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MOM! This is a work of fiction involving the forced feminization of a young man by two man hating women. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. I would condemn anyone who would do this in real life. This story is available for personal download only. Use by pay sites or other than personal enjoyment is strictly prohibited unless approved by me. Comments and suggests are always welcome but you have been warned of the content therefore do not comment on the nature of this story. [email protected]. MOM! By Cheryl Lynn Carol Hester didn't know what she was going to do. She had to go to Europe for three or four months to finish up a multimillion dollar business contract that could lead to even bigger contracts. She let out a heavy sigh as she sat behind her desk, elbows down and her fingers sliding through her blond hair. "Tom why did you go and die on me like that," she said softly. Her husband had died from a myocardial infarction less than a year ago and now she was left with running their business. Tom had been a top notch petroleum engineer specializing in liquid gas transfer and storage. He was so good that he started his own business three years ago. He concentrated his efforts working with the newly emerged East European countries gas producers. This big contract would ensure the company's success and Tom had literally worked himself to death on it. She was a petroleum engineer and lacked some of her husband's knowledge but was confident that she could pull it off. Carol had met Tom while attending the university where they shared several classes together. They didn't get together until she became his lab partner and as they say the rest was history. After graduating with honors they married and Carol became a stay at home mom. It wasn't until Tom decided to start his own business that she became involved and began working full time with him. Now to make this contract work she would have to go to Europe and there was no escaping that detail. Her only problem and the source of her frustration was her son Peter. There was absolutely no way she could leave him that long by himself and certainly couldn't take him with her. With great reluctance she reached over to the phone, picked it up then put it back. "Damn! I can't do this. Not Mother! But she is the only one left. The temp services didn't have anyone and the few trusted friends that I have can't do it either. Hell! I doubt that she will even do it. She positively hates men ever since Dad......." She let her thoughts drift off to her now imprisoned father who had nearly beaten her Mother to death. That had been a horrible experience for the both of them. The next man in her Mother's life was a gambler. He managed to squander away what there was of her Mother's money and she lost her house. It was no wonder she hated men and voraciously let her know just how she felt about men in general. "But Peter is just a boy....perhaps that will make things better and she will come and keep an eye on him. If I have too I'll remind her who is paying most of her bills," she thought as she picked up the phone once again. 'Hi Mom, how are you doing? Look I have a huge favor to ask....can you watch over Peter while I am in Europe? I know that I am asking a big favor but you see......" she went on to explain everything and that she was her last resort. After a very long conversation her Mother said she would think about it and call her back tomorrow. Carol hung up the phone, sighed, stood up and grabbing her purse headed for home. When she got there Peter was up in his room playing computer games and barley said hi to her as she checked on him. Peter was all boy and played football for his high school as a wide receiver. While he did not have much height for his age he did have long slender fingers which could catch the passes and a reasonable speed. He was five foot five and weighted one hundred sixteen pounds. Lean and mean, he liked to describe himself, even if he would never make the A squad. He had somewhat delicate features and sandy brown hair worn in a longish style like some of the professional players were wearing theirs these days. He could be considered a nerd if his grades had been better and he didn't play ball. Peter was looking forward to getting his drivers license and dating. All in all he was the average teenaged boy who thought mostly about sports, food and girls. When he heard his Mother come in he had quickly switched his computer screen from a bodacious babe's site to a gaming site. Fortunately his Mother did not see the bulge in his pants when she stopped by to say hello. During dinner a short while latter she mentioned that she would have to go to Europe for at least the next three months and that she was thinking about having his grandmother come stay. Peter was surprised as he couldn't remember ever seeing her. Ted's parents had died when he was little and he barely knew his Mother's