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Stolen Identity II By Cheryl Lynn After my introduction into the State Welfare System and life under the foster care of the Browns, I was shell shocked. Here I was, about to start my second semester as a sophomore, more entrenched in girlhood and misery than ever before. The only friend I had in the Brown household, Rosa, left at year end. She graduated MLK and being eighteen the welfare department released her from foster care. Now she had a good paying job working in a beauty salon but guess who had to pick up all her chores around the house. Amy helped out some but I was stuck doing almost all the household laundering and cleaning. You would think that by now I would be use to hand washing women's intimate apparel. Ironing until I could barely raise my arms above my head. Cleaning the floors and bathrooms on my hands and knees until I was exhausted, all that while dressed as a damn girl. I hated it and my life but had no choice. My only salvation would be getting out from under the State system. I would be eighteen in June and that would end my confinement. That thought was what kept me going. Once freed, I could reclaim my inheritance from the State and live my real life. Once Rosa left in mid-December, my biggest nemesis Arithia became even more dominating. Rosa, while not what you would call a real friend, was not a cruel woman and protected me from the worst of Arithia's attention. Arithia now insisted that I become even more feminine. I thought that having to sexually please Theo was more than enough femininity to last me a life time but she decided I needed more help. During the holidays she took me several places to get some enhancements. The place I hated the most was a seedy looking tattoo parlor. There I had to sign a waiver and some other stuff, so Arithia could give me my Christmas present as she called it. After a couple of hours I left there in pain with several new adornments on my body. The first addition was a navel piercing. I now had a bejeweled pink pussycat hanging in my navel. The next gift was a pink pussycat tattoo on my left shoulder. The final gifts were garlands of multicolored flowers around my right wrist and left ankle. Leaving the parlor, Arithia told me that all girls should have an identifying symbol. A symbol that was uniquely theirs, expressed their feminine side and mine would be a pink pussycat. Since I was a sissy faggot, she thought that a pink pussycat would be the most logical choice she told me with a hearty laugh. The next stop was at a beauty salon in the neighborhood. There my mousey brown hair was bleached out into a brassy blond and given a very tight perm. My nails were given ceramic one inch extensions and on my right index finger nail, a small bright pink stone was set. When I left the salon, my now voluminous crinkle curled hair made my head look twice as large. My nails had been lacquered into bright almost florescent pink long talons. The last stop was the scariest. It was a run down house that I had heard about. The woman who owned it was reputed to perform abortions and do other medical practices for the neighborhood. There, I was forced to sit in what looked like a well used barber chair. Oh yeah, I was scared shitless. I was afraid that Arithia would permanently remove my male parts. Instead, my lips were injected with collagen. Leaving that house, shaking in my heels, I had nice puffed up lips that just shouted cock sucker. Arithia told me that gift was actually for my boyfriend Theo. I could barely understand her at the time as she was laughing so hard. Back at the house, Mrs. Brown had a good laugh at my new appearance but told Arithia that she had good taste. Turning to me, she said for me to get my apron and mop cap on as it was my turn to cook dinner. By that time I was too distraught to even cry. My identity was shrinking even further away from me. In my mind, I was still a man with the desires of a man but my physical appearance was anything but that. Christmas day, everyone received really nice presents except for me. Mrs. Brown got a new fur coat, several dresses and a gold watch. Mr. Brown who I seldom saw received a new suit and pair of shoes. Amy had two new dresses and matching shoes. Arithia had the most gifts, several new dresses, gold bangles, a pair of real diamond earrings and numerous small gifts. What did I fucking get? Let's see, a large stuffed furry pink pussycat that smelled a bit like mothballs. Three long-line bras in white, black and red, three torsolette body shapers in matching colors, two sweaters one a soft pink angora turtle neck and the other a pink cardigan. I also received a pair of violet with pink stripes bell bottom slacks and purple satin long-sleeved blouse to go with it. All of my gifts were used and probably came from the thrift store. Oh yeah, I don't want to forget Arithia's final gift. It was a pink rubber ball douche kit and a box of extra absorbent tampons and, yes, they were the ones with the pink plastic insert tubes. I managed to avoid dating Theo since the Thanksgiving prom but had a date with him for New Years Eve. The dance was held at the same hotel, only