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The Sitter, Part 3
By Cal Y. Pygia
"Wow!" Sue said, staring at Danielle. "I love what you've done with your
hair, and your makeup is superb! And your dress is awesome!"
Becky, who'd accompanied her friend to her babysitting charge's home,
agreed, but she cautioned Sue not to give Danielle too much credit for
her transformation from Daniel into the beautiful creature who stood
before them, eyes cast down and hands clasped demurely in front of her.
"She's come a long way, for sure, but I think we owe Mrs. Johnson as much
credit as we do her daughter."
Sue nodded. "You're right, of course, Becky, but, obviously, Danielle's
heart sure seems to be in her transformation."
Becky stepped up to Danielle. Encircling her waist, she cupped the
younger girl's buttocks through the thin chiffon of Danielle's chemise.
"What about it, Danielle?" she asked, squeezing the younger girl's firm-
soft ass cheeks. "Is your heart in your sissification?"
Without looking up, Danielle nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"'Ma'am!'" Sue said. "I like the sound of that!"
"Me, too," Becky admitted, "although, at seventeen, we're only five years
older than Danielle."
"Mrs. Johnson's done a great job in feminizing her son."
Becky made a sour face as if her friend had said something distasteful.
"Let's not use that word anymore, Sue. The person who was Daniel no
longer exists." She gave Danielle's buttocks another, firmer squeeze.
"Isn't that right, Danielle?"
"Yes, ma'am." There had been no hesitancy, Becky observed, in their
charge's reply. Denise, the other sissy whom Becky was in the process,
aided now by Sue, of feminizing, and who had once been known as "Dennis,"
was a couple of years older than Danielle, and Denise's masculine
identity had been more fully entrenched than the younger boy's had been.
As a result, Denise still hoped to retain her virility, despite her
parents' insistence, at Becky's urging, that she dress and behave like a
girl. On the other hand, Becky was pleased to see, Danielle had given up
even the pretense of being a boy. Despite her male genitals, Danielle
was fully feminized, thanks in no small part to her mother's
reinforcement of the feminization regimen that Becky and Sue had started
as a way to bring the unruly "Daniel" under control. It didn't hurt
matters that Mr. Johnson also knew and approved of his son's
transformation into a daughter, which was a rare attitude among men, even
though Denise's dad, Mr. Spencer had also agreed, as had his wife, that
"Dennis" should become Denise.
"You sure look pretty, all gussied up that way," Sue told their charge.
"Don't you think, Becky?"
"Yes, Danielle's mom and dad should be proud of her."
"Thank you, ma'am," Danielle said, still staring at the pointed toes of
her high heels.
"That's a good thing, too," Becky announced, "because we're taking you to
meet someone today."
"Another sissy, like you," Sue declared. "We want you to be friends."
Becky lifted Danielle's chin, looking into her thick-lashed, deep-blue
eyes. "Actually, we want you to be girlfriends," she told the younger
girl. "What do you think of that?"
"Does it make your little clitty stiff?" Sue asked, grinning.
Danielle squirmed slightly. She said, "I'm happy to do whatever's
required of me."
Becky laughed. "That's good, sweetie, because, believe me, much is going
to be required of you."
Denise's and Danielle's parents had gone out tonight, to have dinner
together. Now that their daughters were going to be girlfriends, the
parents had agreed with Becky and Sue, their moms and dads might as well
get to know one another. After all, if things went as well between the
girls as Becky and Sue thought they would, it could be that the Johnsons
and the Spencers were going to be more like in-laws than mere
acquaintances or friends. Although most states prohibited lesbian
marriages, some same-sex couples were as much married as their
heterosexual counterparts, and, Becky and Sue felt sure, Denise and
Danielle, although Denise was an adolescent and Danielle was only a
preteen, qualified as a pair of lovebirds who'd meet this description.
"Are you looking forward to going out--in public, where everyone can see
you?" Sue asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
"You might encounter some boys from your junior high school," Becky
warned, noting that Danielle seemed unperturbed at the possibility.
"Although, if you do, I wouldn't be too worried, if I were you. You're
more than passable."
