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Daniel's Nightmare II By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality purely accidental. Please read part I first. This story may be down loaded for personal pleasure only and no other use allowed unless approved by the author. Forced feminization and humiliation are strong elements of this story. There is sissy-on-sissy sex in this episode. If this is not to your liking, you have been warned. All constructive comments appreciated @ [email protected]. Daniel's Nightmare II Daniel sat at the table pinching his arm. "Oh wake up! Please wake up. This has to be a nightmare," he kept mumbling over and over. Looking down he saw his painted nails pinching his skin leaving bright red marks in their path. "Damn! I'm not waking up. I don't want to be a girl but I don't want to be a sissy either. Some choice she's giving me. I hate this, I hate this but I don't have too many choices. Oh, what's it gonna be? If she keeps me looking like a sissy, I'll hate that but maybe someone will see and stop her. No one has stepped forward to stop her so far. I can't go on being a sissy. What'll happen if I tell her I want to be a girl? She says she'll dress up better but I will have to act like one. How bad could that be? If I were dressed like a real girl then maybe I could escape from all this shit easier. I can just see myself dressed in that green sissy dress with my dick sticking out hitching for a ride. Yeah, like I would survive that. Dressed as a grown up girl though, well, that would be easier. I would have to be careful but escaping would be a lot easier. Guess I don't really have any choice but to ask her to let me be a girl. It certainly can't be any worse and I won't be so embarrassed if I do," he thought. "Well Heather, have you decided what it's going to be. I'm perfectly happy either way you choose. So, what's it going to be? Are you going to be my lovely devoted niece or my lovely doting sissy," Margaret asked. "Auntie...I...I hate being a sissy. I don't want to dress like that anymore. If I agree to be your niece would you at least get these big tits off my chest?" he softly replied. "Very well Heather but...now listen carefully...if you decide to become my niece then you must promise never to complain or argue about your dress, behavior or what I decide is best for you. Is that understood? You will always try your best to please me and do as you are told. Becoming a young lady doesn't mean you will be too old for punishment. If you prove difficult or challenge what I have planned for you, then it's back to full sissiedom with no chance to change back. Is that understood?" she demanded. "Yes Auntie, I...I promise," he replied defeated. "Oh goodie, I can't wait to get you back to the twins and the salon. A new trousseau and make over is definitely called for. Oh yes, I have to get you enrolled in ballet and etiquette classes immediately. We'll have to redecorate your room of course. I saw the cutest Justin Bieber poster the other day. He's another one of those boys that's too pretty to be a boy you know. I understand they even have a dress up game for him but it's a shame they don't offer girl's clothing to put him in. We'll add one or two of those 'beef cake' posters the young girls are so crazy about now-a-days. So much to do, I can't wait but it's too late now. We'll get started first thing in the morning," Margaret gleefully said clapping her hands. "Oh crap! What have I gotten myself into now," he thought miserably. Ooo They spent most of the next morning at the salon where Margaret ordered the full spa treatment. He was stripped naked, hair wrapped in a white turban, cucumber slices put over his eyes and placed into a steaming mud bath. Taken out of the tub of mud, he was washed in floral scented warm water then the pain began. A full body wax removed what hair had grown back in since Margaret used the depilatory. A trimmed small heart of pubic hair was left just above his shriveled penis. His brows had been thinned into high feminine arches. Madge spent over an hour working on his hair. The brassy blond was washed out and replaced with a strawberry blond color. His tight curls were replaced by a feathered casual style that framed his face. She spent an equal amount of time using a laser to remove what facial hair he had. When she spun him around to see his reflection, he saw a very pretty girls face. The feathered bangs caressed his arched brows and the sides tucked under his jaw line giving his face a feminine heart shape. The manicurist replaced his one inch extensions with half inch acrylic nails painted in a plumb color. His makeup was done in a casual style with his lips painted a luscious plumb. The chandelier earrings were replaced with four inch golden hoops. The next stop was the specialty store where his "DD" sized prosthetics were removed. The technician measured and examined his chest and tender nipples. Much to Daniel's surprise, the technician declared that his natural breast size was a full "A" cup and were developing nicely. She estimated that he would be a "B" cup in about six months. Since he was developing so well on his own, Margaret decided not to get him new falsies. As they left that shop, his nipples rubbed softly against the chiffon of his blouse causing them to tingle delightfully. The sensations coming from his chest bothered him no end. "How can I have breasts? I'm a guy and guys don't have tits. She even said they'd get bigger. I don't want bigger tits. Hell, I don't even want tits," he thought as they got back into the limo. The twins were glad to see them but expressed their disappointment when Margaret informed them that he was becoming a young lady. "Oh Margaret darling we've already made a luscious lemon yellow confection for your Heather. Now you're telling us you don't want it? At least let your darling ward try it on, please?" Rosa asked. "Well, I did promise Heather that I'd let her become a young lady. Since you have already put so much work in, I guess it would be okay if she tries it on. Who knows, she may actually like it," Margaret replied with a smile. Daniel thought he'd be use to these crazy women dressing and undressing him but he blushed fiery red. The outfit was indeed a confection of lemon yellow satin and chiffon. The bodice was a bright yellow bridal satin with elaborate crystal bead work in a floral pattern. It hugged his upper torso tightly slimming down to a "V" shaped twenty inch waist. Sheer lemon chiffon rose from the chest to form a tight fluffy collar and extra large shoulder caps the size of cantaloupes. The chiffon sleeves ballooned out from the shoulders down to the wrists where they tied off in thin yellow satin ribbons leaving four inches of lace to cover the hands. From the waist, lemon yellow chiffon burst forth like a billowing cloud from the top of his hips down to his knees. The thick white ruffling of floral lace trimming his pantaloons could be seen sticking out from under the hem. White nylon socks with ruffled tiers of yellow lace and yellow patent leather heeled Mary Jane's donned his feet. To finish off the look, a yellow satin bow with four feet of streamers was pinned into his hair. As he turned this way and that on the platform showing off the elaborate outfit, Margaret gushed, "Oh how delicious! You have out done yourselves Gwen and Rosa. It's a shame that my darling Heather has decided to become a young lady. However, that doesn't mean she's giving up on her frills and frou frou completely. I think with a few alterations that would make a beautiful debutante's gown. Change out the shoes, socks and pantaloons and this dress would be perfect for her coming out ball. Of course, you will have to reduce the darts as she isn't nearly as busty as she was and it sags in the bodice at the moment. Heather is hoping to be a full "B" within the next six