this time each of the guys rented a room. Arithia made sure I was dressed accordingly. In other words, I had to be dressed all femmie with lots of pink. We had to scour three thrift stores before my trousseau was complete. Hot pink satin tap panties with white lace trimming the waist band and leg openings, matching strapless satin push up bra and lacy garter belt we found at one store. The dress we found at the second store was a pink strapless ball gown. The dress' bodice was bright pink taffeta covered in small clear crystal bead work with the skirt reaching to just below the knee had a tulip cut hemline. There was a huge pink satin bow in the back with streamers reaching the hemline. There were a few what looked like water stains on the skirt but otherwise it was in barely worn condition. At the third store we found a pair of sheer white hose with a floral lace welt, pink patent leather pumps with a very pointy toe and four inch stiletto heels. The shoes were about a half size too small and I knew that my feet would be killing me long before the night was over. The final item was a pink beaded clutch purse with a thin gold leather strap. The bottom of the purse was decorated with a pink beaded tassel fringe. The inside was lined in a champagne colored satin. With Rosa gone we all had more time in the bathroom and I no longer was required to use that humiliating children's pottie. For some reason Amy had pissed Arithia off. As punishment Amy was required to shave my legs and underarms and trim my heart shaped pubic hair for me. I don't know who was more embarrassed. When she was finished, I was able to douche in privacy. Finally alone in the bath, I gave my body a careful examination. The first thing my eyes landed on were my full puckered lips. No guy should ever have lips like that. Next, I placed my palms up under my chest. I can't really call it a chest anymore because I now had breasts. The mounds filled my cupped hands and the nipples were twice as large as they had been and a brick red in color. The nipples were sensitive when I rubbed my thumbs across them. My mind screamed that guys don't have breasts but my eyes told me a different story. I could only place the blame for them on having to wear a bra all the time. I looked down to my groin. What I saw still amazed me to some degree. It was a mound of puffed up flesh with a distinct crease running vertically down the middle. As I pressed my fingers around it, it seemed to widen a bit. I had a brief hope that I could undo what Arithia had done to me down there but as I pried, the skin stayed stuck together. A bit later Arithia was giving me a final inspection. She saw the loosened skin and decided to re-glue my groin into its feminine appearance. Now I was stuck looking like a friggin girl down there for no telling how long. Back in my room Amy was waiting to help me get dressed. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous in her puff sleeved emerald green satin and chiffon dress. It had a sweetheart neckline that revealed her generous milk white mounds and the full satin skirt had a pale green chiffon overlay. Her red hair was piled up on her head in tubular curls and her bangs were swept down slightly covering her left eye. I felt my dick throb under its confining layer of skin. There wasn't much she could do with my hair the way it was permed and all. So she pulled a pink satin ribbon under the back and tied it into a pert bow on top. I could pretty much do my own makeup by now so she just suggested a few color combinations. I used concealer, foundation and powder, then, at her suggestion, pale violet eye shadow blending into pink. A lustrous coral pink lipstick and heavy dousing of floral scented perfume completed my look. I couldn't admit it then but I have to say now that I looked hot once I was fully dressed. The strapless gown with the help of that pushup underwire bra gave me a real cleavage. It also accentuated my thin waist thanks to dance class and my meager diet. The opera length white satin gloves made my arms looks so slender and feminine and set off my outfit just perfectly. I hated the way I looked back then because I didn't look at all like the boy my mind told me that I was. I was trembling as I moved into Theo arms for a deep French kiss when we met our dates in the living room. I had to fight down the urge to spit and wipe my hand across my lips as the kiss broke. To make sure that I would be a very cooperative date, Arithia had taken me back down to the basement earlier to show me that torture closet. There she promised me that if I didn't be the best girlfriend Theo ever knew, I would spend the rest of the holiday back in it. Two days in that dark dank closet without food or water was bad enough but a whole week, impossible. The dance was similar to the prom except this time they had a live band. I wonder why they are called a "live" band. I don't think there is such a thing as a "dead" band, is there? Anyway back to the dance. We danced mostly to the slow ones and again I was in a constant battle to keep Theo's hands from rubbing my ass and pulling my groin into his. Rashad, Arithia's date, once again provided ample supplies