Mother. As a matter of fact he really didn't know her. She never sent him any gifts; birthday or holiday cards and there were no pictures of her in the house that he knew of. It did not come as a shock to Carol when Peter stated rather firmly "I don't need no baby sitter" and that he was old enough to make it on his own. She was too tired to argue with him. She told him that someone would be supervising him until she returned at the end of summer or early fall. Peter left the table saying that she had no right to do this to him. He slammed his bedroom door knowing that it would piss her off, went to his computer and pulled up a porn site. Carol's day seemed a total disaster so she decided to take a hot bath and go to bed. As she laid back in her antique footed bath she began thinking about her mother. They did not have a typical mother daughter relationship. Her mother was rather wild in her earlier years and did not settle down until after her last relationship. Between the beating and financial losses her entire demeanor changed. Losing the house meant that she now had to live in a run down trailer park that Carol paid the rent on. She became spiteful and mean spirited depending on Carol's charity and a job working in a lesbian bar. Recently her mother seemed to have mellowed out after quitting her bar job but Carol still had second thoughts about letting her be responsible for Peter. "Maybe if she agrees to watch over Peter it will actually help her. In any case I don't have much choice. Its either she comes or I take Peter with me with the hope that someone over there is qualified to watch over him," she thought. Ooo Carol dropped Peter off at school and headed to her office. "Mom, please come through for me. I only have two weeks before I have to leave. I don't want to have to trust some foreigner who may not even speak English watch him and it can be dangerous over there," she thought as she went into her office. Around noon her phone rang. Putting the receiver to her ear she heard, "Your business has been preauthorized." "Damn another one of those infernal computerized calls. When this contract goes through, the first thing I'm going to do is hire a secretary. Shit I was hoping that would be Mom calling," she said. By mid-afternoon she was getting ready to go home when the phone rang. "Hello," she said tentatively thinking that it was another annoying call. Instead she heard her Mother's voice, "Alright Carol I'll do it but there are going to be conditions." "Sure Mom whatever and I'll owe you big time for this," Carol happily replied. "Not so fast Carol. You haven't heard my conditions yet. First, I want a duly executed and notarized power of attorney over your boy giving me total authority no matter what and a statement that you will hold me harmless in case what I do does not meet with your approval. Second, I want your written permission to punish the boy however I think appropriate. It doesn't have to be notarized. It's just so I can show it to the boy so he knows I'm really in charge. Third, I must have access to sufficient funds to run the house, pay the bills and whatever. You can either get me on your checking account and credit cards or you can deposit those funds directly into my account. Forth, just in case you don't make it back before school starts, I want another executed and notarized document giving me full authorization in all of his school matters. Finally, when you no longer need my services you will pay me $3,000 for every month I take care of him. Now if you are willing to meet all of my conditions, I'll be there in about a week and a half." The line was silent for a minute while Carol digested what her Mother had demanded. She didn't have a problem with most of her demands as they seemed logical given the legal climate but having to pay her so much for something she should have done willingly. That bothered her but she was over a barrel and didn't have a choice. "Alright Mom I will get the documents together by the time you get here. Just let me know when you will arrive. Bye," she said and hung up the phone. As she walked out the door and turned off the lights, she thought that she should feel better than she did now that Peter was taken care of. Ooo It was Friday and the last day of school. Peter was looking forward to the summer. He was planning on spending a lot of time with his buds. His Grandmother had arrived the day before and he had taken an instant dislike to her. She was big, fat and looked more like a man than a woman. Not only that but she had an attitude and way about her that scared him. She certainly wasn't your stereotypical grandmother by any stretch of the imagination. Peter had decided then and there that he would spend as much time as he could away from her. His mom drove up and Peter could see his Grandmother sitting in the passenger seat. So he threw his book bag into the back seat and hurried after. Forty five minutes later they were at the airport and