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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, the majority of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that may not be suitable for all audiences. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, please seek professional counseling. Immediately. Author's warning: This story contains inferences to incest. In no way do I condone the actions of some of this story's characters happening in real life. And while some of this story is fantasy, some of it really happened. This is a story I feel compelled to tell, regardless of how painful it is to tell it, or to read it. All I ask of the reader is a little patience, and to keep reading. *** *** *** Prologue Growing up without a father isn't easy. I guess I shouldn't blame my birth father for leaving us. But, the fact is, he did. Lots of kids have to live without their father, for one reason or another. Thankfully, not all of them have happen to them what happened to me, my brother and my sister. My name is Joey. I'm the oldest. My brother Darryl is a year and half younger than me. Our baby sister Rita is two years younger than him. Our mom's name is Patricia, though we always called her Mommy, even Darryl and I long after little boys weren't supposed to. She was twenty-one when I was born. Our father and Mommy split up when I was five, and Mommy would never tell us why (though I have my suspicions). I don't remember a lot about those early years. I remember we never had all the nice things other families had, we moved around all the time, and it was never easy to make friends, not only because I was always the "new kid on the block" but also because I wasn't a typical boy: I had a disease that made my bones easy to break, so I pretty much avoided the rough and tumble outdoor activities typical of boys. Rita had the same problem, but unlike me she never grew out of it. So, I ended up learning to like staying indoors and reading, doing crafts with Mommy and Rita, building model ships and airplanes, and talking to Mommy about stuff. When Rita got old enough we started to play together; I loved playing dolls and house, and all the other soft, girly games little girls play. Some of Mommy's boyfriends over the years seemed to go out of their way to get me involved in boyish things like sports and hunting, camping, fishing. I never liked those things, especially anything violent like football or hunting. Except maybe camping; it was nice in the fresh air; but the men would always tease me because I liked to pick flowers and just wander around. Other boyfriends of Mommy's seemed to take an instant dislike to me, calling me names like "sissy", "pansy" and "nancy boy," just like the kids at school did. They didn't last long. Getting teased like that hurt, no matter how long I'd heard it, or from whom. Even Darryl would call me those names when we argued. Darryl, on the other hand, was all boy. He loved playing outdoors, thought nothing of getting dirty or messy, he loved sports, and he usually ended up being favored by both sorts of Mommy's boyfriends. He was always coming home with cuts and bruises, sometimes even with a black eye or swollen lip from getting into fights with the other boys. I only learned later that a lot of the fights he got into were because the other boys would make fun of him for having a "sissy fag" for a brother. Rita was a typical girl. Like me, she loved things soft and feminine, and she was encouraged to be whatever kind of girl she wanted to be. The older she got, the more girly she got, and though I didn't realize it I was very jealous of her. And I wasn't just jealous of Rita but envious that Mommy and her boyfriends would treat Rita so much nicer than they seemed to treat me. Mommy always loved me; I never doubted that: I was always her "special boy." But Rita was given so much more of the attention I didn't even know I craved at the time, or from whom. Mommy was a smart woman. I knew that. She went to college and earned a degree in psychology. She told me she'd always wanted to be a clinical psychologist. But when she got pregnant with me she had to give that all up. Father insisted; he was ten years older than Mommy and very old- fashioned, even for the early Sixties. And then, just as I was getting old enough for a babysitter so Mommy could go back to school for her doctorate, along came Darryl, and then Rita. And because Rita had been born two months premature, even after a year, when Father left us, there was no way for Mommy to go back to school. She had to get whatever jobs she could to support us, and for a woman in the Sixties that meant crappy jobs with worse pay. Well, all that's in the past. The life I remember began when I was eleven. That's when we moved to a small city in southwest Washington State. Our first summer there was spent picking green-beans and that's when I learned I abhorred manual labor. It was back-breaking work for pennies, even worse than picking strawberries like Darryl and I did a few summers later for spending money, and picking berries is no picnic. It was when I was twelve, just before starting the sixth grade, when Mommy met Fred, the man who would eventually become our step-father -- and the most significant influence of my teen years; he helped make me into the person I am today. Mommy was working as a bookkeeper in the town's hospital when she and Fred met at a Parents Without Partners social get together. Fred had a young son from a previous marriage, as well as a step-daughter from his ex-wife's previous marriage. I know, it sounds complicated, and when you throw in the uncles, aunts and cousins and all, it got *very* complicated, especially with the events that later unfolded. But I'll get to that later. Patrick was Fred's son. I thought it amusing that his name was so close to Mommy's, even more so because Patrick was more of a sissy than I was. I don't know whether that was because of Fred and his mother splitting up, or because he didn't even have a brother around, only his older step- sister, Stephanie, and his mother. Stephanie was about eight years older than Patrick, and not a nice girl. She never liked me, Darryl or Rita, it seemed, and we