of vodka which I took advantage of. Amy and LeRoy spent most of the time dancing. Amy loved to dance and so did LeRoy. They made a great couple out on the dance floor. Just before ringing in the New Year, we went to the ladies. There, while the girls talked about getting it on with their boyfriends in the rooms, I examined the string of red hickies Theo had placed around my neck. They hurt and dabbing foundation on them didn't do anything to cover them up. It only made it look worse. Crap! I hate being a girl. I hate having to wait in line when I desperately need to pee. I hate having to sit to pee. I hate wearing a bra. I hate wearing a stupid dress. I hate these fucking tight heels. I especially hate having to put up with men and being treated like a sex object. As much as I disliked the dance, I hoped it would never end. Once the New Year was toasted in, I would have to accompany Theo to our room. The girls had brought small overnight bags with them except me. I was only allowed to bring my makeup case and a diaphanous pink babydoll nightie. When we got to our room, I checked my purse to get out the condoms. They weren't there and they weren't in my makeup bag. I knew that I had put some in my purse but someone had removed them. "Arithia, you bitch!" I thought. It was too late to do anything about that now and I felt my stomach doing flip-flops. As I glanced into the mirror I could see my jowls turning green as I thought about what I would have to do now. I had never swallowed cum before and I was praying that I could do it without throwing up. If Arithia heard that I didn't perform as expected, I would be doomed to live in that closet for a week. I was shaking as I gazed into the mirror, then I felt Theo behind me and my zipper being pulled down. His lips were pressed to my neck, giving me another of his famous hickies. I could feel him peeling down my dress and felt his hands squeezing my breasts through the satin of my bra. With each squeeze, his lips move around the back of my neck leaving behind a line of dark red marks. When his lips left my neck, my dress was around my ankles; my bra was on the floor, his big hands around my waist and his lips sucking greedily at my right nipple. All I could do was lean my head back and scream silently up at the ceiling. I wasn't as drunk as I had been during the prom so I remember everything that happened in amazing detail. His black donkey dick with its mushroom head and bulging veins. The way my pink lipstick covered lips slid down its thick shaft, the velvet touch at the roof of my mouth and the feeling of breathless doom as it slid into my throat. When he ejaculated my nose was pressed into his thick mat of pubic hair, my eyes rolled up into the back of my head. Most of it went down my throat but as he was finishing, pulled back and I received several globs of salty gooey tasting cum in my mouth. Some of it dribbled down my chin but the rest I had to swallow or choke. It was either swallow or suffocate. On shaky legs I grabbed my makeup case and stumbled into the bathroom. I used half a bottle of mouthwash and lots of toothpaste to get the taste of him out of my mouth. I was sick in my stomach and pulling that single strand of black curly pubic hair from between my teeth was all it took. I heaved until I couldn't bring anything back up. Finally back in control, I reapplied my makeup and used a generous amount of lipstick. Arithia's orders again. I also remembered to coat my nipples in the bright pink lipstick so Theo would have something tasty to suck on. Hearing him yelling for me to come back to bed, I put a generous dollop of KY into my ass and slipped into my pink babydoll nightie. Back at the bed he had me stand off and do a twirl for him. I grabbed the hem of my nightie, oh yes; I called panties, nighties and all intimate clothing "my" by now. I held out the nightie and twirled a couple of times for him. I made sure that he had a good look at my pink with white lace ruffled pantied butt. Back in the bed we kissed and he moved down to suckle at my breasts. As he was sucking on my lipstick coated nipples, I was giving his penis new life with my hand. With my nipples tender and sore from his sucking and nibbling, he pulled my panties off, threw my legs over his broad shoulders and pressed his unprotected dick into my tender ass. I pressed my fist tightly into my mouth to suppress the scream as I felt the head of his dick pass my sphincter. Oh it hurt so damn bad I wanted to scream like a banshee but managed to keep it to a loud "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH." As he pressed deeper into me, I knew what it must feel like for sausage to get stuffed. I could feel my intestines stretching to almost the breaking point as he plunged into me, filling me completely. The pain was everywhere and I barely felt his hands pulling and squeezing my poor titties and nipples. His big hand completely covered my tit and as he squeezed, part of my tit and nipple would bulge out just as if he were squeezing a water balloon. By the time he had finished and he had to work at it before he finally came like a fire hose, I was almost unconscious. He towered above