parked at a departure gate. Carol got out after opening the trunk and Grandmother slid over to the driver's seat. As the porters took charge of the luggage she opened the passenger door and leaned in. "Peter you be good to your Grandmother and do what she tells you. I'm going to really miss you but I have to go. Here now give me a big hug and kiss," she said. As his mother hurried after the luggage Peter started to get out of the back seat and move to the front when his Grandmother told him to stay where he was. He didn't like sitting in the back like some little kid but his Grandmother had already put the car in gear. Sitting back into the seat he folded his arms around his chest, pouted and said softly, "This sucks." "What was that?" his Grandmother almost shouted. "Not....nothing. I didn't say anything," he replied sullenly. "Well we are going to have a talk when I get you home. If you think that you are going to be able to do anything you want while your mother is away you can get those ideas out of your head right now," she barked at him. "Like I am going to put up with any of your shit!" he thought. When they got back to the house Peter threw his book bag down on the floor and headed for the refrigerator. He stopped in his tracks when he heard her bellow, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Pick up that book bag and take it to your room right now. Then get your ass back in here." "What? You can't talk like that to me! Who do you think you are? You're not my mother," he said heatedly. Peter was furious. It wasn't that she told him to pick up his stuff it was because his mother just left him, he had to sit in the back seat and now his so called grandmother was telling him what to do. It was too much for him and he began screaming at her. She stood there frowning down at him letting him have his tantrum. As he began to wind down, she slapped him across the face hard sending him to the floor. Reaching down she grabbed his left ear lobe and pulled him to his feet and dragged the screaming youth into the bathroom where she flung him to the floor. She reached into the closet and pulled out a white plastic bib apron and put it on. Next she removed a pair of latex gloves and pulled them on. Reaching back into the closet she removed a large red rubber bag with a long white hose with a white plastic ridged nozzle. She filled it with warm water after adding a bit of liquid soap and a few drops of perfume then hung it from the shower rod. She reached down and pulled the still crying boy up by his shirt collar and soon had him naked. Bending him over the tubs side, she forced the plastic nozzle deeply into his puckered anus. His screams became louder as she worked the nozzle in and out of his rectum. She grabbed his jockey shorts and stuffed them into his mouth as she let the watery mixture flow. She held him down by the scruff of his neck until the bag was completely empty. By this point Peter was too exhausted to move or resist further. His grandmother went back to the closet and pulled out a super tampon and removed its wrapper. Going back over to the boy, she removed the nozzle and quickly inserted the tampon, tugged on the string to seat it tightly against his anal opening and slapped his ass cheek hard as she stood up. She left him there sobbing and went to her bedroom. When she came back she had a large wooden hairbrush in her hand. "Now I am going to give you something to really cry about," she said. When she finished spanking him, his ass and upper thighs were an even colored bright red. His swollen stomach testified to the quart of water that had been injected into his rectum. Dragging him over to the closet she pulled out a super maxi pad and after taking off the wrapper placed it into the bright yellow panty girdle's nylon crotch that she had brought back with her. Next she bent down and pulled it up his legs. She made sure that the pad nestled tightly into the crack of his ass then pushed his gentiles back between his legs before jerking it firmly into place. He screamed as she did this though it was muffled by the jockey shorts stuffed into his mouth. Next she dragged him into her room where she tossed him face up onto the bed and pulled the jockey's from his mouth. She quickly removed her jeans and white cotton panties and straddled his face. She slowly lowered herself down, her hot hairy pussy settled down on his mouth. "Alright you little asshole start licking and sucking or you'll get another tanning. The sooner you get me to cum the sooner you get to take a shit." She told him. The smell emanating from her pussy was horrible. It smelled of old piss and dead fish. Not only that but he could see tiny balls of tissue stuck in the thick black pussy hairs. He wanted to throw up but he didn't have time as her thick pussy lips engulfed his. She rode him for what seemed like hours but finally she rolled her fat butt off him. Her slimy juices covered his lower face and nose. She reached over