jumped up and ran to Melanie, "Love Bug!" she squealed, embracing her sister and giving her a long, soulful kiss. Melanie returned the kiss with all the passion she felt, feeling that wondrous tingling in her breasts as her nipples hardened in response to her sister. When she felt Pamela suckling on her tongue, she couldn't help but start moaning. She grabbed Pamela's butt cheeks and caressed and fondled them with both hands. She felt Pamela reach down to her own bottom with one hand, the other reaching between them to cup and massage one of Melanie's breasts. Melanie finally extracted her tongue from Pamela's mouth. "Oh, my precious Kitty Kat, I love you so much!" she said, a note of desperation in her voice. "I love you, too, my loving Love Bug!" She looked to the bedroom doorway. "Are the boys gone?" she whispered, lifting her eyebrows in a comical "hint, hint" motion. She wanted so much to earn her pet name and lap at the wonderful sweetness between Melanie's legs. She loved having sex with her husband, more so than ever it seemed, but over the last couple weeks she just couldn't get enough of her wonderful, sexy sister. "Yes, darling," Melanie replied. "Joey just left for school, and Frank's been gone for about half an hour." "Goodie!" Pamela shouted like a child. She took Melanie's hand and pulled her to the still mussed up bed. "Let's make love." she said. "I need you so much, Mel." And she did. She could feel herself getting excited just thinking about it, and there was no hiding the rock-hard nipples on her naked breasts. "I need you, too, Pam." 'More than you can know,' she thought. "Before we get too busy," Melanie said as she snuggled up to Pamela on the bed, "I want to ask you about something." She looked admiringly over her sister's body. 'Still so rapturously sexy,' she thought. She was glad her sister had kept herself in as good a shape as she'd kept her own body. The fact that they were both mothers only added to her attraction. 'My own little goddess-mother,' she thought. "You want to ask about Frank wearing my bra and panties?" Pamela asked with a straight face. "I saw you peek in on us earlier." Pamela giggled. Beyond a doubt, she knew that Melanie had been up to something, and what they'd been doing to Frank was far more drastic than Melanie had even hinted to her about. She wasn't upset with Melanie, at least not yet. She was getting a huge sexual rush over the idea of Frank's recent changes. But she was going to confront Melanie with her realizations. "I think I know what you've actually been doing with him, Mel." Pamela knew she'd been right on target by the shocked look on Melanie's face. She decided to subtly let Melanie know she was OK with it by saying "We've been turning him into a sissy, haven't we? Haven't we?" she prompted, when Melanie didn't respond. "Yes. How did you find out?" Melanie was indeed shocked by Pamela's revelation, but relieved that this part at least could be out in the open now. She noticed Pamela's inclusion of herself in their conspiracy by using the word