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Preface to Part 3a Firstly, for all of those readers who have been waiting for the conclusion of this story, I can only offer my humble apologies. Sometimes life doesn't afford us the luxury of being a literary dilettante. The details are unimportant, but again: I apologize. Secondly, I would again like to thank to all of you have read and enjoyed parts 1 and 2 of this story. I found your positive comments to be inspiring, and you cricisms interesting. Some of the reviewers have commented that they found certains aspects to be inappropriate, escpecially as they relate to the actions and scenes depicted for some of the younger characters. I can think of several sarcastic remarks in response to such commentary, but I'll maintain my lady-like demeanor and remain silent. :-) However, I make no apologies for the content of my fiction. Fantasy is not reality. Thoughts to do automatically imply condonement of action. And I will not be made to feel guilty for thinking any thought that my mind can conceive, for to do otherwise is to submit to the mental slavery of other people's thoughts. Enough preaching! :-) As before, please forgive my many spelling and grammatical mistakes. 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 imagination. Disclaimer: this story contains scenes of a sexual nature that are not suitable for all audiences, including incest and sex between minors. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, please seek professional counseling. *** *** *** NOTE: This part is split into Parts 3a and 3b, due to file size. The story is concluded in the Epilog. *** *** *** Part 3a Chapter Twenty-one: Wind Blows Karen sat at her desk and reviewed the dossier on Melanie displayed on her computer screen. 'So much promise,' she thought. 'What a tragic waste of talent.' She opened a small box on her desk, and picked up the telephone handset enclosed within. She dialed a long string of digits from memory to unlock the phone, and then dialed the number for a very specific individual. She waited for the warbling of the circuitry to complete its enabling of a secure conversion and for the recipient of her call to answer. "Yes, ma'am?" Helen's voice answered. "She's on her way back. Alert the Center. We may be sending them some 'guests' in a few days." "Yes, ma'am." "And Helen? I know it'll be difficult for you, but please, no unnecessary cruelty with the Miller boy. He didn't deserve this and we're going to recover him, if we can." "As you wish, ma'am," Helen said after a brief pause. Karen could hear the disappointment in Helen's voice. It was typical of her to be somewhat savage in her pursuit of the destruction of masculinity and all those that expressed it. But she felt sorry for the boy. 'Or girl, I suppose, at least for now,' she corrected herself. "Keep me apprised, Helen. Goodnight, dear." "Yes, ma'am. Goodnight, ma'am." Karen pressed a sequence of keys on the phone, replaced it in the box and closed the lid. She reached for the tumbler of scotch that had been sitting on her desk since Melanie arrived. She took a sip of the golden-brown liquid, and let it melt its way across her tongue, and down her throat to spread a comfortable warmth through her. She enjoyed rationing herself a portion of her favored Glenmorangie late on Saturday nights. It took her back to her youth, of pleasant memories and times near forgotten. Times before the pain. Before the Network that took away the pain and gave her Purpose. She thought back to when she met the woman that changed her life. Carmen was the only name she ever knew her by, but Carmen had saved her from the downward spiral she'd found herself in after three years of marriage to a "man" that saw Karen as nothing more than a servant and a receptacle for his cock. She'd been on the verge of believing his lies when he'd been killed by the police in a shootout. She'd been left with nothing. She'd even had endure the suspicion of the police as an accomplice in her dead husband's criminal enterprises. But she went back to school, earned her degrees, and accepted a position in a county psychiatric hospice. Lonely, embittered, despising men and their ways, she tried her best to help the patients to whom she'd been assigned, even the men, with utmost devotion. Then she'd met Carmen at an NOW rally. The two hit it off immediately, in all the ways that two young women could. It was nearly a year into their torrid affair before Carmen revealed her membership in an organization with goals far more radical than the National Organization for Women. The goal of the Network was merely the elimination of masculinity from the human experience; simplistic in its concept but intricately complex in its execution; nothing more, and nothing less, than the destruction of masculinity in all its forms, regardless of the gender of origin. Men would be domesticated; most would still be considered men, tamed though they'd be. Many would become feminized, either by choice or by the natural course of their life in a devoutly feminist world. In the view of the Network, the worst periods of human history, its most savage acts on both a national and a personal scale, were the result of 'masculinism', as Carmen had referred to it. Even when women committed barbaric acts, it was either due to the woman being dominated by masculinist ideas, or the result of having been driven insane by the acts perpetrated on her by men. In the view of the Network, once 'masculinism' had been eliminated from the world then a period of productive peace and harmony would result in a Golden Age for all Humanity. After Carmen had explained the basic tenets, Karen was flabbergasted, intrigued and excited. Carmen told her that the Network operated much like any resistance movement throughout history: small cells operating semi-autonomously, only cell leaders knew other Network members not in their cell. Only a very few women knew the leaders in their region; the women, Karen had been told, that had founded the Network more than thirty years before, and referred to themselves as the 'Sisterhood'. The Sisterhood had grown to an even one-hundred and that number had remained constant since. Network members would rise within the political and economic systems in their country to surreptitiously accomplish their goals. Occasionally, as age, disease or violence took a 'Sister', a replacement would be selected from regional Network leaders so that the Sisterhood would always remain one hundred strong. Carmen told Karen that she was being recruited to become a member of the Network, and that Carmen would be her cell leader if she joined. They had recognized Karen's talent early; her doctoral thesis on subliminal programming and the use of drugs in behavior modification had immediately attracted their attention with its incisive and insightful approach. In fact, Karen's work would eventually lead to the creation of tools like the OverMind software. When Karen had asked how they knew she could be trusted to keep this all a secret, Carmen had told her that if she refused to join then her memory of the entire discussion would be erased and she would never see Carmen again. She explained that there were few things, except murder, that the Network would not do to protect itself. Karen was allowed only a few minutes to decide, but it took her mere seconds. It wasn't until Carmen had explained the philosophy and goals of the Network that Karen had realized that her own view of the world was nearly identical. She realized that her dream of a perfect world, a world dominated by the ideals of peace, co-operation, love, harmony and nonviolence, would remain merely a dream unless something was done, something radical. And the Network appeared to be exactly the means to make her dream a reality. Carmen and Karen celebrated her acceptance into the Network like any lovers