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If you are looking for the kind of story where everything works out for
the nice people in the end, stop here. I decided to try a story that is
the opposite of what I have done in the past. While I am working on
Wildfire, and getting ready to reboot another story from another site
that is a "sweet" theme, I figured it was time to stretch. Read the
keywords, themes, and the Rating. This isn't going to be nice.
I was a bully. It wasn't because I was a lot bigger than anyone else,
but that I was just mean enough to scare the crap out of everyone. I
should have been in juvie, but I had parents who thought they could fix
little Mike. Any idiot could have figured out that something was wrong
when I started flipping up girl's uniform skirts. But, the only ones
who weren't too scared to say something were "convinced" by my fairly
wealthy parents to forget about it, after their parents had a talking
to. The ones that didn't work on would usually have an accident at
school- nothing major, but enough to make them pay attention.
Now, at 15, I decided it was time for more than that. There was one
girl in school who seemed the most afraid of me. I knew she wouldn't
say anything about most anything I did. She was a year younger than me,
and it wasn't hard to plan what I would do.
It was after school one day, and she was walking in the opposite
direction from me down the hall. She was carrying a clarinet case, so
she had to have been coming from band practice, while I was coming from
detention. I knew we were going to be going past a classroom that they
used at night, so it would be unlocked. As we passed the door, I made
sure no one was around, and shoved her into the classroom, and closed
the door. I shoved her down on the ground, and told her that if she
screamed, it was going to hurt. When she tried, I hit her. She knew my
reputation, so she started sobbing, and begging me quietly to not hurt
her. I said, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to see what you
feel like."
With that, I pulled out my knife, and held it by her throat. She
quietly sobbed as I lifted up her skirt, and laid my hand on her thigh.
I ran it up to her panties, and felt a pussy for the first time,
although it was through her panties. She shivered as I rubbed it a
couple of times. I then knew I had to touch something I had never
touched before. I ran my hand up her body through her skirt and blouse,
and then unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse. I reached in,
and could feel her bra. For the first time, I put my hand on a girl's
breast. She gasped as I squeezed a little, but didn't scream. I then
slid my hand inside her bra, and felt her smooth flesh. I could feel
myself getting hard, but didn't know how far I would go.
Then I heard someone shout. It was Mr. Dickson, the Drama teacher. I
felt myself lifted away from her and thrown. I knew he was an ex-
Marine, and wasn't dumb enough to mess around. I tried to run, but he
tripped me, and told me, "I'm not going to touch you. Run home to your
rich Daddy, and see if he will protect you from this. He knows better
than to screw with me."
I took off for home, ran to my room, and locked the door. I hoped it
would all go away, but really, I couldn't believe that I wouldn't get
away with this like before. Then, I heard pounding on my room door.
When I wouldn't answer, my Dad kicked it in. I couldn't believe he
could even do it. He said, "Get your sorry ass downstairs, punk. I'm
not sure that I don't want to have a DNA test to make sure you're my
son. I may have been too lax with you, but rape, or sexual assault, is
the end. You're about to learn about consequences."
I ran downstairs. My Mom was waiting there, and the girl and her
parents. I found out then that her name was Linda. Mom said, "Michael,
this is the worst thing you could have done. I was raped when I was
Linda's age. Frankly, if they wanted to call the police, we would leave
you in the hands of a public defender. But, I think we all have a more
unique form of punishment for you. It is something we have read about,
and it will make you never want to touch a girl again like that. First,
though, stand up." I didn't, so my Dad picked me up by the scruff of my
neck and made me stand. Mom then said, "Go ahead, Linda." I figured
she was going to slap me, but she stood up, walked over to me and said,
"I'm going to enjoy watching your punishment," and then did the last
thing I expected- she kicked me in the balls, very hard. I dropped like
a rock. I was holding myself, expecting more, but she spit on me, and
then said to my Mom, "I'll be glad to help you anytime you want." She
and her parents left.
I wanted to just lay there in pain, but my parents told me to get up.
