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The Sitter, Part 2
By Cal Y. Pygia
"Thank goodness you're here!" Sue Garrison cried. She'd been waiting for
Becky Lewis to ring the doorbell for over twenty minutes. Seizing
Becky's wrist, Sue hauled her best friend into the mansion's grand
entrance hall, shoving the door closed with her foot.
"Ouch!" Becky looked cross. She rubbed her wrist. Then, she smiled.
"It's nice to see you, too, Sue. Where's the problem child?"
"In his room," Sue replied. "At least, he was the last time I checked,
right after I called you."
"Let's go," Becky said, stepping past her friend to lead the way. Like
Sue, Becky had babysat for Beverly and Clyde Johnson on more than one
occasion, and she knew the layout of the palatial residence. Daniel was
the Johnsons' 12-year-old son. His bedroom was on the second floor, at
the top of the stairs, to the left.
"Pound on the door," Becky whispered to Sue. "Tell him to come out."
"I've already done that," she whispered back, "several times."
"Do it again."
Sue rolled her eyes, but she lifted her fist and rapped loudly on the
locked door. "Daniel Johnson! You come out of that room this instant!"
"Drop dead," Sue's charge answered from behind the massive door.
"See?" Sue demanded. "He won't come out!"
Becky smiled. Without knocking, she said, making her voice seductive,
"Danny, honey, this is Becky Lewis, Sue's friend. Want to play a little
game with us?"
After a pause, his tone suspicious, Daniel demanded, "What kind of game?"
Becky's voice was sultry: "A grownups' game, Danny," she said. "A sexy
game."
"Becky!" Sue protested, whispering, "he's only 12 years old!"
"I know that."
The door opened, and Daniel stood before them. He looked unsure of
himself, even a little frightened, but he also appeared more than a
little curious--and excited. "Okay," he said, "let's play."
Sue had called Becky because, like all of Becky's other friends, male and
female alike, Sue had heard of how Becky had brought a recalcitrant teen,
Dennis Spencer, under control. It hadn't been easy, Becky had admitted
in recounting her success. Her charge wasn't called "Dennis the Menace"-
-by his own parents yet!--for no reason. He'd actually thrown balloons
full of paint onto the Spencers' front sidewalk before she'd gained the
upper hand over him. By the time his mom and dad had returned from their
night out, however, Becky had the situation--and Dennis--under control,
and the Spencers had marveled at her accomplishment. Tonight, Becky had
agreed to teach Sue her technique, using the unruly Daniel as her guinea
pig.
"Give me your hand," Becky instructed the youngster.
Daniel stood his ground, glaring at her.
"Do you want to play or not?"
"What's the game?" Daniel demanded.
Instead of answering, Becky held out her hand, waiting. "I already told
you. It's a grownups' game. A game that Dennis Spencer and I played at
his house a few weeks ago, when I was babysitting him."
"Dennis played your game?" Clearly, Daniel was impressed that his older
acquaintance had played the same game he was being invited to play.
Becky nodded. She lowered her hand. "Yes, he did, and he loved it, but
maybe you're not old enough."
Reaching out, Daniel clasped Becky's hand. "I'm old enough!"
"Part of the game is doing what you're told," Becky warned, "without
asking questions." She gave the boy a skeptical look. "Can you do
that?"
Daniel straightened his posture. "Sure, I can!"
Becky winked at Sue. "Okay, then, let's play."
Becky led Daniel by the hand, down the hall and into the Johnson's master
bedroom. Sue followed.
Still holding Daniel's hand, Becky nodded toward Mrs. Johnson's dresser.
To Sue, she said, "Let's see what Danielle looks like in one of her mom's
bra and panties sets."
Daniel tried to pull away from Becky's grip. "Let me go!" he demanded.
"I'm not wearing anything like that!"
Sue grinned. Crossing the bedroom, she opened the top drawer, removing a
lacy lavender bra and matching panties. "What about these?"