would celebrate a new life's beginning. Since then, Karen had worked for more than twenty years to see her dreams come to fruition. At times she became frustrated at the apparent lack of progress but she consoled herself with the fact that more than ten thousand years of masculinist domination of the world cannot be overthrown in the few decades through which the Network had struggled. It was daunting to realize that it may take a thousand years to ensure the survival of the human species. For Karen, like many of those in the Network, that's what it was about; they saw a bleak and fragile future for humanity if it kept its present masculinist course. But, bit by bit, small victories were achieved; gains were made in the promotion of the feminist ideal. The work went on. Over the years, the Network had encompassed every region of the globe. A few years earlier the Network had grown to more than two million members worldwide, and another management layer was added: the "node". A node was simply a larger cell whose members were cell leaders; these women never met face to face and maintained contact only by faceless, encrypted, and wireless communication. Each node chose a node leader to act as a direct link to the Sisterhood. Karen was her own node's leader, and she now faced a painful decision regarding Melanie. She had recruited Melanie for the Network and recognized much of herself in her protoge. She had grown to love her almost as the daughter she'd never had. But Karen now saw that Melanie would likely never mature enough to be rise within the Network. She might even be a liability if something wasn't done to clean up the mess she'd made. But how much damage had Melanie done, aside from the psychological damage to her sister and her family? How many people had learned of what had happened with her brother-in-law or her nephew, or Melanie's own sissy sons for that matter? Those questions had to be answered before Karen could proceed. Karen once more used her telephone to place a call. "Good evening, ma'am!" a crisp, yet sensuous voice answered. "Good evening, Barbara. I apologize for calling so late." "Think nothing of it, ma'am. It's always a pleasure serving you." "Something has come to my attention that requires your special talents. I'm issuing an official surveillance order for a Pamela Miller and her husband Frank." "Physical or electronic? Home or work?" "All of the above, dear." She scrolled through Melanie's dossier, and then gave Barbara the addresses and telephone numbers for Pamela and Frank's home and workplace. "Very well, ma'am. We should have everything in place within a few hours." "Excellent, Barbara! I knew I could rely on you." "Thank you, ma'am," Barbara said. Karen could hear her voice practically purr. "How else might we be of service, ma'am?" "That will be all for now, dear," Karen replied. "I would like a daily summary report delivered via the usual means. If anything extraordinary happens, please contact me immediately. I'll let you know of any change in plans." "Of course, ma'am!" "Thank you, dear. Goodnight." "Goodnight, ma'am!" Karen replaced the phone, and sat back in her chair, sipping her whiskey. She wanted to go to bed but there was just too much to consider. 'Poor, Melanie,' she thought. *** *** *** Josie awoke to the gentle touch of soft lips on her own. She opened her eyes, her vision slowly focusing on the tender, girlish face of Laura leaning over her in the semi-dark of Josie's bedroom. Josie smiled, and started returning her cousin's kiss. She felt her clitty stiffen immediately and whimpered when Laura stopped kissing her. "Hello, Josie," Laura whispered. "I'm going to sleep with you tonight." She lifted the covers from over Josie and slid into the bed, facing her. She snuggled up to her cousin, replaced the covers over them both, and draped an arm over Josie's shoulders. Laura resumed kissing her cousin. Josie immediately responded, returning Laura's kissing with all the passion she could muster. Every since she'd met her, something about Laura called to her. She licked Laura's lips and they immediately opened to let her slip her warm little tongue into her pretty cousin's mouth. Josie whimpered when Laura started suckling her tongue. She reached a hand out to play with Laura's nipples as they kissed, and was surprised not to find a flatness like her own chest but the soft swelling of Laura's little girl breasts, so small yet so wonderful to feel. She tweaked a nipple between thumb and forefinger and was pleased to hear Laura moan in response. Josie could feel Laura's big clitty harden against her tummy; she could feel the hot tube of flesh press against her, feel it slide against her as Laura began a gentle motion with her hips. Laura stopped sucking on Josie's tongue and broke their kiss. "Oh, darling Josie, you make me so horny," she whispered "even more than my sisters!" Josie wondered about that comment. 'Do they do this with each other?' she wondered. 'I wonder what it's like being in bed with so many pretty sissies?' "Laura, you're so pretty, so beautiful!" she gushed. "I want to be just like you!" "Shhh, sweet baby," Laura whispered. "We don't want to wake anyone." 'Especially not Mistress Helen,' she thought. 'She'd probably tell Mommy.' "You will become one of us, if you stay here, Josie girl," Laura replied. "You won't be able to help yourself." Instead of realizing the import of Laura's claim, Josie had other thoughts on her mind. She wanted Laura's clitty in her mouth. She wanted to know what it was like to suck her cousin's clitty, if it was different than sucking a cock. She started kissing Laura's face and her neck, kissing her way down to her shoulder. When Laura turned onto her back, writhing in the delicious sensations of Josie's advancing lips, Josie slipped the hem of Laura's negligee over her chest to fully expose her cousin's tiny sweet breasts, her taut, flat tummy, and the prize waiting for her below. She marveled at the creamy perfection of Laura's skin as it seemed to glow in the lights of the city and the risen moon shining through the window. She couldn't decide which of Laura's nipples to kiss first, they were both so tempting. She finally decided on Laura's left nipple and gently kissed it, and pressed her tongue to it between her lips, and then licked it. All the while her other hand was caressing Laura's right breast, softly cupping and rubbing her palm against it. Laura gasped when she felt Josie's lips encircle her engorged nipple. When Josie started licking it and sucking it, she had to press a hand to her mouth to stifle the whimpering moan that threatened to escape. "Oh dear Goddess, Josie baby," she whispered finally, "that feels so good!" She remembered the times her sisters had kissed her nipples, one time with a sister's mouth on each nipple, one sister's hand massaging her rock-hard clitty, the other sister's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, but the total, electric shockwaves of pleasure she was feeling as Josie kissed her far exceeded her previous experiences. The only thing she'd ever felt approaching it was when Dana would fuck her while Stephanie sucked her clitty, the pleasure compounded by the fact that their mother had told them repeatedly that they were never, ever to fuck each other under penalty of a visit to "the chamber." But even those forbidden delights seemed as nothing compared to how she felt with Josie. Her only regret was in knowing Josie wouldn't be able to fuck her with her tiny little clitty. But then she realized that she could certainly fuck Josie. Neither Stephanie nor Dana had allowed her to do that with them, for some strange reason, even though they both had fucked her senseless so many times she'd lost count. But she felt certain Josie would love getting fucked as much as she did. Josie could feel Laura's trembling shudders of pleasure as she kissed, licked and suckled at her nipples, and these only increased as she slowly kissed her way down Laura's chest, licking and kissing her tummy, even swirling her tongue around Laura's belly-button, until finally she felt the tip of Laura's hard clitty bump the bottom of her chin. She moved both her hands over Laura's tiny breasts, rubbing and tweaking her nipples. She raised her head and looked at Laura's beautiful, hard, hot clitty. She breathed in deeply, and felt a ripple of pleasure run through her at Laura's delicate, girlish musk, so different from the boys she'd enjoyed. Keeping her hands busy over Laura's breasts, she kissed the underside of Laura's clitty just behind the head and then, wetting her tongue, took one long lick all the way from base to tip, sliding her tongue back and forth along Laura's length as she did so. She smiled when she heard Laura's girlish moan. "Josie, girl, you sexy girl, how did you learn to pleasure a clitty sooo gooood?" Laura asked. She pressed her hands to Josie's over her breasts. 