months. If you'll make the alterations for that....an...and maybe pull another two inches off the waist it would be ideal for her. What do you think girls?" "We love the idea but altering the bodice from a "DD" to a "B" might ruin the bead work..." Rosa began but Gwen interrupted. "Don't worry Margaret; we'll make it work no problem. Heather will be the belle of the ball by the time we finish. Now what else can we do for you today?" "Ahh yes, the reason we're here today. We need you to make Heather a complete set of lingerie. You know, panties, bras, full and half slips, camisoles, corsets the works dear ladies. The off the shelf stuff is just so bland these days. They're mostly made of cotton or micro-fibers with little or no lacy detailing....and the colors! Nothing but dull muted pastels or drab grays and whites, lingerie today has no oomph or pizzazz. They totally lack feminine details and I can't see my darling Heather wearing such as that. I can't remember the last time I saw a feminine lacy peignoir set in the shops. Today all you see are cotton pajama sets or sleep T-shirts with baggy shorts. Whatever happened to our feminine lacy nylon, silk and satin? How can a modern woman feel feminine dressing in such masculine under things? They have no sensuality, no feminine allure. Oh dear, look at me. I'm raving again. Anyway, you know what I want so get your measurements. We still have stops to make," she responded. Daniel was exhausted by the time they left the twin's house. It was past three and he was starving. As much as he disliked appearing in public dressed in his juvenile romper outfit, he had to eat something. "Auntie please can we get something to eat?" he asked as they arrived at the mall. "Of course darling, we'll stop at the food court and get a nice salad before we do anything else," she replied. "A salad! I want a burger and fries. I need real food not all this rabbit gunk you have been giving me since I arrived. Dang, a burger, fries and a nice thick milk shake, oh what I'd give for that," he thought placing the tray on the table. As Daniel picked a cherry tomato from his salad he noticed four boys sitting across from him. They were staring and one was even making kissy faces. When they noticed that he was looking at them, they blushed and turned away. "Shit, I wonder if they know that I'm really a guy and making fun of me. Damn, one of them is coming over here. What am I going to do? I can't just get up and run off. Oh shit, here he comes," he thought. "Excuse me but I was wondering what school you go to? I haven't seen you around here before," the young man asked. Daniel almost choked on his tomato as he looked up at the boy. Fortunately his Aunt spoke up before he had too. "Young man this is my niece Heather and she is visiting from out of town. Who are you and why are you interrupting our dinner?" "Oh, sorry, but...but...I....I thought....I thought I could like maybe...err.. you know...ask her out to a movie or...or sumptin'," he sputtered. "Young man, you still haven't told us your name and I'm not about to let my niece go out with some stranger," Margaret snapped back. "Oh, yeah, sorry. My...my name is Peter....Peter Ives and I'm in the ninth grade at Hamilton," he stuttered blushing furiously. "Very well Peter Ives. It's nice to meet you but my niece isn't allowed to date at the moment. Maybe some other time," Margaret said with a smile. Daniel's eyes were wide with shock. He couldn't believe that young punk had the nerve to come over and ask his Aunt if he could go out with him. A ninth grader of all things! "Hell, I'll be a senior next semester and he wants to date me? He thinks I'm a real girl and a young girl at that. Damn, I don't want guys hitting on me. Maybe being a sissy wasn't all that bad. Peter wouldn't have come within fifty miles of me before," he thought. "Heather, you know I might have been a bit hasty. I should have asked you first whether or not you wanted to go out with that young man. I was just surprised that one so young could be so brash. He is cute. Do you want me to call him back over? I really won't mind if you go out with him. Dating would be a good experience for you. I remember dating when I was younger. The thrill and anticipation just sent shivers up and down my spine. Oh the thrills I got from getting dressed just so for my date and the adrenaline rush anticipating that first kiss. Should I call that young man back over?" she asked. "Wha....what? You've got to be kidding me Auntie. I don't want to go out on a date! Not with him or anybody else either," he replied shocked. "It was just a thought dear. Hold down your voice or they may hear you. Now eat your salad so we can finish shopping," she calmly replied. "Oh man, I can't believe she actually wants me to go on a date. Doesn't she know that I am still a guy? Guys don't date other guys. Having to go out with Jacob and kiss him was bad enough. I thought I was going to puke when we held hands and if Roger wasn't there I probably would have. I went through a whole bottle of mouth wash trying to get the taste of his kisses off. Oh gosh! He actually thought I was a real girl! How embarrassing!" Daniel thought. Margaret led him into a large department store and straight to the cosmetics counter. The beauty consultant examined his face and explained what his colors were. She was a pretty Italian girl with raven black hair styled in a French twist. She had big full bright red lips and perky cheeks. Her perfume was subtle but intoxicating. Daniel felt his penis twitch as he breathed in her perfume. "She is so pretty and smells so good. I wish she would ask me out on a date instead of that guy. Like Auntie would let me do that but at least I know I'm still a guy. She's a real turn on," he thought. They left the cosmetics counter loaded down with bags. Margaret purchased everything that the young assistant recommended from skin care items to nail polish. Daniel's face had been given a makeover. His eyelids were brushed with pink blended into white shadow, black liquid eyeliner coated both upper and lower lids, black mascara extended and coated his lashes, dusty rose blush and bubble gum pink lipstick finished the look. The makeup complimented his pink romper outfit. The enticing aroma of Tabu perfume permeated the air around him. It was the same perfume the assistant was wearing. Dresses, skirts, blouses, short-shorts, skorts, leggings and Capri's were heaped into a pile as Daniel went back and forth into the changing room. Margaret had him try on so many outfits that he was in a daze by the time the clerk rang up the large purchase. He was happy to leave that department wearing a denim skirt with a fringed hem and white peasant blouse. The shopping didn't end there as he was dragged to the shoe department. Dress and casual shoes from strappy sandals to platform boots filled numerous bags by the time they had finished. Daniel had to be reminded to keep his knees pressed tightly together but it was difficult. The smile on the salesman's face wasn't just caused by the commission but the looks up Daniel's skirt. Roger had boxes stacked up to his chin and they were laden down with numerous bags by the time they left the store. The sun was setting as Roger pulled the limo into the garage and helped them unload their purchases. Daniel spent an hour removing tags and either hanging or folding his new clothing. As he was doing that, Aunt Margaret was taking down the pictures hanging on the wall except for the ballerina. In place of the kitten she hung a framed poster of Justin Bieber and two posters of body builders wearing Speedos replaced the others. The last thing Daniel wanted to look at before lights out was the picture of a mostly naked muscle man. He didn't dare complain or Auntie might put him back into sissy mode. All-in-all it had been a very difficult day for Daniel. In some respects even