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Carmen's Girls Chapter 1 The boy who cried man "You can stay in this room - if you need to freshen up, the bathroom is down the hall," Carmen gestured, switching the light to her guest room on while guiding the young man inside. "My old place had toilets bigger than this room," he scoffed, angrily sliding his heavy bags against the opposite wall. "Ah, I see. I'll just move your things to the restroom instead then, John." "Never mind," John quickly replied as the thirty-something woman crossed her arms, irritated with his attitude as usual. "I don't plan to stay here long anyway, so whatever." "Aww, how charming... I see you're still the ungrateful little boy you used to be." "Pff... I wanted to stay at my dad's place, not this dump... look, neither of us wants me to be here, so let's just-" "Ah, but your daddy doesn't want you to show your face over there, right? Until you finally decide which college you want to go to as your mommy Veronica told you to months ago, I'll be nice enough to let you stay here, and only because my dear Veronica asked me to look after her boy while she's working abroad. However... this is my house, so you'd better behave. And I promise you... if you continue to act like a spoiled brat, I'll..." Carmen paused, only a short smirk hinting at what she was planning to add. "You'll what," John challenged, trying to stare her down, but unprepared for the cold intensity in her eyes he quickly turned back to his bags, afraid to look her in her eyes again. "Just don't test my patience, boy. Dinner will be ready soon." He safely flipped her off after she had left the room, and lying back on the uncomfortable bed he contemplated just how much he hated that woman. Every single time Carmen had been over at their place she had shown nothing but contempt for him, treating him like a child... he made it plenty clear how he felt about her as well, which never failed to infuriate mom. Then all of a sudden mom landed a temp job abroad, and ofcourse she decided to drop him off at the one friend she knew he hated, conveniently located over two hundred miles away from his own friends. He had barely arrived and she was already bossing him around... and she still dared to call him a 'boy'. Carmen loved to mock his short height, but he was eighteen years old, and even she had to see he was a man now. Shame Carmen had to be such a bitch, she sure was hot enough for a woman her age, and the only positive thing about her visits had been those big tits and luscious legs clad in slick nylon... He could probably get her if he wanted to, no problem, with that attitude she probably didn't get laid much and was dying for a real man to satisfy her. Those nylon pantyhose were making that thought strangely appealing... Recalling her cold eyes, he shook off his thoughts - why bother with a bitch like that. He unzipped his bag to start unpacking his clothing when a dreamy sort of humming approached; he looked up at the doorway in surprise, and just stared as an angel strutted past, with long golden hair, a delicate smile and a pink summer dress wrapped around a body that was just... ohh man. "Hey, wait up," he called, struggling up from the low bed, hurrying to the doorway. He was almost surprised to still find her there, half- expecting she had just been some daytime fantasy, but there she was, staring at him with a playful smile, the light playing on her shimmering pink lips. Taking in such beauty at such close range, he suddenly found himself dumbstruck. "Hi," the girl finally smiled, clutching her books. "Sorry, hi, I'm John," he finally managed, extending his hand. "Ah... so you're 'John'. I overheard you won't be staying long?" the girl replied, giving his hand a studying glance before he nervously pretended he was just flipping back his hair with it. "Well, you know, getting ready for college, pretty pumped about that." "Mm-hmm, I can imagine." God, she was hot. "What a shame..." she added with a devious grin that left nothing to his imagination. "So uhh... are you Carmen's daughter or something? I mean, I never knew..." "There's a lot you don't know about my mother," the girl whispered mysteriously while she turned around and went on her way again, her high heels echoing in the stairwell. His heart was still pounding as he sat back on his bed, his cock straining against his jeans. That bitch Carmen had a daughter... and a damn hot one at that... even better, she totally wanted him. Totally. Living together with a babe like that... screw scouting out colleges, if he could stay indoors all day and screw around with... with... John exhaled, realizing he didn't even get her name. He imagined her lying on top of him, naked, panting... "Oh John... that was my third orgasm already, and I never even told you my name..." His erection was almost getting painful now, but he had to control himself - there would be plenty of time for that later. The late dinner was every bit as awkward as he expected it to be. Conversation was kept to a minimum; Carmen was leafing through some papers while she ate, her blonde daughter, who Carmen finally introduced as Vanessa, wasted no opportunity to send suggestive glances at him, and he himself was trying not to stare too obviously at the thin pink cotton stretching around her tits. "Mmmm..." Vanessa stretched after she finished, elegantly rising up from her chair. "I think I'll go take a long, hot bath before bed." She added a playful wink towards John, and trying to stay calm and indifferent, he took a while to finish his dinner, then moved to shove his chair back so he could leave. But Carmen stopped his effort with one hand, without even looking up from her papers. "Where do you think you're going, boy?" "Upstairs, gonna finish unpacking." "You'll clean off the table first," Carmen insisted, but John just squeezed out of his seat and shrugged. "I thought I was a guest here, not a fucking maid." The look in Carmen's eyes was positively intimidating, and again he found himself looking away. "Are you sure you want to give me that attitude, John?" A subconscious fear crept up on him, but... no way he was going to do any housekeeping... he was a man, and Carmen needed to learn to respect him as such. He hurried up the stairs, soon forgetting all about Carmen as he heard the soft splashes of water up ahead. And yet he ended up in his own room, unpacking what remained in his bags, too nervous to just walk into the bathroom and join Vanessa in her hot bath as he imagined he would. He realized that was a pretty stupid idea anyway as he heard a lock click from the hallway - ofcourse it was locked, he would've made a fool of himself trying to enter. He listened to Vanessa moving to her room; after her bath, she wouldn't be wearing much at all... His heart pounding, he shuffled closer to her door, left slightly ajar; he could step right in, take off her towel and kiss her, and then... wait, he could see her. Through the crack of the door, he could see her walking through her room, covered only by a short bathrobe... "Take it off," he whispered inwardly, and she did, the robe dropping at her feet, revealing her glorious naked body; such a smooth back, such a nice behind, such dainty legs... John was dizzy with arousal now, the perfumed scent of her shampoo heavy in the damp air, her firm ass wriggling into the smoothest white panties. Seventeen years old, but John knew no woman who could compare, and he couldn't stop his hand from clumsily rubbing his erection through his jeans while his eyes were transfixed on the spectacle before him. "John, could you get my hairbrush from the bathroom please?" It took him a moment to realize she was talking to him. "S-sure," he mumbled, clumsily banging his knee against the doorpost to his right. The bathroom was still hot and moist, but her fragrance was even stronger here; collecting himself, he wiped part of the mirror clean with his hand. He knew he was cute, maybe his blush was giving him a bit of a baby