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Bully Love By Cheryl Lynn This story was inspired by the art of Artzboy00 and a work of forced feminization. Her great art may be viewed at deviantart.com. This story may be downloaded for personal use and any other use strictly forbidden unless approved by the author. This story contains forced sexual content and rape. You have been warned. Standard disclaimers apply and comments welcome at [email protected]. Bully Love High school is supposed to be the best years of a teenager's life. It reflects a time when their bodies mature and they toss aside childish things. It was the late fifties. Sock hops, drive-ins, fast cars and rock and roll ruled the teenagers' life. This is probably true for the majority of kids but not so for Bobby Gene Squirt. No, Bobby is not short for Robert and Squirt is his real surname. If parents pick the wrong name for a child, especially a male child, school can be most embarrassing. Throughout elementary school, he was called Bobbie Jean and teased constantly by his classmates for having a girl's name and being a "squirt." In junior high, the kids continued teasing him about his last name. To make matters worse, he inherited a lot of his Mother's features. Physically he was small for his age, thin and leggie with a delicate face. It didn't help that he wore his brown hair almost down to his shoulders. Mentally, he was a type B personality. Not having a Father around to teach him manly pursuits was a definite hindrance to his development. His Father left his Mother before he was even born. As a result, he was given her surname. He never developed a macho persona or the ability to assert himself. Another detriment to his development was his home life. His Mother, Irene, was a bitter woman. Due to her high school dalliance with Bobby's Father and teen pregnancy, her future was ruined. Her parents disowned her. She was expelled from school and, if not for a local charity, would have wound up on the streets. The charity was a strict religious organization that believed in corporal punishment and hard manual labor to absolve the sins of their wards. Irene had no other choice and bore their brutal rule until she came of legal age. Once she turned eighteen, she obtained employment as a maid with a large hotel and left the charity. Working and taking care of a two year old wasn't easy but she didn't have many options. It also left her so exhausted that she had no social life. Over time she became bitter and hated her life. The only bright spot was her promotion to head maid at the hotel several years later. This promotion allowed her to get a better apartment and a desk job. Her life was improved but her boss was very demanding. He required her to work the same long hours but, as a condition of her continued employment, certain sexual favors. As a result, her hatred of men solidified in her psyche and became even more resentful over her lot in life. As far as Bobby Gene was concerned, Irene didn't take out her disappointments on him. He was her child and it was her duty to raise him as best she could. She raised him out of a sense of duty rather than love. She made sure he had food, clothing and a place to live but not much else. She was demanding and bossy when she was around him. Bobby Gene was tolerated. As he got older and able to care for himself received even less attention from her. Growing up he became a loner with few friends and did his best to stay out of the limelight. Over the summer he actually grew a couple of inches and stood five foot six but only added a couple of pounds in weight. He still had little body hair with no sign of beard growth. He had that "Baby Face" look he inherited from his Mother as he went to his first day of high school. He was determined to start his senior year off better than those before. Being very naive, one of the things he decided to do was call himself BJ rather than Bobby. He thought it was a manlier name at the time. He also decided to leave his hair long rather than get the buzz cut popular with the boys. He reasoned that long hair would make him look more like a rebel. As he made his way up the steps of school, he was confidant that no one would tease him like they had in the past. He had the look or so he thought of a rebel, faded blue jeans, white tee shirt, black leather biker's jacket and boots that had cost him most of his summer earnings. "Look out world, here comes the new improved James Dean," he thought as he went up the steps. Ooo Zelda MacPhee knew she wasn't a pretty girl from her first days in school. She was that fat kid throughout elementary and junior high school. This year would be no different. If nothing else she added a few pounds to her already considerable size. They say that fat girls often had one redeeming feature such as a pretty face, sexy voice or a great personality. Zelda had none of those attributes. Her face was kind of angular instead of oval with a large flat nose. She kept her dull black hair cut into a short page boy that didn't do a thing to improve her looks. The beginnings of a mustache could easily be seen on her upper lip. Her voice was raspy and gruff. Unlike a lot of fat girls, she had small pointy flat breasts. Her disposition was at best sour. Being a girl of such stature, her daily life was miserable. Fat ugly girls did not get asked out and the guys avoided her like the plague. Once, for a short while, a pretty girl hung out with her during junior high. That friendship lasted until Zelda discovered that the only reason she hung out with her was to make herself the center of attention and wouldn't be any competition. There was the added compensation that Zelda would do anything she asked of her. Her home life wasn't any better. Like Bobby, her Father left them when she was very young. The only positive thing you could say about Zelda's Mom and Dad was that they were married. She didn't suffer the "bastard" stigma Bobby did but her home life was worse. Her Mother, Dana, worked as a cocktail waitress, which pretty much described her life. She enjoyed her booze and as much cock as she could get. While she technically wasn't a hooker, her men friends helped pay some of the bills. They didn't have much of a relationship as Dana worked nights and slept all day. Like Bobby, Zelda was tolerated by her Mother. Once Zelda overheard her Mother described her as being 'like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. It was stuck there but too much trouble to get rid of.' Unlike her daughter, she was on the thin side with a nice set of boobs. They lived in a small three bedroom shack across the tracks. It wasn't much of a house. It was dirty on the inside as well as the outside but it provided a roof over their heads. High school was anything but fun for Zelda. She wasn't that intelligent so she couldn't lose herself in her studies like other kids on the social outcast list. She skipped a lot of classes, often sitting at home sneaking booze and cigarettes from her Mother. Occasionally, one of her Mother's boyfriends would still be there but they never gave Zelda any trouble. Even in their drunken state, she still wasn't pretty enough to mess with. Early in her life she hoped that she was an ugly duckling that once puberty hit would turn