me, sweating like a race horse and I could feel his sweat dripping on my chest. He smiled from ear to ear, then fell over on his side and was asleep. I don't know how long I lay there curled up, crying, feeling my ass burning in pain and my nipples throbbing before I fell asleep. I awoke early the next morning. My butt still stinging I felt a cold wet spot under my ass as I became fully awake. Theo was still asleep snoring loudly as I slipped out of bed. My ass cheeks clenched tightly without my conscious thought as I felt something oozing down my thighs. In the bathroom, I pulled out my douche kit and filled the pink rubber bulb with warm water. While the water was getting warm, I sat on the toilet and cleaned up as best I could. My ass was greasy and wet and when I pulled the tissue away saw that it was covered in sperm and some blood. The bile rose quickly and I just managed to turn around and heave into the toilet. I spent almost an hour in the shower washing myself over and over trying to clean away the dirty feeling. Oh what a luxury taking my first shower in a very long time was. I would have appreciated it more in other circumstances. While the hot water felt great on my body, it only enhanced the burning sensation in my nipples and asshole. With each sting, I had visions of Theo's big dick with my lips on it, in my hand and up my aching butt. I don't think those images have really dissipated much over the years. To this day, I often have dreams of that great big dick. My humiliation didn't end with the night. After I had cleaned up and put on my makeup the only clothing for me to wear was what I had on last night. With a towel wrapped around my chest, I went back into the bedroom to finish. Theo was awake, laying on his side and stroking his dick staring at me as I entered. "Oh shit! He wants me to relieve his fucking morning hard-on," I thought. On my knees beside the bed, I watched as my newly applied lipstick left its mark up and down the shaft. He tasted different this morning. It was kind of musky with a slightly bitter taste. I choked as I remembered the last place it had been but managed to finish him off. While he was in the shower, I quickly got dressed. I hoped that being fully clothed he would forgo any further sexual demands. How wrong I was. As soon as he stepped out of the bath, his dick immediately came to attention poking out the towel around his hips. "Hot damn baby! You be one fine lookin fox. You got me so hot, I just gotta tap that ass one mo time," he said. He had me bent over the bed with my panties around my ankles in no time. Fortunately, I had douched and lubed. It hurt almost as bad as it did before but at least my bra and dress protected my sore tits. All I could do was grunt and moan loudly into my fist as he pulled my ass into his groin. When he filled my ass with what felt like a gallon of cum, he quickly started dressing. "Come on baby we gotta rush. It's almost past check out time n I doan wanna pay extra," he said as I lay trying to recover from his onslaught. Sex is a very messy thing for whoever is the receiver. Be they male or female what goes in will drip out. Theo wouldn't give me time to douche so I just crammed a tampon up my ass and hoped for the best. Heck, he barely gave me time enough to fix my smeared lipstick and straighten out my dress. As we entered the lobby, it seemed like every eye was focused just on me. Like who wouldn't get attention wearing a ball gown at ten in the morning in a hotel lobby. I am sure that every one of those people knew that I just had a great big dick stuck up my frickin ass. They probably couldn't tell that I was wearing lipstick, I was blushing so hard. Ooo The spring semester was the same as the last one. Same damn sissy courses only a bit harder this time. Secretarial studies spent more time in learning how to correctly and quickly transcribe complex dictation. Home Ec required more time learning how to sew and embroider. Choir saw me moved in with the sopranos as my voice had stabilized in its higher register. The choir director saw to it that I continued using that throat spay to keep my voice from breaking. I thought the idea stupid. My voice didn't get any deeper like I thought it was suppose to so the spay certainly wasn't working. Bev and Toni became even better friends. I was surprised when Mrs. Brown agreed that I could spend some time with them outside of class. We went to the mall mostly and they were a great help teaching me about fashion and styles. I seldom could buy anything as I so rarely ever saw any money but I did try on a lot of clothing and shoes. Occasionally they would chip in and buy me some new earrings and such. They could still embarrass me when they talked about boys and sex. Although with my experiences with Theo, I was as jaded as they were. Another surprise during that spring was Arithia. She actually left me alone for the most part. Well, that was unless she wanted me to do something for her. She was spending a lot of time with Rashad so that didn't leave her with much time to kick my ass. My attention was centered on how to curb Theo's desires. I had to go out with him at least once a week which always ended