and scooped up a glob on her finger and thrust it into his nostrils. "You're gonna learn to love that smell," she said with a laugh. With her weight off him Peter found the energy to jump off the bed and rush to the bathroom where he puked his guts out. His grandmother entered the room a few minutes later and told him to take a shit, then a shower and call her when he finished. He stood on wobbly feet the smell of her still strong enough to bring a burst of the dry heaves. Finally, after blowing his nose several times, he was able to pull off the girdle. Sitting down he removed the tampon and let the enema drain from his exhausted body. The hot shower helped revive him and he even snorted some of the spray. When the water hit his sinuses it burned but he didn't care. He would do anything to get that horrid smell out of his nose. Out of the shower he was exhausted and sore all over but her smell was greatly diminished. When he called she came back into the bathroom still wearing her gloves and white plastic apron. She went over to the closet and pulled out a bottle and squeezed a large dollop of pink cream into her palm. She told him to stand up straight with his arms straight out and his legs apart. She began spreading the cream from his neck down all the way to his toes. She made sure to put a generous amount around his groin, ass, chest and pits. The pink cream became bubbly and the room filled with the fragrance of rotten eggs. She turned on the cold water in the shower and pushed him in telling him to be sure to use the washcloth to get all the cream off. He didn't have to be told twice, his skin felt like it was on fire. When he stepped out of the shower his skin was a pale pink and there wasn't a hair to be seen. The cold shower had left his penis and scrotum shriveled and shrunken. She patted him dry then rubbed another lotion into his bare skin. This time the room filled with the aroma of lavender and it cooled his burning skin. His ordeal wasn't over as she handed him another tampon and told him to insert it. Totally embarrassed and dominated Peter took the tube with a shaky hand and inserted it without complaint. Then she handed him the panty girdle with the maxi pad still in place. He didn't have to be told what to do other than to tuck his boy parts back between his legs. He let out a girlish squeal when she grabbed the waist and jerked the girdle up forcefully. Swatting him on the ass with her big meaty hand she told him to get into the kitchen and take his book bag to his room and to stay there. With Peter in his room his grandmother picked up the telephone. "Doris' Salon," a voice answered. "Yeah, it's me Doris, Irene. I need a favor," grandmother replied. "Irene where have you been lately, you want to get together at the bar?" Doris said hopefully. "Naugh not yet baby. I just need a favor then maybe later we can have a drink or two. Right now I'm stuck babysitting my grandson for at least the summer, maybe longer, while Carol is out of the country. The bitch had the nerve to ask me to baby sit, can you believe?" Irene responded. "Oh sweetie you're not doing it for nothing, are you? You said grandson? You hate all men. So why the job?" Doris asked. "Well the snotty bitch was in a bind but I got her to pay me plus give me power of attorney over the little shit and her accounts. I got access to her credit cards even. By the time she gets back I'll own most of her stuff plus give her a sissy boy too boot. This'll teach her not to respect her Momma and that brat won't be fucking over some poor girl. Her living in this big house, having all those fancy clothes and living it up while I'm stuck in that lousy trailer park," she ranted. "Wow baby sounds like you have it made now. So what's the favor?" Doris said. "Shit Doris this place is plenty big enough for the both of us. Why don't you move out of that cheap apartment and come on over here. In return all you have to do is work your magic on the twerp I'm baby sitting. You know make him real femmie and help train him for me. Hell, I'll even pay you to do it. After all it is the bitch's money," Irene replied enthusiastically. When Irene hung up the phone she had a broad smile plastered across her face. She hadn't planned on Doris moving in but a spurt of brilliance made her ask. With Doris living in the same house she wouldn't have to deal with Peter that much and she gained her old lover back. All in all asking Doris to move in was a win win situation for the both of them. Still smiling she went into Peter's room without knocking. "Alright you little shit this is how it's going to be. You will do whatever I say, you will do it promptly and you will do it enthusiastically. Three simple rules even a moron like you could remember. You break any of my rules and tonight's punishment will seem like a ride on the merry-go- round. Here put this on," she said tossing him a bright yellow nylon shortie nightgown with white lace trim. He wanted to protest but seeing