into a beautiful swan. She wore frilly feminine clothing and did her best to look nice. With puberty, she only got fatter and sprouted a black mustache on her upper lip. Giving up on ever being the swan, she began dressing in baggy trousers and man tailored long-sleeved shirts. Gone were the frillies and cosmetics. Packed away, forgotten just like her dreams of becoming a pretty swan. She developed an attitude. Anyone that gave her any shit soon found themselves with a bloody nose or worse. Zelda was the school's biggest bully. Ooo The first day of class and Bobby was happy. He had gotten all the right courses to get into college. A heavy schedule of science and math classes with only two electives which he hated stared back at him from his class schedule. "Crap! I have PE and shop. I hate those but at least the rest of them are great. I've got until the end of the week to see if I can change those two out for something else," he thought as he walked down the hall. He was so preoccupied with his schedule, he didn't see the form looming in front of him. It wasn't until he walked into the large figure in front of him, falling backwards and landing on his skinny ass did he realize what had happened. Before he could react, a large size ten shoe was pressing down on his chest pinning him against the floor. "Watch where ya going ya skinny shit," a gruff voice screamed. Bobby looked up to see Zelda glaring down at him. "I...I.....I'm sorry..." he stuttered. "That's not enough runt. Give me ya lunch money or I'll squash ya like a bug," she demanded. Bobby was scared of this fearsome looking girl. He knew of her by reputation, quickly reached into his pocket and handed her his dollar. "That's....that's all I have. Please don't hurt me," he said trembling. "Alright, but keep the hell out of my way from now on or else," she said as she snatched up the money. "What a way to start high school," he thought as he picked himself up and started back down the hall. His regular classes were good but his shop and PE electives sucked. During PE most of the boys took one look at his scrawny body and laughed. As it was the first day of school, the teacher had them play dodge ball. Bobby left the gym with a lot of bruises to both his body and ego. In shop, some of the boys teased him about his new name. One rough looking kid elbowed him in the side and asked him, "BJ, huh, that stand for blow job. Ya want to go in the back and blow me you stupid faggot?" Shop was his last class of the day and as soon as it was over, he rushed to his locker hoping to leave that nasty kid behind. No such luck. The big kid and a couple of his friends followed him to his locker. There they pinned him to the wall giving him a big wedgie in the process. They told him he had the choice to blow them all or give them his money. When he didn't answer he was punched in the stomach. Fortunately or unfortunately depending upon how you look at it, Zelda had her locker next to his. As the bullies were giving Bobby a hard time she walked up. She wasn't in a good mood when she got there. More out of meanness than desiring to help, she kicked the boy holding Bobby in the shin hard. The boy screamed in pain and let Bobby drop to the floor. "Get ya scrawny asses away from my damn locker or I'll beat the snot out of youse guys," she snarled. With their leader hopping around on one foot holding his other leg, the two other boys decided Bobby wasn't worth the hassle. Helping their buddy, they quickly left. "Tha....anks," Bobby said looking up at the fat girl standing above him. "That's twice in one day I had to put up with ya shit runt. Get otta my way. I gotta get to my locker," she sneered looking him over closely. "There aint much to ya is there runt. Hell, ya almost look like a frightened girl sitting there on the floor. Get ya ass up and ya can carry my books home for me," she said with a grin. It was not a pleasant grin from Bobby's view point. She emptied out her locker of all its books and piled them in his arms. "These need covers put on them and I can't think of a better person to do it. What's ya name, not that it really matters to me? BJ? No, what's ya real name? Bobby Jean Squirt! Hahaha, ya got a girl's name huh. Yeah, "squirt" that seems to fit ya. I'm Zelda but you can call me....Boss. Yeah, that sounds 'bout right. Now, come on, I want to get home," she ordered. It was a long walk and Bobby was exhausted by the time they entered her kitchen. There she pulled out several brown bags and told him to get started covering her books. It only took him about an hour to cut the bags out into sheets of paper then tape the edges providing a protective brown paper layer over the books' covers. As Bobby worked, Zelda sat across from him drinking a gin and tonic. A cigarette was hanging out of the side of her mouth. "Ya know squirt, if ya had tits I'd think ya was a girl. Hell, ya hair is longer than mine and skinny as a rail. Ya sure you're not no girl?" she asked. "No, of course I'm no silly girl. Why would you think such a thing?" he replied defensively. "Well ya don't look like much of a man. Ya look more like one of them biker chicks wearin' that jacket and boots. Ya face is way to purty to be a boy and besides; I said ya look like a girl. If I say ya a girl then ya had better be one or I'll bust ya chops. Now tell me the truth, ya a girl aren't ya?" she said ominously. "Yo....you....don't scare me. I'm...errr...not," he began but was stopped by a hard slap to the face. He sat back with his ears ringing and his cheek burning from the hard slap. Tears began falling down his cheeks as the pain engulfed him. "Ha ya even cry like a girl. I know what.....Yeah! I just had a great idea. I'm gonna prove ya nothin' but a silly girl. Come on, get outta that chair and follow me. I got sumptin I wanna try. Come on or I'm gonna slap you silly," she ordered. Wiping the back of his hands across his eyes, he reluctantly got up and followed her out of the room. He followed her into a bedroom where she immediately went into a large closet and began pulling out cardboard boxes. She had four of the big boxes out in the middle of the room before she turned her attention back to Bobby. "Strip!" she spat at him. Bobby was stunned by her demand and just stood there with fear filled eyes. "Whaaaaat?" he managed to reply. "Squirt, I said to strip and I mean everything or I'll bust ya chops. Now get undressed while I look around in these here boxes," she told him sternly. From her expression Bobby could tell that she was serious. With no other recourse, he began taking off his clothing. As he undressed, she was throwing things onto her bed as she moved from box to box. Finally, she pulled another smaller box out and placed it on her vanity. Turning, she faced the almost naked boy. "Hurry up and get them sox off," she said as she moved to the bed and picked several items off it. "Keep them hands at your sides and turn around for me. I want to see what ya look like," she ordered. As he complied, she was giggling, embarrassing him even more than he already was. "Damn! Squirt if ya had tits ya could sure pass as a girl. Well, that and a pussy but that little thingy between ya legs aint all that much. I think my clit is almost that big," she said laughing. He was humiliated and blushing