'Josie is a born cocksucker,' Laura thought. 'I wonder if Mommy knows,' she idly wondered as Josie slid her hands out from underneath hers, along her sides and under her bottom. Laura continued playing with her breasts and nipples as Josie continued her "clitty worship" as she and her sisters had come to refer to what would otherwise be called cocksucking. "I've been practicing on boys," Josie whispered in reply, and then resumed her worship. "Really?" asked Laura. "Me, too." Neither sissy stopped to ponder the meaning behind their words. Josie resumed licking and kissing Laura's clitty with ever increasing abandon, and Laura let herself float back into the rapturous delight of her cousin's skilled tongue and lips. When Josie finally took Laura into her mouth, suckling on the head of her clitty, her tongue teasingly licking around it, and sliding against her pee-hole, Laura used all her self control to prevent herself from cumming right then. Regardless, a large dollop of pre-cum squirted into Josie's mouth. Josie tasted the sweetly, salty flavor of her cousin's pre-cum, and realized that she truly was at her best with a clitty, or a cock, inside her. The only other time she felt as alive, as complete, as loved as when she tasted cum was when she felt her lover's hot, liquid fire shoot deep into her pussy. Laura felt Josie's warm, soft mouth engulf the entire length of her clitty in one swift suck, her tongue licking and swirling all the while. She nearly swooned when Josie began a long, slow, licking, suckling draw back up her length, only to be followed by a slightly slower suck back into her mouth. 'Good Goddess,' she thought, 'this girl could teach all of us how to suck cock!' Josie continued her rhythmic worship of her cousin's clitty, her pace increasing ever so slightly with each upward suckling. Laura wanted the sensations to last forever, but when she felt one of Josie's slender fingers slip into her pussy and begin a slow, gently wriggling around the rim, Laura yielded to the orgasm that crashed through her young body and mind. She felt nothing but immeasurable pleasure, in wave after wave, as it coursed outward from her clitty and her breasts. Josie frantically sucked and licked at her cousin's clitty, wanting every drop of the girlish sissy cum that squirted into her mouth. It tasted just like a boy's pre-cum, only there was lots of more it pulsing into her hungry mouth. Only briefly did it cross her lust-filled mind that Laura's cum contained no semen; she only knew she loved Laura's sweet nectar as much as she'd loved all the boy's cum she'd ever tasted. 'It's different, but it's still so wonderfully delicious,' she thought to herself. As she continued to gently lick and kiss Laura's clitty, she felt a similar watery wetness between her legs, and knew that, as had happened so often before, she'd cum simply from the pleasure of sucking. "You're so good, Josie," Laura said, caressing Josie's hair, still in the little girl braids she'd been wearing since her flight to the city. "Kiss me, sweetie." Josie scooched up until her face was even with Laura's. Laura pressed a hand to the back of Josie's head and kissed her softly. "How many boys have you sucked, Josie?" she asked, as they settled into a warm cuddle. "I don't remember," Josie answered honestly. "That many," Laura said, chuckling. "I should be jealous." "Have you sucked boy's before, Laura?" "Yes, sweetie," Laura replied. "A lot. Mommy said we needed to know how." Again, the tone of Laura's voice told Josie the story: what Auntie Mel wanted, she got. "When was your first time?" "Last weekend." Laura sat up on an elbow. "What?" 'No way has this girl been sucking only a week!' she thought. 'There's no way she could be so good.' Josie looked up at her cousin's shocked expression. "It's true," she said. "The first time I sucked a cock was last weekend with my boyfriend." She smiled and leaned up to kiss Laura's lips. "But yours was my first sissy clitty. I loved it!" Laura's mind was reeling. 'She's been sucking only a week? And she has a boyfriend, too? That's not fair!' "Boyfriend?!" she said aloud. "You have a boyfriend?" "Yes, his name is Bobby," Josie said with a nod. "We've known each other for like forever, but it was only last weekend we discovered that I'm a sissy girl." She paused, not wanting to hurt Laura's feelings. "And I love him so much it hurts." Laura was truly shocked. Josie was no ordinary sissy; that much she thought she knew. In her young mind, the idea of a naturally-occurring sissy was unheard of. 'Sissies are made, not born,' she thought to herself. 'Aren't they?' Josie's mother didn't know, which meant Auntie Pamela didn't make Josie a sissy, yet here she was: a sweet, affectionate cock and clitty sucking sissy with an actual boyfriend. 'Stephanie and Dana will never believe it,' she thought. *** *** *** "I'm Mommy's baby sissy girl!! I'm Mommy's baby sissy girl!! Sissy giiiirl!!" Pamela looked down at her precious baby, her precious sissy girl Faye, as she screamed in orgasmic release. Pamela felt her baby's cock spurt her cum deep inside her. Pamela's tummy clenched and released in near unison to the icy-hot jets of fluid shooting into her. As their nervous tremors slowly, deliciously subsided, with occasional aftershocks, Pamela continued licking and biting at Faye's rock hard nipples. 'I wish my baby had breasts,' she thought. 'Big, beautiful breasts for mommy to nuzzle and suckle.' She lifted her head from Faye's little-girlish chest and stared into the misty grey eyes of her very own girl, her sexy, wonderful sissy. Pamela's heart soared at the sight of Faye as she looked up at Pamela, a worshipful, blissful, dazed expression on her pretty face. "Yes, my precious girl, you are Mommy's sexy baby sissy girl!" Pamela said. She noted that Faye made not even the slightest attempt to move her wrists from where Pamela had pinned them above her head. "Mommy? Can I tell you a theekwet?" Faye said. Pamela felt her pussy squeeze Faye's still hard cock as she heard the childish lisp that Faye had started using in the last few hours. It was now automatic for Pamela to become aroused with each successive ascent of her former husband from macho male to complete and total sissy. "Sissy Faye has a secret?" Pamela asked in a playful tone. "Tell Mommy!" she ordered, kissing Faye on the nose. "Pwomith not to be mad, Mommy?" "You are Mommy's baby sissy girl," Pamela said, feeling Faye's cock twitch inside her as she said that. Faye's eyes closed for a moment, a smile of utter contentment on her face. Pamela watched Faye silently mouth the phrase to herself. "Mommy could never be mad at her precious baby girl," said Pamela. "Ummm, Mommy? When I came? I had bad thoutths?" "Was it about sex, my girl?" Faye didn't respond right away, looking at Pamela's breasts. Pamela saw where Faye's gaze was centered. "Sissy Faye? Do you want breasts like Mommy?" Faye looked back into Pamela's eyes. "Oh, Mommy! I want boobieth more than anything!" She paused, as she felt Pamela's wondrous portal to heaven clench her clitty. 