didn't much like her. But I was so damned jealous of Patrick's ability to just be the person he was, sissy or not, his mother and sister loved him just the same, and what made it worse was that Patrick didn't seem to care if he was a sissy. He had his own dolls, even his own Barbies sets! When we first met Stephanie, she was sixteen; I was only twelve. If I'd known myself a little better at the time I would have realized, no matter how mean she could be, I wanted her to like me. But not as a girl likes a boy: the way she loved Patrick, like a little sister. Every time we went to visit them I so desperately wanted to ask if I could play dolls with Patrick, the way Rita could. But, by then, I was so introverted and ashamed of being a sissy at heart I never said a word. Instead I called Patrick names, just like the mean kids at school used to do to me when I was his age -- before I learned to hide my sissiness (though not always successfully). Fred was so uptight and so set in his ways. He was a "millwright" and though he tried to explain what that was, I never understood. He worked at a forest products mill, fixing their machines or something like that. I knew he was a hard working man, because he always came home tired, dirty and smelling of machines and manly sweat. He made Mommy quit her job and go back to being a homemaker, and he told us that we had to do whatever he said and say "Yes, sir!" or "No, sir!". He liked everything to be "just so" and wouldn't tolerate disobedience or non-conformity to his wishes. I only had to get one bare-butt spanking from him to know never to cross him again! We learned that it was best just to do what he wanted, the way he wanted it done, without argument. For some reason, Mommy seemed happy with that arrangement, and made sure us kids didn't slack. But he was also very generous, and he would go out of his way to help all of us be happy in our new life with him. I knew he had a warm heart, and he showed it often. This story really starts on the day I found out that Fred had another side to him, a side that, eventually, made my life so much better and yet so much stranger, than I ever thought it could be. Part 1 For the first couple years after Mommy and Fred were married, life for us went on as you might expect for a lower middle-class working family in a mill town. Although we weren't rich, we now had a decent place to live, enough food to eat, new school clothes every year, and that first summer after they got married we even took a long family vacation in a motor home all the way to Disneyland. Mommy had a real husband again, instead of just a boyfriend, and we could see how happy that made her. The best part, all of us kids felt, was that we finally a father. We, but especially me, had an almost desperate need to please him. I never wanted to be without a father again, not ever, and I knew in my heart that I, at least, would do whatever it took for him to stay with us. It was my fourteenth birthday party when the "changes" started. I had already opened all the 'little' presents, clothes from Mom and Fred, a pretty little bracelet from Rita, a large box of my favorite candy, Hot Tamales, from Darryl, and other such things. It was now time for my 'big' present. As soon as the pretty wrapping paper was off one end of the large box, I could see that it was exactly what I'd asked for: a big scale model kit of the World War Two version of the aircraft carrier 'Enterprise', the 'Big E'. I'd done a report on it in history class, and of course got an "A" because I loved heroes and it was the most heroic ship of the war, I felt. Overwhelmed with emotion, I clutched the box to my chest and ran over to where Mommy and Fred were sitting. "Oh, Mommy! Dad!" I blurted out, "it's exactly what I wanted! Thank you! Thank you!" I gently set the box down and gave Mommy a big, tight hug. "Thank you!" I whispered into her ear. She kissed my cheek, we broke our hug and I smiled at her. "What?" Fred asked. "Don't I get a hug, too?" He held his arms open for me with a smile on his handsome face. I quickly looked over at Mommy and she nodded. He'd not been that physically affectionate with me before but somehow I couldn't help myself and jumped into his arms. I could feel how strong he was as they wrapped around me and held me tight. One hand slid slowly up and down my back, almost to my bottom. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt for him to hold me like that! I put my arms around his neck and pressed my face to his neck. His face was freshly shaved but I could still feel the stubble near his neck. I could smell his aftershave, and I still like it to this day, on the right man. "Thank you, Dad," I said, barely audibly, I was so overcome with strange new feelings. 'Dad' was what Darryl and I usually called him. Only Rita called him 'Daddy'. But he whispered into my ear: "Daddy. Call me Daddy." I tingled all over as he said that, hugging me a little tighter. His hand rested at the small of my back, his pinky moving a little, just on the edge of my bottom under my pants. When he did that my little penis made a tent in my undies and I was sure he could feel it pressing against him. "Thank you, Daddy," I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Darryl and Rita giggled when I said that but at that moment I didn't care. From that moment on he was 'Daddy'. "Thank you so much!" We finally broke our hug but he still held me by the shoulders. "If you need any help with it, Joey, just let me know." He'd always called me 'Joe' before. So did Darryl. Mommy and Rita called me 'Joey', though. I smiled at him and he let go of my shoulders. I picked up the model kit box and held it to my chest again, like it was the most precious gift I'd ever received. At that moment, it was. "I will, Daddy," I said. I looked over to Mommy and she was beaming a smile at me, though she a funny look on her face, like she was sad even though was smiling. She and Daddy stood up from the couch, holding hands. "Joey, honey," she said, "why don't you clean up all the wrapping paper and put your presents away? We'll have dinner and your cake later on." "Okay, Mommy," I answered. I saw them walk towards where the hallway to their bedroom was. I had an idea what they were going to do and smiled to myself. They did that a lot, though not as much lately as they used to. I gathered up my presents, stacking everything else on top of the model kit, and walked towards the bedroom. Rita went into the living room but Darryl followed me. He and I shared a bedroom while Rita had her own room, even though both rooms were the same size. Our bedroom had twin beds, one large dresser we shared, a small desk and double-door sized closet. The doors were covered with mirrors. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Darryl watching me as I put my presents away. I set the model kit on my bed, sat down next to it and opened it. "You really are a little fag boy, now, ain't you?" he said. I could hear the sneer in his voice. "'Thank you, Daddy,'" he mocked, wiggling his wrist limply in the air and shaking his hips side to side. I was going to do the usual drill, and say something back, but I couldn't think of anything. But then I looked at him, and finally something occurred to me. I smiled. "You look so cute standing like that," I said, putting my hand in front of my mouth and giggling. I know I was acting like a girl but that didn't matter if it got him upset. And it did. "Fuck you!" he said and straightened up. The hand with the limp wrist turned into a fist with the middle finger pointed up. He shoved the fist into my face. I slapped his hand away and stuck my tongue out. "Not if you were the only boy in the world!" I said. Darryl shoved his finger-topped fist back in my face and walked out. At that moment I wasn't sure whether I liked boys or girls. I'd seen the girls at school, and I was fascinated with them and their curvy bodies, their wonderful-looking breasts, their long, beautiful hair, the way they moved, the way they dressed, the way they smelled, their laughter and pretty smiles. At that point I wasn't even sure what 'fucking' was, and I was pretty sure Darryl didn't either, but I knew it was something that boys and girls did together. I had no idea then that two boys could 'fuck' too. Mommy and Daddy hadn't had that "talk" with me and none of the other kids at school talked to me about anything like that yet. But I did know how exciting and interesting it was in the showers after physical education class or track practice. I had to concentrate so hard not to stare at all the naked boys around me, the tight little butts, the penises in all different sizes, and the hair on most of the boy's crotches, their sometimes muscly bodies all wet and shiny and soapy. It was very embarrassing when I got hard because it was obvious: even though my penis is so small I was still hairless "down there," so you could clearly see it poking out to its full three inches. (And yes, I'd measured it, the very night after my first shower with naked boys.) Maybe I was homosexual, maybe not, but I didn't really know then how horny I would so easily get later on, so at that moment it didn't matter. *** *** *** I was lying on my tummy on my bed, reading through the assembly instructions for the model kit and looking at the various pieces, when Rita knocked on the post of my open bedroom door and walked in. She was always so polite and I always returned the courtesy. "Hi Joey," she said. "Hi Rita!" I said. I sat up in bed and folded and put the instructions aside. I held out my left arm and wriggled my arm around so the bracelet she gave me would jingle. It was so pretty: a charm bracelet with little gold animal-shapes of various kinds dangling from a loose black metal band. "Thank you so much for the present," I said. She suddenly smiled, hurried over to sit next to me on the bed, took me by the hand and gently fingered some of the charms on the bracelet. "Do you really like it?" "Oh yes," I said, "I love it!" I pulled her to me and we hugged. I loved my sister so much and told her so. "I love you, too, Joey," she said. "I'm so glad you like your bracelet. It's not too girly for you, is it?" She knew how I felt about being girly and doing girly things. We still loved to play dolls, play dress- up, and play girly games. But she also knew that Darryl teased me for it, and that he would tell his friends anything I did that he thought the least bit 'faggy' or 'girly' so they wouldn't think he was like that, too. There were still days when I came home from school crying because of the teasing, or from getting beat up. "Yes, it's girly, and I love it!" I said. "I love this one," I said, touching a little unicorn. "Mommy helped me pick it out," she said shyly. "Really?" I asked. I knew Rita must have had help. She was only ten years old, and there was no way she could've paid for something so nice, but if it was her idea then as far as I cared it was from her and I decided then and there that I would wear it everywhere, even to school. The teasings and beatings might be worth it, knowing that it would help Rita feel good if I showed her how much I loved her present. "Um hmm! We went to the mall in Portland last Saturday for it," she said. She let go of my hand and looked down. "I heard when you thanked Daddy for your model present," she said quietly. "You called him 'Daddy', just like me." "He asked me to do that," I said. "Isn't it okay?" I asked. I was worried that Rita would be jealous, or worse, would start making fun of me, too. She looked up and smiled at me. "It's okay, Joey!" she said. "It's nice to know that you're going to be my sister now." "What?" I asked. Her sister? Me? What the heck was she talking about? "Yes, we're going to be sisters. Darryl will still be our brother." She had to be joking around, but the expression on her face was so serious. "But I can't be your sister," I said. "I'm a boy!" "No you're not," she replied, with a totally serious look on her pretty face. "Not anymore. Daddy said so." She smiled at me. "It's so cool that you can finally stop pretending to be a boy! We'll have even more fun now. I can't wait until we go shopping!" She was so excited but I was completely confused. "What are you talking about?" I looked at her like she was nuts. "I am too a boy. I have a pee-pee and everything!" Then it hit me what else she'd said. "What do you mean, 'Daddy