beet red but dared not do anything to provoke her any more than she already was. Bobby stood there covering his groin with his hands as she turned her attention back to the bed. He watched as she picked up a length of bright red satin ribbon. He stood frozen on the spot as she knelt in front of him and took his tiny penis in her hand. Watching in amazement as she quickly wrapped the ribbon around the base of his balls, around his penis then tying it into a pert bow at the base of the head. When she had finished, his penis was tucked back against his balls with a bright red ribbon bow knotted at its tip. She stared at him for a moment or two then another idea struck her. "There, that looks so much better but I think we can do better than that. Let me get this ribbon off first though. Follow me," she said standing and heading out of the room. Reluctantly, he followed behind as she went into the bathroom. It was filthy and Bobby wrinkled his nose at the strong odors. Zelda grabbed a can of shaving cream and a razor from the litter filled counter. She began spreading the foam over his chest, underarms, groin and legs demanding that he stand still or she'd cut his thingy right off. Scared for his very life, Bobby did as instructed while Zelda shaved the sparse hairs from his body. Denuded of body hair, she made him get into the shower and turned on the cold water. As he shivered under the harsh spray, she handed him a bottle of shampoo and conditioner telling him to wash his hair. His hair washed, his body cleansed of the remaining foam and hair, he stepped shivering from the shower. "Here, dry yarself off then coat ya body with this here lotion. It'll help prevent razor burns. When ya finished that, dust yaself with this perfume talc. Make sure ya get it into all those little nooks and crannies," she said with a snort. As Zelda watched the boy doing what she demanded, a thrill like none other filled her. It went from her brain straight down to her pussy. It made her shiver in pure pleasure. She was on sensory overload and it felt tremendous. She decided right then and there that she liked the feelings she got from bullying this particular boy. By the time Bobby had finished doing what she demanded, he smelled like a florist shop. She grabbed his hand and led him back into her bedroom. There she retied the ribbon on his shrunken penis with a hearty laugh. Then she handed him a pair of yellow full cut nylon panties with small white bunny rabbits imprinted on them. A yellow cotton bullet bra was fastened around his chest. It had a dainty pink satin bow sewn between the stitched cups. She placed a matching white lace embellished waist cinch with six dangling garters around his waist lacing it painfully tight and treaded the garters under his panties. A pair of black nylons with lace welts were rolled up his legs and fastened to the tabs. The metal tabs had a bright yellow satin bow covering them. A bright yellow half-slip with four inches of white lace hemming was soon around his thin waist. She tried to put a pair of white pumps on his feet but they were too big. Telling him to stay where he was and not move a muscle, she left. She returned with a pair of white leather strappy sandals with a three inch spiked heel from her Mother's room. They fit but Bobby had a hard time standing in them. As he stood trying to maintain his balance, Zelda went back into her closet. She came out of the closet carrying a yellow colored bridal satin party dress. The girlie-girl dress had large white chiffon puffed short sleeves that held their shape with thin boning with several inches of tiered lace reaching to mid-arm. Each tier of lace had a narrow bright yellow satin ribbon threaded through it that tied off in a pert bow. From the bodice white chiffon rose up in a gathered wave to cup his chin. A yellow satin ribbon tied off into an elaborate bow secured it in place. The bodice was decorated with yellow sequins and just under the breasts a three inch wide yellow satin pleated sash tied off in a big floppy bow at the back with streamers reaching down to the hem line. The skirt flared from under the breasts down to mid-thigh. Small yellow bows set on a pillow of white lace trimmed the hem of the skirt. Several starched white nylon net and taffeta crinolines were in her other hand. It didn't take her long to get him fully dressed. Bobby was surprised at how heavy the clothing was as he fingered the thick satin of the skirt. As Zelda dressed him in the juvenile dress, Bobby tried to resist. Two quick hard slaps to his face and a threat to pull his weenie off if he gave her any more trouble stilled any further protests. As she buttoned up the back of the dress and it tightened about his torso, he felt humiliated and imprisoned. He was trapped and totally at the mercy of this bully. What fight he might have had drained out of him with each button being fastened. As each button slid into its hole, the thrills running up and down Zelda's spine increased dramatically. When the last button fit into place, she had her first organism of her life. Her knees trembled and her legs shook as she felt a wetness dampen her panties. She had to grab hold of his shoulders for a second or two before she could regain her composure. "Hot damn! That was sumptin' else," she thought. Grabbing him by the arm she began leading him around the room teaching him how to walk. "Bobbie Jean, take small steps, lead with your toes first then place your heel down, one foot in front of the other. No, don't look at your feet. Keep your head up, chest out and ass swaying side to side," she instructed. Even as they walked, Zelda was still on a high that she had never experienced in her life. "I don't know what this feeling is but I'm damn sure I don't want it to go away," she thought. After about thirty minutes, she led him over to her vanity. There she opened the small box and began removing all sorts of cosmetics, combs and brushes. She quickly brushed out his damp hair, parting it in the middle and just above the crown. With a pair of scissors she snipped off the long hair in front of his face leaving bangs hanging down to his brows. Using a large set of bristle rollers she rolled the hair around his head then spayed them with hairspray. Turning her attention back to his face, she plucked out his brows until they were arched high over his eyes. Foundation, powder, eye liner, eye shadows in dark pink and violet, mascara, blush and a glistening hot pink lipstick were used to make his "baby face" femininely beautiful. Picking up an emery board, she quickly sanded his nails into rounded points and painted them a vibrant hot pink. As the nails dried, she removed the rollers from his hair, brushed it out into a flip then spayed more hairspray to set the hairdo. As a final touch, she placed a white plastic hair band with a yellow ruffled chiffon crest just behind the front part. Spraying him with a heady dose of floral scented perfume, she stood back and examined the feminized boy. "Damn! If only I could look so good," she muttered as she dug back into the box. She pulled out several white plastic bracelets, large white round plastic clip on earrings and a white box beaded necklace as finishing touches. Taking him by the hand, she led him over to the