'Mommy will think I'm weird,' she thought. She didn't know why Mommy liked her acting like a little baby girl so much, and she didn't care. 'If Mommy likes me being a baby girl, then I'm her happy baby girl.' It seemed so simple to her now childish mind. 'What Mommy wants, Mommy gets,' was so obvious to her that questioning such a tenet was to question why she breathed. "But that'th not what I mean, Mommy." Pamela lowered herself onto Faye, kissed her on the lips, all the while maintaining a firm grip on Faye's wrists pinioned above her sissy's head. "Tell Mommy your secrets, my girl," she said. "You belong to Mommy, you must tell Mommy everything." Pamela felt Faye's body tremble as she said this. 'The perfect sissy,' she thought. "Tell Mommy!" "Mommy ... umm ... when I came ... I felt ... I mean ... oh, Mommy! You'll hate me!" Faye's face contorted into an expression painful for Pamela to see, her little sissy's tears squeezed from her tightly clenched eyelids. "Faye! Don't you ever, ever, ever think that again!" Pamela gripped Faye's wrists with all her strength, and shook them hard. For some reason, she actually felt irritation, even anger, that her baby girl didn't trust her to love her always. She looked into her girl's frightened eyes, and her heart melted. "You are Mommy's baby sissy girl! Mommy loves you always and forever!" She looked steadily into Faye's eyes for several seconds. "Always and forever, no matter what! Now! Tell Mommy now! Tell!" Faye smiled up at Pamela once more. 'Mommy loves me always,' she thought, Pamela's words repeating themselves in her head again and again. Her tender heart flowed with happiness and contentment. 'Mommy loves me!' "Mommy? When I came, it felt weird. I felt backwardths." "Backwards, honey?" Pamela asked. "Uh huh. I ... it felt like you ... like you were cumming inthide me. And... umm ... I thought ... for a thecond ... that Mommy wath ... wath a ... a man cumming into me." Faye looked away from Pamela's face once again. 'I want to be filled with a man,' she thought. 'I love Mommy, but Mommy is Goddess. Mommy is a woman. I should be with a man. Lots and lots of men!' "Really, baby?" Pamela asked. For some reason, the idea of her little Faye being with a man was very exciting. "Does Mommy's girl want to be with a man?" "Yeth, Mommy. I can't help it." "Oh, darling baby girl," Pamela said, laughing. "Of course you can't help it. Don't try! Every girl wants to be with a man, especially sissies like you. Mommy is so proud!" She kissed her girl to reassure her. "Weally, Mommy?" Faye was astounded. She'd been having thoughts of men for the longest time, her whole life it felt like. 'Mommy says it's OK.' So, of course, to Faye that meant it truly was OK, that it was normal, even expected. "I've been thinking about men for a long time. I want a man inthide me, Mommy, cumming and cumming and cumming!" Faye continued repeating the word, with each repetition her breathing becoming more rapid, the pitch of her voice getting higher. "Yes, really, my precious little sissy baby!" Pamela replied. "It makes Mommy very, very happy that you want a man to be inside you, cumming and cumming." And the more she thought about it, the more it became real, and true. 'My little girl is growing up. My little girl is becoming a woman,' she thought. "Oh, Mommy! I love you, Mommy!" "I love you, too, baby!" Pamela replied. She thought for a moment about the maturation of her darling Faye. It seemed like only a few days before that Faye had accepted her place as Pamela's sissy girl. Faye had progressed from tentative panty-waist to expressing a passionate desire to get fucked by men, and the idea of her sissy being used and abused my men titillated her beyond her understanding. Her lust-filled mind resolved to see to it that Faye's wish became reality. "Oh, my sweet sissy! You don't know how happy Mommy is to see her little girl growing up!" Pamela finally released Faye's wrists, and nearly swooned when she felt Faye's arms immediately wrap tightly around her. She rolled over so Faye lay on top of her. Faye giggled. "I love my Mommy!" she cried. Pamela giggled in turn. "I love my Faye, my sweet sissy Faye!" The two kissed for several minutes before Pamela extracted her tongue from Faye's demanding mouth. "Have you been thinking of someone special, baby?" Faye looked to the side, and slid down to rest at Pamela's side. The way Faye didn't look at her, Pamela knew then that her girl had indeed been thinking of a particular man. Her curiosity demanded to know who it was. "Faye?" "I think about lotsth of men, Mommy. Every man I thee makesth me tho horwny I want to lick them all up!" She paused. 'I hope it's OK,' she thought. "Tell Mommy," she said. "Andy. Andy Rodriguez, Mommy." There! She'd said it. She thought of her son's boyfriend -- and she felt it obvious now that Joey and Bobby were "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" -- and she couldn't help but think of Andy. To Faye, he was a wondrous specimen of maleness, and she knew she'd wanted him forever. "He's tho handsome and manly, Mommy, he maketh my qwitty twitch." Pamela couldn't help but feel the truth of her sissy's words. She also noted the distinct lack of a lisp when Faye had mentioned Andy's last name. Pamela stared at the white stucco ceiling of her bedroom. She idly played with Faye's hair, as her head rested on a pillow near Pamela's hip. Faye had taken to sleeping with her head as close as possible to Pamela's womb, curled up into a near-fetal position. Pamela had awakened earlier, slowly rising from the deep sleep that had finally claimed her after the horrendous nightmares of the previous day, and Faye's insatiable appetite for pleasuring her "mommy". Even now, Pamela felt a sexual rush flow from her pussy to her nipples at the thought of what her once macho husband Frank had become: the timid, subservient, eager-to-please happy little sissy girl that was Faye. She knew that all of it, from the creation of Faye from Frank, and her own lust for furthering Faye's progression into the most perfect sissy imaginable, was the result of Melanie's use of subliminal programming. But Pamela felt entirely powerless to resist. She had decided it was easier just to think of Frank as his girl-self Faye; any other image was ridiculous. And that, too, was part of the programming, she was certain. Yet knowing that made it no less irresistible. Yet still, after every sexual collision between Faye and herself, her thoughts turned to her son. She couldn't imagine what he must be going through, subjected to the thoughts and feelings known only to girls. She thought back over the years and, being honest with herself, realized that Joey had always been what generations past used to call a "gentle boy," a euphemism for a boy without any macho pretensions. In other words: a sissy. Joey had never expressed interest in anything particularly 'girly', such as playing with dolls or dressing in girl's clothes, but he'd never been good at sports, had always been quiet, and somewhat shy and retiring, and all but two of his school friends that had come over to the house were girls. And his mannerisms, in retrospect, were decidedly effeminate, she realized. Only her mother's love had blinded her to the truth. So perhaps Joey would be happier as a girl? 'No!' she shouted to herself in her mind. 'No! He's my son! That's that goddess-damned programming talking again!' she resolved. But she still found herself wondering what Joey would look like as a girl. Pamela then remembered Joey's friend Bobby. As far as she could tell, Bobby had always been "all boy". So their friendship seemed odd, considering how mismatched the pair seemed. Joe had told her numerous times how Bobby had looked out for him at school when the other boys would tease him. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. Nearly 11:00. As she slipped out of bed, Faye looked up at her, but otherwise remained where she was. "Mommy?" she asked sleepily. "Where are you going, mommy?" Pamela bent over the bed, and gently stroked Faye's cheek. "Shhh, baby. Mommy has to go downstairs and make some telephone calls. Go back to sleep, honey." She kissed Faye on the lips. With an effort of will she just barely resisted the temptation to yield to Faye's insistent tongue pressing along her lips as they kissed. When she stood up straight, Faye closed her eyes, her face composed, a gentle, serene smile creasing her lips. 'Mommy's baby sissy girl,' Pamela thought. She silently cursed herself, even as her nipples hardened and her vagina moistened. 'I've got to get us out of this,' she thought. 'Or I'll go completely insane!' She picked up her robe from the floor where it fallen earlier that morning, and put it on. As she left the bedroom, she watched Faye sit up, stretch her arms over her head, and head to the bathroom. 'She's become obsessed with being hairless,' Pamela thought. She wondered how much like a girl Faye would look by the time she returned. 'Somehow, I've got to find a way to get that girl out of the bedroom and into the world.' *** *** *** Pamela went downstairs to her office, where she looked up the telephone number for Linda and Andy Rodriguez. As she dialed the number, and waited for the phone to be answered, she was still trying to decide what to say to Linda. She really wanted to talk to Bobby to see if he knew anything, if he'd noticed any odd behavior from Joey lately, but she had no idea how to broach the subject. "Hello?" Linda answered. "Uh, hello, Linda? This is Pam, Pam Miller." "Oh! Hi Pam! How are you?" "I'm alright," Pamela lied. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?" Pamela still had no idea what to say, but she was saved from that worry. "Actually, dear, I wanted to talk to you, too," Linda said. "Bobby came home from school Friday crying his eyes out. Is there something wrong with Josie?" Pamela stared across the room in shock. 'Josie?' she wondered. 'She couldn't mean ...' "Josie?" she finally managed to ask. "Yes, it seems she hurt Bobby terribly, and I can't imagine why," Linda replied, obviously misunderstanding Pamela's question. "She and Bobby seemed so much in love last weekend, Melanie and I couldn't keep them apart while I dropped her off at home." Pamela knew then that Linda was indeed speaking about Joey. Linda spoke as if Joey were already a girl, a girl named Josie, a girl in love with Bobby. Pamela at first had no idea how to respond but then realized the only way to learn the extent of the change in her son was to feign full knowledge. "Pamela? Are you there, dear?" Linda asked. "Oh! Yes, sorry, Linda, I'm here." Pamela paused briefly to consider her next words. "I was just wondering why Josie didn't say anything to me about it." "I don't know either, Pam," Linda said. "Bobby said she'd acted strange all this past week at school, even pretending to be a boy of all things." Linda laughed. "After what I witnessed here last weekend, that would sure be a stretch." "Melanie didn't get too specific about what happened, Linda," Pamela said. "What exactly went on between Josie and Bobby." "Well, dear, not to be too vulgar, but the two lovebirds were fucking like rabbits, every chance they got," Linda answered. "And your little Josie is one of the most accomplished cocksuckers I've ever seen. Did you teach her that, Pam?" When Pamela didn't respond right away, Linda said: "I'm sorry if my language offended, Pam." "Oh, no, Linda, I'm not offended." Pamela wasn't offended by mere words. She and Faye had used much coarser language in the past few days as they explored their strange, changing relationship. Yet, as numbed as she thought she'd been by the events of the past several days, this revelation about her son took her away not only her breath but rational thought as well. "Oh, good, Pam," Linda said. "I still wonder why Josie acted the way she did this week. When we introduced Josie to her Aunt Melanie, she seemed completely happy and totally at east with her new self. Did something happen to change that?" "I really don't know, Linda," Pamela replied. Her mind was still dazed from Linda's comments about her son having sex with another boy. In and of itself that didn't bother her in the slightest. Indeed, she'd had a feeling for several months where Joey's already effeminate nature would lead him. But this sudden onset of overt feminine behavior over the past few weeks, even to evidently taking a girl's name and having a boyfriend, now made complete sense in light of what she now knew Melanie had been doing. When she remembered her son speaking in the lilting sing-song of a young girl on Friday night, sounding so happy about being pretty in a nightie, she now realized, without a doubt, that Melanie had indeed been turning her son into a girl, just as she had with Joey's father. "Pam, is everything alright at home?" Linda asked, after Pamela didn't speak again for a couple of minutes. "I get the feeling that Melanie didn't tell you about Josie." "I'm sorry, Linda, so much had been going on here," Pamela replied. She wanted so much to talk to someone, anyone, about the disaster that her own sister had visited upon her family. She wondered if Linda would be able to understand, but knew she really had no alternatives. She needed help. She knew her own mind was too befuddled by Melanie's programming to deal with the situation any further. "Oh, dear Goddess! Linda, you've got to help me!" she cried out. "Can you please come over right away?" "We'll be right there, Pam!" Linda replied. Chapter Twenty-two: Dawn Before the Dark Pamela continued sobbing even after the line was disconnected. She felt incredibly hopeless and powerless to resist whatever was to come. Her last hope, to prevent Melanie from inflicting her twisted schemes upon her son, had been dashed. After several minutes she managed to replace the phone in its charger, get up from the chair, and head upstairs to get dressed. Her life may lay in ruins now but maybe, just maybe, it could be pieced back together again. In their bathroom she found Faye standing completely naked at the sink, blow-drying her still short hair, brushing it as it was being dried into as close to a short-styled feminine hair-do as she could. Pamela smelled what seemed to have become Faye's signature fragrance: lavender. 'From the after-shave lotion, no doubt,' she thought. Sure enough, as she stepped closer to her darling sissy, she caressed her tight little bottom, feeling the skin as smooth as any girl's. She looked in the mirror to see Faye's eyes close and a smile lift the corners of her lips; she continued her caresses around to Faye's tummy and down to her freshly-shaven crotch. She idly played with Faye's long, soft clitty as she kissed the back of her girl's neck. "Oh, Mommy," Faye breathed. "That feelth tho good! Tho, tho good!" "I'm glad you like it, baby," Pamela replied. She couldn't help herself. Through all the pain and guilt and anger over what had happened to Frank, to Joey, and to herself, as soon as she saw her precious sissy girl she was unable to resist the waves of lust that pervaded her entire being. Rationally, she knew it was programmed but it didn't matter. She still felt the overwhelming lust, the deep need to further her darling's progression into the ultimate sissy. And then she remembered her conversation with Linda. "Baby girl?" she asked, slipping her arms around Faye's waist and pulling Faye against her. "Yeth, Mommy," Faye answered. She switched off the hair dryer and set it and the brush on the bathroom counter, then turned and wrapped her arms around Pamela's shoulders. "We have guests coming over in just a little while." "Oh, goodie! Who ith it, Mommy?" Faye couldn't wait for her mommy to let her dress up for other people. She wanted to leave the bedroom so much. 