When I didn't move right away, my Dad got down in my face and screamed,
"Get your ass up, and get upstairs. Take a shower with the soap that
your Mom will give you, and then go into your room and wait for
instructions. Do anything but what you're told, and you'll be in jail,
saying hi to a lot of kids that will treat you worse than you did
Linda."
I wasn't dumb. I knew just what he was talking about. I went upstairs,
took off of my clothes, left them on the bed, and went to my bathroom.
Right away, I knew what was coming. I could smell the soap. It was the
girl's smelled like when they came out of the locker room. I heard
someone behind me, and turned around. My Mom said, "Yes, it's what it
smells like. Get in there, take a bath, and shave everything while
you're doing it." She held up a bag of ladies razors. "Then, use this
deodorant (of course that was Teen Spirit), and use the shampoo when you
get done with your bath. Make sure you soak in that nice bubble bath.
When you're done with all of that, I'll have some clothes ready for
you." I didn't want to do what she said, but the thought of all of
those guys making me their girlfriend in jail made me do it.
I was surprised that the bath felt good, although I would never admit
it. I nicked myself a couple of times shaving, but didn't have much
hair yet anyway. I already had fairly long hair, so I used the shampoo,
and conditioner she left. When I got out of the shower, I toweled off,
and went out into my room.
I saw right away, that my worst fears were realized. My clothes were
gone, and there was a bra, pair of panties, and a couple of socks laying
there. A note on the bed said, "Linda's older sister is about your
size. Put these on. When you get them on, open your room door, and
call me." I picked up the panties, figuring I could at least cover
myself, but saw that it was a thong, and a lacy one at that. I put it
on, but started to cry a little. I then saw the bra, and socks, and
figured out what it all meant. I managed to get the bra on, and put the
socks in the cups.
I looked in the mirror, not knowing what I would see, but saw what I
guess I should expect, a boy in a bra and panties. I went to the door,
and called my Mom. She came upstairs, holding a dress, and some tights.
She told me to put them on, and come downstairs. First though, she
applied some makeup that she also had. I didn't get to see the results
yet. I told her, "Please don't make me do this! I'll do anything."
She said, "You've said that before. Now, this is the only alternative
to jail, and you'll do it." She left, leaving me sobbing. But, I knew
better than to cry and ruin the makeup.
I was afraid to do anything else, so I figured out how to get the tights
on, and then the dress. I then looked in my mirror. I was afraid I
would look like a freak, but if anything, I looked like my sister would
look like if I had one. I unconsciously fixed my "boobs," and started
downstairs.
When I got down there, I found that Linda was back, along with some of
her friends. All of them were victims of my skirt raising, and they all
started laughing. I yelled at them to stop, but Linda said, "Just
remember jail, Michelle. Oh yes, that's your new name. Soon, the whole
school will know, and will know that they can't just sexually harass
anyone they want to. I must admit though, that you do look nice as a
girl. I'll be back tomorrow, and then we can go out with your Mom, and
get you some clothes of your own." They left after a few more jokes at
my expense.
I was sitting there pouting, when Mom came in and demanded I help her
finish supper. I didn't even feel like arguing at that point, so I did.
My Dad came back home, and we sat at the table. He said, "So this is
Michelle. You don't look bad, but I imagine after tomorrow, you will
look better." I only kept my head down. If I let either of them see my
hatred, I would be in jail for breakfast. I went upstairs, after having
to help with dishes and stuff.
I noticed some things right away. When I went online, all of my old
"boy" sites were blocked. I could only get on a few sites for girls.
There was a note from my Mom, that I needed to open an email, and
Facebook page, for Michelle. I did so with the email, but couldn't
bring myself to do it with Facebook yet. I found that all of my books
had been replaced with girly books. I was depressed at having to read
"Jane Eyre." But, that was on a list Mom said I would be reading, and
tested on. I finally got ready for bed, and saw that there was a baby-
doll nightie on the bed, along with matching g- string panties. This
was as degrading as it could get. But, I was too afraid to fight it. I
went to a sleep filled with nightmares of living as a girl.