with me giving him a BJ. Fortunately, he was usually satisfied with that and left my ass alone. My ass would hurt for days after a good hard fucking. If I were lucky that didn't happen but once a month. When school ended during the first week of May, I was happy. In another month I would be eighteen and free. Free of the fucking Browns and the State Welfare Department. I would no longer be Camie, I would no longer have to go out with Theo and I would have my money. The only downside was that Mrs. Brown insisted that I get a summer job. Not only that but she got one for me. "Yeah Camie, I got you a job workin fer Tasha at her salon. You bees the new clean up gal n gofer. She don't pay much but all ya beauty treatments bees free," she informed me. Tasha's salon was just around the block and she had two other stylists working for her. When I showed up that Monday, she told me that I would be cleaning up the floors and sinks after each client left a station. I would also provide basic janitorial services and do whatever else I was told by her or the stylist. In addition, as part of my pay, her manicurist would teach me how to do nails. With that she had me fill out all the necessary employment papers including W-2 and other legal forms. "Crap! Now Cameron Eloise was in the Federal data base," I thought with a shiver. I worked from eight in the morning until eight each night Monday thru Saturday. The work wasn't that hard but the uniform I had to wear was horrible. The A line dress was in a pale lime color made of a thin nylon with capped white cotton winged cuffs. It buttoned from the v-neck down to the hem with large white buttons. Over the left breast pocket was pinned a very fluffy ornately decorated kerchief and my name tag. Of course the name tag said "Camie." What I hated about it was that anyone could see my lingerie thru that fucking dress. Shit, I had to wear that fucking dress two blocks from the house to the salon and back again. I was so embarrassed having to expose myself like that to the rift raft that walked those same streets. The cat calls, the innuendos, wolf whistles, and out right propositions I received on a daily basis left me emotionally drained every day. To make matters worse, I had to wear a white silk scarf on my head. It wouldn't have been so bad except that I had to tie it in a style just like the ones you see on Aunt Jemima's head. At last it's Thursday, June 15th, my birthday. I got off work early just to be at the Brown's when Mrs. Sinclair showed up to set my ass free. Whoopee! Hot dogity! I was really looking forward to that meeting. She arrived driving what looked like a brand new big black Escalade. I thought she was going to take fuckin forever walking up the sidewalk as I waited at the door. As she came up the steps Mrs. Brown shoved me out the way and welcomed her. They completely ignored me as they walked past and into the kitchen. "Camie, get in here and make us a fresh pot of coffee," Mrs. Brown ordered. "Well, why the fuck not. It's my last day here anyway," I thought. Making the coffee I could hear them talking. Their conversation was general at first then Mrs. Brown said something about needing a new car. The percolator coffee pot began bubbling and I didn't hear what Mrs. Sinclair said but it sounded like she might have been upset. Finally, the coffee was made and I unplugged the machine. As I put the cups on the table and began pouring, Mrs. Sinclair looked at me. "MY, my Camie you look lovely. You are maturing into a very pretty young lady now aren't you?" she said. "Camie? Young lady? What the fuck?" I thought. "Mrs, Sinclair, you know that I am not a lady. I'm eighteen today and a man! My name is Cameron and I am old enough to get out of here. Drink your coffee, I want to get out of here now," I said harshly glaring into her eyes. The reaction that I was expecting didn't take place. Instead, Mrs. Brown jumped up, grabbed the razor strop from the closet, pushed me over to the counter and began walloping my ass like all blazes. "Damn it Girl! I done thought I done teach you better than that! You done gone and embarrassed me in front of company no less. I'll teach you to disrespect me like that!" she yelled. By the time she had finished, I couldn't stand. My ass and thighs were aflame and all I could do was sink to the floor. Tears and snot were dripping all over my face. I don't know how long I sat there with my hands covering my face crying before Mrs. Brown handed me a wet paper towel and told me to clean up. When I was able to get a hold of myself and stagger to my feet, the two women just looked at me with small tight smiles on their faces. "Camie, er, Cameron if you insist, I have no idea of what you are talking about. All our records show that you are only just now turning sixteen. Look, here's a copy of your birth certificate. It clearly shows that you are sixteen and a female. If you doubt me, just look," Mrs. Sinclair said. I examined the document she handed me. I couldn't believe it. What she said was true. "But that's not me," I moaned. "Of course it is honey just like all your files with us and the federal government. You are a sixteen year old orphaned girl and