the look on her face slid the garment over his head with a shutter. His face glowed bright pink as the nightgown settled around his hips. "I can't believe she is doing this to me. Guy's don't wear this stuff," he thought. "Now you keep that on and get to bed. No supper for you tonight and don't you come out of this room until I tell you. Understood?" She demanded. Ooo Doris moved in Saturday evening after the salon closed. She arrived with only her suitcases and two large boxes of beauty supplies. "Oh my, this is really nice," she said as Irene let her in. "Yeah it's a real nice set up Doris four bedrooms, three full baths, great den, pool out back and all for us. Come on I'll show you the master bedroom. I think you will enjoy your stay here," Irene declared. As they passed Peter's room she shouted, "Boy get your ass out to Miss Doris's car and bring her luggage to the master bedroom and put the boxes in the kitchen." Peter hastened to do her bidding. After last nights punishment and what she had made him do so far today were incentive enough to get his prompt response. She let him out of his room around mid-morning. Irene tossed him a pair of his Mother's three inch spike heeled mules to put on. She gave him a few minutes to get use to walking in the heels then went with him into the bath. She made him sit to pee, pull the girdle back up and supervised his toilet. In the kitchen after feeding him a sparse meal made him clean the kitchen from top to bottom. Cleaning the kitchen was bad enough but she made him wear a white frilly bib apron and a white lace edged mop cap on his head along with a pair of pink rubber gloves. It took him most of the day to clean it to her exacting specifications. After a fifteen minute break she had him vacuum the living room and den then make the bed in her room. It seemed like he had just sat down on his bed when she ordered him to fetch Doris' stuff. It wasn't until he was outside that he realized that he was only wearing the girdle, apron, mop cap and high heels. He was panting by the time he brought the last box into the kitchen. As he sat the last box down Doris walked over to him and grasped him under the chin. "So this is your grandson Irene. I must say he is a little rough around the edges but we'll have him looking like a million dollars in no time. When do you want to start?" she stated. "Why don't we start first thing in the morning baby? Right now I could do with something to eat and we have some catching up to do. How's that sound?" Irene replied. "Fine by me but what about the boy here?" Doris answered. "I'll fix him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and send him to his room. That way we'll have some privacy while I cook us a baked chicken dinner," Irene said. Turning towards Peter she ordered, "Well what are you waiting for twerp? Fix your sandwich and get to your room. Don't forget to wear your nightie and leave that girdle on." Peter quickly scrambled to do what he was told. When he got to his room he put the sandwich and glass of milk on the night stand, sat down on his bed and kicked off the heels. "Oooohhhh that feels so good," he sighed as the heels came off his aching feet. His legs hurt and throbbed from just below the knee all the way down to his toes. He bent down and messaged his calves just as he had seen his Mother do when she came home from work. "Mom I didn't think I would miss you this much so soon. Please come home," he prayed as he sat up. Ooo Irene got him out of bed just as the sun was coming up and marched him into the bathroom where Doris was waiting. Unlike Irene Doris was tall and thin, with a beak like nose and her fiery red hair cut in a short pixy style. She was wearing his Mother's favorite peach colored negligee, white plastic apron and latex gloves. The tub was filled with bubbles and smelled strongly of lavender. Hanging from the shower rod was the red rubber bag bloated with its liquid contents. Stripped of his nightie and girdle, the women watched as he removed the tampon, wrapped it in tissue and tossed it into the trash basket. He was sniffling as they made him get on the floor with his ass sticking up and Doris inserted the nozzle. As the nozzle was pushed into his bottom he squealed and began crying in earnest. Doris was smiling as she roughly worked the nozzle in and out of his tender bottom. When the bag was empty he was allowed to expel it and given another super tampon. In the tub Doris scrubbed him until his skin glowed pink. As she scrubbed his groin with the rough sponge she said, "Oh Irene are you sure this is your grandson? This little thing of his is so small it could be a girl's clitty. Are you just a little girly? This little bit here couldn't be any man's. I bet you have never put it into any girl. Well, have you? Answer me you little twit or I'm going to pull it off." Sobbing uncontrollably he managed to say no. Peter had never been so embarrassed or humiliated in his life. What made it even