In the morning, after breakfast, Linda showed up. I had put on the
other change of clothing- a pair of shorts that were too tight, and a t-
shirt. We went to the mall. I saw a lot of kids from school there,
pointing and laughing. It looked like Linda had passed the word that I
would be coming. I through looks of hatred around, but most of them
weren't afraid of me anymore. It just didn't work. We went to a salon
first. My long hair was cut and styled like a girl's. The woman who
did mine said, "You're lucky I don't make you look horrible. My
daughter is friends with Linda, and told me about how you used to flip
her skirt. I know it could have been my daughter, instead of her, and
then you would be dead. My husband is a cop, and he would have killed
you." That brought home how careless I had been. I didn't care that
what I did to Linda was wrong in some eyes. I only wanted to survive
this, and then get my revenge.
After the hair salon, we went to a store that sold a number of different
things. Among them were breast forms. The woman inside had heard about
me, and laughed at the idea of me having to wear the forms. She and my
Mom decided that an A- size would be good. She then glued them on to my
chest, telling my Mom that they were designed to last for a few months.
My Mom told her that after that, it wouldn't matter. I was glad to get
the bra back on now, because the breasts were a weight I wasn't used to.
We then went to several stores aimed at teens, or as I later learned,
"Junior's." The worst was the Victoria's Secret Pink store. I didn't
want any part of sexy looking underwear, but that's what I got. After
several outfits, and sets of underwear were bought for me, we went to
the school uniform store. I begged my Mom not to make me go in, but she
said, "The school is fully aware of your punishment, and expects you to
come dressed appropriately. Otherwise, we will make sure you have a
very pretty dress, and underwear on, when we drop you off at the jail."
I turned pale at that, and tried on uniforms until we found my size, and
bought some.
We had lunch, and by then I was wearing a skirt and t- shirt. I had to
force myself to remember to keep my legs together. Mom had
deliberately gotten a short one for this, and I learned what it must
have been like for other girls when I was looking up their skirts. We
finally went home. At supper, Mom gave me a new capsule. I asked her
what it was, and she said, "It's a new vitamin. It will make you feel
better with what's happening." Right now, it didn't sound like a bad
idea- less faking it.
The next day was Sunday, which wasn't bad. We didn't go to Church, so I
didn't have to go out. But, Mom and Dad forced me to practice. I had
to learn to speak like a girl. It was the only way that I would get by.
My voice was still high- pitched- probably always would be, so that was
a big help. Then there were the high heels. We weren't allowed to wear
them to school, but I would have to wear them elsewhere. And, my Mom
spent some time on the computer, and then smiled to herself for the rest
of the day. I don't know what she had done, but I didn't like her
smile. I had a long day, and finally put on a new pair of pajamas, and
went to bed. I had trouble getting to sleep, because I dreaded
tomorrow, but eventually fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning, hoping it had been a bad dream, but the breast
forms on my chest told me different. I got dressed, and called to my
Mom for help with my makeup. She came and did it, but said, "You have
until the end of this week to get it right. After that, you'll look
like a clown, or have it down." When she was done, I went downstairs,
and sat at the table, and ate breakfast. There was another of those
vitamin pills next to my plate. I swallowed it with my juice. I
grabbed my daypack, and made sure that my wallet was in there. I had to
go by the office first thing, and get a new ID made, with the new
picture, and the name Michelle. Now, the moment I had been dreading.
It was only around 6 blocks to school, so I walked. I didn't want to go
out of the front door, but this time, Mom didn't even have to remind me
about jail. I decided to put my head down, and walk straight to school.
But, as soon as I got out on the sidewalk, the yells started. Every
time someone walked by, they would say something like, "Hi faggot. You
must be one to want to dress up like that." Or, one of the girls would
make fun of the way I looked. It was worse when I got to school. At
least outside, no one would openly do something, but in there, some of
the students crowded around. Some of the boys were flipping my skirt
up, wanting to see what I looked like down there. Boys and girls both
wanted to poke at my new breasts, to see how they felt.. Finally, the
bell rang for class.