under the protection of the welfare department. Now why don't you sit down while I review your progress with your foster Mother? You know, if you keep insisting that you are someone else and a boy at that, we have facilities for delusional people like you. That little display you just put on could get you put into one of our mental facilities. Mrs. Brown's corrective measures have proven themselves to work in most cases but if she decides you are a hopeless case. Well, you get my meaning child. Mrs. Brown would you like to transfer care to our mental facility for juveniles?" Mrs. Sinclair stated. "What? Mental facility? Shit! I could never get away from a place like that. Got to do something and fast," I thought. "Mrs. Brown, please, please don't send me to an insane asylum. I don't want to wind up in a straight jacket. Please, I promise to be good from now on. I promise, please," I begged. "Well, Mrs. Brown, I see that your discipline measures still work wonders. Her attitude has changed so much already," Mrs. Sinclair laughed. "Yeah, I guess I'll keep her for now but like you done said, she better toe the fucking line from now on. Now sit your ass down in dat chair while Mrs. Sinclair goes over your assessment and does her progress report on you," Mrs. Brown stated. The next hour went by in a fogged daze. Mrs. Sinclair checked my report cards, took lengthy notes on my dating and sexual activity and checked my room and closets. Her questions regarding my dating and sexual activity were the most embarrassing. I was forced into telling her in detail how I performed oral and anal with my boyfriend. Before she switched on her recording machine, she informed me that if I didn't fully cooperate by being very specific in my responses, I would be shipped off to a mental institution. As she was leaving, I heard her mention to Mrs. Brown that she would approve whatever vehicle she decided was appropriate. Ooo After that visit my life became even more miserable. Mrs. Brown and Arithia really got on my case. I now did all the chores around the house which in and of itself wasn't all that much more. What made it miserable was that I had to wear a maid's uniform as I performed my duties. The uniform was a simple A-line with a just below the knee hem and three- quarter length sleeves. It was black satin with a stiff white collar and winged cuffs. It came with a little white ruffled cap and white nylon bib apron with floral lace trim. Heavy black support pantyhose and black four inch stiletto heeled pointed toe pumps completed the outfit. I was also required to have my hair in a tight bun, bright red varnish on my nails and heavy evening wear makeup including bright red lipstick. After just an hour or two my feet would be on fire and my body roasting with retained heat. Yeah, I guess I forgot the other required garments. I had to wear o long-line girdle plus my new nylon/spandex torsolettes. The girdle and torsolette was Arithia's idea. She said I needed a more feminine figure and posture. For her part, Mrs. Brown put me on a mostly vegetarian diet. I was also required to take birth control pills along with my regular pills since I told Mrs. Sinclair that I was sexually active. Crap! Besides having to carry tampons in my purse, I now had that fucking blue plastic disc with its little white pills in there too. About a week after the evaluation visit, Mrs. Brown drove home in a brand new Buick SUV. Leather interior, bucket seats, top notch sound system and chromed spinner wheels. She was pleased as punch and for the first time in what seemed like ages; let me eat a hamburger with the rest of the family. When, a few days later, I asked her about how she got that new car, she told me it was none of my fucking business. It wasn't long after I started wearing my maid's uniform that Arithia decided that I should learn to be a personal maid. It was my duty, as she referred to it, to assist her in her evening bath. She took evil delight in forcing me to assist her with her personal hygiene. You guessed it, I had to literally wipe her ass and remove her used tampons among other less disgusting things. At least I didn't have to do any of that in the morning as we all were usually too rushed to get to school. Almost as humiliating as being a personal maid was having to answer the door when some of our school friends came over to visit. I would have to greet the guests then serve snacks or drinks or whatever they wanted. I couldn't address them by name but by Miss or Sir while performing a curtsey. When school started, Arithia decided I really didn't need all that education and had me skipping a lot of my classes. Not enough absences to cause me to fail but enough to bring my GPA down to a D from mostly A's and B's. By the time I graduated, I wouldn't be qualified to get a job as a secretary. So at the start of my second semester as a junior, I was moved into the Industrial Arts class and assigned to work in the afternoons at Tasha's hair salon. Another term for Industrial Arts is common laborer. While at Tasha's, supposedly learning to become a stylist, I spent my time cleaning, sweeping, shampooing and occasionally manicuring/pedicuring. Once I