said so'?" She giggled, like she did when she'd done something naughty but silly. "You know where Mommy and Daddy are?" I shook my head, even though I could guess. "Yes, you do. They're in their room making love. But I listened at the door, like I always do when I can." My little sister was a pervert? I started feeling a little dizzy. "I had to stop when Darryl came back in the house." She giggled again. "You must have made him really mad. What did you say?" She just kept talking. "Anyway, before they started Mommy and Daddy talked a little." "What did they say? You have to tell me exactly what they said! Please?" I asked, barely able to get it out before my throat tightened up. And so she told me. *** *** *** "Are you satisfied?" Mommy asked, sounding really nervous. "Almost, almost, sweet cake," Daddy said. He paused and chuckled. "God, what a little sissy he is." Daddy's voice sounded so exited. "I could feel the way he trembled when I held him to me. His little penis got so hard when I stroked his back and tickled the top of his bum crack." He chuckled. "I'm glad he's such a pretty one, too. It'll be much easier for him to become my little girl." "I wish ..." Mommy started to say. "Wish what?" Daddy asked meanly. "Wish what?" "Ow, that hurts!" Mommy said. "I wish there was another way to make you happy." "You make me happy, baby," Daddy said, "but letting me have him, too, will keep us together. That's what you want, isn't it?" "You know I can't live without you!" she said, her voice choking up. "You know that! I need you, we need you so much. But why can't I be enough for you? Why do you have to take my Joey, too?" "Because I have needs, baby,' Daddy said, "needs only a little sissy like him can satisfy, or should I say 'her'? You don't understand now, but maybe you will someday." He paused. "Unless you'd rather it be someone else?" "No, no, no! Please! Not that," Mommy said. "You said you wouldn't!" "I won't, as long as I can have 'him'. I sure don't need any more kids." Daddy took a deep breath and let it out slowly, humming. "Then it's settled," Daddy said. "We have a new daughter. Right, baby?" "Yes," she answered quietly. "'Yes' what?" he asked. "Yes, Master," Mommy replied. "We have a new daughter." "Good girl," Daddy said. "Get 'her' started right away, just like I told you. And have her pick her own girl's name. 'Joey' is much too boyish for such a precious girl." "Yes, Master." Mommy started crying until Daddy kissed her, and then she moaned. *** *** *** I sat there totally shocked when Rita finished. I wish she didn't have such a good memory. I was feeling more dizzy by the second, and scared, but there was also a part of me that was curious to know what Daddy wanted from me. I could only guess and some of the ideas that popped into my head were making my penis hard again. That made me blush right then since it was happening in front of someone that I'd thought was my 'innocent' little sister. I realized then that she knew more about sex at ten than I did at fourteen. I put my hands in my lap to cover my little bulge. "So, like I said: you're going to be a girl," Rita said, "just like me -- except for your little weewee." She giggled and then hugged me. "And Daddy wants you! Isn't that great? I'm so jealous!" She pulled back and put her hands on my arms. "I wonder if you'll get to have a 'gina like me? That would be neat!" I couldn't believe she was saying such things. Was she crazy or something? Was I? I just sat there and stared at her for a couple minutes before the world went black. "Joey, sweetie?" I heard a voice ask. "Are you okay?" I was lying sideways on my bed. I turned to look at who was talking and blinked open my eyes when I heard paper crinkling under my head. I looked up to see Rita leaning over me; her face had a worried look that changed into a smile when she saw that I was awake. "Oh, thank god!" she said. "You're awake." She caressed my cheek, just like Mommy would do. "I was so worried. Why did you fall asleep like that?" I let her tug on my arms to help me sit up. "I don't know, Rita," I replied. I still felt a little dizzy. I looked her in the face and said: "There's no way you heard right," I told her. "Or you don't remember what they said. I'm not going to be a girl!" "I did too hear right!" she said. "And you know I don't forget stuff." She was right about that: Rita never forgot anything she heard or saw, which might explain why she got perfect grades in school. But I didn't want to believe what she'd said. It couldn't be right! Why would Daddy want me to be a girl? And then it hit me. "But that doesn't make sense, Rita?" I protested. "I'm not built like you. I can't be a girl and make Daddy happy like Mommy or you!" But the thought of it was making my penis hard again. I so badly wanted Daddy to love me! Could I really do it? How? "So what?" she said. "My friend Tammy told me about her big brother, Danny. She said he likes boys and has a boyfriend and everything." She looked down and pointed at my bulging crotch. "Besides, you like the idea anyway, don't you? I can see you do. Tammy showed me some magazines of her brother's that were so cool! When boys get excited their thingies get hard and long." She patted me on my upper arm and giggled. "But not you, big sister," she said. "Maybe you get hard but you stay nice and tiny, almost like a girl. That proves it!" she said, pointing again at the tent in my pants. "I am not small!" I protested again, even though I knew I was. My penis was the smallest of any of the boys I showered with after P.E. or track. "Yes, you are, Joey," replied Rita. "Admit it! I've seen you naked and your thingie is tiny compared to some of the boys I saw in Danny's magazines." "That doesn't mean I'm a girl." This time my protest sounded weak even to me. "Whatever!" she said. "If Daddy says you're a girl, then you're a girl." She pulled my hands away from my lap where I'd used them to cover my bulge again and held them in hers. "Don't you want a Daddy to love us? I know you do. Daddy said he'll stay with us and Mommy if you do what he wants. I want a Daddy, too, Joey! Please do what Daddy wants!" she begged. "Pretty please?" I remembered then another thing she said