Allens Sweet Surprise Part One
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Allen's Discovery - Chapter 1
By Princess
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Cynthia was confused about things lately and that upset her. Girls tend
to be really touchy about their clothes. Girls get more upset than most
boys would be if their clothes were disturbed. So when she would come
back home to find her nice dresses stretched, or misplaced or miss hung
on the hanger and all wrinkly, she became very upset. She started to
think about what in the name of god was happening. Was her younger
sister playing a trick on her? But she dismissed that thought quickly.
Mary was too young to even get to her clothes in the closet. She was
just five.
She also noticed a lot of her panties and bras were disturbed. They
would be folded wrong and in a different place in her drawer. Boys put
their underwear in the drawer but they don't memorize its location or
require them to be folded in a certain way. Girls do because they are
so touchy about their stuff. Boys usually assume that girls don't know
when they disturb a girls things, and they try to fold them right and
put them up like they saw. But girls know it. Then She started to
realize it had to be her brother Allen. He was fourteen and very weird.
Cynthia was seventeen.
Using deductive reasoning, she figured her brother must be the one.
Once she figured it must be her little brother that was disturbing her
stuff she worked on trying to figure out why he was doing it. Why would
a young fourteen year old by be so interested in girls clothing. What
he could be doing with her clothes? She wondered if he was masturbating
on them, a lot of boys do that with girls panties. Or, could he just
looking at them, perhaps? Some boys are fascinated at the pretty lace
and silk in women's panties. They enjoy the texture and feel in their
hands. But then, she remembered that the elastic straps or lace in her
lingerie would often be set wrong or lightly stretched, and one of her
dresses has a tear in it. The shoulder strap clip on her bras were
often re adjusted as if to fit smaller chest. He must be WEARING them!
Anger swelled in her. Eww! A boy wearing her stuff. She shuddered in
disgust at the thought of her stuff being on his male
body and then again on her own body.
She began to work out a plan to catch him wearing her clothes. She
remembered that her clothes were usually disturbed after her brother
was home alone for several hours during the times that they all were
out and he wanted to stay behind. He must want to stay home alone so he
could play girl in her clothes. She felt anger threaten to boil over in
her. She would get him.
Allen had just turned fourteen. He had always felt so conflicted
between a male and a female though his entire life. He felt he was a
female but, his body had parts of a male and he couldn't figure it out.
That had caused him so much conflict. And, as if that wasn't enough for
a fourteen year old to deal with, his only comfort in his life had left
him. His mother had passed away from cancer a year ago. His mother's
death devastated him emotionally.
His mother was the only person in the world that cared for him. She was
his only comfort in this cruel world. She understood his desire and she
would let him be him be himself. She encouraged and allowed him to be
her daughter. She took him out shopping to get him girls clothing to
wear and she held her daughter. She let him snuggle up to her like a
beloved daughter. Most of all, she kept it all a secret from his
overbearing macho father and the macho sports sister of his. He felt
like he was her daughter too.
She called him Kimberly and often left him her discarded clothes. His
mother taught him about female hormones and started himself on some
pink pills that his mother had. She knew about it and kept him safe.
She made him stop taking her birth control pills and started him on a
regular prescribed dosage that she had got from a nurse. He loved that.
By the time he was thirteen he had grown a small female body with all
the right curves of girls his age. But after his mother passed away, He
knew that he had to get rid of a vast majority of girl clothes she got
him so his father wouldn't find them.
He had a pretty feminine body by this time. He kept taking the
medications his mother left him and he had reasonable breasts and hips
just like his sister. He hid the features from his sister and father
well. He wore loose fitting clothes and learned to tape his breasts
down. None of his family suspected his bodily changes. But they did
notice his overly feminine mannerisms. His father and sister teased
him.
His father was the overbearing macho type. He was disappointed in his
son. He couldn't be too hard on his son while his wife lived because
she protected him. But. he did let his son know he was a big
disappointment because that he didn't get into sports to much. He liked
art and music much more. He showed a lot of preference in his sister
Cynthia because she was very athletic. Cynthia took after her father,
and she adopted his asshole traits too.
Allen loved the softer side to life, so after His mother died things
started going getting worse for him. His father started slipping into
drinking and coming home and showing his sissy son, his words, how much
of a disappointment he was. The abuse was often physical and he
explained to his teacher that asked him about his black eye and bruises
on his back, that he slipped down the steps to the basement.
As a result from the increasing abuse, and the loneliness he felt from
his mother's death, he was rapidly slipping into a depression. He held
onto a simple white silk nightgown his mother had left to him and at
night, he clung to it and cried himself to sleep. His only escape was
the few hours he had alone every week when he dressed and pretended to
be a loved Princess.
However, he had no one now that understood, least of all his sister or
his father. He knew that most importantly, it had to be kept a secret.
If it wasn't, it could cost him his young life. He knew his fathers
attitude and his very violent temper.
His life had gotten more difficult lately, it showed more at nights.
His sisters taunting became more mean spirited. She heard him crying
himself to sleep every night. Allen was happy when his sister informed
him that she would be out all night with her friends. He was even
happier when he was told that his father was going to the bar and then
spending the night with a buddy he went drinking with.