"Way more," Sue seconded.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Mrs. Johnson had laid out an ice-blue chiffon chemise, thigh-high
stockings, complete with garter belt, blue high heels, and a small clutch
purse that sparkled with ice-blue sequins. Danielle had donned these
feminine garments as expertly as if his mother had dressed her, and she
looked, every inch, the beautiful, sexy young lady.
"Are you wearing a matching bra and panties?" Becky demanded.
Blushing, Danielle nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"Crotchless panties or a thong?" Becky had made it clear to Mrs. Johnson
that she should select one or the other of these types of underwear for
Danielle to wear, in case things between her and Denise went beyond a
friendly kiss and an affectionate hug.
"A thong," Danielle admitted.
"Blue?"
"Yes, ma'am, with white lace and lavender ribbons."
"Sounds pretty," Sue declared.
"Thank you, ma'am."
"And her nails match," Becky observed.
Sue looked at the younger girl's fingernails. They were painted pale
blue. "Damn! Mrs. Johnson didn't miss a trick," she marveled.
"I knew we could count on her," Becky agreed.
"Shouldn't we get going?" Sue asked.
"Yes," Becky concurred. "We don't want to keep Denise waiting."
Or ourselves, Sue thought, smiling.
A week ago, after Becky and Sue had visited the Spencers to get their
approval of their plan to introduce Danielle to Denise in the hope that
the two sissies would become girlfriends, Sue had expressed her wish that
Becky and she could watch "the action" between Danielle and Denise, if
any should occur. "It's too bad we can't be there," Sue had lamented.
"Maybe we can," Becky had replied, sharing her idea of asking Denise's
parents to install a secret, hidden camera in their daughter's bedroom,
one that would film whatever hanky panky went on between the transvestite
lovers. That way, Becky and Sue could watch the girls' lovemaking any
time they wanted, at their leisure, as could the girls' parents, if they
were so inclined.
Taking Danielle's hand in hers, Becky started for the doorway, followed
by Sue, and the girls went downstairs, through the mansion's great
entrance hall, and out the front door.
It was the first time that Daniel, who was now forevermore Danielle, had
been outdoors dressed in feminine attire, and, beneath the frilly
clothes, her little cock stood upright, stiff and swollen, and her balls
were high inside the tight, risen pouch of her scrotum. She felt all
atremble inside--a little fearful, but, mostly, excited. She walked
along, beside Becky, proud to be pretty and walking on the high heels
that she wore with as much assurance as if the shoes were but the soles
of her own feet.
"If we see anyone you know--or knew, as 'Daniel'--I want to know," Becky
told Danielle.
"Yes, ma'am."
Like Becky, Sue hoped they'd run into one of "Daniel's" former
acquaintances. She was dying to see whether anyone who'd known Danielle
from the old days would recognize her in her present incarnation. Sue
couldn't imagine that anyone would, but it would be fun to watch an old
friend encounter someone who, only a few weeks ago, had been a friend,
but who seemed, now, a total stranger. Just the thought of such a
meeting made Sue's pussy wet and her clit throb. Was Becky's cunt in the
same condition? She wondered.
* * *
They were half way across the neighborhood when Danielle spied three boys
who'd once been "Daniel's" playmates. They were shooting baskets on a
court outside the local junior high school, which Danielle, as "Daniel,"
had once attended, before, according to his parents, they'd sent him to
live with his aunt and uncle to "keep him away from the wrong crowd."
School officials had discovered drugs in one of the student's lockers,
and this had been just the opportunity "Daniel's" parents had been
looking for to get rid of their son so that their "niece," as they
introduced their daughter to others, so they wouldn't have to enroll
Danielle in school anymore, might take his place. "I know them,"
Danielle hissed to Becky.
"Who are they?"
"Donnie, Bill, and Joe. We used to play basketball."
"They're cute," Sue piped up. "Aren't they, Danielle?"
Danielle felt herself blush, the blood warm in her reddening cheeks.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Remember, you don't know them anymore, Danielle," Becky stressed.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Also remember your heart belongs to someone else, namely, Denise
Spencer," Becky reminded the younger girl.
Danielle blushed even more deeply. "Yes, ma'am."
"We're going to take a shortcut, across the court," Becky whispered as
the trio closed the distance between themselves and the boys shooting
baskets.