'I want to make Mommy proud of me!' she thought. 'I've gotten so much better at being a pretty sissy!' "Do you remember Linda Rodriguez, honey?" Pamela asked. She saw the light of recognition cross her sissy's pretty face. "Mithtreth Linda?" Faye asked. "Doeth that mean, umm ... will Mithter, umm ..." Faye felt her heart pounding in her chest. If Mrs. Rodriguez was coming over, would that mean, could that mean that Andy would be coming over, too? 'Goddess, please, please, let him come to visit. I want him soo much!' Pamela smiled at her sissy's consternation. Pamela knew now why Faye's face had lit up when she mentioned Linda's name. "I don't know, baby. Andy might not be coming." She saw Faye's face fall in disappointment. "But he might." Faye's happy expression returned. "Oh, golly, Mommy, I hope he doeth!" "Just in case, baby girl, I want you to get fully dressed into an outfit I pick out for you." She saw Faye's eyes go wide. "That's right, honey bunny! It's time for you to come out and see the wonderful world outside, a world that I know will love you as much as I do." Faye wrapped her arms around Pamela in a fierce hug. 'Mommy does love me! She wants me to be loved by everyone!' she thought. Her only worry was whether Andy would love her, too. No-one but her mommy and Andy mattered to her just then. "Oh, Mommy, I love you tho much!" she said. "I love you, too, my precious baby sissy girl!" Pamela replied, returning Faye's surprisingly strong hug. She hoped she was doing the right thing introducing Faye to the world. But she also felt that the only sure-fire way for Linda, or Andy if he came, to believe her story about Melanie was to present the thoroughly sissified Faye as evidence. And a part of her, the part that felt the pleasure rippling from her moistening vagina to the hardened tips of her nipples, was thrilled with the idea of showing off her very own sissy. "Now, my girl, you finish your hair while mommy selects your debut outfit." "OK, Mommy!" Faye obediently released her hug, and turned back to the mirror. Pamela watched for a moment as Faye used the brush on her hair. 'Not too bad, considering what she had to work with,' she thought. 'My darling is coming along quite nicely.' She took off her robe and dropped it in the hamper. She decided to select both her and Faye's outfits before taking a shower. Standing in her walk-in closet brought a thrill to her senses. The contrast between the large selection of clothing, and her naked body, was absolutely delicious, she realized. At first she couldn't decided on the proper clothing for her and her sissy but the idea of contrast struck her as somehow entirely appropriate. For herself, she selected a pair of cream-colored Capri pants and a matching sheer, dropped-cowl long-sleeved blouse. For Faye, since this was her debut as a sissy, Pamela knew that only an outfit dominated by pink would do. In keeping with the theme of contrast, she selected a blush pink, baby-doll-style cocktail dress with the hem, collar and cuffs trimmed in delicate, white lace. It was a dress she'd worn only once, at Frank's insistence, to some country-club function that spring. She remembered how she had felt nearly naked in it, and somehow ridiculous in the outfit's "little girl" femininity. It now seemed perfect for her sissy girl and she knew that Faye would be thrilled with it. She also selected a pair of white high-heels for herself, and a pair of white flats for her sissy. Something told her that she must always try to be taller than her sissy. When she returned to the bedroom, Faye was seated at what was now "their" vanity, applying a thin layer of foundation to her smoothly- shaven face. She went to her dresser and selected a white satin bra- and-panties set for herself, and a pair of white cotton panties and a white, thigh-length satin slip for Faye. She set her pants, blouse and underwear on the bed and their shoes on the floor. She held up the dress at her side, with the slip behind it, and said: "What do you think, baby girl? Would you like to wear this?" Faye turned to look in Pamela's direction. When she caught sight of the dress, her eyes opened wide, and her mouth fell open. 'Oh, dear, sweet Goddess mother!' she thought. "Oh, Mommy!" was all she managed to say. Pamela walked closer to her girl, and said: "Do you like this, my precious?" Faye carefully set the sponge and bottle of foundation on the vanity and stood up. She looked back and forth between the dress and Pamela, at a moment lost for words. "Oh my Goddeth Mother!" she finally managed to gasp out. "I abtholutely love it! Pleathe let me wear it, pleathe Mommy! Pleathe!" Pamela noted that, as usual, Faye's clitty remained soft, dangling over her balls and swinging back and forth in her excitement over the dress she was being offered to wear. But her nipples had erected quite obviously, Pamela was pleased to note. "Of course, my darling little sissy girl! This is the dress I picked for you to wear to meet our guests." Faye reached out and pulled Pamela into another strong hug. "Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Pamela hooked the dress by its hanger over the back of the vanity mirror. "I'm going to set this here, sweetie, so you can try to match your make-up to the dress." She paused, and reached out a hand to cup Faye's chin. "Remember, baby," she said, looking into her sissy's eyes, "you must always co-ordinate your make-up and jewelry with your outfit." "Yeth, Mommy, I'll remember," Faye replied, her expression suddenly serious. "Now, Mommy's going to take a quick shower before she gets dressed. I've set out your undies for you on the bed, dear," she said, indicating the slip and a pair of panties for Faye. "Do you think you can get dressed by yourself, baby?" "Yeth, Mommy, I can do it," Faye replied, giggling. "I'm a big girl!" "Yes, you are, my darling, but you'll always be Mommy's little sissy." Faye giggled. "I love being your thithy, Mommy!" she said, and then kissed Pamela. "And I love you, my precious baby girl!" Pamela replied after returning Faye's kiss. "I'll be out in just a bit, darling." She went into the bathroom, and shut the door behind her. 'Another minute and we'd have been back in bed,' she thought. 'Later, later!' she reminded herself. 'Must hurry now, Linda's on her way.' *** *** *** Stephanie woke up, an arm draped over her sister Dana's waist. Sunlight streaked through the curtainless windows, illuminating the entire room with a yellowish, pink glow. She could feel Dana still asleep beneath her, in the deep untroubled sleep of the sexually exhausted. Stephanie's whispered urgings the night before had convinced Laura to pay a visit to their cousin, leaving her and Dana to themselves for the first time in many months. And both of them had taken full advantage, pleasuring each other in all the ways they'd been so carefully taught, and inventing new variations to suit their altered forms, such as suckling on their nipples, classic "sixty-nineing" they knew none of their sex-training partners would ever have engaged in, and more. Stephanie thought back to the time, just after the changes had started for them, and they had tried to console each other. They'd all cried themselves to sleep that night, their first night in this huge bed where they'd since shared so many delights. All perfectly innocent, at first. But ever since her deflowering, Stephanie had wanted to be with Dana. That night, as the boys fucked her over and over, she would occasionally look over at Dana, who watched in fascinated awe as Stephanie took boy after boy after boy into her. Something passed between them that night, as they stared into each others eyes, especially