The smile on her face as she told him, was suspicious but it wasn't
something he could afford to pass up. The sharp things in the kitchen
was getting very tempting and he longed to be with his mother, again.
His father never came back home after he came back from school, that
day. That was a good thing, because he was starting to dread seeing his
father lately. His body had stayed small and his hair was long and
pretty. That gave him a distinct girl-like look that took after his
mother. So, his drunk father had mistaken him for his mother a few
times and gave him weird wet tongue kisses or his hands would probe
areas of his body. That made him feel sick, he smelled the whiskey on
his breath and the kiss was wet and a lot of tongue. He started hiding,
but luckily he didn't have to hide this time.
The girls' car pulled up honking around six in the evening, and his
sister had spent the last hour and a half dressing and doing her
makeup. He stayed carefully out of sight but kept watching. He was
watching how she applied her makeup so he could do that like her.
Then, she left, telling him bye with a twinkle in her eye. He watched
as she went out the front door wearing her leather miniskirt that
hugged her hips tight like it was painted on her body and her black
tube top and heels. He always envied how she could look so sexy and get
away with it.
So, she left with her blond ponytail bobbing behind her and told Allen
that she would be back in the morning some time so don't wait up. That
was OK for him. He learned how to cook for himself after his mother
passed away. He had to, and he also learned how to keep the house
cleaned. It was starting to resemble a pigsty a few short months after
she'd passed away.
Neither his father or his sister cared for him or for his little sister
Mary at all. He had done almost everything in the house to cleaning, to
making dinner and taking care of the Mary his little five year old
sister since she was born. His dad and Cynthia soon started to rely on
him to do the cooking when they didn't want to go out. which was OK
with him.
After his mother died, He saw that they rarely paid attention to the
young toddler. They ignored her crying when she was hungry. He often
made errands and went to the store for his mother to get baby food or
diapers for Mary when she was an infant. As they got older he still
loved caring for her. As of lately, he had no help to take care of her.
Caring for Mary was exclusively on the fourteen year old boy. He
brought her new clothes, he made stuff for her to eat and learned what
she liked. He was also helping her with her first grade homework.
He enjoyed cooking. One of the good things about knowing how to cook
and doing it was, you always got exactly what you wanted. He would
never go hungry. He also had to learn how to go to the grocery store
and get the supplies himself and to pay for them with the money he
earned doing various jobs around the neighborhood, or with the money he
got from his sister. He also learned how to use a credit card. His
sister gave him one to use to get food when she wanted him to go.
He sighed relief after his sister left and he quickly shut the door and
locked the dead bolt. Ah, he would have the entire night to himself,
now. He made plans for the whole night before bed. He ran up to his
sisters bedroom and started sifting though what he wanted to wear for
the night.
He took care of Mary and told her that he would be there for her. She
was still only five but she knew about her brother. It didn't confuse
her. In fact, she enjoyed having a older sister just like him. Mary
thought it was neat. He went in her room after the rest left and He
gave her a coloring book. Then, He told her that they would play later,
and Kimberly would be there. She smiled and clapped her hands. She
loved her big sister Kimberly more than the depressed boy that grumps
around.
With shivering anticipation, he picked out what he wanted to wear and
then went to the bathroom. He was getting a little older so some
preparations would have to be made before it was appropriate to wear
anything feminine. He shaved his legs down as good as he could. They
started growing awful coarse hair that didn't feel right with nylons,
anymore.
It sucked, but what could he do about that? Well, he knew some things
could be done. He read about testosterone blockers he could take but
they all required parental permission and he could forget about
bringing his father into the matter. He had to rely on the stash of
pills his mother left behind for him. He shaved his arms down, and all
the other areas of his body first and then applied skin softening cream
and took along soothing bath.
He was satisfied he was smooth and soft enough, so he dried his body
off and started putting on her undergarments. He chose a appropriate
blue bikini cut style panty of hers. He slid then on and it felt oh so
right.
He wrapped a matching blue padded cup underwire and hooked it in the
back. He remembered how long it took him to figure out the damn eye
hooks in the back, but he eventually figured out how to do it without
turning the bra around first, just like he saw women do in the movies.
He finally got himself to hook the eye in one smooth motion with bras
that up to three eye hooks. It felt wonderful and he had enough breasts
to fill up a B cup and he could tell they were still growing.
Then, he stepped in one of her short pink dresses she used to wear and
zipped it in the back and he slid one of pretty blouses down his body.
He carefully rolled a pair of black nylon stockings on each leg and
stepped into a low pair of her platform heels. He posed himself in the
mirror and he looked feminine enough.
After he was satisfied that he looked feminine enough he went to get
his sister. She smiled as she saw the new girl come into her bedroom.
She knew he loved to be a girl and as he walked in, she said, "Hi
Kimberly. Are we going to play now?"
He said, "Yes we are. Do you want to do makeup together again?"
She clapped her hands in happiness and told him, "Yes Kimmy. I love to
do makeup with you. But I am hungry can we fix something to eat?"