became "officially" eighteen, the best possible job I could get would be either as a maid or manicurist. Like I said, the maid's uniform was bad but having to walk to and from Tasha's in that transparent uniform was hell. One Friday, as I was walking to the salon, my bright red full slip with its lacy bodice and hem easily seen through that thin dress one of the gang bangers decided to hit on me. He had me pressed up against the wall and trying to slobber kiss me while sticking a hand up my skirt. Luckily for me, Theo was coming to meet me and was running a bit late. He got there in time to save me from that cretin. I guess Rosa had been right. As much as I hated having to go out with any man much less Theo, he did protect me from even worse things. After that incident, I didn't have any more physical confrontations but it didn't stop anyone from staring. I did have to give Theo a big reward for saving me. My throat and ass were sore for two days after I thanked him. By Christmas break of my junior year, Mrs. Brown decided to give me a special gift. About a week or so before school let out as I was ironing, she hinted that she and Arithia had discussed getting me something special. She said that it was something really missing that most maids had. Like what I needed was something most maids possessed. I had more than enough mops, brooms, and polish to last me a lifetime. I didn't need anything else. Mrs. Brown and Arithia escorted me over to the medicine woman's house where I had my lips puffed up. The woman met us and led us into the kitchen where an older man was sitting. He had a wrinkled face and a thin white mustache. He was bald except for white hair sticking out of the sides of his head. I thought he was kind of creepy when I saw him. I was nervous as hell and was given a cup of tea to help calm me. As we all sat around the kitchen table sipping tea, I started to feel woozy. When I finally woke up two days later in my own bed, I discovered my present. I now had two DD breasts. They were firm; bullet shaped sticking straight out from my chest with thick long dark nipples and obviously not natures gift. The only other gifts that I received were bras, blouses, dresses and uniforms in my new bra size. Oh, did I mention that except for the bras all that clothing was about one size too small which made my new assets really stand out. It took me awhile to discover another gift from the good doctor. Due to my new assets, I couldn't see my groin. It was some time later when standing nude in front of the full length mirror in my room that I discovered it. My slit was slightly open and wider than it had been. As I examined it, the lips actually parted a bit but not enough to allow penetration. That son of a bitch had sewn everything up so Arithia wouldn't have to keep gluing it in place. Some fucking holiday that was. Ooo At last my senior year was about to start. By now I was getting use to feeling like a cow. My utters, I couldn't bring myself to call them breasts, were the only place anyone's eyes ever got to. Theo of course loved them and thoroughly enjoyed fucking me between their warm embrace. All the guy's heads would turn and follow them whenever I passed by but I was getting use to it. To endure their weight, I was forced to wear tight fitting corsets with supportive cups and wide straps. The straps dug into my shoulders forcing them over time to become more sloped and rounded. Even with the support of the corset, after spending hours on my feet in four inch are longer heels my back was killing me. My waist was whittled down to a mere eighteen inches thanks to my vegetarian diet and there was little muscle mass as well to support those massive mammaries. I was totally dependant on stiffly boned corsets. The only good news was that I was now allowed to go out on my own more often. With working at Tasha's, all the household chores and maid service that didn't leave me a whole lot of spare time. It was now spring and found myself alone for the first time in ages. Wearing a bright violet tube top, short pleated black flair skirt and a pair of five inch stiletto heeled platform sandals I was walking in the mall. I had just got paid by Tasha and needed a dress for the upcoming Spring Dance. I was actually looking forward to this trip for a number of reasons. It would be my first brand new dress and not something from the thrift store. I could pick out whatever dress I wanted without Arithia, Amy, or Mrs. Brown dictating what I should get. It was while I was digging through a rack of formals that I bumped into another girl almost knocking the both of us to the ground. "Geez, I'm sorry," I apologized. As I looked at her I was dumbfounded. It was my Jennie. I couldn't help myself as I blurted out, "Jennie, is that really you. Oh, I have missed you so much." "Excuse me? But do I know you?" she asked. "It's me, Cameron. Jennie, it's really me!" I said without thinking. I had completely forgotten how much I had changed since seeing her last. "Cameron? No way you're Cameron. You're a girl," she replied confused. "You've got a birthmark just over your right breast. Its dark brown and looks sorta like a lazy eight," I replied still