after Laura had brought Dana to another orgasm with her talented tongue between Dana's legs, simultaneous with Stephanie's cumming from one of the boys pleasuring themselves in her. Stephanie knew that her mother had observed their looks, but she didn't care one bit. She loved her sister, and wanted her, more desperately than she thought possible. Stephanie now only dimly recalled the brother she once had. Like her, he'd resisted their mother's attempt to twist them into sissies. Their mother had made no pretense about it: they were to become sissies, not girls. Not at first, anyway. Melanie had made it quite clear that until they accepted their fate, until they'd accepted a boy or a man into their "pussies" and orgasmed from it, they were just sissies, they existed for no other purpose than to serve, to be abused, to be tormented, to be punished for ever having been boys. But, when they finally embraced their new life, when the last shred of their boyhood had been stripped from them, as it had been from Stephanie, their mother had promised them complete freedom to pursue whatever life they desired. Of course, by then they wouldn't be able to conceive of any life other than that of a very feminine girl. Stephanie knew that that was the entire point of their training. Stephanie remembered the day her brother Daniel left, to be replaced by her sister Dana, as though it were only yesterday. Her heart wept when she thought of it. Her poor little brother had suffered weeks of intensive feminine indoctrination, and so had been entirely unprepared for the mind-ripping horrors of "the chamber." From the moment of emergence, there had been no Daniel, only Dana. All resistance to their mother's efforts had been wiped away. In some ways, Stephanie thought Dana lucky. Stephanie had by then experienced three full sessions, two in one day: the day she became a girl forever. She felt Dana stir under her. She leaned over to kiss her sister on the back of her fragrant neck, using her nose to smooth away the tendrils of hair that had slipped from her night-time up-do. She brought her hand up to gently cup Dana's right breast, softly stroking the underside. She sighed when she realized she actually felt jealous of her sister's development. 'I guess I really am a girl after all,' she thought, smiling to herself. 'I want to be bigger than my sweet little sissy sister.' Dana moaned, and rolled onto her back. Stephanie continued caressing her sister's breast, staring at her erect nipples. She finally yielded to temptation and bent over to softly kiss Dana's left nipple, then her right. 'Eenie meanie miney moe,' she said to herself, making a game of picking which nipple with which to suckle her sister awake. She decided on the right one, bending over to lick the hardened nubbin with just the tip of her tongue. She continued teasing it, slowly sliding her tongue around in an ever expanding circle around the entire areola. She idly wondered if Dana was awake yet, considering the increased pace of her breathing. Finally, she could stand it no longer and bent down to fully engulf her sister's nipple with her hot, wet mouth. As Stephanie began a gentle sucking on her nipple, Dana said: "Oh! Dear Goddess, that's good!" She used a hand to press Stephanie's mouth more firmly against her breast. She arched her back off the bed as a familiar tingling pleasure swept her from breast to clitty. She felt her clitty swiftly harden, sliding under the covers to flop against her tummy, the friction of the satin against her clitty-head forcing a whimper from her lips. Stephanie felt giddy once Dana had awakened. She had so longed for the chance to pleasure her little sister, so soft and sweet and girly. She knew Dana was the closest she would ever come to being with a girl now, and wanted to savor every feminine sensation her sister's body could give her. But she also knew, thanks to her mother's unflagging training, and "the chamber," that she wanted her sister's sissy clit in her mouth again, and in her pussy again, as it had been the night before. In her lust, she no longer cared about anything other than bringing Dana to the blissful heights to which Dana had brought her the night before. She knew she had a near physical need, now, to have cock inside her mouth, and her pussy, and Dana had certainly given her much of the latter. But now she also wanted to make her sister cum from getting fucked. Stephanie felt certain Dana was ready for it, and that she'd need no sessions in "the chamber" to enjoy these feelings. 'And to hell with mother and her rules,' she thought. 'Dana deserves to know how wonderful it is to be fucked!' Stephanie slowly kissed her way down her sister's breast, and across her tummy, her fluttering lips and flicking tongue titillating Dana's warm, soft skin as she went. She raised herself over Dana's leg, and felt as he sister spread herself open in anticipation. She kissed the base of Dana's clitty, softly, with just the tip of her tongue touching it as she kissed her way back up its length. She raised her face to admire the beautiful sissy clit that throbbed before her. 'So sexy,' she thought, 'so deliciously, wonderfully sexy!' She felt her nipples and her own clitty stiffen in response to the sight of her sister. She couldn't help but rub herself against the satin sheets beneath her, as she extended her tongue as far as would go from her mouth before fully lavishing her oral attentions on the hot, stiff clitty before her. She licked, and she kissed, and she suckled her mouth sidewise against her sister's length, from the base to the tip, savoring each ridge and vein. She heard Dana moan and whimper as she did this, knowing how much she loved having her clitty worshipped. After all, Dana had received such worship from their sister Laura on many occasions, as had Stephanie herself. They knew that Laura was the best of them at worshipping both cocks and clitties, even without a session in "the chamber." Again, in a strange way, Stephanie was jealous of Laura's apparently natural skills. Finally, Stephanie engulfed Dana's clitty into her mouth, taking it fully into her. Neither sister considered this unusual, having long since been unburdened of their "gag reflex." Dana felt Stephanie's mouth swallow her whole, and nearly swooned from the sensory overload. 'Goddess, she's getting almost as good as my Laura,' she thought. She felt Stephanie's tongue licking her, felt her lips caressing her as her mouth raised and lowered in an ever increasing rhythm. 'I'm so glad to be a sissy!' she thought. 'Those poor genetic girls have no idea what they're missing.' As the sensations from Stephanie's hot, eager mouth flooded her, she began massaging and caressing her breasts. When she tweaked both nipples between a thumb and forefinger at the same time, she nearly came. 