worse than when he was dressed as a sissy. Dressed as a sissy, he didn't have guys hitting on him and asking for dates. The food court had been very embarrassing. On the positive side, he no longer looked like a boy in a dress. His new hair do and mode of dress were preferable to the brassy blond and exposed frillies; yet, he was more disturbed about that than he thought he would be. "I really look like a pretty girl now. I was hoping that I would still look something like my old self but I don't see it. I still can't get over that guy trying to pick me up at the food court. Seeing my reflection and looking the way I do, I sorta can't blame him. He did have the cutest dimple in his chin though. Whoa, step back there a sec. Why did I just think he was cute? Is something the matter with me? Come on, gotta get this gunk off my face and get to bed," he thought as he daubed cleansing cream on his face. He was waiting for his nightly facial mask to dry as his Aunt began putting his hair up in large rollers. "Heather, I think today went splendidly. I do hope you appreciate my efforts. It would be a terrible shame if I had to send all those pretty dresses and skirts back. You do love your new clothes, don't you?" she asked. "Of....of course...Auntie....I like them. They are so much nicer than those sissy outfits," he softly replied. "My darling, you don't sound very sincere. Any young lady would be jumping up and down filled with happiness just thinking about such a shopping trip much less the salon visit. Remember, you promised to not only dress but behave like a proper young lady," she scolded. "Oh Auntie I really really love my new clothing and the trip to the salon. I really do. I...I would jump up and down like you say but you're rolling my hair," he replied thinking quickly. "Crap, I don't know how to act like some stupid girl. What does she expect me to do? Man, I hope she doesn't put me back into those sissy things," he thought. "Well, I'll accept your lack of gratitude this time but don't let it happen again. You don't have a lot of experience being a girl but that'll change tomorrow. I've scheduled you for ballet and deportment lessons. Unfortunately, I didn't have much to choose from in this small town but Gwen mentioned a Miss. Harris. She teaches old fashioned deportment classes in her home. I explained your special circumstances to her and she assures me that she can rid you of all your tomboy ways. We'll be going there first thing in the morning. Now let's get your nightie on and into bed," she said. Ooo The next morning Margaret observed him performing his morning toilet. She wanted to make sure he did everything in accordance with feminine ritual. As he sat on the toilet doing his morning douche, she walked over to the linen cabinet and removed a tampon. "Darling, you forgot to get this. It's so much easier if you get it ready while you prepare your douche," she said handing the pink plastic tube to him. "I...I was going to get it when I finished. I didn't forget, honest," he replied as he continued moving the douche nozzle in and out of his bottom. He really hated this part of his morning ritual. For some strange reason every time he performed this odorous task, he got a stiffie. "I don't understand why I'm reacting like this especially with her looking on. I'm so embarrassed but I can't stop it from getting stiff. There's got to be something wrong with me. Even thinking about sports or math doesn't stop it. Shit! I was just thinking about baseball but all I saw in my mind was Arod's cute butt," he thought with a grimace. "I shouldn't have to remind you dear. It is very important for a young lady to get into a routine so that everything becomes automatic. Your toilet should be habitual. If you start taking shortcuts or skip one of your regiments, then it is just too easy to fall back into your slovenly ways. I know it is hard but the sooner you learn the easier it will become," she told the blushing youth. When he came out of the bathroom, Margaret had his outfit for the day put out for him. A white long leg pantigridle with a shiny white satin diamond panel on the front and at the hips with an elasticized band of floral lace at the waist and leg openings was pulled up his legs. He blushed as she reached down between his legs and pushed his penis down. She jerked the waist up making him give out a girlish shriek as his balls were pulled up inside him. "I found this tucked away in the back of a drawer. I don't think it would be proper when you go to Miss. Harris' to be without a bra. It will do until the twins finish making your new lingerie," she said handing him a white nylon/spandex training bra with a pretty rose bud sewn between the slightly padded cups. She had him bend slightly at the waist and position his small breasts into the cups. He was surprised to see how much of a cleavage he had once she fastened the hook and eye closure. It was one thing to see "DD" falsies sticking out of his chest as he knew they were not real. Seeing firm "A" mounds that he knew was his own flesh and blood scared him silly. A pair of ecru nylons were smoothed up his legs and fastened to the four tabs attached to the girdle. He was a bit clumsy attaching the stockings but was assured that with practice he would be able to put on nylons and fasten them in no time at all. A sheer white poly blouse with capped short sleeves, Peter Pan collar and ruffled front was buttoned up his back. She handed him a black satin lined wool straight skirt to put on. It zipped up the left side and buttoned closed. It hugged his round ass and thighs tightly falling to just above his ankles. A pair of black patent leather four inch stiletto heeled pumps with a small satin bow at the toe finished his dressing. Dressed he sat at the vanity while his Aunt removed the curlers and began brushing his hair. She stood off to the side watching as he applied his own makeup. She helped him over the difficult spots like applying the liquid eye liner but otherwise he did it all himself. They didn't have time to change his nail color so Daniel painted his lips in the glossy plumb lipstick. Margaret accessorized his outfit with a darling white wicker box hat and ruffled white net veil, white cotton gloves, four inch gold hoops for his ears, several gold bangles for his right wrist, a small lady's watch with a white alligator band for his left and a white leather clutch purse. Dressed, accessorized, made up and smelling divinely of Tabu perfume, she pronounced him ready for his deportment lessons with Miss. Harris. Miss. Harris was to Daniel's eyes a very old skinny lady. She was about five foot six, wrinkled face with her grey hair put up into a tight bun at the back of her head. She was wearing a blue gingham "A" line dress, white cotton gloves and sensible black two inch block heeled pumps. She was leaning on a slender walking stick but didn't look like she really needed it. When he looked into her steel grey eyes, he saw a very strong willed and determined woman. He realized that this woman was not the kindly grandmother she appeared to be. "So this is the ruffian I am supposed to make into a proper young lady, errr? Well, Mrs. Grenoble, I guess I have had less to work with in the past. Give me six months and two hours every other day and I think we can make something out of this ragamuffin," she said as she slowly walked around the frightened boy. "Yes, Miss. Harris, this is my Heather that I told you about. I'm so happy that you think you can help her. I'll leave her here in your capable hands then if there is nothing else you need me for," Margaret said. As soon as Margaret was out the door, Miss. Harris walked behind Daniel and swatted his round ass with her walking stick. He jumped, let out a startled scream and dropped his purse caught completely unaware. "That's to get everything off on the right foot Missy. Now pick