Daniel continued to pull against Becky's grip, twisting his hand back and
forth as he tried to extricate himself. "Let me go!" he cried. "Let me
go!"
Ignoring his demands, Becky considered the underwear. "See if you can
find something a little frillier," she said, "something more feminine."
Sue showed her friend a pair of pink thong panties with ribbons and lace
and a matching peek-a-boo bra. "These?"
Becky smiled. "Perfect!"
Daniel struggled harder. "I won't wear anything like that!" he declared.
"Help me, Sue," Becky called. "Danielle's feeling a little feisty."
"Stop calling me that!" Daniel demanded. "My name's Daniel, not
Danielle. And let me go!"
Sue laid the bra and panties set on the king-size bed. "What do you want
me to do?" she asked Becky.
"Help me get her clothes off."
Horrified, Daniel struggled so mightily that he nearly broke free, but
Becky managed to hold onto his wrist. Sue yanked the boy's shirttail
free of his jeans, and, despite Daniel's valiant struggles, managed to
unbutton and remove his shirt, leaving him naked to the waist. Between
parrying Daniel's attempts to land blows against her face, neck, and
shoulders, Sue unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. As Becky threw
her arms around the adolescent, holding him in a fierce bear hug, Sue
pulled his jeans down to his ankles.
Not bothering to untie his tennis shoes, Sue wrenched them from his feet
and pulled his socks off. Dodging Daniel's attempts to kick her, Sue
took raised one leg and then the other, making her charge step out of his
jeans. Now, Daniel wore only his briefs. She slipped her curled fingers
through the elastic band on either side of his waist and tugged the
cotton underwear down his thighs, past his knees, and along his calves,
making him step out of his underpants the same way she'd made him step
out of his jeans. Now, Daniel was completely naked--in front of two
girls! His little penis bobbled and waved atop his small balls.
Daniel bawled. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help himself. He
was mortified. "When I tell my parents what you did--"
Becky, still holding him in a bear hug, stepped backward quickly and sat
down on the edge of the bed behind her, drawing Daniel down with her. As
she did, she threw him over her knee, so that his bare bottom was up and
his head was down. He'd stopped screaming in mid-sentence, shocked by
the sudden tactic that Becky had used on him. One moment, he'd been
standing with his naked backside toward her, her soft-firm breasts
pressed against his bare back, and, the next, he was across her lap.
He was astonished again by the sharp slap of her hand against his bottom.
Pain burst inside his butt, and he lurched forward, his stiffening cock,
pressed against the nylon of her stocking, riding along her smooth, firm
thigh. "Ow!"
Another swat, and another, fell hard upon his ass, and he felt heat
spread through the cheeks of his bottom, even as a fourth and a fifth
blow landed upon his smarting buttocks. He wailed and whimpered and
cursed, each protest earning him an additional whack. His butt bounced
and jiggled under Becky's barrage of blows, and he felt tears, hot and
stinging, flood his eyes.
The flesh of Daniel's bottom was pink, the color resembling the silk
thong panties that he wore, which, as he lay upon his tummy, were
invisible, except for the thin waistband and the even thinner strap that
vanished between his sleek, plump buttocks.
"Do you know what 'in loco parentis' means, young lady?" Becky asked.
"I'm not a young lady!" Daniel sniveled.
Another resounding swat struck his bottom, and the boy lurched forward,
his cock, pinned between his tummy and Becky's silk-smooth thigh, jabbing
against the teen's upper leg. Another slap followed close upon the
first. "Answer me, you brazen little hussy!"
"No!"
"It means 'in place of the parents,'" Becky advised him, delivering
another, harder smack to his reddening buttocks. "In other words, when
your mom and dad aren't here and Sue's in charge--or when Sue and I are
in charge--we take their place. We have the same responsibilities and
authority that they have over you." She swatted his ass again, hard.
"Essentially, we are your parents."
Daniel tried not to cry, but he couldn't help it. His ass was on fire,
and, still, Becky rained down blows. Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Do you treat your mom and dad the way you've treated Sue tonight?"