'Too soon, too soon!' she thought, as she returned to gently cupping and caressing her breasts. She smiled, knowing she was the most well-endowed of her sissy sisters and she took enormous pride in that fact, and went out of her way, when her mother allowed it, to show off her nearly C-cup beauties. She also knew her figure overall was far more womanly than either of her sisters', and that was another source of pride for her. She was confident that once she reached high- school, not a male in the school would be able to resist her, no matter how they felt about her own past as a so-called "boy". She felt herself getting closer and closer to that state she called "rapture", when so much pleasure would flow through her that she would lose all conscious thought and experience only the tingly, warm, wonderful animal pleasures of sex. Stephanie could feel Dana getting close. She'd been trained, and had had enough experience, to recognize the signs of impending orgasm. Wanting to be sure Dana would cum with a clitty inside her she took one last, long, pull on her sister, swirling her tongue all around the clitty head before she released it from her mouth. "Oh, no! Don't stop Stephanie, please don't stop!" Dana cried out. "Dana, my darling, my love, my dear sweet sissy sister," Stephanie said, sliding up to kiss Dana on the lips. She looked Dana in the eyes, and smiled. "I'm going to give you what Mother gave me. I'm going to give you your girlhood." Dana just looked up at Stephanie. "Mother will be very angry if she finds out." Dana remembered the last time she'd displeased her mother, and had no desire to repeat the experience. But another desire was quickly overriding her good sense. "I don't care anymore, Dana. Besides, who's going to tell her? Your little snitch is with our cousin now." Laura's innate eager-to-please nature had resulted in many punishments in the past for Stephanie. She loved her baby sister, very much so, but Laura just couldn't be trusted to keep a secret. "I'm not telling. Not if you promise to stop talking and start fucking me." Stephanie and Dana both started giggling. "I promise, my sweet," Stephanie answered. "I'm going to fuck you until you cum, and then I'm going to keep fucking you until I cum." Dana's reaction could not have pleased Stephanie more. She lifted up and head, wrapped her arms around Stephanie, and kissed her with as much force as Stephanie had ever felt from her. "Stephanie, my wonderful sister," Dana said, after breaking her kiss, "I want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. I want you to fill me with your clitty and your cum until there's nothing left of us but our love!" She again kissed Stephanie, placing one hand behind Stephanie's head, another on her back. When she felt Stephanie's tongue probe her lips, she immediately sucked it in, pleased to hear her sister's moan as she did so. Wasting no time, Stephanie reached down to the floor beside the bed and retrieved the jellied lubricant that Dana had used on her the night before. She sat up on her knees between Dana's legs as she masturbated a liberal coating to her clitty. Dana watched, licked her lips, and spread her legs wide and pulled her heels back as far as she could. Stephanie squeezed another generous portion of lubricant into her palm. Bending over Dana, she started kissing and licking Dana's nipples as she pressed her fingers to her sister's pussy, sliding them around her and finally into her. She used her fingers to relax and loosen her sister's pussy muscles, just as she'd had done to her by those sixteen sweet boys who'd relieved her of the burden of boyhood. When she felt Dana sufficiently loose she let Dana's legs drape over her shoulders, moved her hands to either side of her sister's upper chest, and bent down to kiss her before pressing the head of her clitty against Dana's virgin pussy. "Are you ready to finally be completely a girl now, my sister?" Stephanie asked. She slowly rubbed her clitty-head across Dana's rosebud, occasionally pressing against it. "Make me a girl, a girl forever, my sister. Make me your girl," Dana breathed. Stephanie needed no further encouragement. She loved her sister as she loved her own life, but something in her needed to ravage Dana. Perhaps it was simple incestuous lust, or perhaps it was because she wanted to disobey her mother in the only way left to her. She knew Melanie wanted to have a group of boys do this to Dana, as it had been done to her, but Dana's virginity was something Stephanie wanted for herself. She was going to take it from her sister, steal it from their mother. These thoughts of her love for Dana, her lust for her, and her flagrant disobedience to their mother swirled around in her head at a dizzying pace. She pressed against Dana's virginal passage, at first gently, then more forcefully with each successive attempt. Until, finally, her clitty popped inside Dana's pussy. She heard Dana whimper at the initial pain, then felt her relax immediately. Their mother's training had done its work: initial resistance to a cock-shaped invader followed by a yielding acceptance. "Shhh, sweetie, it'll get better," Stephanie whispered. "I'm OK, honey, I'm OK," Dana replied. Her eyes were closed, but she was feeling no pain. She thought she might, and it did sting a bit at first, but now all she felt now was pleasure. 'This is so much better than dildos,' she thought. "You feel good inside me, so warm, so nice," she said. "Fuck me now, baby. Please?" "Yes, my girl," Stephanie replied. Stephanie pushed a little further in, and then pulled out a bit, getting themselves fully lubricated. With each little push, she felt the resistance fade, felt herself slide into her sister easier and easier, until she was all the way in. "Oh, Goddess, yes!" Dana cried. "That's it!" She opened her eyes, and looked up at Stephanie's smiling face. Feelings of love, and lust, and a deep, satisfying fulfillment overwhelmed her. The feeling of a hard, hot cock buried deep inside her made her realize she would never, ever want to go back to being a mere boy. "I love you, Stephanie," she said, her last bits of boyhood evaporating like mist in the early morning sun. Stephanie bent down to kiss her sister. She could see the new light of awareness in her sister's eyes; she could see the complete girl lying under her, filled with her clitty. She recognized that look, the same look she had on her face after emerging from "the chamber." But she knew now that Dana wouldn't need to suffer that ordeal. Tenderness and love for her sister filled her heart. "I love you, Dana," she said. "Fuck me now, my wonderful big sister," Dana said, a wicked grin on her face. "I want you to fill me with your cummies." She giggled. Stephanie kissed Dana again on her lips, across her cheek and down her neck. As she did so, she slowly withdrew her long, hard clitty from Dana until only the head remained. Stephanie didn't know whether Dana intentionally clamped herself around her clitty as she pulled out, or whether it was an automatic reaction, but it felt glorious to her just the same. She continued to kiss, lick and nibble at her sister's shoulder, neck, and mouth as she pushed fully back in, and then back out, slowly building a sensuous rhythm. Dana savored every moment of her deflowering. She'd witnessed Stephanie initial resistance at her "party", and her eventual acceptance. She'd thought at the time that it was silly to resist, and she felt the same way now. Better to accept, better to enjoy the moment, grasp at every molecule of pleasure, because that's all life really had left for them, it seemed to her. Accept and enjoy the process of becoming sissies to better enjoy the transformation to girlhood, because she'd lost all her illusions about it less than a month after their mother had so radically changed their lives. So that's where she let her mind go: to that place of blissful enjoyment of her new sex. She felt every ridge of her sister's clitty inside her, every bump, the rippling sensation as its bulbous mushroom head slid in and out of her. She closed her eyes and imagined herself with a boy, with a man, doing this to her. Someday, she would find such a one, and he would overpower her and ravage her, make her a woman instead of a girl. She imagined a particular boy from her class at school, the only boy that didn't seem interested in teasing her as she became ever more effeminate in her dress and deportment. 'Paul, that sweet, darling Paul,' she thought. 'He's so pretty, with his ash-blonde hair and wondrous green eyes!' As she felt her sister's fucking of her increase to a near frenetic pace, she pictured him naked, as she'd last seen him in the showers, saw him walk over to her, take her in his arms, look deep into her soul with those eyes, and kiss her, hard. And when, in her imagination, she felt his lips upon hers, she felt her sister's lips again, and she came. She felt her hot, sticky, semenless cum shot across her t