without thinking. "OMG! How do you know that? Cameron?" she said looking at me very closely. "Oh fuck! What have I done?" I thought as it finally hit me what I was doing. Hell, I didn't want her to know that this was me. I hated the new me and certainly didn't want anyone who knew me before to find out what I had become. With that realization, the water works began flowing down my cheeks. I really don't remember much of what happened immediately after that. I recollect that we went to the food court and talked. I was an emotional wreck and almost sick with fear of how she would react. She fooled me, I did tell you that she was smart didn't I. Well to make a long story short, she was convinced that I was really Cameron and made me go home with her. There I met with her father and mother and spilled my life history. At first, I don't think they believed me. I mean who would. A conspiracy between social worker and foster care giver, the abuse and outright enslavement, you know that can't happen. The turning point came when I mentioned the huge sum of money I was to inherit. Mr. Logan, Jennie's dad, said he would look into it. He was a major on the State Police force. "Alright Cameron, I think I believe you. Now I want you to go back home, Jennie will drive you, let me do some digging and I'll get back to you if and I mean if I find out anything to substantiate your story," he said. I felt better after that and Jennie took me back to the mall. I had insisted that she drop me off there as I didn't want to raise any suspicions. I told her to contact me either at school or at Tasha's salon and gave her the numbers. As we parted she gave me a hug and small smile. For the first time in years, I actually felt like living again. It took almost two months but I was called out of class on a Wednesday morning to meet with the principal. Major Logan was there with another officer. All he said in explanation was, "Come with me young lady. We have some questions for you." From the school we went to the State Police headquarters. "Cameron, I didn't want to alert anyone at your school about what I really needed you for. I just told the principal that you were someone of interest in a series of thefts. I want to get a set of finger prints from you to verify something we dug up. If what I expect to find proves that you are who you say you are, then we'll correct the situation," he told me as we drove away from MLK. Hot damn! It's finally over. Major Logan and a team of forensic detectives had investigated my story. An in-depth audit of Mrs. Sinclair and her husband's finances as well as Mr. and Mrs. Brown's showed some significant variances. This led them to check the Social Services System's records base with probable cause. In turn, they discovered some improprieties in the records concerning one Cameron Sawyer. With a copy of my birth certificate obtained from the hospital where I was born and my finger prints the case was made. The three trials were lengthy and guilty verdicts were handed down. Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair received twenty years for fraud and another twenty for reckless endangerment of a juvenile. Mrs. Sinclair received an extra ten for malfeasance of office. Mr. and Mrs. Brown were convicted of many counts of wrong doing the least of which was falsifying reimbursement records in order to commit fraud. The five counts of child endangerment, five counts of criminal acts against a juvenile were enough to send them to jail for eighty years without parole. Arithia since she was eighteen or older when she committed her act of larceny and criminal acts was sent to prison for fifty years with a chance for parole after thirty years. She would have received a stiffer sentence if some of the jury members hadn't thought that her Mother's influence forced her into those acts. I was advised to sue the shit out of the state by my lawyer for full restitution of my estate plus penalties and interest. When it was all said and done, I was very wealthy but I was still Camie. I went to many doctors, at State expense, and a lot of what happened could be undone. The only problem was that I could never be a real man. Thanks to the encapsulation of my testicles within my body and the hormones, I effectively didn't have any sperm and my prostate was producing very little if any male hormones. Add in the fact that I had been acting and living as a girl for so long, my mannerisms and even my thinking was more female than male. I guess it really wasn't that hard of a decision, I opted for full SRS and a breast reduction. I now have normal sized breasts for my body configuration and a working vagina. I have undergone a lot of physical therapy to add muscle to my back and other areas but I still enjoy wearing a pretty corset around my now twenty inch waist. Jennie is still my best girl friend and we get together a lot. We double date fairly often. Yes, I enjoy going out with handsome young men as long as I am in control of my own destiny. The doctor that did my surgery was really very good and my clit sends tremors throughout my body if it's stimulated long enough. Damn men! Why do they have to cum so fucking soon! The End