up that purse and we'll get started," she said. As Daniel bent at the waist to pick up his purse, the stick landed even harder than before on his upturned derriere making him scream in real pain this time. "Young lady's always and I mean always stoop to pick things up. That is unless you want the boys swarming all over you like a common slut. Now pick that purse up correctly. Better but keep your knees and heels together. Pick it up again. That's much better. Now drop it and pick it up again," she said calmly. After he dropped and picked up his purse a dozen times, she had him walk around the room. Almost immediately, he felt the sting of the walking stick on his behind. "Elbows in, wrists limp, chest out, head up and sway that ass. No! Don't swish. Sway to and fro in a gentle sway moving your whole arm, keeping it close to your side as you move. Put one foot in front of the other with no more than four inches separation between your heel and toe. You want to look graceful not like some damn fairy walking down the street," she instructed. After an hour with every muscle screaming in agony, he was allowed to sit down in a straight backed padded chair. That wasn't as easy as it sounds because ladies do not plop down into a chair. They are expected to gracefully sit, press the knees together, cross the ankles, tuck the feet neatly underneath, straighten out the hem of their dress and then fold their hands neatly in their lap. Daniel was surprised at just how demanding walking, bending and sitting could be and so exhausting. By the time his two hours were up, there wasn't a muscle or bone in his body that didn't hurt. He couldn't wait to get out of his girdle, hose and heels. He was hot and miserable but when he walked out of her house; his back was straight, head held high and chest out placing one foot in front of the other. When he got into the limo, he immediately removed his heels and began messaging his aching feet. Margaret allowed him that little indulgence as she knew what it was like to wear heels all day. She didn't make him put them back on until they were parked at Stella's Dance studio. A young woman in her early thirties came up to them wearing a black leotard and white tights. Her brown hair was done up in a high pony tail and she was wearing only lip gloss for makeup. She seemed perky and energetic to Daniel plus she had a pretty smile. "Hi, I'm Stella and welcome to my studio. What can I do for you today?" she gushed. "Hello Stella, I'm Mrs. Grenoble and I'm here to enroll my niece Heather into your ballet class. I spoke to you yesterday about it," Margaret stated. "Oh yes of course, I remember. Like I told you on the phone, my only beginner's class has girls from nine to thirteen. Won't Heather feel a bit odd learning with younger girls?" she replied. "Oh no, not in the least, she has been begging me to take ballet for ages now. It wasn't until recently that I have been able to satisfy that request. So what do we have to do?" Margaret said. With the contract signed and a list of supplies in hand they left the studio. Daniel would be taking beginners' ballet every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday for the next year. They stopped at a dance supply store in town and Margaret went nuts buying everything a ballerina would ever need. There was only one major problem, when Daniel put on the black leotard a not insignificant bulge showed up in the crotch. Never- the-less, she would not be denied and made the purchases. Three satin spandex leotards one a traditional style, one tank and one cap sleeved in white, black and pink. They had a sweetheart front neckline, princess seams, low "V" backs and shelf bra. The tights had reinforced toes and were in white, ballet pink and suntan. Three sets of twenty-seven inch fuzzy legwarmers and three five layer tutus in white, black and pink were added to the basket. The final item was a pair of white satin pointe shoes. According to the clerk, these shoes with their heel seam cushion and wide toe box would provide a strong balancing platform for any beginner. Daniel was more than happy to finally get home. He had bitterly complained to his Aunt about having to take ballet and even mentioned his bulge as a reason not to go through with it. However, she wasn't going to back down and simply told him that she would take care of it before he had to go to his first class the next afternoon. As he settled down on his bed, he had second thoughts about telling his Aunt about his little bulge. Ooo The next morning after his toilet Margaret solved his little bulge problem. She took his violet satin sheath with white ruffled lace at each end and secured his penis back between his legs. "There, that along with a nice tight pantigridle should solve your little problem," she said giving it a little pat. A tight white high-waist pantigridle and his white training bra were quickly put on. She watched as he rolled a pair of ecru hose into donuts and smoothed them up his legs. He still had a bit of difficulty fastening the rear tabs but he was getting better. With his hose on, she had him step into a pair of white satin four inch stiletto pumps with a pointed toe. They were tight and brand new so he knew that they were going to really hurt his feet before long. At the vanity, he removed the rollers from his hair and brushed it out. Margaret told him she wanted him in his evening makeup and to use at least three different eye shadows. He started to select the shadows when he remembered his cosmetic lesson. "Auntie what color dress am I going to wear today? I can't match my shadow if I don't know the color," he asked. "Very good Heather, I was wondering if you would remember what that technician told you or not. As a reward I'm going to let you pick out what you want to wear today. Anyone of your skirt and blouses would be okay with me," she said smiling. It took him awhile to decide but he knew he didn't want anything too feminine if he could get away with it. Finally, he decided on a suntan colored cotton denim skirt and a bright white tee with cap sleeves. It was probably the least feminine thing he owned. The silver rhinestones spelling out "Princess" across the front of the tee gave it a definite girlie flair. After breakfast, she had him put on a ruffled white nylon bib apron and rinse off the dishes before putting them into the washer. The dishes done and the counters wiped, she handed him a white cotton mop cap with a fringe of lace to put on. Showing him the vacuum, he was instructed to do the living room and den. As he moved around, Margaret corrected him as needed about his posture. By the time he had finished these tasks and dusted the shelves, it was lunch. As he feared, his legs and feet were killing him. He was hot and uncomfortable from wearing the hose, girdle and bra. "Auntie, why can't I wear something more comfortable when I do chores? It isn't easy doing all that while wearing a girdle, hose and heels," he complained as they sat to eat. "Heather, girls and women do all sorts of things dressed like that. To become a beautiful woman takes determination, perseverance, and sacrifice. To build those characteristics, you need to learn them at an early age. As you have already noticed, it takes a woman a lot longer just to get ready in the morning. Yes, it would be nice if you could just snap your fingers and wha-la you're dressed and ready to go but that doesn't happen. It takes hard work and I insist that you become a beautiful young lady. I will not allow you to slide back into a ruffian tom boy. Now finish your salad and then take a quick bath. You have ballet class in one hour." she stated. After his bath, Margaret secured his penis back between his legs using a white satin sheath with pink lace at both ends. Then she gave him a tight white spandex pantigridle and sanitary pad. When he looked blankly back at her as he