full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. Up until that moment, Bobby didn't know what had been done to him. Seeing his reflection, he brought his hand up to his mouth in disbelief. Standing looking back at him was a very pretty young girl. As she stood behind him watching the expressions on his face, Zelda smiled. For the first time in a long time she felt like she was finally in control. Putting Bobby into her old party dress was a brilliant idea. Albeit he was not much of a man, still the thrill of having such control over him was much like sticking her finger into a light socket. Instead of pain, it was a shock of omnificent power. At the same time she was devastated that a mere boy could be made to look so beautiful. This boy had the looks she desperately wanted for herself. Bobby didn't know how long he stood before the mirror looking in horror at what Zelda had done to him. His shoulders were slumped in defeat and tears rimmed his eyes but did not fall. As he stood there, he felt his essence drain out of his body. Despite the image that was reflected back at him, he was a man or so he had thought. "What kind of man would allow a girl, even a big girl to do this sort of thing? What man could look like this? I look more like a girl than most of the girls in school. I should have stopped her. I should have done something! But....but all I did was just stand there and let her do this to me. I must be a complete wuss to allow it to happen. I don't want this but I'm too chicken to do anything about it. Maybe now that she's had her fun she'll give me back my clothing and let me go. Oh, the plans I had this morning. I was finally going to man up and stop the teasing but what do I have now.....Nothing....Nothing at all. Once this gets out, it will be worse than ever. I'll have to drop out of school and kiss my college degree goodbye. Unless.....unless I can get her not to say anything. That's it! I'll promise her anything if she doesn't tell what happened today. Yeah, that's what I have to do. I still have some money left over from my summer jobs. Yes, I'll pay her. Anything to keep her from telling," he thought. As Bobby was contemplating his fate, Zelda was beginning to get mad. She was mad at herself for being who she was. She was looking at a boy, a boy that was a hundred times more beautiful than she ever would be. The more she stared at her creation the madder she became. "I can't believe it! He is so pretty....dainty even...he's prettier than I can ever be. It's not fair! Not fair at all. How can a boy be more beautiful than a real girl? Why wasn't I born pretty like him? It's not fair. I hate him for being more beautiful than I am. I hate him! Looking like this, I should have been born a man. Hell! I'm more of a man than he ever will be. I even have a mustache! Crap! This just aint fair and he should pay for looking so damn pretty. So, he wants to be prettier than me. Well, I certainly can see to it that he finds out what it's really like to be a pretty girl. I'll fix him! Soon, he'll wish he'd never been born just like me. I hate him!" she fumed. Her anger flaring, Zelda decided to humiliate Bobby. She grabbed his hand and pulled him from the bathroom. "Come on, I decided that we're going to the shopping center," she snarled. "What? No you can't do this to me! Please Boss, I'll do anything you want. Just let me change back into my own clothing. Please, anything, anything at all. Just tell me what you want and I promise to do it no matter what. Just don't do this to me! I....I have some money. It's yours. Please, anything but let me go and don't tell a soul about this and I'll do whatever you ask," he plead. "Anything? You'll do anything I tell you without question?" she said stopping in her tracks. "Yeah, whatever, just promise not to say anything about this," he said relieved. "Yes, you stupid cow, I'll do my best to avoid you at all costs once I get my stuff back. It'll be your word against mine and besides who'll give a shit anyway?" he thought. "Okay, Bobbie Jean, I won't say anything to anybody about ya being a boy dressing like a girl. But.....ya going to have to prove to me that ya will do anything I ask first. So...do we have a deal?" she replied with a broad smile. "Yeah, we do. Now what do you want? I have about sixty bucks. You can have that?" he asked as he started to relax. "Goodie, I'll take the money cause we're going to need it at the shopping center. Oh, we're still going there, that is, if you meant what ya said about doing anything I asked. So, ya coming or do I take ya to school tomorrow looking just like this?" she replied with a sneer. Bobby felt like he had just taken a hard punch to the solar plexus when he heard her demand. "Yo....you can.....you can't do that!" he gasped. "Oh, yes I can bitch! Ya act like the prissy girlie-girl ya appear to be when we get there or so help me I'll drag your sorry ass to school dressed just like ya are right now!" she yelled. "Nooooo....you can't do this to me. I can't go out looking like this. People will see me," he wailed. "Sure as hell I can. How ya planning on stopping me, huh? I'll carry ya if I have too but ya going to the shopping center with me. Now, ya can do it the easy way or the hard but I don't give a damn which way ya choose. Ya go peaceful and do as ya told and I promise I won't tell anyone who ya really are. Looking like ya do, no one will be suspicious unless ya act out of character. Hell, ya could fool your own Mother right now. So, what's it gonna be?" she demanded. Defeated, he nodded his head in compliance. As they left the house she handed him a pair of white cotton gloves and a white beaded purse with a long golden chain strap. He opened the purse to put his wallet in and staring back at him was a pink wrapped tampon. He quickly tossed his wallet in and snapped the purse closed. The trip to the shopping center wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. It was a lot worse. He got lots of stares and even some glares as the girl's boyfriend tripped over himself looking at Bobby. One girl asked him why he was dressed like he was and Zelda stepped in and told her he was a real girlie-girl. She found a bench near the middle of the shopping center and told him to sit. He was more than happy to do so as his feet and calves were killing him. Sitting proved to be a bit difficult with all the petticoats to handle but he managed. They certainly drew more than their share of looks as people walked by. Bobby in a very frilly party dress and fully made up. Zelda was wearing a pair of bulky denim cargo pants cut off just below the knee, white low cut ribbed undershirt and brown saddle shoes without socks. She had her arm around his shoulders possessively. "We make a real Laurel and Hardy couple," Bobby thought as they sat looking at the passersby. Bobby did his best to concentrate on his feet and didn't dare look anyone in the eye. They had been sitting on the bench for about thirty minutes and Bobby was getting antsy. He wanted nothing more than to get out of there and on his way back home. He was getting ready to say something, when a nice looking girl with curly brown hair walked up to them. "Hey Zelda how ya doing? Whose the chick ya sittin' with?" she inquired. "Marci have a seat. We're just sitting here watching