face, but his past girlfriends always ensured that made him look sweet, so he shouldn't have any problem getting Vanessa's attention. Ofcourse his past girlfriends never put out, all 'saving themselves' for marriage; his old city had been annoyingly pious that way. This city was different, more importantly this girl was different, she practically oozed sex, ready and waiting for him to make his move, and tonight... would be the night. He clenched his fist around the hairbrush, sharply inhaled and walked into her room. She was on her bed already, her pajama shirt hanging loosely over her shoulders, barely covering her sexy white panties, but her back turned to him. "Mmmm... thanks so much - mind brushing my hair for me?" she spoke while painting her toenails. He could feel the blood rush to his head as he approached, not managing more than a throaty "Mm-hmm," as he sat down behind her. "Ahh, gently now." The smell and sheen of her beautiful blonde hair was intoxicating, and he brushed it in a daze; only then he noticed the mirror on the table behind her, and after he shifted his position on the bed, he swallowed back his drool as he finally got a clear view of her beautiful tits. "Did you enjoy watching me earlier?" she suddenly asked, looking directly at him through the reflection of the mirror, apparently unashamed of her chest on indirect display. "Huh? I was just heading to the bathroom," he lied, resting the brush on the bed as Vanessa turned around at last, unfortunately buttoning up her tight pajama shirt. "I think it's sweet you get turned on watching me dress.... so what did you like better," she whispered, "my panties... or my pajamas?" John flushed crimson, yet managed to force out "Your panties," before he realized that confirmed he had been peeking. Maybe she'd take it as a compliment; now was the moment to- "They're lovely, aren't they... anyway, thanks - shall I paint your nails now?" Vanessa giggled, but before he could reply, she leaned in and gave him a short peck on the cheek. "That'll be your reward instead... to remember me by tonight. Now you'd better go to your room before my mom sees you in here." "Ahh... right, yeah," John mumbled, forcing a playful smirk as if that was his plan all along. "Goodnight, I guess," he greeted from the door, but Vanessa only gestured at the light switch, which he flicked in disappointment. She just wasn't ready. Or something. He sighed and rolled over in his bed, irritated by the loud creaking that produced. The long shower had done nothing to calm his arousal; Vanessa had made everything feel so right, and yet... he didn't act, heck, he had sat there brushing her hair for minutes while ogling her tits, and that was it. He burrowed his head in his pillow; maybe he just expected too much too fast, it was only the first day after all. But what a day... his mind wandered back to that candid view, Vanessa, those shiny white panties framing her pert ass... she had kissed him, had even encouraged him to 'remember her tonight'. Sliding back on his side, he reached into his boxers, feeling his member pulse hotly in his hand. He'd remember her alright, clasping her hips from behind, his dick sliding over her slick panty-clad ass... the annoying creaking of the bed increased until a sharp knocking on the door ruined his momentum, and he had only moments to cover himself with the blanket and pretend to be resting. "Are you quite alright?" Carmen asked, walking in without hesitation. "I would be if people would let me sleep," he bit, trying to calm his blush, but Carmen just smiled mockingly at him. "Aren't we a noisy sleeper, hmm? Breakfast is at seven, don't be late." After Carmen had left his room, John sighed in frustration. Great, Carmen could hear the creaking through the door even. At least the trip had been tiring enough to let him sleep despite his discomfort... The next day, John stretched lazily on the leather couch, waking up from a nice after-breakfast nap. He had hardly slept in the creaky bed, too used to the comfort of his old one, and too distracted with thoughts about Vanessa and Carmen. At least it had given him time to think, and he concluded that he simply hadn't been aggressive enough - Vanessa had been inviting him, luring him close, but didn't go all the way, and he figured she simply wanted him to take charge. At least the couch was comfortable enough, and with both Carmen and Vanessa gone for the day, he could do whatever he wanted. Glancing over at the breakfast table, still littered with dishes and foods, he recalled Carmen's threat from that morning, about the measures she'd take if he didn't do as he was told, blah blah blah. He was too tired to be intimidated, too busy checking out how hot Vanessa looked in her school uniform... and why couldn't Carmen just hire a maid to do the housekeeping for her if she couldn't manage to clean off the table herself? Regardless, he wasn't going to let her make it his duty; he had better things to do, and the first thing on his list was getting it on with Vanessa. He grinned; with both of them gone, it would be the perfect time to snoop around... John was nervous but excited as he reentered her room; he never got a chance to properly look around last time, not with Vanessa's nudity taking up his full attention. The room itself seemed overly girly, perhaps a bit childish even; lots of fluff and Barbie pink, big stuffed toys, heart decorations everywhere. Her clothing matched; light pastel dresses with frills, babydolls, skirts, lace blouses... his heart jumped when he found her underwear drawer, feeling through smooth silk, lace, see-through panties and bras, even a few thongs - a little less innocent already, and this girl knew what he liked. But one drawer down, he hit the jackpot. "I knew it," he grinned to himself as he rummaged through dildos, vibrators in all shapes and sizes, even anal beads... most of the toys were a delicate pink or white, but Vanessa was obviously anything but the innocent girl she pretended to be... her dirty secrets were turning him on immensely, and more and more he was reminded of his unfinished business last night. He quickly closed the drawer before he'd be tempted to try out one of the toys in there, but couldn't resist the pink bottle of perfume on the desk, trying for a small sample, but accidentally sprayed himself liberally. He put it back with a grimace, the scent suddenly overwhelming, and feeling dizzy, he sat back on the bed. The perfume smelled nice however, it smelled of her; for a moment it was as if she was back in this room, her beautiful body so close, her white panties within reach... her pajamas were crumpled on the floor, and he could see her white panties lying underneath them, the white panties she wore last night... he swallowed, reached down to free the undergarment and gingerly brought it up to his nose. Vanessa's panties... he inhaled the scent; the scent of Vanessa's aroused pussy, wrapped so tightly in the slick silk... He unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erection from his boxers, his mind fogged over with the scent of her perfume and the musk of her panties, pumping his hard cock with his hand. "Vanessa," he panted, finally bringing the white silk to his throbbing member, and began rubbing it up and down, gasping with how fantastic the material felt. It felt too good... within moments he lost control, moaning as he shot his full load into the white silk, his cum dripping down his hand. He lay back on the bed to catch his breath, recovering from his thundering orgasm, when suddenly he heard the front door open... Frantically cleaning off the mess from his hand and clothing, struggling to close up his pants again, he tried to keep his breathing low while footsteps approached his room. This wasn't supposed to happen - Carmen should be at whatever lab she worked at, and Vanessa was at school... but why would anyone else visit this place if they weren't here? After some heart-throbbing silence, the footsteps finally moved