He took her to the kitchen and prepared some soup to eat for the night
and started it simmering slowly. Mary liked his soup a lot and couldn't
wait to eat some of it with him.
Then he sat down in front of her vanity with Mary watching him. He was
determined to learn how to apply makeup. He still didn't know how to do
it without looking like a freaking circus clown. So, he slowly applied
her powder foundation on his face and started on the cheeks. She
giggled and tried to do some of it herself on her little face.
Something didn't look right but he didn't have enough experience to
figure it out. Damn it.
What he didn't know was, his sister had tricked him. She did go out
with her group of friends and they went to Macy's but they got a few
things and then planed on going to the house again. His cruel sister
had told her friends what she expected to find. Rachael was giddy. she
said she couldn't wait to see her brother dressed like a girl.
They drove back and parked a block away and snuck back to the house.
She slowly inserted her key and soundlessly undid the lock. She
painfully slow opened the door and stepped in. they left their shoes
outside and made their way up the stepped to the her room.
He was unhappy that nothing looked right but he was slowly rolling a
tube of red lipstick onto his lips when the girls soundlessly walked
into her room. They didn't giggle as they watched the boy sitting at
Cynthia's vanity. Suddenly, his sister walked up behind her femmy
brother and said, "That foundation really isn't you little brother.
Maybe I can help match your skin tone. "
His face went deathly white as the blood drained. Mary thought it was a
game as he stood there mute and terrified. Then, suddenly he twisted
around to face his sister and try to think up some explanation for what
he was doing. As he turned to look, he expected to see his smirking
giggling sister. He didn't expect to see three of her friends with her.
OH MY GOD! What was she doing. There was Rachael, Jennifer and Crystal.
Jennifer was a girl he always was trying to flirt with, badly.
What had she done. He shuddered, "Oh Cindi what is this." He tried to
think of something to say but nothing came out. He just sat there with
poorly applied makeup and started crying. Mary saw her sister crying
and she started crying to sensing something was wrong. Cynthia told
Jennifer to take Mary into the other room and find something fun for
them to do while she deals with Kimberly.
She said to him, "Don't cry, little brother. It will be all right
sweetums. Sit there and we will do your makeup better but don't run my
makeup. It will be alright, I promise."
There was a little hope after all. He looked up with his tear full eyes
and said, "Really, You mean you will help me?" Gullible boy.
She lied, "Yes of course. All of us will. My friend Rachael is in
college studying to be a beautician. We will give you a professional
makeup right here. She brought her stuff."
He couldn't contain himself. He stood up and bounced on the balls of
his feat. Bouncing up and down like a happy cheerleader, "Oh my Oh my
thank you sis. Oh thank you so much." He ran over to her and gave her a
tight sisterly hug.
She started laughing. She watched her brother bounce up and down like a
bimbo cheerleader in total happiness at her offer. She looked him over
and was quite impressed at the effort he put into dressing. A stray
thought entered her head. This might not be just pretend to him, or
playing at dress up pervy fun to him. It could be that her brother
actually identified as a female. In which case, her plan was just
cruel. That would make it better.
She began to get crueler to her brother. "Yes, Little sissy. Rachael
here is going to wax your eyebrows and I'm going to do your legs and
body. When we get done with you, you won't ever be able to go out as a
boy, ever again."
He just smiled and said, "Oh please, please. I hate being a stupid boy
so much. Would you please help me, Sis?"
The girls huddled around him and bounced with him in happiness. They
said "Sure."
His sister stood back in confusion. That was the last reaction she
expected from him. Which meant, it was indeed real. And she was just
being a cruel bitch and she knew it. But why should he desire to be a
girl for.
A sudden thought occurred to him. It brought terror to him. He pushed
through the giggling girls and looked up fearfully at his sister and
said, "Um sis, We need to talk about that never looking a boy thing."
The fear in his voice caught her off guard. She rose her eyebrow and
said, "Yes, what is wrong with looking like a girl. You do already.
Even those breasts, where you get those?"
"At a store. Nothing is wrong. Its perfect, but except for my father.
He is so horrible I can't look permanently like a girl. He would kill
me. And I'm not talking figuratively. I'm talking actual killing. You
know his violent temper and attitude about things like this."
Oh shit he is right about that.
Then, she said, "I know someone that can help us. My friend Rachael
can. Her mother has a huge place. We can make you safe there. Her
mother is totally Loaded and works for a large company. She has very
good attorneys and a lot of friends that owe her. I am sure Her mother
can work her magic and get custody of you. If you want sis?"
He didn't know who she was but it seemed like a good idea to him. He
bounced again and hugged his sister. "Sure I would owe you a lot if you
help me. I will do anything please get her to help me."
Then, she asked him, "OK we had enough talk. Lets go tonight. We need
to see Rachael and start discussing some things. Gather up your stuff
because we wont be coming back. I have some things to report about him
too so there shouldn't be any problem getting him arrested. Allen, will
you talk to the police about him?"
He nodded at her. "He hit me many times. I will talk. "
She would talk about the abuse he inflicted on her too.
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To Be Continued...
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