the people go by before we head over to Darla's Lingerie shop. This is my little girlie- boy friend, Bobbie Jean, he needs some new panties. Wanted me to help pick out some really frou-frou fancy panties for him," she replied with a big smile. Bobby cringed and blushed deep red when he heard her introduce him as her girlie-boy friend. "Gosh! That's really a boy? He certainly fooled me. Wow!" she said as she sat. "Zel....Zelda I thought you promised not to tell anybody," Bobby whispered blushing furiously. "What did I tell ya to call me bitch," she snarled back at him. "I....I'm sor...sorry Boss," he replied in a squeaky voice. "Oh wow! Wow, did he just call you 'Boss'?" Marci asked wide eyed. "Yeah, gotta make sure he knows who's boss in this relationship. Ya know I don't take shit off nobody. As for you buttercup, keep ya trap shut and just sit there and look pretty," she said. "Wow! I can't frigging believe this. How long have you known him," Marci asked. "Just met today, ya might say it was love a first sight. He has the locker right next to mine," laughed Zelda. "He goes to our school? I don't remember seeing him today. If he was wearing that dress, I'm sure I would have noticed. Does he always dress this way?" she asked in wonder. "Nah, so far as I know he just started this afternoon. Carried my books home for me and saw some of my old stuff hanging in the closet. I had to get some stuff to cover my books and when I got back he was wearing that dress. Course I couldn't just let him wear my dress over his regular stuff so I made him go all the way. Loved it, positively loved me helping him get all gussied up like this. Since he liked it so damn much and was so damn pretty, I decided to share him with the world. It wasn't easy to get him come with me here but I kinda persuaded him. He was just too darn purty to hide away. Don't ya think he's really pretty Marci?" she told her. "Oh my yes! If you hadn't told me, I'd never had known. You did a really good job on him Zelda. He is pretty but a bit over dressed to go shopping, don't you think? Well, nice seeing you again and you too Bobbie Jean. I hope I see you in school tomorrow. Gotta go. Have to meet my Mom over at Sears," she said as she got up. As she left, Bobby had his hands covering his face and crying softly. "Stop that sniveling or I will give you something to cry about. Ya smear that mascara and I'll make ya go into the little girl's room to repair it. Get a tissue out of your purse and blot those eyes dry this instant," she snapped at him. Not wanting any more humiliation, Bobby opened the purse and dug around in it searching for a tissue. As he fumbled with the contents, he further embarrassed himself when the tampon fell out and rolled across the floor. It stopped rolling at the toe of a black shoe. As he looked up ashen faced, Bobby saw a policeman standing in front of them. He looked almost as embarrassed as Bobby as he stared down at the tampon lying by his shoe. Thankfully, he gave them a crooked little smile and walked off. In those few seconds, Bobby's heart began pounding loudly in his head and he didn't dare breathe. All he could see was the policeman's blue uniform and his pistol. Thoughts of prison, exposure and the ultimate humiliation flashed through his mind. As the policeman walked off, he let out a loud gasp. "Zel....errr...Boss, we've got to get out of here now," he managed to say in a panic. "Sit tight bitch, we aint going nowhere. Get over there and pick up that tampon before somebody else comes by. We still have to get ya new panties, remember," she instructed. Looking around in a panic, Bobby didn't see anybody close by and quickly went over to the tampon and bent down to pick it up. As he stood, a loud wolf whistle resounded in his ears. There were two teenage boys standing off a ways but they were pointing at him. Blushing, he hurried back over to the bench. Zelda was laughing as he sat back down and quickly tossed the tampon into his purse. "Damn that was a great show ya put on for them fella's just now buttercup. You should be ashamed of flashing ya panties at them like that. Next time, stoop down to pick sumptin up," she said. In the lingerie shop, Zelda made him pick out twelve pairs of the frilliest panties they could find. She kept embarrassing him by picking up a pair of panties and holding them down at his waist. Finally, she was finished picking out his panties. All of them full cut nylon, some so sheer that you could see right through them in various colors with lots of lace around the cuffs and waist. She also made him buy five bullet bras which were all the rage. They were called bullet bras because the cups were severely pointed like bullets. They were made of cotton and spiral stitched in order to hold their shape. When they got to the counter to pay for them, Zelda made him fill out a "Panty and Bra Club" application so he could get special sales and notices sent to his home. She made sure he spelled his name, Bobbie Jean. Ooo It was late by the time they got back to Zelda's house. As they walked into the back door, there was a large bristly bearded man sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer. He had multi-colored tattoos running up both arms, a blue and white bandanna wrapped around his bald head, wearing a shabby white undershirt, faded blue jeans and black leather boots. "Yo Zelda how they hangin'? Who's your hot little friend there?" he said in a deep baritone. "Hey there Dutch, this is my new friend Bobbie Jean. Say hello to Dutch Bobbie Jean. He's a good friend of my Mom's," she replied. Bobby quickly looked down at his shoes and mumbled out a soft, "Hello," "She's a shy little thing isn't she? Bet I know how to get her to open up and be all friendly like," he said as he reached out a big beefy hand and grabbed Bobby by his left wrist. The next thing Bobby knew was that he was sitting straddle legged over Dutch's thick thigh with a tree like arm around his tiny waist. Too shocked to do anything, he sat there with a stunned look on his face as Dutch planted a big wet kiss to his cheek. All Bobby could do was let out a shrill shriek as Dutch pulled him into his broad chest. "Come on baby, give ole Dutch a nice big kiss," he heard then felt the rough beard making contact with his face. He tried to pull away but Dutch's grip was too strong. Then next thing he felt was Dutch's tongue plunging into his mouth. The taste of stale cigarettes and beer filled his mouth. He wanted to vomit but if he did that Dutch would probably kill him. He sat there frozen in fear as Dutch gave him a deep prolonged French kiss. As the kiss broke, Bobby felt a meaty hand groping his right breast. "Come on Dutch, you're my Mom's friend. You've had ya fun now let him go!" Zelda said loudly. Dutch went stiff when she said that and pushed Bobby back giving him a hard look. "Did you say 'him'?" he demanded. "Dutch don't ya hurt him none. You're the one that jumped his bones as soon as he walked in here," she said defensively. "I'll be a monkey's uncle. Sum-a-bitch, you sure fooled me you little fairy," he said with a slight grin. Bobby quickly took advantage of Dutch's loosened grip and slid off his knee. He hurried over to Zelda who put a protective arm around his waist. "We okay Dutch?" she asked. "Yeah, sure