away, and he heard some soft humming... Vanessa; but why was she home at lunchtime already? He'd better think of a cover and pray she didn't notice what happened to the panties on top of her pajamas... "Yeah?" he answered when the knock on his door finally came. He was prepared - aside a somewhat sticky feeling in his pants, he looked presentable enough, completing the picture by leafing through a college orientation guide as Vanessa opened the door. "Oh hey, I thought you were at school," he smiled, before returning his attention to the guide long enough to be credible, then quickly put it down. "My high school is closeby... I figured you might be lonely here," Vanessa explained, her voice oozing sex; despite his nerves and his recent orgasm, he felt his cock stir in his pants again. "But Johnny started the party without me, didn't he?" Vanessa pouted; John flushed crimson, but managed to keep his cool. "I... I've been reading this college guide, there's actually- ," he started, but died of shame when Vanessa triumphantly dangled the white panties on her finger, still shining with his cum. "Look, Vanessa, it's not..." John muttered. To his surprise, Vanessa smiled seductively, collecting a drop of the sperm with her finger and slowly sucked it off in a trained motion that made him rock hard in an instant. "Come," she beckoned, and entranced, he shuffled after her into her room. "I thought I smelled something familiar when I passed by your room," Vanessa giggled, and John smirked stupidly in defeat. "You like that perfume too, don't you?" John ignored her question, gathering up every bit of his courage to salvage this embarrassing situation. "Vanessa... I..." "You want to fuck my tight little pussy?" Vanessa finished for him in a tone that would make a porn star blush; John couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Or do you just want to cum in my panties again?" she added with a cheeky pout. "No no, I'd love to, umm..." God, why did he keep blabbering like this? It was time for him to prove he was a man, time for him to take charge. He unbuttoned his pants, letting it drop to the floor, smoothly followed by his boxers; his heart was pounding as he approached, his erection twitching in anticipation of what was to come. "Awww, how cute," Vanessa whispered, staring at his crotch from her bed; John cringed, not really confident with the way that comment sounded, and Vanessa turning away with a smile didn't help much either. "Y'know, I was hoping we could have sex this afternoon... but now I'm not sure if it's not just my underwear you're interested in..." "O-of course not, how-" "Shh..." Vanessa whispered, jumped up from her bed and skipped over to her drawers. "I think I know how you can prove it to me." She took out a smooth pair of purple lace panties, and held it out to him. "If you can wear these for a whole day, and keep them dry,," she smiled, hushing her voice to a whisper as she leaned closer, "then we'll have a lot of fun together." John felt ridiculous as he cleaned the remaining cum from his dick with the fragrant wipe Vanessa had handed him, but he had accepted her proposal without a second thought, his mind entirely fixated on the promise she made. She didn't make it any easier on him by watching every step, cooing excitedly as he slid the pair of feminine panties up his legs, wincing as the elastic struggled to fit over his highly sensitive erection. "Turn around," Vanessa instructed, and John gasped as he felt her pull the sides further up, the fabric riding sensually into his ass and wrapping even tighter around his cock. "That's how you're supposed to wear them..." "Just one day, right?" John croaked, not entirely happy with the wager anymore; Vanessa nodded, ignoring his protests as she sprayed some more of the perfume onto his crotch, then turned to her mirror to work on her make-up. "Don't worry... they look really pretty on you." Again John felt himself blush, quickly pulling up his trousers but exhaling warmly as he buttoned it up, his erection shifting against the smooth lace. "My afternoon classes are starting soon, so I have to go... you'd better behave while I'm gone, okay?" John nodded as she turned around, trying to fake a confident smile, but wasn't prepared for her pulling him closer, giving him a full kiss on his mouth, his erection riding against her warm hips. "I can't wait," she whispered, led him out of her room then closed her door behind them. As the day progressed, John slowly began to realize that the challenge would turn out a lot more difficult than he had initially anticipated. The smooth material kept his sensitive cock on edge as a constant reminder that he was actually wearing Vanessa's tight lace panties under his trousers, and it took all his mental strength to calm himself enough to not lose himself in the rubbing sensation. At least a sports magazine combined with loud music from his earphones managed to keep his mind off what tomorrow would bring, until a sharp knocking finally filtered through the beats. Carmen stood in his doorway, tapping her ears demonstratively, and he pulled his earphones out. "Thank you. Johnny, why is our breakfast still on the kitchen table?" "Because I was busy?" John retorted, flipping a page in his magazine. "Oh? Busy doing what, exactly?" Carmen insisted, and John put down the magazine again, blushing slightly with how embarrassing the real answer to that question was. "Reading the college orientation guide so I can get out of here ofcourse." "That's a sports magazine... and you certainly weren't too busy to snoop around in Vanessa's room, were you Johnny." John felt his blush darken, but acted surprised; he was certain enough Vanessa didn't rat him out, not with their wager still going, so how did she guess... "Vanessa's room? Why would I want to do that?" "Exactly, why would you want to do that?" Carmen was slowly approaching now, and John sat up on the edge of his bed, feeling his hands tremble as he forced himself to look up at the woman. "I haven't been in her room... and I already told you, I'm not going to do your housework chores for you, I'm not a girl." A few more steps and Carmen would be towering over him, and he quickly rose to his feet, trying to ignore the twitch of his cock as it slid inside its lace prison; he was still more than a head shorter than the high-heeled woman, and she was way too close for comfort now... "No, you're too ugly to be a girl... and you're not much of a man either, you lying wimp," Carmen mocked, and John's embarrassment turned to fear and anger over her intimidation. "H-hey, fuck you - I'm eighteen years old, and-" "And you act like you're no older than ten." He couldn't let her do this, couldn't let her talk to him like this... "Y-you're lucky I'm a man, otherwise I w-would've..." "Would've what?" Carmen spat in his face, her voice positively sinister, bringing her finger to his lips. In a flash of fear he slapped her hand away, but before he realized what was happening she had grabbed his hand, twisting it with such force that he swirled around, collapsing on his bed with a frightened scream. "Stop squealing already," Carmen hissed through his pleads and screams, and at another pull at his arm, he finally stopped struggling, anything to make the pain end. "Now then. I've been involved with plenty of men, Johnny, enough to be able to tell men from boys. And I've seen plenty like you... who act all tough, but inside..." "L-let me go, I don't know what you m-mean..." "Walk with me, Johnny, I'll show you exactly what I'm talking about." She jerked him upright, pushing him forward out of the room, directing her towards Vanessa's door. He stumbled inside, and Carmen continued to push him until they were both facing Vanessa's large dressing mirror. "You claim you haven't been in her room, yet here you are, doused in my daughter's flowery perfume, wearing her pink lipstick." Startled, John stared into the mirror, and to his horror he saw she was right - his lips had a distinct pink