I was miserable in class. I couldn't concentrate, as I kept hearing
them whispering about me. Then, between classes, I had one girl grab me
down there, and say, "I'm a friend of Linda's, bitch. You probably
don't even remember flipping my skirt. Well, I see you still have it
down there. I'll have to tell everyone that they need to see, so that
they'll flip it too. She walked away laughing.
I suffered through a few more classes, and ate lunch alone, and then
went home. On the way, I ran into the group I had most been fearing.
It was the guys who had wanted to hang out with me because I ruled the
school by fear. Now, I was afraid, and like any other predators, they
sensed blood. They taunted me for a few of the blocks, and then, as we
were walking by the edge of a park, they grabbed me. One of them put
his hand over my mouth, two grabbed my arms, and one held my waist, as
the dragged me into the trees. No one of them could have taken me
before, but now, as I was, and as a team, they had no trouble. They
dragged me in a little ways, and threw me on the ground. They yanked my
blouse off, and then my skirt. They pulled out a camera, and took a
couple of pictures, and then said, "Pull down your panties. We want to
see what a freak you are." When I tried to refuse, the guy who had been
my best friend, Paul, hit me in the stomach. I retched, but then did as
they asked. With my panties around my knees, they could see my skinny
boy ass, and dick, but with my breast forms in my bra. One of the other
guys, Roger, said, "Let's make him take off the bra, and the forms, and
show how stupid he looks." I tried to tell them that it wouldn't work,
but they yanked off my panties, and shoved them in my mouth. They then
pulled off one of the tube socks I had on and tied it around my head to
gag me. They cut my bra off, but were shocked when the forms didn't
just fall out. Another guy, Lenny said, "Man, I've seen those online.
They're called breast forms. He must really want to be a girl, because
they're sure glued on. Well, it's too bad we don't have anything to
lube him up. That ass looks cherry. But, I'll bet he can give me a
blow job, and you two hand jobs at the same time." The fourth guy, Don,
said, "I don't need lube. I'm not that big yet. I want to pop his ass
cherry."
Just then, though, we heard a group of girls coming through the woods.
The guys knew they had to run, so Roger knocked me down, and then Paul
kicked me in the nuts again. This was twice in three days, and it hurt.
I then saw who was coming. It was Linda and a few other girls. They
ran over to where I was, and bent over me. They removed the gag, but
even then, I wouldn't tell them who had done it. They got angry and
frustrated, so I yelled, "What the hell do you care? You helped do this
to me!" She looked a little guilty, but then the fire returned to her
eyes. She said, "Now you really do know how I felt, when you were
pawing me. As to why we're helping you, we can't just leave you. I
came looking for you when you didn't come home. I thought you would be
hiding here in the woods. Come on girls, let's get her home."
They managed to help me get my skirt back on, although I wasn't putting
on my panties like that. We managed to get my blouse buttoned, but the
bra was shot. We managed to get to the back of my house, through the
woods, so I didn't have to have anyone see me. My Mom rushed out, and
asked what happened. I wanted to pay those punks back myself, so I
didn't say anything. Linda told her the little bit she had seen, but
the girls hadn't seen faces.
They all went home, but my Mom was furious. She said, "You need to tell
me the truth, or you're going to be out there all alone. We're not
going to let you quit, but we will help protect you." Again, I managed
to hide the hatred in my eyes. I guess, looking back on it years later,
that there was something wrong with me even then. It wasn't from this
stuff- obviously I was becoming a predator before this punishment came
along. But, I think I was a good answer for the old nature vs. nurture
theory- almost all nature, but with a little help. Even then, I could
feel some of my sanity slipping away, but I didn't care.