took the pad, she said, "That will help smooth out your crotch dear. When we get back from your dance class, I'll explain feminine hygiene to you. Young ladies your age have a menstrual cycle and you will need to know all about it." "Like I want to know anything about that! Just thinking about that gives me the creeps," he thought as he placed the pad into the girdle's crotch. With the girdle on he wiggled into his pink tights then stepped into the white leotard and pulled the straps over his shoulders. It hugged him like a second skin and his crotch appeared as smooth as any girl. Thanks to the built in shelf bra his small orbs actually had a cleavage. Margaret used a bit of powder to make the cleavage look even deeper much to his embarrassment. Hot pink fuzzy leg warmers covered his calves and a pair of white kids with pink laces was on his feet. The pink five layer tutu was fastened about his waist. At the vanity, his hair was brushed into two pig tails and tied off with a fluffy bright pink chiffon scrunchies. Margaret used a curling iron to put some body into the ends of the pig tails. When she finished with his hair, the pig tails bounced saucily at the sides of his head just touching his shoulders. His finger nails were revarnished in a hot pink color that matched the lipstick she had him apply. A liberal dosing of Tabu perfume and she pronounced him ready for his first ballet class. As they were leaving the room, Margaret handed him a pink with white hearts background gym bag. The bag contained his pointe shoes, face towel, bottled water, makeup bag and a spare sanitary pad. Daniel put the strap over his shoulder and followed his Aunt out to the limo. "I can't believe that I am actually going outside looking like this. I feel like a total idiot but not as bad as I did dressed like a damn sissy," he thought. "Oh damn! This is like being back in kindergarten again. It's just a bunch of little girls though. Even if I was a real girl, I'd be embarrassed to be here. Oh crap! Two of them are coming over here," he thought as he entered the practice area. "HI, I'm Tammy n this is Tissa. Are you a new instructor?" the nine year old asked. She was wearing a pink leotard, white tights and had her red hair tied into a tight bun. The other little girl was wearing a sky blue leotard and white tights. Neither girl was wearing a tutu. "Errr...no...I...I'm a new student," he managed to mumble through his embarrassment. "Gosh! Aren't you a little old to be taking this class?" Tissa asked. Before he could answer, Stella called the class to attention. She embarrassed him even more when she had him move to the front of the class and introduce himself. All the other girls started giggling when he did that making him blush brightly. Not including himself, there were eight other children ranging in age from nine to about twelve and he was the only one wearing a tutu. Daniel felt like a fool but wasn't allowed to dwell on it as the instructor got them to all line up. "Alright girls let's start off with our stretching exercises. Now follow me as I count and a one..." she began as Daniel tried to follow. Daniel found a new aggravation as he twisted, bent and turned stretching. His pig tails kept slapping him in the face distracting him. Now he understood why all the other girls had their hair up in tight buns. The girl exercising next to him noticed his problem and giggling said, "I can help you fix that when we take a break if you want. I'm Jennifer." They took a short break after thirty minutes of exercise and warm-ups. Daniel sat cross legged on the wooden floor as Jennifer quickly braided his pig tails then fastened them into tight buns on the sides of his head. He was breathing hard from the exercises and Jennifer couldn't contain her giggles while she worked. "It's okay Heather. You'll get use to it in no time. This class can be a lot of fun once you have been here awhile. I was like you at first but I really like it now. Do you like pajama parties? We do it all the time and we have the mostest fun. Would you like to come to one of my pajama parties? It would be so cool to have an older girl there," she prattled. As Jennifer worked on his hair, Tissa and Tammy sat down in front of them just staring wide eyed as his hair was being braided. When Jennifer mentioned pajama parties they got all excited and started talking all at once. "Oh yeah, Heather you'll love coming to our pajama parties. We have so much fun together. We listen to music, dance, even sometimes get to put on makeup and stuff," Tissa said. "Oh Heather, you can even bring your Barbie dolls over and we can swap their things. We could play dress-up but I don't think you could get into any of my dresses," Tammy stated. Daniel sat there staring at the two effervescent girls as they went on about their pajama parties. He knew for certain that was one thing he would avoid at all costs. He could picture himself playing with dolls and much worse, playing dress-up. The very thought sent shivers up and down his spine. What he wanted to yell at them was that he would rather be dead than go to one of their parties. He did his best to be nice but it took an effort. "Tha...that sounds like a lot of fun but...but I...I don't have a lot of free time. My...my Aunt keeps me pretty busy, you know," he managed to say. He was saved from further embarrassment when Stella called the class back together. The class was finally over. Two of the longest hours he had ever spent anywhere. The stretching was bad but it amazed him how hard and strenuous it was to put his feet in such unnatural positions. He thought putting your ankles together and forcing the feet to point in opposite directions something only seen in comic books. As he was getting ready to leave, Stella handed him a beginner's ballet handbook. "Heather, you really need to go over this and practice while you are at home. You are far behind and your body really needs to limber up. If you are serious about taking ballet, you need to practice at least an hour every day. This book will help and I expect you to know the stretching exercises and the basic moves when I see you next," she said as Margaret stood nearby. As he took the book, he saw the look in his Aunt's eyes and knew he would be practicing a lot of ballet before he could get some rest. Just as he walked over to Margaret, Jennifer rushed up. "Heather, it was really nice to meet you. I really hope you come back and maybe when you get the chance we can have a slumber party. I would really like that. Tammy and Tissa only come once in awhile, so it'll be just us older girls," she squealed. "Huh! Yeah Jennifer but I have to go now. I'll see you next time," he said. "Heather who is this lovely girl....a new friend? And who did up your hair? It's delightful," Margaret said with a broad grin. "Auntie Margaret, this is Jennifer. She did my hair for me," he replied. "Why Jennifer it's so nice to meet you. I really like what you did to my Heather's hair. She really needs to learn a lot about styling her hair especially for ballet classes. Did I hear you say something about a slumber party? I'm sure Heather would love to attend one of your parties if your Mother approves," Margaret said smiling from ear to ear. "Auntie, why did you encourage her? There is no way I would ever go to a slumber party with girls my own age much less with these kids. She's only twelve," Daniel complained as he got into the limo. "She may be only twelve but you could still learn a lot from her dear. I think it would be a lot easier on you mixing with younger ladies than those your own age. With Jennifer you won't have to talk too much about your boyfriends. Heather a slumber party is a right of passage for girls. It is one of those things all girls should experience. It teaches young ladies how to interact with one another but more importantly, it is a learning experience. I think