sheen to them... the kiss, Vanessa's lipstick must've... "And what's this?" Carmen asked lifting his T-shirt, hooking her finger into the partially exposed waistband of the laced panties, yanked them up hard, then roughly unbuttoned his trousers and twisted his arm some more. "Look into the mirror. Would a man do that to himself?" John felt sick with embarrassment as he saw himself, wearing lipstick and sexy girl's panties, his obvious erection dotting the lace with a clear wet spot... "No... only a hopeless sissy would do something like that," Carmen concluded. "Going around our rooms satisfying your disgusting urges... instead of doing what you're told... what's a woman to think?" "You don't understand, I'm not into this stuff at all, I-I can explain- ," he sputtered, the scale of his predicament slowly dawning on him. "What's going on here?" he suddenly heard, and for a brief moment he thought he was happy to hear Vanessa. "Why is he wearing my panties?!," she gasped, and John was mortified to realize she wasn't going to help him ofcourse... she'd cover her own ass, would never admit she was seducing him... "It appears Johnny here gets off wearing girl's panties... go get the restraints from my room, I know how to deal with this." "W-what are you doing, what..." John sputtered as Vanessa hurried out of the room. Carmen reinforced her grip on John, leaning over to his ear. "Now I understand why your mother left you in my care... I'll take good care of you, Johnny." "I don't understand, h-how..." As Vanessa returned, John was too panicked to process what Carmen had whispered into his ear. Carmen's grip was absolute, he lacked the strength to fight her, and as Vanessa began locking his wrists and ankles in leather cuffs, the chains gleaming in the sunlight, a thought struck him - maybe this was all just a game, a perverted SM fantasy of sorts. Ofcourse, it had to be... even the ball gag they were forcing into his mouth was part of their play, and his cock twitched. "Keep an eye on him... I need to get some things from the lab," Carmen instructed Vanessa after securing the chains to the bedposts, and left the two together in the room. "I'm sorry it had to turn out this way John, but I'm sure you understand I couldn't tell mom about our bet..." John sighed through his nostrils, nodding - he hated how ridiculous he looked, but even this humiliation he could endure if it got him laid. "But it seems you already lost anyway - just look at the stain in your panties, I guess you really love wearing them more than having sex with me..." John shook his head, trying to talk around his gag, but could only moan as Vanessa's slender fingers rubbed his erection through the purple lace. "Would you like me to help you cum, Johnny?" John shook his head again - why was she such a tease, he was there, ready to fuck her silly, and she just kept rubbing him with her finger. "Oh? Are you sure you want me to stop?" Vanessa cooed, and swallowing down his saliva, John was torn - he was so horny, and really couldn't wait to cum, even if... Vanessa slowly lifted her finger from the moist lace wrapping around his throbbing member. "I guess I'd better go do my homework then, hmm?" John closed his eyes, blushing as he shook his head - Vanessa smiled victoriously, resting her finger back on its old spot, and resumed her gentle rubbing. "Go on... shoot your thick load into your panties Johnny," she whispered, the humiliation deepening his blush, but he felt his orgasm approaching fast, Vanessa's finger knew her way too well, moaning as he bucked into the digit until he reached the point of no return, Vanessa removing her finger the moment his dick twitched, edged on only by the friction of the lace, spurting his cum into the purple confines of his underwear. In his orgasmic daze, he heard Vanessa's giggle slowly ebb away as she left him alone in the room. "Look at the mess you made," Carmen commented as she stood over him, his sperm cold and sticky in his panties; he was more than fed up with their little game after having to stay like that for almost an hour, screaming angrily into his gag at the woman to his left. "Heh... you'll learn proper obedience yet... but first, I'm going to prepare you for your new life." She lifted a syringe from a slim metal box, and John's eyes widened, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. "These are special hormones, Johnny. They're going to make you very pretty... and since you're so impatient, I'll be using a whole lot of them too." She couldn't be serious... she had to be bluffing... John screamed in horror as the thin needle approached. "You'd better lay still, sissy... I don't care how many times I have to jab this thing into your arm, but I assure you it's going to hurt quite a bit if you don't cooperate. Trembling, John calmed down, tears in his eyes as he felt the needle enter, spreading a warm feeling where it went. "That was the first dose... of many," he heard Carmen whisper, but his focus was fading, a strange drowsiness hitting home, his eyes opening to a blur, then falling shut again as he lost consciousness. Chapter 2 Transformation "Well, that certainly was quick," Carmen smiled, standing over the bed where John was twitching and drooling feverishly, the excessive injections keeping him in a delirious, barely conscious state. "He must've really wanted it,," Vanessa giggled, "I guess he was already a sissy at heart, right mom?" "I don't know... young boys can be so desperate to get laid, Vanessa... and I taught you all the tricks to make them want it even more." Vanessa smiled and nodded. "Was it okay to use so many injections at once, though?" "Who cares... there might be some side effects, if he can't handle it then he's worthless anyway." "He's so cute though... he's much younger than the other men we've had, and he could turn out really pretty... can we keep him, please?" "Well, he is Veronica's boy... but if he doesn't learn how to behave, I'll just as gladly give him away to someone who will whip that attitude right out of him." "Mmm... can I sleep in your bed tonight, mom?" "Ofcourse you can, baby... no matter what happens with Jenny here, you'll always be my favorite little girl," Carmen smiled, pulling Vanessa into a deep kiss, sucking her tongue deep into her mouth as John moaned in fevered dreams behind them. --- John had an awful nightmare. He felt sick, in agony, wanting to throw up but nothing would come out, feeling so cold, then suddenly so warm again. He'd drift in and out of consciousness, between bizarre dreams of being washed, being humiliated by voices around him, needles being stuck into his arms, throat, chest... even his penis... but he couldn't wake up, trapped in that maddening nightmare, only able to scream voicelessly for it all to end. Consciousness came during some night, with John waking up in a dark room, finding himself naked on a strange bed. Where the hell was he? What happened to him? Vague recollections of restraints and Vanessa's smile drifted by, but that had to be part of his nightmare... he was staying over at Carmen's place, but... did he turn ill? He cringed as he got out of bed, his legs trembling weakly as he walked - his throat was parched, why didn't they leave him a glass of water or something? The bathroom light was blinding, and mostly by touch he reached the sink, thirstily slurping the water from his hands. When he was sated, he was still looking at his hands, confused by their appearance - his fingers were never that slender, and his nails had grown out... just how long had he been ill for? But what he saw in the mirror confused him even further. His face... was different, smoother, more delicate, his lips more pronounced, his hair had grown, having a soft lightness to it, a blonde luster that was just... he looked like a wimp... "Did you figure it out yet?" he heard Carmen call behind him, and he spun around in fright. "W-what did..." he started, clearing his throat when he heard the high squeal in his voice. "W-what did