That incident did get around enough, that there was good security for
the next week. Then, about a week later, I got home, and Mom handed me
a box. She said, "That is your next present. Take off your uniform,
but leave on your underwear for now." I went upstairs, and hung up my
uniform (I'd already learned that not hanging up my clothes got me some
degrading punishment). Mom came up behind me, and handed me the box. I
opened the box, and looked inside. I recognized what I had seen on the
web as a gaffe, but this one looked like it had a vagina. I looked at
her, and said, "Isn't this too much, even with what I did? Please Mom,
don't make me wear this." But, she said, "I know you were wondering
about my buying you a bikini. With this, you can wear it. Now, try it
on." I took off my panties, with tears in my eyes, and put it on. It
fit. My cock fit perfectly in the space provided for it. She said,
"Good, I'm glad it fits. Now, take it off." I did, and then she put
some of the same glue on it as my breast forms, and then I had to put it
back on. She didn't let me move until the glue stuck.
She said, "Now, go get your bikini, and let's see how you look." I ran
upstairs, embarrassed by what she had done to me, and wanting to hide my
hatred, which was about to explode. I got the bikini off the hanger. I
tied the top part around myself, and found that if these were my
breasts, I would never go anywhere, as little as the top covered. I
then stepped into the bottoms, and pulled them up. I walked over to the
mirror, and they looked like they felt, a perfect fit. My humiliation
was now complete, or so I thought.
The next day was Saturday. I knew that with the weather getting nicer,
and school getting out, I would be forced to wear the bikini soon. My
Dad took the cover off our backyard pool, and my Mom told me that we
were having a pool party tomorrow. I dreaded what was coming, but Mom
kept me busy getting food ready for the next day. I didn't sleep worth
a damn on Saturday night. When I woke up on Sunday, we had breakfast,
and then waited for everyone to get out of Church, and come.
I think the waiting was starting to get worse than the fear. I had on a
pair of shorts over the bikini bottom, and the top. Linda and her
parents came first. I was expected to act like we were friends, and
managed to do so. Then, others started to arrive, including my old pals
Paul and Roger, and their parents. My Dad started the BBQ, and the men
went over to it. The Moms got together, and my Mom said, "Michelle, why
don't you all go swimming? You know where the extra beach towels are."
This is what I had been dreading, and there was no way around it. I had
finally decided to just do it when the time came, so I just dropped my
shorts. I could see the jaws of the rest of the kids drop. Then, they
started to make fun of me. Things like, "Hey look, she's a real girl
now," or "what'd you do, have it cut off?" I ran into the house, after
a few minutes of that, but Mom came after me and said, "Get your ass out
there, young lady. You brought this on yourself, now you live with it."
I survived the taunts, and when they really got a good look at the true,
deep hatred in my eyes, they backed off quick. They pretended to be
civil. It wasn't nearly as bad for the rest of the afternoon.
The next day in school, though, people were now openly flipping up my
skirt again. Where before, they wanted to see my dick, now they wanted
to see if I really had a vagina. It was real, alright. I had to sit
even to take a piss. It seemed to be one of those that you could even
have sex with, although I had no intention of finding out. I guess it
got to be too much for my ex- friends, though.
One afternoon, in a scene all too much like the one with Linda that had
started this, they caught me outside a classroom. They dragged me
inside, and locked the door. This time they were ready. Paul said,
"Here is that ball gag I found among my parent's stuff. I guess they
don't know that I know how kinky they are." I was quickly gagged, and
then he produced a pair of handcuffs. I was quickly cuffed with my
hands behind me. I was picked up, and slammed painfully face down
across a desk. They pulled up my skirt, and my panties down. This time
they were ready. I felt something squirt into my ass, and then a finger
went in and back out to spread it around. I tried to squeeze my hole
shut, but I felt someone's cock against it. Then, it went in, and I
started screaming into my gag. Whatever I had done to Linda wasn't
worth this. I did understand how she must have felt, thinking I would
do this to her, but I only wanted to apologize. I heard the door open
and close, and hoped that it would be help. But, the pain continued.
Finally, I felt whoever it was shoot off his load into me. I felt some
relief, until Paul walked around to the front, with his cock covered in
cum and my blood, and showed me a dildo. I had seen pictures of those,
so I knew what they looked like. He said, "I'm going to let Roger try
out your new pussy, just to humiliate you. He can do whatever he wants.