you would benefit a lot from attending a slumber party. I know you are tired from class but we have a stop to make at the twin's. They have some lingerie ready for you," Margaret replied. The twins laid out several boxes filled with lingerie. A dozen brief cut panties in the softest chiffon, trimmed in floral lace and delicate satin bows filled one box. Six bras with bullet shaped satin cups and edged with eyelet lace or pleated chiffon along with six wasp waisted corsets filled the second. Six nylon camisoles with matching half-slips hemmed with four inches of scalloped lace filled the third. The fourth box contained six full slips. Each slip was trimmed with delicate lace across the bodice and hem and made of the slinkiest nylon. The material was so slinky that it flowed over the hands when held. All the lingerie was color coordinated in bright red, amethyst, sunflower yellow, white, emerald and black. The final box contained a peignoir in lavender. The gown was made of chiffon with a nylon underskirt. The shoulder straps, low cut neckline and hem were trimmed in fine white lace. It flowed in undulating waves down to the ankles. The robe was sheer lavender chiffon with billowing sleeves. Four tiers of cream lace dripped from the cuffs and around the hem. A bright purple satin three inch wide sash tied it together. As Daniel stood on the platform showing off his new peignoir a familiar voice rang out from the front room, "Hello ladies, I'm here." Mrs. Hawthorne and Jacob entered the room. Daniel was surprised to see Jacob dressed in cut off denim shorts, dirty looking white tee shirt and a pair of scruffy sneakers. It was obvious from the look on his face that he didn't want to be there. His face was almost as red as his auburn curls. "Why hello Margaret, ladies and you too Heather, it's so good to see you again. Gwen, Rosa I desperately need that dress we were talking about last month. I caught Jacqueline trying to run away this morning. Can you imagine such a thing? Well, I've decided since he doesn't seem to want to dress his age to regress him. It's ready, oh thank you. I can't wait to see him in it. Come, come Jacqueline, take off those horrid clothes and let them dress you," she gushed. Turning even redder in the face, Jacob pulled his hand out of his Mother's grasp and ran out the room. Unfortunately, as in Daniel's case when he tried to run, he managed to run straight into Roger's arms. He was brought back kicking and screaming. Roger gave him four quick hard spanks and deposited him at his Mother's feet. "Will there be any thing else madam?" Roger said in his deep baritone without any expression of emotion. "Good ole Lurch," Daniel thought, "You poor kid. I really feel sorry for you but at least you tried to get away." Mrs. Hawthorne reached down and grabbed her son by the ear lobe and pulled him to his feet. "Strip! Now!" she commanded. With tears flowing, Jacob slowly undressed. Pulling off his underpants, he tried to hide his groin with his hands only to have them slapped away. Everyone in the room stared at what was revealed as his hands fell to his sides. "OMG!" Gwen and Rosa exclaimed as one. "Noooo, I don't believe it!" Margaret said in disbelief. "Shit!" Daniel said. "That's why I couldn't get here any sooner. I had to take him into the city to have that taken care of. It's the latest innovation and took me several hours to have it done. You like? I don't think he'll try running away now," Mrs. Hawthorne stated. Daniel rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands as he stared at Jacob. Jacob had a vagina with a neatly trimmed landing patch of auburn hair. It looked so real that Daniel found himself blushing. "What?" Gwen asked. "How?" Rosa chimed in. "Oh, I didn't have anything removed if that is what you all are thinking. There is this shop that specializes in the latest prosthetic innovations. They used a new plasticized skin that can be molded. It actually breathes so can stay on for months at a time. It's all perfectly safe and as you can see so natural looking. I just love what they have done for my little Jacqueline," she gushed. His Mother had to hold him upright as the three women went over and closely examined the device. Gwen actually inserted two fingers inside the realistic folds which made Jacob cry all the harder. Margaret looked at it then asked her where she purchased it and how long it would take. "Here, I have their card in my purse. I went to them this morning when I caught Jacqueline climbing out the bedroom window. Told me to come right over and I don't think it took more than two hours. You can have it if you want," she replied digging into her purse. Gwen stepped back and looked over the naked youth. "Mrs. Hawthorne, if they can work that kind of miracle, why didn't you have them do the same with his breasts?" she asked. "Oh I thought about it but decided Jacqueline would be better off without them. He can still attend school dressed in his boy clothing without getting too much attention. Breasts would make looking like a normal boy difficult," she explained. With the fuss over, the twins hauled Jacob into the back room. There was the sound of a small scuffle and a few smacks that came from the room. When they emerged, Jacob was sniffling and wearing his new outfit. He was wearing a sheer white chiffon balloon capped short sleeved blouse with four tiers of red floral lace falling to mid-arm. The pointed collar was trimmed in red lace. His red training bra could be easily seen through the diaphanous fabric of the blouse. He wore a bright fire engine red bridal satin party dress decorated with white lace and bows that flared out at the hips. Below the skirt you could see yards after yards of bright white net crinolines. Poking out from beneath the petticoats was his well rounded butt covered in red pantaloons with six rows of ruffled lace adorning the hems. On his feet were red ruffled turned down white nylon socks and a pair of ruby red sequined five inch spike heeled open toed pumps. On his head was a darling bonnet with extra wide brim. It was constructed of white bridal satin and dripping in red floral lace. The bonnet secured under the left side of his chin with a wide red satin ribbon. As a finishing touch, Jacob held a red and white stripped parasol with lace fringe. "That's exactly how I envisioned it would look. Girls you have made my and Jacqueline's day. Isn't he the cutest sweetest girly-girl you have ever seen?" Mrs. Hawthorne gushed when he came out. "Please, Mommy, don't make me wear this. I'll be good. I really promise this time," Jacob said crying his eyes out. "Jacqueline you should have thought about that before you tried running away. As punishment, you will be dressed and treated just like a girl until I think I will be able to trust your word again. If I hear one more complaint, you'll go to school wearing your new dresses," she snapped at him. Daniel was told to go and change back into his street clothes. As he walked back into the changing room, he was disturbed to see Margaret and Mrs. Hawthorne huddled in conversation. He totally disliked Mrs. Hawthorne and hoped that she wasn't giving his Aunt any ideas. "I certainly don't want one of those things glued down there. It has to be horrible for Jacob. Boy! I'm glad she's not my Mother," he mumbled as he entered the changing room. As Roger drove them back home, Margaret looked at Daniel with a crooked smile. "Darling, I had the most entertaining conversation with Emma, Mrs. Hawthorne that is. I mentioned, in passing, that a girl in your dance class wanted you to go to a slumber party and how unhappy you were about that. Well, she suggested that it might be a good idea if you and her Jacqueline had a slumber party first. You know, to get you use to the idea. I thought it was a grand idea and accepted the invitation for you. Roger will drop you off at their house