you-," he tried again, but could only muster that high tone, sounding distinctly feminine. "Don't you remember, Jenny? I promised I would make you pretty, didn't I?" "M-my name is John," he spoke, cringing as Carmen approached, the menacing woman smiling sadistically. "Not anymore it isn't. Take a good look at yourself..." she instructed, grabbing his shoulder and guided him forcibly into Vanessa's room, switching on the light as she pushed him towards the mirror. John couldn't believe what he saw. His muscle definition, gone. All of his body hair... gone. His smooth crotch made his dick look small and almost childish, his balls pink and shrunken by the fright of what he beheld in the mirror, and his chest... it was subtle, but... what were those roundings?! "Your skin is softening up quite nicely... as you can see, we already got rid of all that unsightly body hair, and you're filling up quite nicely here..." Carmen smiled, freely caressing his rounded butt. "Why am I..." he stammered, and Carmen wrapped her arms around him, tracing his shoulder with her fingernails - why was he so weak, why couldn't he even push her away... "Hormones, dear. Lots and lots of hormones, don't you remember?" Did she mean... female hormones??! "Y-you can't do this to me... I'm going to call-ahh!!," he cried out as Carmen cruelly pinched his nipples - why were they so sensitive? "You're not going to call anyone, Jenny. What do you think your daddy will think hearing his only son was wearing lipstick and cum-soaked women's underwear?" John trembled on his feet, the effective threat hitting home. It had been a harmless bet, he would otherwise never wear those... but his father would think... "Yeah, I doubt your daddy would let a little sissy such as yourself inherit even a cent of his money, hmm?" Carmen whispered into his ear, and John swallowed down his tears. "I-I'm not... my mom would never..." "Your mother doesn't really have a say in this... you were a terrible son to her, so I've decided we're going to try how you'll turn out as my daughter. You're mine now, princess." John felt dizzy, his stomach turning as Carmen's words slowly hit home. "Well well... I can see you like that idea, you little slut," Carmen cooed, finally taking her fingers off his painful nipples as she slid her hands down his smooth body; John blushed with shame as he realized that despite the horror and intense humiliation, her ministrations were still giving him an erection of sorts, even though his dick stood distinctly less proudly than it used to. Carmen forced him away from the mirror again, shoving him forward against the dresser. "Go pick some nice underwear for you to wear to bed, dear - you already know which drawer, don't you." He sighed miserably, his trembling fingers reaching for Vanessa's panty drawer, but staring at the pastel colors, a last glimmer of pride rose in him - he couldn't let this woman... "You have five seconds." Carmen... terrified him. Pastel yellow. The panties in his hands were a simple, pastel yellow. "Good girl," Carmen smiled thinly, taking the panties from his hand and started rummaging through a closet; standing naked in the room, a shiver ran over him, and he realized his bladder was starting to nag. "Umm... c-can I use the bathroom first?" Carmen lifted a matching yellow camisole from the closet and gave him a quick glare. "Does my little princess need to tinkle before bed?" He gritted his teeth, but nodded - as much as he hated all the names she was calling him, there was nothing he could do; he just felt too weak, too... vulnerable. "Let's go then, pissy prissy," Carmen smiled, pushing him along by his shoulder, and John closed his eyes in shame as he realized Carmen was actually joining him in the bathroom, lowering the toilet seat. "Sit down, Jenny." John fearfully complied, but Carmen wasn't done. "Keep your legs together, hands on your knees - there, that's how a good girl uses the toilet." He blushed as Carmen monitored him while he relieved his bladder, smirking sadistically. "Very good... and don't let me catch you peeing standing up ever again, is that clear?" He nodded demurely, rising slowly at Carmen's instruction, but his humiliation was far from over as she took some toilet paper and proceeded to clean his dick for him. "There... now step into your panties, and tuck your little doodle between your legs." "W-what, I don't u-understand," he sputtered as Carmen pulled his panties up his slender legs. "You really are a dum-dum, aren't you," Carmen smiled, folding his dick between his legs, and quickly secured it in place with the panties. Staring down, something in John died - the smoothness of his crotch didn't give a single hint of his smothered manhood. The guest room was nothing like John remembered it. There was still a faint scent of paint in the air, the walls now a delicate pink, the sturdy bookcase gone, his suitcases and bags, all gone, a floral print on his soft purple bed sheet. "Now kiss mommy goodnight, and then it's lights out," Carmen pushed him in, and he turned around in shame, pulling the shoulder strap on the loose camisole back in place. "Well?" Carmen insisted, tapping her cheek invitingly; something in her voice made John very wary of ignoring her request. Clenching his fists, he leaned in, trying to reach the tall woman's cheek, but only when he stood on his toes he finally managed a small peck, looking up in fright - was that enough for her? "Sweet dreams, princess. Tomorrow's going to be a big day for you," she laughed, closed the door, and the key crunching in the lock immediately afterwards confirmed his fears. He sat back on the bed, shivering, covering his face in his dainty hands. What just happened... what happened to him... Hormones... what if she had done permanent damage to his body... Tears burned in his eyes, and he sniffled miserably. Carmen seemed serious about this... about doing all those horrible things to him, about treating him like... like a girl. Unable to control his emotions anymore, he started crying, the soft whine of his new girly voice only adding to his distress. He didn't want to become a girl... --- "I can hear him crying... did he struggle?" Vanessa smiled from their bed; Carmen exhaled warmly, and crawled onto the bed with her. "No, sweetheart... those are tears of pure humiliation. Jenny was too scared to put up a fight, so now he's just crying himself to sleep like a helpless little girl." "I'm so excited... I can play with him tomorrow, right mom?" "A little, Vanessa... your little sister has a lot to learn still." "I think he's still a virgin... isn't that cute? Can I take his virginity, please mom?" Carmen lifted her leg, carefully pushing her nylon-clad foot against Vanessa's face. "I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself... you're going to have to earn that privilege, you little slut." Vanessa blushed, closing her eyes as she lavishly kissed further and further up the woman's leg, nuzzling the slick pantyhose as she homed in on the musky scent of arousal. "Is it okay if I pleasure you... please?" she smiled, but Carmen nudged her away again. "No, Vanessa... you're going to show some restraint tonight. I'm going to rub myself to a wonderful orgasm... and all you're going to do is sit there and watch, without touching yourself. You know why we're not letting you cum tonight, don't you?" "Y-yes mommy..." "That's my good girl..." Vanessa sat back, blushing, watching Carmen slide her hands down her body, casually stroking past her slit - she was going to take her time, slowly tease her until she'd go nuts with desire... but at least Vanessa was comforted to know that her longing, her unfulfilled arousal, her chastity was what was turning mommy on right now... --- As John woke up the next morning, he realized his nightmare was still very real, the gentle flowery scent of his bed linen the first thing he smelled, the pink walls of his prison gleaming softly in the morning light. It had gotten worse... staring at his long fingernails, he