pumpkin we're straight. She...errrr...he is quite the looker though. Sure as hell fooled me. Bet my last dollar the Injun would really cater to him though. He's been really down since his last boy friend done skipped out and left town. Think you might want to let him meet your little friend here?" Dutch said. "The Injun, he's a strange one Dutch. I don't want him taking Bobbie Jean here away from me. Hell, we just met. I want to spend some time with him first," she replied. "Yeah, sure no sweat pumpkin. You have your fun with Bobbie Jean there and when you're finished with him, just let me know. I'll make sure he is well taken care of. You can trust ole Dutch here," he replied with a laugh. Bobby was shaking like a leaf by the time they got back to her room. He collapsed in a heap on her bed, sobbing loudly. "Get over it buttercup. Ole Dutch didn't mean nuthin by it. Look if'n it'll make ya happy, I'll help ya get out of that dress," she said. Hearing some good news, Bobby got off the bed. It didn't take Zelda long to get the dress off and hung back in her closet. As he stood there in his lingerie and petticoats, he asked her where his pants were. He didn't see any of his clothing in the room. As she came out of the closet, she saw him starting to peel the petticoats off. "Stop that! I didn't say nuthin' about ya taking off those petticoats. Here, I got ya sumptin' else to wear," she said handing him a grey wool full skirt with a big pink poodle embroidered on it and a white short sleeved key-hole sweater to put on. "Go on, put'm on or do I need to take ya out to see Dutch again," she said. After he donned the skirt and sweater, she fastened a two inch wide black patent leather belt with a large square gold buckle around his waist. "Get over here to the vanity. Ya makeup is running all down ya face. Ya look like a damn raccoon," she ordered. "Please, you have had your fun. Let me have my stuff and go home. I didn't do nothing to you, please just let me go," he pled. "Nagh, I haven't nearly finished with ya yet buttercup. Ya aint met my Mom and I want ya ta stay over tonight so we can have a slumber party. Ya know, to get to know one another a whole lot better. The more I think about it buttercup, I kinda like the way ya look right now. All purty and girlie like. I'm gonna keep ya as my boyfriend tho ya don't look much like a boy....maybe...yeah, ya can be my girlfriend. Ya better suited for that. Ya gonna be my steady girlfriend now aren't ya? Cause if'n ya don't, then ya can be the Injuns. I don't think ya much like that. So if'n ya wanna be my steady girlfriend come over here and...and kiss my hand and tell me ya wanna be my steady girlfriend," she said. Bobby didn't know who the Injun was and didn't want to. He also didn't want to be Zelda's steady girlfriend either but had no choice. Reluctantly, he walked over to her and kissed her hand in submission. "Now that wasn't so damn hard now was it?" she said as she walked over to a drawer and pulled something out. Walking back over to him, she said, "A steady wears her man's ring. So here's my class ring. Don't know why I even bought it, never wear the damn thing but ya can have it to make everything just right." She started to put the ring on his left ring finger but realized that it was way too big to stay on. "Just like a damn girl, the ring is too big to fit ya. Let me get a necklace so ya can hang it around ya neck" she said. After she put the necklace on with the ring nestled between his breasts, Zelda kissed him hard on the neck. "A steady should have a nice big hickie to show the world that she's taken," she said stepping back. Bobby stood petrified with fear as he felt a stinging sensation emanating from his neck. He didn't need to look in the mirror to see the darkening stain of the hickie Zelda had given him. "Come on over and let me fix that face of yours then we'll go meet my Mom. After that ya can call yours and tell her ya spending the night," she said. Summoning up all his remaining courage, Bobby stamped his foot and shouted, "Damn it! This has gone far enough! I'm not your girlfriend! I'm a guy! Now give me back my stuff and I'm getting out of here." "Must be ya time of the month bitch. It's either that or you're dumber than I thought ya was," she growled moving over to where he stood trembling in both anger and fear. This time she used a wooden hairbrush on his upturned backside. She pounded his ass until it was a bright red demanding that he tell her he would be her obedient steady girlfriend. The pain was excruciating and he gave in to her demands. "Alright, I want to be your steady girlfriend. Yes, I'll do anything you tell me. Oh, it hurts, it hurts, please I want to be yours. Anything! Just stop hitting me," he cried. She rolled him off her lap onto the floor. Standing, she dropped her pants and dirty looking white nylon panties to her ankles. "Alright buttercup, I accept, now to seal the deal start sucking on my honey pot. I've heard the other girls' talking about how great that feels when their boyfriends did it to them and now I'm going to find out for myself," she said grinning broadly. She reached down, grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face between her hairy legs. Bobby felt his nose press into a thick bush of black curly stiff hairs. "Oh shit! That smells awful. Like she had a fish stuck up in there or something worse. When was the last time she washed this thing? If this is what all the other girls look and smell like down there, then I'm glad I never got this close before. Oh man, I'm going to gag," he thought. "Come on, get going. I want to feel that tongue and those lips of yours working. I want ya to make me squirm in pleasure or I'm going to beat ya ass some more," she demanded. If the smell was bad the taste and texture were even worse. As his tongue plunged hesitantly into her cavity, he tasted a metallic then a bitter sour acidic flavor. The texture was slimy, viscous with small clumps of a more gel like substance. He held his breath as she pressed the back of his head pushing his face deeper into her thatch. There was no way for him to stop as he was forced to lick, suck and swallow whatever was in there. By the time she shuddered in a powerful climax, he was turning green at the gills. "Hot damn girlfriend, that was amazing. We're gonna have to do this a hell of lot more often. I can't believe what I've been missing all these years. Come on, get up and I'll fix ya face," she exclaimed. "Water, I need some water," he gasped. "Yeah sure, ya can get some from the faucet in the bathroom. Might as well wash ya face while ya at it. Ya got me smeared all across it," she replied with a smile. As soon as he got to the bathroom, Bobby dropped to his knees and barfed into the toilet bowel. He knelt there for a few minutes until the nausea went away. He almost got sick again as his eyes took in the filth surrounding him. Jumping up, he quickly went over to the sink and splashed water on his face. He cupped his hand under the faucet and slurped up the pooling water. The cold water soothed his mouth and throat. He scrubbed his face with soap and water almost raw with his effort to rid himself of her juices. Even with his face clean he could still smell her. He blew his nose hard but still, her smell