worse was that he knew there was nothing he could do to stop them. "Too bad! Once we get finished with you I doubt if any woman would get within ten feet of you. Unless it's to have you set their hair or do their nails," Doris said with an evil laugh. Finished with his groin Doris moved down to his feet. Lifting one at a time she scoured them with a pumice stone to remove any calluses. Satisfied that he was as clean as he was ever going to be had him get out of the tub. He was given a large pink towel and told to pat himself dry. Doris opened a large jar and began applying a glistening floral scented white cream all over his body from his lower face all the way down to his groin. Looking at Irene she said, "This is a commercial moisturizer and depilatory cream. The moisturizer assists the depilatory agent to get into individual hair follicles and destroy them. Our little girlie boy here will never have to worry about shaving his face again. I didn't put any on his legs because shaving ones legs is such a feminine chore." As Doris replaced the cap on the jar Irene told him to change out the maxi pad and put on his girdle. When he finished the women grabbed one of his hands and led him into the kitchen. There was a bunch of stuff he did not recognize on the counter and kitchen table. There he was bent over the kitchen sink with a towel draped over his back Doris washed and conditioned his hair. She patted his hair dry with the towel with him still bent over the sink then began working an obnoxious smelling solution into his hair. When she finished she wrapped the towel around his head turban fashion and told him to sit at the table. Seated Doris had him place his fingers into a bowl containing a greenish liquid. While his fingers were soaking they moved far enough away so they couldn't be heard and huddled together whispering. With everything that had happened to him Peter was in shock and just gazed blankly at the kitchen refrigerator. Every now and again he'd hear some mumblings such as, "spiked," "dyed pink," "tight curls" and such that made his heart skip a beat. It did not take them long to come to a decision and smiling took a seat on each side of him. They removed his fingers from the bowls and gave him a manicure. After the cuticles were pushed back and the nail surfaces primed, the women attached half- inch acrylic extensions. By the time Doris and Irene were finished with his nails they were a bright hot pink, had white daisy flower decals at there center and came to rounded points. Back at the sink Doris rinsed out the solution she had applied to his hair leaving it almost white. With his head down in the sink Peter could not see what she was doing but could hear her mixing something in a bowl. "Irene now that we have stripped out all the color I'm going to color it like we agreed. You sure this is what you want? Okay then here we go," Doris said. When she had finished his hair was a champagne blonde with neon pink highlights. She parted it in the middle and brushing the left side up high on his head tied it off with a bright pink scrunchy. Quickly she did the same to the other side creating two pony tails. Next she took a blue pencil and marked three spots on his ears. Two marks on each lobe and one in the middle. Then she marked a spot on his left nostril. She turned to pick up something from behind her while telling Irene, "Hold his head for me please. I don't want to take any chances." With Irene holding his jaw from behind, Doris brought the piercing gun up and punched gold studs into his ears then a final one in his nostril. Putting away the gun she removed a large curved needle from its sterile container. "Now hold him tightly," she said as she shoved the needle into his flesh just above his navel. Peter let out a loud scream as the needle pierced his skin. As tears flowed down his cheeks she inserted a golden rod with a flower shaped cap into the piercing then attached an enameled daisy flower to the end. The daisy's petals were bright white with a neon pink center and sat in the center of his navel. Peter tried to bring his hands down to touch it but Irene pulled them to his sides. "Don't even think about touching that. Doris has used special glue to seal that on you permanently. You want it out you will have to cut it out. Now be still and let us finish," Irene commanded. With the navel piercing done Doris removed the stud from Peter's nose and quickly replaced it with another one that had a small hoop on the end. She did the same exchange with the stud located in the middle of his left ear. Next she attached four delicate gold chains to the one in his ear and then to the one in his nose. The chains were long enough to gently drape across his left cheek. Taking a three and half inch gold hoop she removed the lower stud in each lobe and inserted it. This was followed by a smaller one inch hoop with four tiny golden bells for the second hole. Finished with that task Doris stood back and examined