"No," Daniel admitted.
Becky slapped his ass.
"Ouch!"
"Do you treat them the way you've treated me tonight?"
"No."
Another slap. Daniel's bottom was not merely pink anymore; it was red,
and blotches of purple were discernable here and there, as if his
buttocks were plums on the verge of ripeness.
"Then you don't treat us that way either, missy!" Another, even harder
slap sounded, rather like a gunshot, in the room, and Daniel gasped, his
hips squirming and his legs kicking. Nevertheless, he managed to say,
"I'm not a 'miss.'"
Becky fanned his fanny with six rapid-fire swats, one following so
closely upon the next that Daniel could hardly distinguish them. Fire
swept through his well-spanked buttocks, and his cock was stiffer than it
had ever been. His balls were high inside his tight, risen scrotum, and
he felt a tingling deep inside his loins--the same telltale feeling that
flooded him just before orgasm swept through him and he ejaculated his
seed. He pleaded with the powers of heaven that he not lose control, not
in that way, humiliating himself further by voiding his semen all over
Becky's stockings-clad thighs. "You're whatever we say you are, young
lady!" Becky contradicted their charge, "and Sue and I say you're a
miss!"
"Okay, okay!" Daniel cried, admitting defeat. Inside, it felt as if
something had given away, something vital and essential, something
masculine and virile. Just minutes ago, he'd been all boy, but now he
felt girly. He felt feminine, soft, tender, and submissive. Tears
flooded his eyes again, and he felt them wash down his cheeks. He gave
full vent to his ruptured manhood, his vented virility, sobbing with
abandon, freely and openly, without shame, like a girl.
Becky didn't know how many times she'd spanked Daniel's ass. She'd lost
count, but she guessed it was more than a dozen and a half, and his
bottom was red where it wasn't pink and black and blue where it wasn't
red. He'd been spanked well, but, she thought, perhaps Sue would also
want to deliver a few swats to the wayward youngster's buttocks before
Becky released him. She glanced up at her friend. "Has she had enough,
Sue, or would you like to get in a few swats of your own?"
Sue grinned. "I thought you'd never ask!" Without another word, even
one of remonstrance to her errant charge, she delivered half a dozen
swats, each harder than the one before, to Daniel's bouncing, jiggling,
squirming buttocks, rejoicing in the sobs and cries her blows extracted
from his unruly soul. When she was done, his ass was all-over plum-
purple.
* * *
The girls made Daniel take a bubble bath, daub behind his ears with his
mother's perfume, and don a pair of high heels and a bright sundress.
While Becky applied eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick,
Sue did what she could with their playmate's hair, curling his blonde
tresses and adorning them with pink ribbons. He looked not merely
passable when they were finished, but as girlish as they themselves.
The girls kissed him, each planting a peck simultaneously on either of
his rosy cheeks, and told him how beautiful and feminine he looked.
Then, they made him go downstairs and clean up the mess he'd made of the
downstairs before Becky had arrived. They supervised, directing his
work. By the time he finished, the house was immaculate.
"The Johnsons will be pleased, thanks to you," Sue told Becky.
"I'm glad I could be of assistance," Becky said, "but not as glad as
Dennis--or, rather, Denise--Spencer's going to be."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to introduce him to Danielle. After tonight, Denise will have
a little playmate."
Sue chuckled. "I guess they both will." She watched Danielle vacuuming
the carpet where, earlier, he'd spilled potting soil from a caladium he'd
overturned while gallivanting about the house. As Danielle, he sure
looked sexy in his heels and sundress, she thought. Indeed, it was hard
for her to remember that, beneath the cosmetics, dress, and women's
underclothes, Danielle was a boy, not a girl. "But shouldn't we get him
out of that makeup and back into his own clothes?"
Becky frowned. "Why should we do that?"
Sue glanced at the clock on the wall opposite the couch upon which she
and her friend sat. "It's getting late. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson will be
home soon. We can't have them seeing their son looking like their
daughter."