lingered with him. As he left the bathroom, he prayed that he wouldn't have to do that any more. Alas, he wound up doing it half a dozen times that night. Zelda just couldn't get enough of him. He was totally exhausted by the time she let him go to sleep. His face was covered in her excrement's but he was too tired to do anything about it. Ooo He was jarred awake as her flabby arm fell across his chest. He forced his eyes open as his lashes were crusted together. Dim light was filling the room sneaking in from the partially opened drapes. His body ached all over and it took effort just to remove her arm. He sat up slowly, his head spinning as he remembered the events from the previous day. The skin on his face was crusty and as he grimaced, the crust cracked. He carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he saw his reflection, he groaned. The makeup was smeared in multi-colored blotches and dried pussy juices caked on his eyes, nose and around his mouth. The hickie on his neck stood out like a sore thumb and was a purplish-greenish-black color. His stomach heaved but nothing came out. He turned on the faucet and began scrubbing his face. With his face cleaned all he wanted now was a hot shower and then get the hell out. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he pulled the pale yellow nylon and chiffon baby doll over his head. It was a very feminine little bit of nothing with white lace and bright yellow satin ribbons. The bra gave him a bit of trouble but was soon tossed to the floor. He twisted and turned but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't untie the knot that secured the waist cinch. He looked all over the counter trying to find the pair of scissors she had used to cut his bangs to no avail. Finally giving up, he sat on the toilet and did his business. As he sat on the commode bemoaning the fates that had put him in this awful predicament, Zelda walked in. With a big smile she walked directly in front of him, spread her legs and pointed. Groaning, he moved his head forward to satisfy her once again. When he finished, she stepped back and removed the men's dress shirt that she used for pajamas and turned on the shower. As she did that, Bobby pulled several pubic hairs out from between his teeth. He wanted to vomit but there was nothing left to eject. "Come on buttercup get into the shower with me," she said cheerfully. "Can't...I can't get this damn thing off from around my stomach," he said pointing to the waist chinch. "Oh ya poor baby, come over here and I'll untie it for ya," she replied still smiling. As he got up his eyes roamed her naked body. "Shit! She is really one ugly fat pig," he thought. She didn't miss his look, "Yeah buttercup, ya can stare at my luscious body all ya want after what ya been doing fer me. Just think this here body is all yours now and forever. Ya gonna get to worship it from now on. Now get ya scrawny ass over here and get in the shower with me. I'm gonna let ya put your dainty hands all over it as ya wash me from head to toe," she said. After their shower and they dried off, Zelda sat on the commode to do her business. She humiliated and further dominated him by making him sit on her lap while she took a big dump. As he sat facing her, she was pulling on his little wienie getting it hard and sucking on one of his nipples. All he could do was sit there, squirming in pain as she sucked and bit down on his nipples. At one point she let go a big fart and the odor was so bad his stomach did a flip-flop. He just looked up at the ceiling enduring her abuse. His only hope of escape was going to school. Back in her bedroom, his nipples were pulsating in pain and slightly swollen. Seeing them she grabbed a jar off the vanity and began rubbing it on his breasts. "Buttercup I didn't mean to be so rough with ya but I just couldn't help myself. You're so damn cute I could just eat ya all up," she said as she messaged the cream deep into his breasts. When she had finished coating his breasts, she reached down with her greasy hand and began pulling on his tiny penis. "Come on buttercup, make nice squirties for me. I know ya want to and I want to give ya sumptin in return," she purred. "Jus...just let me go, please. Haven't you done enough? You don't need to do this," he replied tentatively. "Oh I do baby, that's what goin' steady means. We take care of each others needs. Now come on make squirts for me," she said giving his penis a hard jerk. By the time he finally released his semen; his dick and scrotum were covered in the white lotion she had used on his breasts. "Damn! Look what ya done. Ya got your sticky stuff all over my stomach. Now get down on ya knees and lick that stuff off me. Ya put it there and ya can just lick it off," she demanded as she shoved on his shoulders. Up close her skin didn't look that healthy. It was all dimpled and splotchy and she had an outie navel. Her navel stuck out at least half an inch and dripped with the remains of his ejaculation. Tentatively he stuck out his tongue dreading what he was about to do. She gave him no choice as she pushed on the back of his head. "Go on bitch ya put it there, now ya can suck it all off," she sneered. The taste of his semen wasn't nearly as bad as her juices but even more nauseating. The very idea of eating his own sperm or any sperm was a taboo implanted deep in his psyche. When he finished, he looked up at her and said, "Okay, are you happy now. I did what you wanted and now I have to get ready for school." "School? I thought we could just skip classes today. They're boring and just don't do anything for me. I thought we'd just hang around the house today," she replied. "Skip school? I can't do that! I want to graduate and go to college. I'm going to get an education so I don't have to live like this. I'm going to get a good job and to do that, I have to go to school," he replied in disbelief. "So ya want to go to school 'stead of being here with me? Well, if ya insist we can do that but what class can be so good ya gotta go? " she said with an evil smile. "My schedule is over there inside my math book. I need to get to school and change my electives. I hate taking PE and shop," he said pointing over to a pile of books he had dumped in the corner. She went over and pulled out his class schedule and looked at it. "Ya takin' all these fancy subjects? If I took 'em my head would hurt just from carrying the books. Yeah, ya gotta change 'em and I'm gonna help. The girl that works in the office owes me a favor or two," she said with a smile. She gave him back his clothing but he wasn't happy. She made him sit at her vanity and braided his long hair into two pig tails and tied them off with baby blue satin ribbons. Not only that but she made him wear a padded pink bullet bra, matching panties, wide garter belt and black nylons. He begged and pleaded with her not to do that to him but had no success. For his efforts, he received several hard slaps to the face. "Ya look here Bobbie Jean. I done promised to help ya with ya schedule and even go to school today when I coulda sat here smoking and drinkin'. So's if I have to go to school then ya'll just have to go dressed like I want ya to. So quit ya gripping and behave or I'll have to bust ya butt again," she said. Dressed, he