her work. "Do you want to go ahead and pierce the tongue now?" Doris asked. "Sure why not. The little shit's dick aint big enough to please any girl but with a ball in his tongue he should be able to please a man," Irene said laughing. "No! Don't! Please don't pierce my tongue," Peter said in a panic. Despite his protests the deed had been done. A quarter inch golden ball sat at the back of his tongue as she stepped away. "I put the tongue stud back on his tongue so that it won't rub on the inside of his teeth. Tongue piercings have caused a lot of dental problems. All the jewelry is gold plated titanium. Everything is permanently attached. The only way to get it off is either surgically or with an acetylene torch. Anything else you want while I have my piercing stuff out?" Doris asked. "No that should do it for today baby. Why don't you get his makeup started and I'll make us some tea," Irene said. "I can't do the makeup here. We'll have to do that at the salon, I don't want to put any makeup on him just yet. I'll give Sarah a call later and see if she can meet us at the salon this afternoon. Your remember Sara don't you? You know the petite brunette with the delicate hands that we spent a long weekend with. She's that plastic surgeon's nurse and she can inject collagen into his lips and nipples. Make them as big as you want. If that is what you want done then we can't use makeup just yet," Doris replied. "Yeah I remember now. Her fingers sent thrills spiraling up my spine. I'd never thought of that but remember we don't want him to pass as a girl. He's going to be the biggest flaming sissy that ever walked the streets," Irene said. "I'm no thisthy! You can't do dis to me!" Peter screamed. The tongue piercing gave him a lisp. "We not only can do it you little shit but we did it already. So unless you want another spanking you had better shut your trap," Irene spat at him. Finished there work for the moment they sent Peter to his room to get dressed telling him to keep the panty girdle on. They enjoyed a leisurely lunch discussing what they wanted to accomplish today while the salon was closed. After lunch Irene called Peter to come back to the kitchen. "Clean up the mess and wash the dishes. When you have finished cleaning up you may eat whatever is left over then you can mop the floor. Call me when everything is done," Irene ordered. Peter was starving as he hadn't eaten much more than his P&J. The scraps left on the two plates were no more than a few mouthfuls at best. He took a chance and poured himself a large glass of milk since they didn't say anything about him not getting something to drink. Completing all his tasks Irene and Doris ushered him out to the car and made him get into the back. Peter tried to dig in his heels when he saw that they were going out to Doris' car parked in front of the house. He was desperate not to be seen looking like he did by any of the neighbors. Irene grabbed his arm as he tried to turn back and literally dragged him to the rear door of the car. "You are going to pay for that little display of disobedience," she hissed at him as she fastened his seatbelt. Ooo When they arrived at Sally's Salon there was only one other car in the parking lot. "Oh good Sara's already here. She can do her work first then I will finish up. This shouldn't take us more than a couple of hours which should give you plenty of time to shop. The Thrift Store is just four blocks away. You remember it? Good, here are the keys and I'll see you soon," Doris said as she got out of the car. Taking Peter firmly by the hand she pulled him to the salon's entrance. As she opened the door Peter saw a petite woman get out of the other car carrying a black physician's bag approach them. She had dishwater colored blond hair, triangular face that some could call pretty if wearing makeup and wearing blue scrubs. "Yo Sara baby it's been too long. Come on inside and you can get to work on this miserable excuse for a man," Doris greeted the woman as she bent down to kiss her on the lips. In the shop Doris held Peter firmly down in a stylist chair while Sara fastened leather straps to hold him snugly in place after removing his shirt. Wrist and ankle cuffs held his arms and legs tightly, a strap across his chest and another around his forehead held his torso firmly to the chair. Sara opened her bag and removed a syringe and vial along with some alcohol and gauze. As she wiped his lips with the alcohol soaked gauze Sara warned him, "Don't move your lips or this sharp needle just might cut them to ribbons." Peter sat in wide eyed horror as Sara approached him with filled syringe in hand. Using her left hand she held his jaw firmly while sticking the needle into his lower lip and pressing the plunger. She did that several times to his lower and upper lip until she and Doris were satisfied with the results. Sara stood back smiling and said, "Now that didn't hurt all that bad now did it? I'm afraid that this next part will