And, I'm going to stuff this dildo in your ass, for a double effect." I
was flipped over, so that I had to face Roger as he took off his pants.
He rubbed some lube on my latex vagina, as I saw who the person who came
in was. It was Linda. She said, "I keep wanting to forgive you, but I
can't. This is finally going to be payback. She took the dildo, and
shoved it into my already sore ass. It was bigger than Paul's dick had
been, so I screamed as it went in as far as it could. Before I could
squirm, and try to get it out, Roger was on me, forcing my ankles up by
his shoulders, as he shoved into the vagina. It hurt, even though it
wasn't inside me. He pumped at me for a while, and then I felt him cum.
They finally let me up, and let me out of the gag and handcuffs. I
didn't try to do anything, as there were too many of them, but stood
there and cried as I pulled up my panties, and straightened my clothing.
They laughed, and said, "Our parents control this town. Who are you
going to tell? Besides, Linda was snapping pictures the whole time.
We'll just edit them to make it look like you were having fun." I knew
they were right. There was nothing to do.
But, when I got home, my parents could tell something had happened.
When my Mom made me sit down to talk, I hadn't had a chance to clean up.
I left some fluids on the chair. After forcing me to show her what had
been done, she said, "I know that that wasn't voluntary. Plus, there
are the marks from the handcuffs on your wrists. We have to go to the
doctor." I told her, "Where? They own the town. You have to stop
this." She said, "Even if I wanted to, it's too late. If we go
somewhere now where no one knows us, they will know, but will probably
leave us alone, as long as we keep up the punishment." I said, "At
least I'll have a chance. It's not like I'm going to miss anything
here, anymore." My dad was a lawyer. He managed to get paperwork
through changing my identity to a girl. The school cooperated, just so
that they could get rid of me. We had been living in California, but
since my Dad was licensed to practice in Oregon, we moved there.
We had bought a house in Eugene. I had resigned myself for the near
future to being a girl. It was summer now, but my old school had moved
me up from the 10th grade, again just to be rid of me. I had a room and
bathroom to myself again. I concentrated everything in me on being a
girl, figuring that if I looked and acted like a girl in most ways, I
would be alright. I knew that most girls weren't that different in the
long run from boys. I could keep my love for my sports teams, and even
thought about trying out for sports. But, I knew that was dumb for all
kinds of reasons. It would just have allowed me to burn off some steam.
I did start meeting other kids. There was one girl, named Sandy, that
had a lot of the same tastes. She introduced me to some of the other
girl's we would be going to school with in the fall. I let myself get
caught up in it for a while, even forgetting my desire for revenge.
But, it all came crashing back a couple of weeks before school. I woke
up, and noticed something I had been feeling for a while. My breast
forms weren't sitting right. They seemed puffed out, and my real
nipples had been tender for a while. I looked carefully at my hips and
ass, and saw what I figured I would see. I stormed downstairs nude, and
yelled "Mom!" She saw me nude and said, "Oh shit, you figured it out,
haven't you?" I said, "How much longer did you think it would take?
Did you ever think of telling me?" She said, "I thought from the
beginning, but I never had the nerve. Let's get the breast forms off,
and have a look." The moment finally came that I had been waiting for.
She got out the stuff to dissolve the glue, and they came off. But,
instead of a flat chest, I saw breasts. They were just double A-s, but
they were real. That went along with the growth in my hips and ass. No
wonder I hadn't had any trouble passing. Everyone figured I was a late
bloomer. They had that right, in a way I never dreamed. I had also had
less hair to shave, and wasn't growing any facial hair yet. I said,
"It's those damned new vitamins, isn't it? They're hormones." She
said, "I wasn't thinking when I started giving them to you." I said, "I
was starting to like life here. I may have gotten over it all, if you
had let me go back to being me. But now, I will never forgive you.
We're going to take this all the way, and then everyone will feel my
wrath."
Alma
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