contemplated just biting them off like he used to, but their size and luster were actually a little intimidating. Groggily sitting up, he groaned as he felt silky hair in his neck - how had it grown so fast? Or had he really been out for that long... The yellow shirt he was wearing was ridiculously girly... but looking around, he could see no sign of his clothes, his bags, his belongings; even his mobile phone was gone. He sighed - Carmen had warned him about calling anyone for help, but he really had no one to call. His mother was abroad, calling his father was out of the question and the few friends he left behind back home would think this was all a big joke. He sighed, looking down at his wimpified body - the soft bumps on his chest were definitely not a joke. He blushed, feeling his budding breasts through the camisole - they had grown since yesterday, felt real, sensitive... pleasurable. He loved breasts, fantasized about touching them for so long, but... he never wanted to have breasts... He kicked off the bed linen, swallowing down his tears as he saw his smooth, frail legs, leading up to the delicate cotton panties Carmen forced him to wear. At least some confirmation of his manhood remained as his half-erection made a clear bulge up front, but... He quickly covered up as the key crunched in the lock. "Good morning," a sweet voice sounded, and he exhaled in relief. "V- Vanessa... I thought it was..." "Mom is still asleep... how are you-" "What the hell is going on here? Your mom injected me with that stuff... I look like a wimp now, I'll have to train at the gym for months to get my shape back... and my voice, I don't know if... I know she's teaching me a lesson or something... but... but this is just..." he sniffled, tears rolling down his face. "Awwww..." Vanessa smiled, sat on the bed beside him and gave him a hug. "Don't worry... you'll be alright, just don't try to fight her, it'll only make it worse." John couldn't stop his tears; Vanessa probably thought he was pathetic to be crying like that, but he just couldn't help it. "How about we take a nice hot bath together, hmm?" John looked up, blushing as he saw Vanessa's beautiful smile. She got him into this mess... but even now, he understood his motivation for letting her, and a bath with her would mean... "O-okay," he muttered sheepishly, and Vanessa giggled as he rose. "You're really excited about this, aren't you?" John swallowed in shame, looking down to see not only the bulge in his panties, but even his nipples were bumping through the yellow fabric. "I still can't believe she did this to me... it's not permanent, is it?" John muttered as Vanessa stood at the side of the bathtub, lazily sloshing more water over his back. This wasn't how he imagined bathing together would be, but he was too embarrassed to invite her in, and with the fragrant shampoo she kept sitting in his hair, his immasculine smooth skin and dainty features, he didn't really feel attractive enough to seduce her anyway. "If it was... would you really hate it that much? Your body seems to enjoy it at least..." "T-this is just... degrading," he muttered as Vanessa expertly rinsed the shampoo from his hair. "But it's a turn-on as well, isn't it?" Vanessa giggled, grazing her oily fingers past his erection; the water in the bathtub sloshed as John rose up. "T-that's just because... ahh..." "Shhh... just relax and let me take away your worries," Vanessa smiled, guiding him out of the bath. Her pajama shirt was unbuttoned, and even just looking at her beautiful breasts made him dizzy with arousal - this was it, it was finally going to happen. "Would you like to touch them?" she asked, kneeling down with him, moving even closer - she smelled so nice, and demonstratively cupped them, softly rolling her nipples between her fingers. "Ahhh... they can feel so nice - let me show you." With a kiss, she pushed his groping hands away, gently lowering him down on the soft bathmat, licking down until she reached his chest, lapping at the soft mounds there while she slowly rubbed his erection. He felt strange - his dick was throbbing, but his chest was throbbing too, her warm lips around his nipples feeling delightful as she nibbled and sucked. "W-what are y-you..." he sputtered as her other hand brushed against his thigh, then slipping further down inbetween his legs. "Relax... trust me, it'll feel wonderful." Her finger was massaging his ass now, while she resumed pleasuring his chest, her hand steadily stroking his erection. "P-please... don't..." he muttered, but his complaint was a mere formality lacking any conviction and he knew it; her finger slowly pressed into his asshole, the initial discomfort melting away as he relaxed, closing his eyes as he tried to deny the growing heat around Vanessa's finger. A strange tension built in his body; he felt each rapid heartbeat, each shallow breath, moaning as Vanessa bit playfully on his sensitive nipples. He didn't understand why her finger sliding in and out of his wet hole felt so good, didn't understand the intense sensations that even drowned out the feeling of his dick, all he knew was a gorgeous girl was pleasuring him, and he was losing control. "Mmmmm... I'm..." he opened his eyes, watching Vanessa lick his nipples, fingering his ass while gently rubbing only the tip of his erection, but... "AAhhhhh..." he moaned, his ass clenching down on her wonderful finger, his entire body discharging, the spurting of his cock dwarfed by the wave of pleasure running over him. "I-I'm sorry," he sputtered weakly as Vanessa wiped the cum from his belly, then started toweling him dry - he didn't know why he apologized, why he didn't feel proud cumming at the hands of such beauty; the girl smiled sweetly at him, helping him up on his feet after she was done. "I can go again... i-if you want," he blushed, leering at her cute pajama- clad ass, but again Vanessa just smiled at him, shushing his lips. "First, it's time for you to put on your uniform." "My uniform?" he protested; his anger rising, Vanessa held up a skirt and apron that seemed straight from a 'Sexy Halloween' catalogue. "I'm not going to dress up like a maid," he crossed his arms, feeling his erection twitch embarrassingly. "Mom insisted you'd wear it today... I really wouldn't upset her if I were you." John sighed miserably - Carmen wasn't done humiliating him by a long shot. He had told her he wasn't a maid, wasn't a girl: he never expected Carmen to go this far to make him eat those words. "Isn't there something you can do? I mean... this is crazy, she can't do this to a person against his will, and..." Vanessa smiled, already helping him into smooth stockings. "You're going to look so cute," she whispered with a giggle, and John blushed - he had no choice but to endure this until Carmen calmed down... perhaps cooperating wasn't even the worst of his options. Straightening out his apron while Vanessa tied the bow at his back, John felt absolutely ridiculous. His 'uniform' was clearly intended for some horny girl to seduce her lucky boyfriend, the short skirt barely covering the white lace panties that were snug around his pulsing member... the stretchy material of the bodice wrapped around his budding breasts, not quite yet creating the deep cleavage that normally went with such an attire. He fidgeted with the puffy shoulders and lace headpiece, not wanting to risk Carmen throwing a fit about them, but still balked when Vanessa approached with the shoes. "I can't wear those..." he muttered, staring at the black high heels. "Don't worry... women wear them every day." "But I'm not... never mind," he sighed - Vanessa couldn't help this, she was only trying to help him, and his main concern right now was ensuring Carmen would be satisfied with her revenge. The high heels pinched around his feet, and when Vanessa helped him up, he cringed as almost lost balance straight away. "Ahh... I c-can't... t-this..." "Just take baby steps," Vanessa whispered, holding his hands as she slowly led