Daddy had said: that if it wasn't going to be me then it would be someone else, someone that could make babies. And that meant only one other person: Rita. Even if she knew more about sex than me she was still my baby sister, and so innocent, I thought. I couldn't let Daddy take that away from her. I wanted her to stay the innocent little girl I thought she was. "Okay," I whispered. "What?" she asked. I looked at her smiling face. I could tell she'd heard me. "I said 'okay'. I'll be a girl for Daddy." It felt like my whole world had collapsed around my ears. I tried to smile. "And for you." I squeezed her hands. "Oh, thank you thank you!" she nearly shouted. She squeezed my hands back and then we fell into a tight hug. "I love you, big sister!" "I love you, little sister," I said. We hugged even while I cried, to say good-bye to the last little bit of boyhood that died right there on my fourteenth birthday. *** *** *** Dinner that night was very weird. Mommy made my favorite dish, like she always did on our birthdays. For me, it was hot dogs, boiled potato and pork & beans. I was squashing the potato on my plate before covering it with the sliced up hot dogs and then the beans when Mommy said: "Joey, honey, you know you can't keep eating like that and still keep your figure, don't you?" My figure? It took me a minute to figure out what she meant and I blushed. "I know, Mommy," I replied. "But it's my birthday." I smiled at her as I finished making my 'hot dog pie.' I looked over at Daddy who had a smirk on his face. His deep blue eyes were sparkling when he looked into my soft brown ones and I almost dropped the spoon I was using to serve my portion of pork & beans. I felt a flutter in my tummy, and my neck and face got all warm. "Well, starting tomorrow we'll get you on a better diet," Mommy said. She finished pouring her iced tea from the pitcher and handed it to me. "Okay, Mommy," I said, and poured myself some of the unsweetened tea. I figured I knew what sort of diet I would end up on: one for girls and women so they'd stay skinny and curvy for boys and men. I sighed as I thought about that. Mommy really was "getting me started" right away. I didn't understand why she was doing this, but I trusted her love for me. As I ate, I wondered why Mommy would call Daddy 'Master,' like she was his slave or something. I wondered if Daddy would make me do it to, and guessed he probably would. After we'd finished eating, before bringing out my birthday cake, Mommy set a glass of water and two little purple pills shaped like footballs in front of me. "She set two white pills each next to Rita's and Darryl's plates. I picked up one of the pills. "What are these, Mommy?" I asked. "I'm not sick." "And as long as you take them, you probably won't get sick," she said. "Those are special vitamins. You each have some. Take them now, children," she said. "Yes, Mommy," we all replied automatically, as Daddy had taught us. Though I could swear Darryl had said just 'Mom' instead. After we'd taken our pills, I asked: "Why are mine purple, Mommy?" "Because you're the oldest, Joey," Daddy said, before Mommy could answer. He was looking right at me when he said that and I had a tingly feeling go down my back then. "Your mother and I want you to be fine and healthy," he said. "Don't we, Pat?" "Yes, Ma - Yes, dear," she answered quickly. "You'll be taking two of those at night, sweetie and another purple one and a white one in the mornings." She patted my hand. "Do it for me, won't you, Joey?" she asked, a worried look on her beautiful face. "Yes, Mommy, I'll do it," I answered. The whole conversation felt funny. It was almost like our questions and answers had two meanings: one obvious and the other not. "Rita, would you come help me in the kitchen, please?" Mommy asked. Rita jumped up and ran giggling into the kitchen. Darryl, Daddy and I just sat there not speaking to each other, though Daddy kept looking at me with a smile and twinkling eyes. I wanted to say something to Daddy about what Rita had told me, I wanted to ask him if it was true he wanted me to be a girl with him, but I couldn't find the courage. Plus Darryl was sitting right there. I guess Darryl would figure it out eventually, that he was going to have two sisters soon, but I still couldn't talk about it in front of him. Suddenly the lights went out and I got scared for second before Mommy came back into kitchen carrying a big, round cake with a lot of lit candles on top. My birthday cake! And chocolate, too. Mommy knew all my favorite things! I almost started crying as I realized how much Mommy loved me. She set the cake down on the table a bit in front of me, followed by Rita setting down the serving plates, forks and a big knife. I looked up at Mommy, got up, hugged her around her bosom, and held her tight. "I love you, Mommy!" I said fervently. I really did at that moment feel utter and complete love for my mother. I broke our hug, and knowing what was expected, ran to the other side of the table had hugged Daddy around his neck, still sitting in his chair. He still smelled so good! "Thank you, Daddy," I said out loud. I don't know how I did it, but I whispered into his ear: "I'll do whatever you want me to, Daddy." And then I kissed him on the cheek and hugged him again. What shocked and yet excited me were his whisper to me: "Good girl!" And then he kissed me softly on my neck. I just knew he could feel my hard little penis pressed against the side of his chest as we hugged. I knew then, at that moment, with those little whispers and kisses, that my fate as a girl was sealed. *** *** *** Over the next few months the only thing that seemed to change in our house was that Daddy and I were more openly physically affectionate. There were many times where Daddy and I would sit next to each other on the couch watching TV. Sometimes we just held hands. Other times, Daddy would put an arm over my shoulder, and I would snuggle up against him and rest my head on his chest, with one arm pressing against his side and the other softly draped over his hard tummy. Most scary, but exciting, of all was when we were alone and Daddy would hold that hand and slowly pull my hand to his crotch, pressing it