"Why not?"
"Why not?" Sue repeated, her tone incredulous. "Because, like I said,
Danielle--I mean, Daniel--is their son, not their daughter."
"Denise's parents were more than happy at their former son's
transformation," Becky told Sue. "They were glad to be rid of 'Dennis
the Menace,' and they've continued to make him dress as a girl at home
and to treat him as their daughter."
"You're kidding!"
"Why shouldn't they? As 'Denise,' Dennis is considerate, polite,
courteous, gracious, respectful, trustworthy, kind, and loving--all that
parents could want in a child of either sex--but, as 'Dennis,' she was
selfish, rude, insolent, disrespectful, vulgar, crude, and unreliable--
all that parents detest in a child of either sex."
"I see your point, but--"
"Leave the Johnsons to me," Becky said. "I'm sure they'll feel the same
way about Danielle, especially after they see how lovely she looks and
how ladylike and demure she is."
* * *
At first, Beverly and Clyde Johnson were horrified to see their son
dressed as a girl, but they listened, at first angrily, but then
contemplatively, and finally enthusiastically, to Becky as she explained
the transformation that their friends', the Spencers', son, Dennis had
undergone by being sissified. As a teen, the older boy had been even
more unmanageable than Daniel had become of late. Dressing Dennis in
girls' clothes and treating him like a girl, rather than a boy, had made
him everything his parents had ever wanted in a child. Feminizing
Danielle would accomplish the same marvelous makeover, Becky assured
them. It would be good for him to become a her, she argued--good for him
and for them.
At the end of Becky's spiel, the Johnsons were convinced enough to give
it a try, and Mrs. Johnson agreed to take her new daughter shopping.
"She needs a complete wardrobe," she told her husband, "and her own
cosmetics, too, if Daniel is going to be Danielle."
Mr. Spencer agreed. Looking at his daughter, he said, "Just make sure
you don't get anything too fetching. The boys will be on her like flies
on honey."
"Clyde!" his wife rebuked him. "Must you be so crude?"
"I wouldn't be too worried about boys," Becky volunteered. "With your
permission, I already have a playmate in mind for Danielle."
"Who's that?" Mr. Johnson asked, his eyes narrow with concern.
"Denise."
"My daughter, a lesbian?" he asked, frowning.
"What could be safer, dear?" Mrs. Johnson asked.
"I dated Denise once, when she was 'Dennis,'" Sue advised Danielle's
parents. "Your daughter's perfectly safe with her, I assure you."
"You mean--?" Mr. Johnson asked.
Sue nodded. "Dennis is gay."
"I knew it!" Becky cried. "Dennis--or Denise--kept saying that there was
no way he's gay, but I knew differently! He wears a dress better than I
do!"
"He's a gay guy, but he's a lesbian?" Mr. Johnson asked.
"As a guy, he'd be gay--if he wasn't a girl," Becky explained.
Mr. Johnson shook his head. "That clarifies everything."
His wife kissed his cheek. "Just accept it, dear. Our son's a girl, and
she has--or is going to have--a girlfriend, who used to be a boy, which
makes her a lesbian."
"Boys will be girls and girls will be boys?"
"You got it, Mr. J!" Sue said.
"Here's your pay," Mr. Johnson said, "and a bonus." He handed Sue a
fifty-dollar bill. Turning to Becky, he said, "And here's something for
you, too." He handed her the same amount of money.
"But, Mr. Johnson," Becky protested, "Sue was your sitter; I just--"
"From what you girls have told me, you both deserve Mrs. Johnson's and my
appreciation," he said. "Our son was a real jackass, but our daughter is
a proper young lady. It took both you and Sue to pull off that Herculean
feat."
* * *
On their way home, Sue in tow, Becky stopped at the Spencers. Delighted
to see Becky, Denise's parents invited the girls into their house. They
listened politely as the girls outlined their plan for Denise and
Danielle to become friends and, quite likely, more.