this Saturday and pick you up Sunday. How does that sound?" she said. "No, please Auntie, don't make me do that. She scares me! I don't want to do it," he pled. "I'm sorry darling but I have already accepted for you. Besides, it's too late. She said she was going to stop and pick up party supplies and make the arrangements so that you two will have a wonderful time. I expect an excellent report back from Emma on your behavior. If not, then, I expect the twins won't have any trouble replicating that beautiful red dress," she stated. Saturday arrived all too soon for Daniel. Margaret packed his over night bag with what he considered way too much stuff. She was going to put his peignoir in the case but after he complained, agreed it was too fancy for a sleep over. Instead, she packed his baby doll. He was wearing a blue denim just above the knee skirt with a white poly capped sleeved blouse and a pair of silver strappy sandals with a four inch spiked heel. For accessories, he had his white leather banded lady's watch on his left wrist and a white chiffon scrunchie around his right wrist. The scrunchie was in case he decided to put his hair up in a pony tail later. Ooo Roger pulled into a long driveway that led to an English Manor styled house. A large Mercedes was parked off to the side as the limo stopped at the front door. As Roger was getting out, the door opened and Mrs. Hawthorne stood at the entrance. At her side stood a tall thin girl dressed in skinny jeans and blue tee. "Hello Heather, I am so glad you could come for Jacqueline's slumber party. He is so excited when he heard the car pull up that he had to go pee-pee I'm afraid. He'll be here shortly. This is my daughter Samantha. I don't believe you have met her yet. Please come in. Sam take the bag from Roger. Oh, Roger thank you so much for bringing dear Heather to us. We'll see you Sunday around noon, I think," she said. Up close Daniel could see that Samantha was indeed her Mother's daughter. She had the same features, the same air of dominance and coldness that her Mother exhibited. Daniel immediately disliked her as well. She looked younger than he and wore braces on her teeth but as he held out his hand in greeting, she ignored it. "Call me Sam you little pervert," she hissed as she took the bag from Roger. "Come along darlings, I'll fix us a pot of tea," Emma said. Daniel was surprised to see Jacob dressed like a normal teenager when he arrived in the kitchen. He was wearing a cute white cotton skirt that flared out at the hips in large pleats reaching to just above the knee, a teal satin short sleeved blouse, ecru hose and white strappy sandals with a two inch block heel. His makeup was modestly applied. His eyes were lined in black liquid eye liner, the lids dusted with green shadow and his lips coated in a glimmering strawberry pink. His hair was in auburn curls and smelled of flowers. The only thing detracting from his appearance was the fear in his eyes. "Hello Heather, I'm so glad you could come. Mummie and I were so thrilled when we heard you wanted to spend the night with us," he said as he walked up to Daniel and embraced him. "I'm sorry but we have to do this or we'll both be punished," Jacob whispered into his ear as they hugged tightly. Stepping back slightly, Jacob then kissed Daniel full on the mouth. "Wow! Aren't the little perverts cute," Samantha smirked. "Samantha mind your tongue. We have a guest in the house. It's only proper for two sissies to great each other with a hug and kiss," Emma reprimanded. Shortly after finishing his tea Daniel began to feel drowsy. He was sitting at the table and the conversation was sounding like the buzzing of bees in his ears. He shook his head trying to clear out the cobwebs when Emma announced they were going on a drive. "Feeling a little woozy perv? Come on, let me help you," Samantha said grabbing his arm. Daniel remembered sitting with Jacob and Samantha in the back seat of the big Mercedes. "Go on you little sissy do what I told you or else," Samantha demanded in a harsh whisper. Jacob leaned into Daniel and began kissing him on the mouth. Daniel was unable to resist as the pink tongue invaded his mouth and played tongue tag with his. This went on for some time with Jacob practically lying on top of him before he heard Samantha tell Jacqueline to get on with it. He felt his dress being pulled up and his panties down and desperately tried to break the contact. He was too weak to stop Jacob from doing whatever he wanted. "Go on Jacqueline, you know you have to do it or I will make your life a living hell," Samantha snarled. Daniel felt warm wet lips surround his penis which began sucking and slurping it. As the lips and tongue worked, Daniel couldn't stop his dick from responding. The sensations filling his mind and body were too much for him to control no matter how disgusted he felt. He wanted to push the lips away, push the little pervert away but his arms flopped uselessly by his side. "Go on little brother, just like I've had you practice. All the way down, swallow it all and make sure you leave a nice pink lipstick ring around the base. That's it! You've got him all hard. Now slide up and let him take your boi pussy. A real sissy like you should lose his cherries to his best friend, shouldn't he? Now squat down on that pole," she ordered not loud enough for her Mother to hear. A small hand grabbed hold of Daniel's shaft and pressed the head of his dick into a hot tight opening. Daniel let out a loud moan as he felt his shaft enter Jacob's soft steaming inside. He heard crying above him and an occasional whimper but he kept his eyes closed. He couldn't defend himself but he certainly didn't have to watch what was happening. "That's enough sissy. Now switch it to your new pussy. Get use to it. You will be doing a lot more of that in the future," Samantha sneered. Once Jacob switched holes, he lay down over Daniel and placed his head on his shoulder. "Oh Daniel, I'm so sorry but I have no choice. If I don't do this to you then she'll make me....make me," Jacob whispered but couldn't continue as tears filled his eyes. The feeling Daniel was getting from Jacob's pussy was different than when he took his boi pussy. It was not as warm and not as tight but it still stimulated his senses. As the warm lubricated ridges moved over his dick, he couldn't stop himself from bucking up into it. Daniel felt a rushing pressure filling his head, his body tightening and then with a pulsing release he came. When Daniel came too, he was sitting upright leaning against the door. He still felt weak but he could move his hands slightly. Opening his eyes, he stared directly into Samantha's. "I see you've decided to rejoin us perv. You know you should thank us for letting you use that pathetic excuse of a dick. No wonder your Aunt decided to make you into a girl. Mom and I have a special surprise for you and you won't need that pathetic thing again. You give us any trouble while we are in there and you and my sissy brother will find yourselves out on the meanest street in the city. See if you two can make it home when we leave you with the crack whores and drug dealers. Now behave and I better see a smile on your face," Samantha said as the car came to a stop. Daniel could move albeit on wobbly legs and with Jacob's assistance. Looking up he saw a large neon sign, "Gnu Innovations." He was assisted into the store and they were taken into a small room that looked like a doctor's office. Samantha and Jacob quickly stripped Daniel of his clothing and wrapped a paper examination gown around him. As they waited, Daniel's wooziness dissipated. "Mrs. Hawthorne it is so good to see you again. Is this the young lady you were talking about?" a middle aged woman in blue scrubs said entering the room. "Yes, this is Heather a very dear friend of the family. She's like my darling Jacqueline and they