to his huge, erect penis under his pants, sliding it up and down. As time went on, I began to accept the fact that I was now a "daddy's girl," and I started to identify myself that way, at least in my own mind. Darryl only teased me about me being so close with Daddy one time, at least in front of me; he got his butt whupped good for that. Darryl didn't talk to me for days afterwards. I think he learned to be as scared of Daddy's temper as much as I was. I never knew whether or not he and Daddy had had a private little chat, but it made sense; when Darryl did talk to me again he was always nice, polite and he never teased me again about being girly. Mommy and Rita and I got closer as time passed. We would share housework while Daddy and Darryl handled the outside work. Rita and I learned how to cook, clean, do laundry, mend clothes, everything Daddy said was "woman's work." It didn't bother me. I hated noisy, smelly dirty chores like taking out the trash, mowing the lawn or working on cars. I liked being indoors with Mommy and Rita much better. It was nicer to have them around when I would suddenly start crying over the simplest things, or to share a sudden burst of giddy happiness. Mommy told me not to worry about my mood swings; she said it was all part of growing up. At school things pretty much stayed the same all through the rest of the eighth grade. The mean kids teased me, the nasty boys threatened to beat me up, the nice kids talked to me. And, as I began to accept the fact that I was going to be a girl, whether I wanted to or not, some of them could tell my attitude had changed a bit and they even became a little friendly. That might have also been because we'd been living in that town long enough for them to get used to me and my ways, but I think I was also starting to relax about myself as a person, now that I knew, sort of, what my future held. In late June, a couple weeks after school had let out for the summer break, was when more, and serious, changes began. One day I came back inside after having gone to a Saturday matinee and walked to my room, or what I thought was my room, and I saw Darryl re-arranging the furniture. The room only had one bed now. "What's going on?" I asked. "Where's my bed?" "You don't sleep in this room anymore," he answered. "This is a boy's room. You sleep in the girl's room now." He pointed to the suitcases and boxes piled in the hallway. "I put all your stuff in there. You can carry it yourself." "You can't do this!" I said. "Where's Mommy?" "Don't cry to me, baby, Mom is the one that told me to do this, and I am so freakin' happy I don't have to sleep in the same room as you anymore!" He turned his back on me and muttered "faggot" under his breath. "What did you say?" I asked. "If Daddy heard you say that you'd get in trouble." "What? I didn't say nuthin'" he replied. "Get lost!" He walked up to the door and slammed it in my face. Standing there, still facing the door, I suddenly realized what was going on. I turned away and looked down the hall to see Mommy standing by Rita's bedroom door. My bedroom door, too, now, I thought to myself. She looked at me for a moment, a sad look on her face. "I'm sorry honey," she said. "But I think you know why it has to be this way." When I started crying she rushed down the hall and took me into her arms. "It's okay, baby, go ahead and cry. Mommy's here for you." "Oh, Mommy!" I blubbered. "I don't want to be a girl!" I said, over and over. I let myself believe that this day wouldn't come, since no big changes had happened since my birthday back in April. Mommy let me cry for a bit more, and when I wound down to just sniffles she pulled away and then handed me an opened purse-pack of Kleenex, with several left in it. I pulled one out and blew my nose, doing it just like a girl if I'd realized it at the time. "I'm okay now, Mommy," I said. "That's good, sweetie. Let me help you get your things to your new room." She picked up my biggest suitcase and walked down the hall. I followed with a smaller one. When we got to the room, I looked around surprised. The room looked really different. It had two beds, with matching pink and white lace-trimmed comforters with matching pillow- cases covering big stuffed pillows, and matching bed-skirts. Rita's dresser had been replaced. Between the two beds was a large, white chest of drawers with gold trim and a huge mirror. On one side was a large vanity and long padded bench with a lighted mirror as big as the vanity, in the same color and trim scheme as the chest of drawers. Rita was sitting on one of the beds, gently brushing the hair of her favorite Malibu Stacy Barbie doll. Behind her was an array of her stuffed animals. On the other bed were more stuffed animals, some I recognized, some looked brand new. I figured out where my bed had gone. I stood in the doorway enchanted. It was like a dream come true, a dream I hadn't even known I'd had. This beautiful room was going to be my room! Rita looked at me and laughed. "I think she likes it, Mommy," she said. She got up, came over to me and took me by the hand. "Come on in, big sister!" "I think she does," Mommy said, and chuckled a bit herself. She set my big suitcase on my bed, opened it up, and started putting things away. I was too distracted to notice at the time that she didn't put any of my undies, socks or t-shirts into the drawers. "Why don't you help her, Rita," Mommy said, "she seems a little shocked." "Come on, sis, let's get your stuff put away." "After we get her old things put away," said Mommy, "we can show her some of her new things and have a nice, long talk." "That sounds wonderful, Mommy!" Rita said happily. *** *** *** I think Mommy understood that "the talk" would have to come first. I had only vague ideas about what my 'new things' would be, and I was still in a state of shock from the changes that had happened in the couple hours I'd been at the movies. We'd finished putting my stuff away, though not all of it. The suitcases still held my boys undies, sock, t-shirts and all my "play" clothes. The only things hanging in the closet or in the drawers were stuff I'd worn to school, and not even all of that. That was okay, I guess, since hardly any