hurt but you'll get over it." Doris was standing behind him and when he started to reply, she daftly shoved a small ball gag into his mouth and fastened it behind his head. "That should keep the noise down to a tolerable level," she said. Tears sprang into Peter's eyes as one inch nipple extenders were fastened to each of his nipples. Once securely in place Sara began injecting the fluid from the vial into each of his nipples and they expanded to fill the extenders. "You are going to have to leave those extenders on for a couple of hours to let this set. Otherwise the fluid may leak back into his breasts," Sara instructed Doris. Going back to her bag she removed a scalpel and other supplies. Putting on a pair of sterile gloves she moved over to Peter's side and injected something into the skin just below his eye. "Just some Novocain to kill the pain. I'm going to make a small incision here and remove some excess skin. When it is healed your eyes are going to look much bigger and you won't have to worry about getting bags under them after a late night out with the boys," she informed him. When she was finished she removed the gloves and put everything back into the bag. "Is there anything else darling?" she asked looking at Doris. "No that is all for now anyway sweetie. I think that you will be more than happy with this. Irene was very generous with her daughter's money," Doris said as she handed over an envelope. After Sara left Doris got her makeup tray out and began working on Peter. First she gave him a pedicure painting his toe nails in a bright iridescent pink. This was followed by half inch acrylic nail extensions painted in the same nail varnish. A pale foundation followed by matching powder, black liquid eye liner to both bottom and upper lids, pink eye shadow, black mascara, pale red lip liner followed by a heavy coating of neon pink lipstick and clear gloss completed his makeup. As Doris was putting away the cosmetics that she had used Irene entered the shop carrying a large bag. "Doris you done with the sissy?" she said. "Get over here and see for yourself," Doris replied. "Hot damn that is one flaming faggot if I ever saw one. Has the bitch seen what you did yet? No...that's good cause I wanted the sissy to see himself after everything was done. Come on get him out of that chair and stripped. I can't wait to see him all dressed up," Irene stated. "Take it easy Irene. If you want it to be a surprise then let me cover up these mirrors first," Doris told her. Striped down to his panty girdle Peter was left standing by the salon chair his shoulders slumped in defeat. Irene pulled a small bag out of the larger one and removed a bright yellow bra. "I had to go to a specialty shop to get this," she said holding the bra up. It was a push up under wire bra made of yellow satin with white lace trim. What made it different were the two holes trimmed in lace where the nipples would stick through. She quickly put it on him and adjusted the straps. "How long we have to leave those nipple extenders on?" she asked. "Sara said a couple hours....guess we can get rid of them now if you want," Doris replied. Fresh tears sprang to his eyes as she removed the extenders. It had hurt when they first put them on but by now they had gone numb. With the return of blood flow the pain radiated throughout his body. Irene had to support him until he was able to stand up straight. He gasped when he looked down at his chest. Framed in white floral lace were two pencil eraser thick inch long brown nipples. "Stop that crying or I'll bust your butt," Irene threatened. "You needn't worry about that darling. I used water proof long lasting cosmetics on him," Doris replied. "Okay but I want the crying to stop now," she said as she pulled a blouse out of the large bag. The back button rayon floral print blouse had a high knife pleated neck that tied with a pink satin bow and billowing full cut sleeves with two inch knife pleated cuffs with three small pearl buttons. Soft pink pantyhose were kneaded up his legs and a pair of bright yellow skin tight Capri's with back zip and fastener soon followed. A white patent leather belt with gold buckle and a pair of black ballerina slippers finished his dressing. Grabbing him by the shoulders Irene guided him over to the covered floor length mirror. "I hope you like your new look sissy cause it is all permanent. I know Doris and I just love the new you," she said with an evil laugh as the covering came away. Peter couldn't believe what was staring back at him from the mirror. The hair caught his attention first, then his eyes and down to his lips. They were full and pouty almost in a cupid's bow. The kind of suck me lips guys would insistently get a hard on for. The clothing that he wore shouted out, "I'm so Gay!" His reflection was such that even the most na?ve and innocent would immediately know that he was gay. Peter's brain couldn't take it anymore and he slumped to the floor in a dead faint.