him through the bathroom, his heels clicking noisily with each step; the condense on the mirror at least sparing him the humiliation of seeing how he looked. "There... I think mom is going to be quite pleased - now let's see about breakfast, shall we?" "Oww... these things really hurt," he whimpered for the third time since they entered the kitchen, tears in his eyes as each wobbling step in the high heels was agony for him. "You'll get used to them... just make sure mom doesn't hear you complain, okay?" He nodded with another wince, the plates rattling in his shaking hands - the porcelain was heavy, and he wished Vanessa would help out instead of instructing him from her kitchen seat, but asking would be rude. "Hurry up, the tea water is boiling," she smiled as he cringed stepping back into the kitchen. He imagined her kindness was driven by guilt - he imagined his punishment wasn't helping his chances with her any. "You look so cute in that outfit - I'll go wake mom," Vanessa smiled with the cutest blush - she actually did seem turned on, and despite how embarrassed he felt, his hope glimmered that she was still interested in him. --- "How is our little sweetheart doing?" Carmen yawned, letting Vanessa help her into her morning gown. "H-he's doing so well... he didn't complain one bit about the bath, and made squirties all over his tummy when-" "Did I give you permission to let our sissy cum?" Carmen interrupted with an icy glare, and Vanessa cringed. "I... I thought we..." "What did you do to him?" Carmen interrogated, and Vanessa swallowed with a blush. "W-well... I rubbed his tinkle a bit... but I was also sucking his nipples and fingering his little asshole, and he seemed to really like it..." "Hrm... he won't have much time left to enjoy his shrinking doodle anyway. I suppose he needed to start his training sometime... is he wearing his uniform already?" "Yes... he only protested a bit, and he's not used to the high heels ofcourse, but..." "That little wimp has nothing to complain about, he's been given injections to prepare his tendons." Vanessa stood before her mother, her heart heavy, yet throbbing with unfulfilled excitement. "So... all in all, you didn't do too bad. I take it you'd really like to cum now, wouldn't you?" Carmen approached, lifting Vanessa's chin, and Vanessa nodded with a deep blush. "Very well... you can undress, and we'll make it quick. But because you went too far with him... I'll be the first to take his virginity, not you." --- "My my, look at you. Not feeling like such a big man anymore, are you Jenny?" Carmen scoffed as she entered the room; John hung his head, wanting to crawl into a corner, but was too insecure to even consider covering up his lewd costume. "Turn around," she instructed, and John docilely complied, squealing as Carmen cruelly pinched his rounded behind. "You really have no dignity, do you,," Carmen whispered, flicking her nail against the soft erection inside his panties, "does dressing up like a girly maid turn you on, princess?" John's heart was pounding - what answer could he possibly give to that? What answer was Carmen expecting from him? "Ah, look at that... you can be useful after all, I guess you just needed the proper motivation," Carmen declared as she inspected the breakfast table, lifted the third plate and knife from the table and walked over to the kitchen. "Now I'd be a terrible host if I didn't prepare something for my darling house guest as well... ofcourse, the maid has to eat in the kitchen," she laughed, finally gesturing John over as she revealed the simple bowl of gray gruel she was stirring. "This will be your breakfast... it's chock-full of proteins and those hormones you love so much, and you're going to eat all of it, and then lick the bowl clean, is that understood?" "Y-yes miss," he sputtered, remembering the proper way to address Carmen as Vanessa instructed. His heels clicking as he approached, he did his best not to show too much distaste for the muck. The gruel had a strange smell, and a quick dab of his finger revealed a slightly salty taste, but despite his hunger the prospect of willingly shoveling in more of those hormones was abhorrent to him. Why would she even tell him the food was laced with hormones, unless... perhaps she was just testing him? Making sure he learned his lesson before she would finally be satisfied - was that why she remained at his side, tapping her foot impatiently for him to start? His lips shivering, he took a small bite from the spoon, wincing as the foul taste hit him, but kept it down, swallowing the stuff with trouble. At least it appeased Carmen, walking off to start her breakfast. Plagued by the smell of fresh bread and morning tea, he couldn't resist eating at least something, feeling ridiculous standing alone in the kitchen while Carmen and Vanessa chatted lightheartedly in the dining room behind him. He wobbled uncomfortably on his high heels as he spooned in more of gray mush, fighting back his revulsion and tears - there wasn't even a seat available for him... He had barely finished when Carmen joined him again, giving the bowl a studying glance. "T-there weren't really hormones in there, were there?" he asked, blushing when he heard how pathetic his girly voice made it sound. "Lick it clean like I told you," Carmen pointed. "And ofcourse there are lots of hormones in there... how else do you expect to grow a beautiful pair of breasts?" Already halfway done licking the bowl clean, John shot into a coughing fit hearing her words, clutching his mouth in distress. "Go ahead if you want to throw up,," Carmen smiled, "but I'll have you lick it all up again." The last few licks were agony. It was almost as if he could feel his body being perverted even further, more and more of his masculinity siphoned from him with every lick, but Carmen's sharp nails in his neck were sufficiently motivating to not miss a drop, despite tears rolling down his cheeks. "Good girl. Now you're going to clean this house from top to bottom in your cute little maid outfit, aren't you?" He was no match for this woman; could do nothing to stop her humiliating punishment. "Y-yes miss." "Excellent. And because you've been such an obedient maid, I'm going to grant you a special reward to keep you entertained while you scrub the floors and dust the shelves. Do you know what this is, Jenny?" she asked, holding up a pink bullet connected to a transparent wire. "A... a vibrator," he blushed, recognizing the tool from Vanessa's drawer. "And do you know where sissies love to keep their vibrator?" He shook his head demurely, but feared he could easily guess the answer. "Turn around Jenny, and lift your skirt." Sobbing softly, he followed her instructions, his panties pulled down a second later. "In their little pussy ofcourse," she whispered, forcing her finger deep inside his ass; John bit his lip, trembling as he tried to keep his balance on the high heels. "Just relax... it'll hurt less," Vanessa approached him, lifting his chin with a sweet smile, and he nodded weakly. "There... can you feel how hot and wet your little hole is now?" Carmen asked, finally removing the finger she had been stimulating him with; the strangely empty feeling it left was soon filled by the long plastic bullet that Carmen pushed deep inside, then yanked up his panties high, securing the intruder in place. Vanessa gently stroked his stiff erection to comfort him, but it only intensified his humiliation. Turning him back around, Carmen dropped a small plastic box with a radial dial into his apron pocket while passing a set of earplugs to Vanessa, who gently inserted them into his ears. "There - you can use that dial to turn up your little buzzy to indulge your slutty cravings... and it will also let you listen to today's lessons. I see your little clitty is already erect, so let me give you a warning... if my darling princess makes cummies in her panties, Jenny is going to hand wash them while mommy spanks her cute little ass bright red, is that clear?" John swallowed and nodded, squirming with the odd sensation of the plastic lodged inside him. "You can ask Vanessa about what you're going to clean. Now you can start scrubbing." On hands and knees, wearing bright pink rubber cleaning gloves, John wondered what his friends would think seeing him like this. He had been boasting so much when he left - he was going to hang around at the beach all day, scoring with hot chicks, going clubbing at night... and now he was scrubbing the floor, dressed like a girly maid, a pink vibrator quiet in what Carmen humiliatingly referred to as his 'pussy'. Swallowing nervously, he reached into his apron pocket, hating himself for what he was doing. He cringed in surprise as a lazy buzzing started inside him, not more than an itch, but it wasn't until he calmed down that he could make out soft whispers over the earplugs. The lines were barely audible, and convincing himself he was just curious about what was being said, he turned the dial up some more, moaning softly as the buzzing became more pronounced. ."