of my clothes fit anymore. My undies and pants had gotten too tight for my bottom and were too loose for my waist. I thought maybe I was getting fat, but my tummy was still flat, except for a little mound below my navel. My chest sure wasn't flat, though. I was actually glad I wasn't going to have to wear some of my shirts anymore; most of them were too rough on my skin and constantly irritated my puffy nipples, making them almost always hard. And, with nothing to hide them poking out, wearing them was sometimes embarrassing. I didn't get to move all of my toys and other stuff, either. The model of the Enterprise I'd finished building a few weeks earlier was still in my old room -- Darryl's room, along with those few toys that Mommy said were too boyish for the girl I was to become. "Let's sit down for a minute, girls," Mommy said. She looked at me, I guess to see if I reacted to be included as 'one of the girls,' but since I didn't we sat down. I sat on my bed and Mommy sat next to me. Rita sat on her bed, with her legs crossed under her. I stared at the floor. "Rita tells me you know a little about how things have to be now," Mommy said. She looked at Rita and shook her finger at her. "And if I ever catch you listening outside any doors again, miss, I'll let your daddy decide on a punishment! Do you understand?" "Yes, Mommy," Rita replied, "I do." She sounded like she understood, but I knew my sister; she'd risk Daddy's belt on her bottom if it meant getting to listen in on people doing things behind closed doors. We'd talked about it often enough, joking that she could go be a spy for CIA or something. "Now, sweetie," said Mommy, turning a bit towards me. She lifted my chin up with a finger. When I looked at her she caressed my cheek and patted it gently. "I'm going to tell you some things, both of you," she said, looking briefly at Rita. "I love your father. I love him so much I can't really explain it. Mommy needs him in ways she can't explain, and she has to do what he wants. I'm sure when you're older you'll understand." She paused and took a deep breath. "And I know you both love your Daddy. Rita and I have talked about it, haven't we, honey?" "Yes, Mommy. I love Daddy so much. I don't ever want to be without a Daddy again." She looked right at me. "And you don't either, do you?" I shook my head 'no'. "Of course you don't, baby," Mommy said to me. "You probably don't know it, but I've seen how you've been with your Daddy since your birthday; the way you cuddle and snuggle with him, hug and kiss him every chance you get." She leaned down and whispered to me: "And I've seen you and him playing with his cock, baby." When I looked at her in shock she touched her finger to my lips. "Don't deny it, sweetie!" she said aloud. "I think it's just absolutely adorable!" "You do?" I asked. I was embarrassed more then I'd been in long time to hear Mommy telling me it was okay for me and Daddy to do what we did sometimes. "Yes, I do," she replied. "You have to understand something, my darling girls: Daddy is a man. A man has needs, and your Daddy has some very ... 'different' ... needs than most men. Mommy has tried to make him happy but she can't make Daddy happy every way he needs to be." "Daddy wants me to make him happy, too, right Mommy?" I asked, looking up at her, my eyes welling with tears. I knew the answer when I asked the question, but I wanted to hear Mommy say it. Maybe then it wouldn't seem like some weird dream. "That's right, darling!" she replied. "You're so smart!" She patted me on the thigh. "Do you know how you can help me make Daddy happy?" "Daddy wants me to be a girl," I said. I looked down again as the tears started falling down my cheeks. But I didn't cry, not right then anyway. "Yes, baby, he wants you to be a girl," she said. "He wants you to be *his* girl, his very own little girl, to hold and to kiss and to love." She sighed and looked like she was going to cry, too. I looked up at Mommy with wet cheeks. "But I don't know how to make Daddy happy that way, Mommy! I'm not a girl! I don't have the right body to be a girl!" I leaned down into Mommy's lap and started crying for real. I wasn't even sure what I was crying about: having to be a girl for Daddy, or not having a girl's body to do it with? I'd really enjoyed being closer to Daddy, and I'd even started to look forward to those times that I would get to 'play with Daddy's cock', as Mommy called it. Maybe I really was the little sissy faggot that I'd been called. Maybe I *should* be a girl. Maybe finally admitting the truth to myself was why I was crying? At that moment, I didn't know and didn't care. Mommy put her arms over me and tried to comfort me, but I could feel her crying too. I heard Rita sound like she had started to cry, too, and I could feel her sit down on the other side of me and wrap her arms around us. We all cried together for a couple minutes, until first I quieted down, then Rita and finally Mommy. When we'd dried our faces and had blown our noses, I turned to look at Mommy. "I do love Daddy, I love him so much, Mommy!" She smiled at me and nodded. "I know you do, baby," she said. "We all do." "But why do I have to be a girl to love Daddy? Can't I be a boy?" "You and I both know you're not a boy, Joey," she said, "not a real boy like your brother." She could tell I was almost ready to cry again. "Come on, honey, admit it! Does a real boy like to play dolls with his little sister? Does a real boy like cooking and sewing, and the other things I've taught you and Rita? Does a real boy walk and talk and act the way you do?" She held out her arms and I fell into them, crying again, but only a little. I knew that what Mommy said was the truth. I wasn't a real boy, and never would be. "Besides, baby, your Daddy wants you to be a girl, and if your Daddy wants it then he will have it." She said it with such emphasis, I couldn't disagree. That was Daddy's way, for sure, but how could he have his way over something like this? "Why, Mommy? Why do what to do whatever Daddy wants?" I said, after I'd calmed down a bit. Suddenly Mommy got this weird look on her face, and then she just looked angry. I started to get scared. What was wrong? "Listen to