"I think it's a great idea," Mrs. Spencer agreed.
"The difference you've made in our daughter's life--and Mrs. Spencer's
and mine--is too great for me to question any idea you have," Mr. Spencer
said. "If you think Denise and Danielle are right for one another, far
be it from me to disagree."
"That's great," Becky said. "I have a favor to ask you, though."
"What's that?" Mrs. Spencer asked.
"Don't tell Denise that Danielle used to be a boy."
"You have our word," Mr. Johnson assured the girls.
"Do you mind if we see Denise for a moment?" Becky asked.
"Not at all. She's in her room."
"Thanks."
She led Sue upstairs, to Denise's bedroom. They knocked, and a high-
pitched voice asked who was there.
"Becky," Becky said, "and a friend."
"Come in," Denise said, and the girls entered.
Denise, remembering Sue from their date, smiled. "Hi, Sue."
The girls hugged.
"Wow!" Becky said, grinning. "You've sure done wonders with this room."
In the old days, when Denise had been Dennis, the room had been full of
boys' things. Now, it was painted pink, and a white vanity and a white
dresser, both trimmed in pink, and a large bed with a pink canopy
furnished the room. Dolls and teddy bears were everywhere, and the walk-
in closet was full of frilly blouses, ruffled skirts, lacy dresses, and
close to a hundred pairs of high-heeled shoes in all the colors of the
rainbow.
"Thanks," Denise said blushing.
Becky told Denise that a chick named Danielle had the hots for her and
they'd promised to introduce Danielle to Denise.
"She wants to be your girlfriend," Sue announced.
"Girlfriend?" Denise asked, sounding uncertain.
"You dress like a girl and act like a girl because your parents make you,
but you're not a girl, and you're not a faggot, either, right?" Becky
inquired.
"Hell, no! I've told you that a hundred times."
Sue repressed a giggle. How could a guy who looked every inch a lady
stand there, with a straight face, and deny that he was gay? she
wondered.
"So here's your chance to prove it," Becky said, "to your parents and
everyone else."
"What do you say?" Sue asked. "Want to meet her? She's cute."
Denise hesitated. She wasn't a fag, but she wasn't all that keen on
dating a chick while she herself was in drag. Still, if she declined,
Becky and Sue would have more reason to wonder whether she was queer--and
so might her parents. It would be better to date this Danielle chick
than to have people wonder whether she liked guys, especially since,
thanks to her parents--and Becky--she had to wear girls clothes and live
and act as a girl. It was weird, though. As a transvestite, Denise
still thought of herself--most of the time, anyway--as a boy in girls'
clothing, but now that Becky and Sue wanted her to date a girl, she felt
almost as if she were a lesbian, which, of course, was also being gay in
a different way. "Okay," Denise agreed. "I'll meet her, but I'm not
promising I'll date her."
"She's so cute any red-blooded guy would give his right nut to go steady
with her, even a guy who dresses and acts like a girl," Becky said.
"Hell, she's so cute I'm tempted to go out with her myself," Sue
admitted, "and I'm as straight as straight can be."
"All right, all right! I said I'd meet her, didn't I?"
* * *
On their way back across their neighborhood, Sue said, "Maybe we should
have told Denise that Danielle used to be Daniel."
"I want to know for sure whether Denise is gay."
"He is," Sue averred. "I practically attacked him on our date, and he
still wouldn't touch me."
"Maybe you're not his type."
"I'm a girl, right? For a normal, red-blooded boy, any girl is his
type."
"Touch?, but, this way, we'll know beyond any doubt."
"I already know beyond all doubt," Sue declared. "Besides, Danielle is
so damn cute, I'd go out with her myself if I was a straight guy."
"I still want Denise to meet Danielle."
"Why?"
"So both of them know they're gay, and neither can deny it. Then, even
any pretense of machismo will be gone forever."
Grinning, Sue shook her head. "Becky, you are a ball-breaking bitch
extraordinaire!"
She smiled at her friend's compliment. "A girl does what she can."
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