have been best friends since forever. Her parents couldn't afford what you did for my baby but for her eighteenth birthday I decided to give it to her," Emma stated. "Yeah, give it too me....You've certainly stuck it to me in more ways than one you evil bitch. If I can just get two seconds alone with her, you all will be in jail. Shit! I can't say nothing cause they'll just deny it. The only thing I can prove is that I had....had intercourse with Jacob. He's too chicken to defend me, so we'll both wind up on the street. If I could get hold of my Aunt she might stop all this but I can't even do that. Hell, she doesn't even know where I am. Oh, I just have to wake up. This has got to be the worst nightmare I ever had. It's gotta be a nightmare!" he thought. "Heather you are very pretty. I can see why you would want our product. You really have wonderful friends here. Just lie back on the table and let me take some measurements and photos so we can match skin type," she said. Two hours later they left the shop. Daniel couldn't hold back any more and began crying torrents. Jacob hugged and kissed Daniel all the way back to the house. Samantha just smiled and snickered at the two of them as Emma drove home. "I bet the two you cannot wait to get into your precious nighties and make wild crazy lesbian love," she laughed as they arrived. At the house, Emma told the boys to go up to Jacob's room and get into their nighties. "I want you to take a nice bath and get cleaned up for this evening. I have a lot planned for tonight and it's going to be so much fun," she said. "That Samantha is certifiable. How could she be so evil? I've never done anything to her. Why does she hate me and you so much?" Daniel whispered to Jacob as they went into his room. "Sh...she use to be nice...once....but that was before..." Jacob whispered back. "What are you two talking about? I want to hear everything, so stop that whispering," Samantha shouted. "Errr...nothing Sam. We...we were just saying how nice a hot bath would be," Jacob replied. "Get your clothing off and get into the tub. I'll be back to make sure you are both looking your best for tonight," she said leaving them alone. As the tub was filling, Daniel demanded to know why she was such a bitch. Jacob checked the door to make sure Sam wasn't near before saying, "She was gang raped." "Golly did...did the cops get those guys?" Daniel asked. "Well sort of...she was able to identify one and he went to trail but the case was weak. He got off and a few months later they got her again. They raped her over an entire weekend. They left her near death. She wasn't a pretty sight when they found her. They...they did things to her that really fucked up her mind. She was in a mental institution for more than a year before Mom got her out. Ever since, she's hated all men...me included. You just happened by I guess. Mom...well she isn't much better. I think she had a break down too as a result. I think she feels that if I were a girl or a sissy Sam wouldn't feel so threatened," he explained. "Well I feel sorry for her but that's no excuse for treating us the way she has. Your Mother should know better too. There is no excuse for this," he replied. He wanted to say more but they heard Sam coming back. Sam made them strip each other naked then wash the other while in the tub. She was surprised to see Daniel's A cup sized breasts and teased him unmercifully. As they faced each other Sam had them play with each other's breasts. Jacob didn't have any but when she saw Daniel's nipples erect as Jacob sucked on one, she gave out a hoot. "It sure looks like your little friend is enjoying that. I think you two will make a great lesbian team. Go on, suck on that tit harder while you stick a finger in her new pussy. I think he's going to be surprised at how much he likes it. You do the same Heather. Make my sissy brother happy. Come on let's see some action. Get your hands up in there you bitches," she goaded. Sam went wild eyed as the two boys fisted each other and Jacob sucked as hard as he could on Daniel's nipples. By the time they collapsed into each other spent, Daniel's nipples were swollen and inflamed. Sam still looked crazed as she ordered them out of the tub. They dried each other off. As Daniel was on his knees drying Jacob's artificial pussy, tears flowed down his cheeks. "I got one of those on me now. I can't believe they did this to me. Aunt Margaret will make them pay for doing that. At least I hope she does. It looks and feels so real. I wonder if this is what they really look and feel like? I still can't believe that Jacob's fingers made me cum inside this damn thing. That lady said this thing will stay glued for three months and only a doctor could tell. Shit! I want it off now," he thought. Dressed in their baby dolls they went down to dinner. As they went down the stairs, Sam instructed them to be real lovie dovie, touching and kissing as much as possible. They sat side by side at the table feeding each other between kisses. Emma sat at the head of the table smiling a satisfied smile letting Sam control the situation. "See, Mom I told you they were the perfect couple. I bet when it comes time for Heather to go home, they'll be inseparable," Sam gushed. After dinner Sam had them sit one in front of the other in the den. She handed a box of yellow satin ribbons to Daniel and instructed him to tie little bows in each of Jacqueline's many curls. As he did that, she was braiding his hair into thin braids and tying them off in blue satin ribbons. Once that was done, she had them do each others nails in a varnish that matched their hair ribbons. To make the situation more embarrassing, she made them talk while doing their tasks. "At slumber parties girls always talk about the boys in their life. So I want to hear you talk about the boys you would like to be with. I not only want the details of what they look like but the juicy intimate stuff. You know like what turns you on and stuff like that. Girls talk about clothing and music too. Oh yeah, I'd better hear lots of enthusiasm, but first, I want to see you swap a lot of spit. Make it juicy girls. You know, to get you into the mood," she ordered with a laugh. After they had put ribbons in each others hair, painted each others nails and applied heavy whorish makeup on each other, Sam had them sit on the couch side by side. She went over to the TV and put a DVD into the machine. It was a XXX rated movie that started playing. "Every slumber party has a bit of porn on if the parents are away. Since Mom has gone to bed, you two can watch this for awhile. You can consider it an educational video. I better hear a lot of giggles and moans coming from this room just like all the other girls would," she said as she left. Sam made them stay up almost all night. She had them play with paper dolls and read nursery rhymes in high pitched lisping voices until their throats were sore. Not satisfied having them play at being little girls, she had them read sections out of romance novels then act out the scene. When she finally let them go to sleep, she made them crawl into the same large sleeping bag, face-to-face, arms around each others neck so they could kiss until they finally fell asleep. Daniel was never so glad to see Roger pull up into the drive. Before he was allowed to rush out, he had to French kiss Jacob while holding him in a tight embrace where Roger could see. He was blushing as he jumped into the back seat of the limo. Tears of relief fell down his cheeks as the limo sped down the road. As soon as he saw Margaret, he rushed into her arms still crying. "Oh Auntie it was horrible. They took me to the city and....and had...made me get one of those...those things...It's glued on and...and I...I can't get it off....and...I...." he sobbed. "Heather what are you talking about? Slow down, stop crying and tell me what happened?" sh