me, young lady!" Mommy said. "You, too, Rita! Daddy is a man! I'm just a woman and you are just girls. He is my husband and he is your father. When I married him, I promised to obey him, and that means you'll obey him, too!" I didn't know why she got so upset, but she calmed down after taking a deep breath. "That's the way things are, my darlings, and we have to accept it." She looked at me and then Rita with this questioning look on her face. We nodded our understanding. "I don't know how to be a girl, Mommy," I said quietly. "Come on up here, sweetie," she said, patting her lap. I jumped at the chance. I hadn't got to sit on Mommy's lap in a long time and it always felt so nice. She wrapped one arm around me and put her other hand on my thigh. "Don't worry, darling, Mommy will help you!" she said, all happy and smiling again. "Mommy will teach you both how to be the best girls you could possibly be!" She squeezed my thigh. "I'll teach you how to make Daddy happy, Joey," she whispered to me. "And don't worry about your body," she said aloud. "You're already well on your way to having a girl's body, sweetie," she said. Both she and Rita started giggling. "What?" I asked. "Why are you laughing?" I smiled in spite of myself. "Let me ask you something?" Mommy said. "Have you noticed that your clothes don't fit so well anymore? Or that your mood swings are worse than a month ago? Or that your nipples are sore and your chest hurts under them?" I nodded at each question. How did she know? "And when was the last time your little penis has gotten hard?" This last question took me by surprise, both because she would ask it and because my penis hardly ever got hard anymore, no matter how horny I felt. Rita giggled again. "I thought so," she said. "You're right on schedule." "What schedule, Mommy?" I asked. "How did you know about my ... ?" "About your penis, sweetie?" I nodded. "Well, first of all, I don't want you to call it that anymore. From now on, it's your clitty. Okay, honey? Say it for me, Mommy." "My clitty?" "That's right, baby. From now on it's called your clitty. We girls have clitties. Only men and boys have a penis, and we know you're not one of those, don't we?" "Yes, Mommy," I replied. "I mean, 'no' Mommy. I'm not a boy." "That's right, baby. Now the reason your clothes don't fit and your nipples hurt is because your body is changing. The mood swings are just a normal part of that." "Why is my body changing, Mommy?" I asked. As much as I would learn later, at that moment I knew nothing. "Rita will be going through the same change in a few years, Joey," Mommy said. "Your body is doing what hers will do, too: changing from a little girl's into a young lady's." "I can't wait to change, Mommy!" Rita said. The excitement was quite clear in her voice. "I can't wait to grow up to be a beautiful woman like you!" Mommy laughed. "You will, snookums, you will!" Mommy squeezed me tight again and stroked my thigh. "But first, it's your big sister's turn." "I don't understand, Mommy," I said. I honestly didn't. I knew that when girls grew up their bodies changed into women's bodies, and that when boy's bodies grew up they changed into men's bodies. I still thought I had a boy's body, even if I was a girl, so it didn't make any sense that my body would change into a woman's body. "Your body is going to change into a woman's body, Joey, because the vitamins you've been taking are actually special medicine to help girls like you grow up properly." I started to say something, but Mommy closed my slack-jawed mouth with her hand. "The purple ones are called 'premarin' and the white one is called 'spironolactone'." "Spiro --," I started to say. 'Special' medicine? "Spironolactone. Don't bother trying to remember the names, honey," she said. "Mommy and Daddy will remember. One of Daddy's close friends is a doctor, and he helps girls like you to grow up properly so they can make men happy." "Will Rita have to take the same medicine, Mommy?" I asked. I'd never seen Mommy take any pills, and none of the curvy girls at school ever talked about taking pills, except ones to stop from getting pregnant. It was all so confusing. "No, sweetie," she replied. "Rita started off in Mommy's tummy as a girl, just like I wanted you to be. So she won't need any special medicine. She'll grow up properly, the way she's supposed to. But you started with a boy's body by mistake, so you need special medicine to cure you, to help you be the prettiest girl you can be." She hugged me again. "Mommy's so sorry you didn't get to start off as a girl, like you were supposed to!" She started crying, and muttered something that sounded like "god help me." Did she need God's help to turn me into a girl? I hugged Mommy back as hard as I could. "It's okay, Mommy!" I said. "I'll be a girl, just like you and Daddy want me to be! I'll be the cutest, prettiest girl ever, and make Daddy so happy! You'll see!" I started crying, too, only this time because Mommy was hurting. I swore to myself that I would keep that promise. "I know you will, honey," she said through her tears. When we calmed down again, Mommy asked me to get up from her lap. I stood up and Rita stood next to me. "Now, why don't we take a look at what Mommy bought for her newest little girl?" "Mommy?" I asked, suddenly remembering something else Daddy had said back on my birthday. I really did want to be the best girl I could be, and to make Daddy happy. "May I please have a new name first?" Mommy looked at me in surprise. "Oh, honey, that sounds lovely. Do you have a name picked out yet?" Rita whispered into my ear and I giggled and nodded at her. She'd whispered my secret girl name, the one I'd picked from a baby names book when we were younger. I'd almost forgotten about it. "Mommy, my name is Joanne." I looked at her and smiled to show her how happy I was about it. She held out her hand. "Hello, Joanne, I'm very happy to meet you!" I took the fingers of her hand with my own, and we shook hands like ladies. "It's very nice to meet you, too." I turned to Rita and we did the same thing. Then we all broke down in a fit of giggles. "Well, my darlings, how about we take a look through Joanne's pretty new things?" End of Part 1