"But Dennis' house--I mean, Denise's house--isn't this way," Danielle
pointed out.
"I know that, and I don't care," Becky replied. "We're going to take a
shortcut, across the court, anyway."
"We want the boys to see you," Sue whispered.
Again, Danielle blushed, understanding the older girls' intent. "Oh."
As they approached the basketball court, Danielle heard the boys' wolf's
whistles.
"Hot damn!" Donnie cried, spying Danielle. "Look at that babe!"
Bill grinned. "Wow! I haven't seen her around before!"
Danielle felt the heat of her blood rise to the surface of her cheeks.
Inwardly, she felt sort of sick, but good, too, at the same time, and her
cock, which was still erect, stiffened more. She was horrified at the
thought that her erection might make the front of her dress protrude,
giving away her "true" sex.
"I'd like to have a piece of that pie," Joe quipped, and the boys
laughed.
"You boys watch your mouths," Becky warned.
"We aren't talking about you," Bill countered. "We're taking about that
sweet thing that's with you, in the blue dress."
He means me, Danielle thought, both a little frightened and a whole lot
thrilled.
"You keep a civil tongue in your mouth!" Sue rebuked Danielle's former
friend.
"That's not where I want to put my tongue," Bill admitted, "but, don't
worry, it's not in you I want to put it!"
Becky pretended to be irate. Taking Danielle's hand in her own, she
hastened past the drooling boys, within mere feet of them, offering the
trio of fawning males a good, close look at their former buddy, but none
of them recognized Danielle, any more than any of them understood that
she had once been a "he."
Danielle had passed, all right--in spades!
* * *
Becky and Sue decided to have a little fun with their charge as they
walked the rest of the way to Denise's house.
"Boys!" Becky cried, affecting exasperation. "All they want is one thing
from a girl."
"They just want to get her clothes off," Sue agreed.
"They want her naked, so they can stuff their thing inside her," Becky
added.
"Deep inside," Sue clarified.
The girls watched their charge. Danielle looked a little nauseous--a
whole lot queasy, in fact. No doubt, she was imagining herself naked in
Denise's arms, her lover's hands cupping her buttocks and drawing their
groins--and their cocks--together. Probably, Danielle was wondering how
it would feel, emotionally, to be embraced by a girl who, like he
himself, had a prick and a pair of balls but otherwise was the very
picture of feminine loveliness. Sue repressed a smile. However it felt,
it wasn't likely to feel normal or natural, she thought. Still, it would
probably feel pretty sexy, maybe because it didn't feel normal or
natural.
"Guys like to put it up a girl's ass sometimes," Becky told Danielle,
"even when they have a pussy. Since you don't have a cunt--well, in your
case, there is no other option."
"I dated Denise once," Sue reminded Danielle, "when she was 'Dennis,'
and, let me warn you, honey, she has a huge clit, bigger than most men's
cocks!"
Danielle blushed, looking terrified.
"Well," Becky said, announcing the obvious, "here we are."
They'd arrived at their destination.
Inside, Denise waited for his date to arrive, unaware of the hidden
camera.
It was time for his first date with Danielle--and for Danielle's first
date with him--to begin.
"Put on a smile," Sue said.
"Tonight's your big night," Becky agreed. "Be happy."
Dutifully, Danielle smiled, but she didn't feel happy, not at all.
On one side of their charge, Sue slipped her hand through Danielle's arm,
while, on the other side, Becky performed the same action. With Danielle
between them, the older girls ascended the steps to the top of the stoop
before the main entrance, Danielle feeling as if she were a condemned
person who was about to meet her executioner.
Sue rang the doorbell, and, a few moments later, Denise, looking
beautiful, if a bit anxious, opened the door.
"Denise," Becky said, handing the younger girl's hand to their hostess,
"I'd like you to meet Danielle." She looked at their charge. Danielle
looked positively sick with fear. "Danielle, meet Denise."
After pressing her red lips to the backs of Danielle's fingers, Denise
invited the younger girl inside.
As Danielle stepped through the arched doorway and into the entrance
hall, she thought, Thank goodness Becky and Sue are with me!
It was only after Denise had closed the door behind them that Danielle
discovered that she was alone with her hostess.
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