..-nice and smooth all day... math is hard... I always keep my fingernails clean and shiny... high heels make my butt look cute and perky..." He couldn't help smile - perhaps Carmen had a sense of humor after all, the 'lessons' sounded more like cheesy lines from a wind-up Barbie doll than anything serious. Momentarily relishing the undeniably pleasant feeling of the vibrations in his ass, he quickly resumed his chores. ."..I always check my make-up around mirrors... I wish my boobs were bigger... pink is my favorite color..." "I-I'm done with my chores... m-miss," John blushed as he stood before Carmen, trying to keep down his skirt to hide his moist panties; the vibrator had been relentless, leaving a wet stain at his ass, but his arousal had kept his erection dribbling precum throughout his cleaning, the lace embarrassingly moist. "So I see... next time, I hope you'll be more thorough though, I wouldn't want to be forced to let you use your tongue to discover what you missed, hmm?" Next time? Wasn't he punished enough yet? "I thought this was just-," he whimpered, but Carmen quickly shushed him, swatting away his hands from the hem of his skirt, then lifted it without hesitation. "Ahh... I see you enjoyed your lessons today." His lessons... only now John realized that his mind had blocked out the cheesy lines a long while ago, the repetitive sultry whispers fading into background noise. With a simple tug on the wire, Carmen popped the headphones out of his ears, turned him around and bent him over while she slowly slid down his moist panties. "My my, you're soaked... Jenny is quite the little anal princess, isn't she?" John blushed beet red, shaking his head, but when Carmen slowly pulled out the still buzzing vibrator, he couldn't help squirming on his high heels, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips. "I-I didn't orgasm or nothing," he tried to protest; she was just saying that to ridicule him, there was no way he actually enjoyed this... "I know... you did well. Vanessa will help you freshen up for tonight." Letting the hot water wash the fragrant shampoo from his hair, John actually felt a little proud at Carmen's compliment. It had taken a lot of willpower to stop himself from masturbating while he worked - he didn't understand why, but whatever all those injections had done to him, he seemed even hornier than before. Carmen wanted him to give in to the temptation today, no doubt waiting to inflict more humiliating punishment on him if he lost control, and he had impressed them both by keeping his hands to himself. An anal princess... that was preposterous, it was just... the vibrator had left him so sensitive there, even now just brushing his fingers down his crack reminded him of the nagging emptiness. He felt so strange - the cascading water teased his unsatisfied body, the droplets sparking an itching warmth in his chest, a dull throbbing in his stiff nipples, and for a moment he ran his hands over the soft mounds. They weren't breasts... they were just... "Do they feel good?" Vanessa whispered closeby, and John blushed as he realized what he was doing. "I-it can all be reversed, right? I mean... your mom is just trying to make a point, isn't she?" "Mmm... you make it sound like being a girl is a bad thing," Vanessa pouted, holding her own breasts for a moment. "No no, I didn't mean... but... it's different for me... a-and I wouldn't make an attractive girl anyway," he whispered with a deepening blush. "Well, we'll see about that soon enough..." Vanessa smiled, "Mom is going to inspect you tonight, so we'd better make sure you look as pretty as you can get." Inspection. As Vanessa was patiently brushing his hair, he pondered what that meant; more to the point, if it meant that things could go back to normal tomorrow if he 'passed'. He wasn't sure what lesson he was supposed to learn... but the one thing he did learn was that bad things happened to those who pissed off Carmen. He'd find a good college to go to, move out, and hopefully they could all pretend this humiliating experience never happened. If dressing up like a girl could end his shame tonight, he'd dress up as a girl. It was actually fun in a strange way - Vanessa seemed an accomplished stylist, adding weird bits of hair to his that made his hair longer. They picked out a stylish light-yellow cocktail dress together, wrapping tightly around his reshaped curves; and Vanessa found a pair of delightfully smooth silken panties to match; they even shared a giggle over some thick fleshy breast pads that she slid into place. His nails were next - first his toenails were delicately painted pink, then his fingernails followed, and he docilely followed her instructions and wiggled his hands to let them dry while she smeared all sorts of things on his face, even puckering up for the matching pink lipstick. Vanessa finally let him decide which perfume to wear. "Wanna see how you look?" Vanessa grinned, and John nodded with a blush. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Staring back at him from the mirror was a girl. A really cute girl, no older than fourteen, with silky, flowing blonde hair, innocent yet kissable lips, beautiful curves. The girl was blushing sweetly, slowly touching her cheek, turning slightly to glimpse the curve of her modest breasts; John felt his dick stiffen, adding to the girl's deepening blush, batting her eyelashes in confusion. A tiny bulge rose in the girl's impeccable dress. There was no mistaking it. That girl... was him. Chapter 3 Keeping up appearances "You look really hot,," Vanessa whispered into his ear, and he felt his silk-clad dick twitch, "I guess we'd better tuck your naughty tinkle in though, hmm?" Vanessa giggled. "T-this is... this is too much, I d-don't want this..." John panicked - how could he be getting this turned on just looking at himself?! "Shhh..." Vanessa smiled, giving him a warm kiss on his lips while sliding down his panties, then slowly blowing against his exposed member to soften it down a bit. John's confusion helped, and it didn't take long for her to tuck it neatly inbetween his legs, pulling the silk panties firmly back up, leaving his crotch a smooth V-shape. "As long as you don't get too excited, that should hold." John nodded miserably, stealing another glance at himself... or the young girl he had become. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and he froze. "That'll be our guests... c'mon Jenny, let's go introduce you." "W-wait, I c-can't...!!," he gasped, his heart suddenly pounding, but Vanessa had already taken his hand in hers, guiding him along on his yellow summer heels. Two beautiful girls were sizing him up from below as he walked down the stairs, both smiling pleasantly standing alongside Carmen. "Hey Emily, Rose - glad you could make it," Vanessa greeted them; John thought he could die right there, his humiliating outfit on full display to Vanessa's friends. "You know we never pass up fr