pulled the zipper up all the way on his leather jacket. Even though it wasn't that cold outside, it covered up his chest. As he went over to pick up his books, she told him to just leave them where they sat. She was going to take care of everything and he wouldn't need them. A totally confused and humiliated boy followed her out the house and to school. As they went up the steps of the school, Zelda stopped him and unzippered his jacket. "It's gonna be hot in there and this jacket's gonna make ya sweat. My steady shouldn't sweat. It aint proper," she stated as she pushed him through the front doors. He staggered through the door and almost fell on his face. Zelda stepped up beside him and put her arm around his waist, "Come on buttercup I'll take ya to the office and get ya class schedule straightened up," she said. Marching side by side with her arm possessively around his thin waist, she directed him to the office. There she made him sit while she went up to talk to the girl standing behind the divider with his schedule in her hand. They talked for awhile but he couldn't hear what was being said. The girl took his schedule from Zelda and sat down at a desk. Bobby couldn't see what she was doing and was very nervous seeing the look of pleasure on Zelda's face. Finally the girl stood up and carrying a small stack of papers motioned for Bobby to come over. When he got there she turned the papers to face him and told him to sign wherever she had put a red check mark. He started to pick up the first paper and read it when Zelda smashed her meaty hand down on it. "Just sign the damn things and don't worry 'bout it. I told ya that I would fix everything up for ya didn't I," she stated. Fearfully, he did as he was told knowing the consequences of what he was signing could be disastrous. When he signed the last paper, the girl took them back to the desk and put them in a file. She picked some more stuff off the desk and coming back handed him his new school identification card and class schedule. "Okay, I did everything you asked. Did you mean it when you said we were all even Stephen now?" the girl asked looking fearfully at Zelda. "Sure did babe. Ya was a big help. We're all good now," Zelda replied with a big smile. Bobby stared in total disbelief at his new student id and schedule. His face paled as what was written on those documents reached his brain. The id identified him as Bobbie Jean Squirt, female, junior class of 1960. His class schedule had him in remedial reading and math. His other core studies were secretarial studies and library science. He also had home economics which counted as two electives. Tears filled his eyes as he realized the impact of what had been done to him. "Hot damn! Cheryl, just look at them tears of joy streamin' down my steady's face. Told ya she'd be thrilled if ya could do sumptin' for her," Zelda said as she put her beefy arm around his shoulders to lead him out of the office. "Zel...." He started to say when he felt a very painful pinch. "What'd I tell ya to call me?" she hissed. "Bo....boss...." he stammered. "Yeah, that's right. Ya call me boss cause I tell ya what to do and ya does it, understand?" she replied with a broad smile. "Bu...but boss, I'm a senior....not a junior and....and I can't get into college with these courses an...and I'm not a girl," he managed to say through his tears. "I thought that part real funny ya know, ya being a girl and all that. Figured it suited ya more better since I'm the one with all the muscle in this relationship. Ya puny and weak have a real purty face and do whatever I tell ya and that's what girls are. So I guess I'm the man here. Getting' into college aint no big deal. I'll take care of ya. I got a great part time job workin' at Joe's garage. I got a few contacts over at the caf? and can get ya a job waitressin' tables. So ya see, we aint got no problems. 'Sides, with that round ass of yours, ya'll make good tips," she said giving him a sharp slap to his bottom. "Boss I can't do this. I don't want to be a waitress and my Mom won't allow it. She's going to hit the roof as it is," he said defiantly. "Look ya my bitch now buttercup! Ya agreed to be my steady and ya old enough to be on ya own. Ya just tell ya Momma that ya going be livin' with me from now on, ya understand? Ya don't have to like it but I decided that's how it's gonna be. If ya have a problem with that, I can pull ya pants down and give ya a good thrashin' right here in the hall. Now what's it gonna be?" she said giving him a hard push up against the lockers. Bobby was desperate and knew that if he didn't get her to back off and let him go now, his life would be over. "No you crazy bitch! You can't do this to me!" he screamed as he lashed out with his leg and caught her smack dab in the middle of her crotch. If she had been a man it would have been all over at that moment. Instead, she grunted and threw him across the hall. His head banged hard against the lockers and slumped down to the floor unconscious. An excruciating pain woke him. As the daze cleared from his eyes, he saw feet and legs on both sides as his body was being dragged down the hall. Zelda had him by his pig tails and was dragging him down the corridor. "Get otta my way! Move it shit hole! Damn bitch thought she could kick me in the groin, Ha! She's gonna find out what happens when I get really pissed!" she was yelling. Bobby tried to get to his feet but she was too strong for him. As she dragged him out the doors, he grabbed at the door jam but the sharp pain from his scalp made him let go. His ass bounced and banged down the steps painfully bringing more tears to his eyes. Zelda dragged him over to a near by park bench, sat and pulled him across her wide lap. Bobby could see a crowd of teenagers surrounding them as she pulled down his trousers exposing his pantied bottom. With his pants down around his ankles, she began pounding his bottom with her hand. He didn't remember how long she spanked him but he would never forget the utter humiliation he suffered across her lap. There he was a bay, almost a man, wearing bright pink nylon panties, being beaten by a girl surrounded by all his fellow classmates. His humiliation was made worse when Principal Lang rushed up, "What's the meaning of this!" he shouted in an authoritative voice. "Bobbie Jean here kicked me in the groin so I'm punishing her. Go ahead and ask anyone here. They'll tell ya I'm tellin' the truth," Zelda replied. Mr. Lane looked around and saw a number of heads nod. "What you are doing is wrong. It's my job to mete out punishment on this campus. Not you young lady. You should have brought her to me. Now, the both of you follow me to my office," he said. "Nawh, don't think so Mr. Lane. We'll just take the three day suspension. That's what ya were ganna do anyway so why waste the time. See ya Monday," she said pushing Bobby off her lap. "Pull ya pants up Bobbie Jean. You're makin' a spectacle of yaself and let's go," she ordered looking down at the sobbing boy. Bobby quickly pulled up his pants but before he could say anything, she grabbed his hand and pulled him after her. Mr. Lane was left sputtering on the lawn amid the laughter of the crowd. As soon as they got back to the house, Zelda turned on him and kicked him in the nuts. Bobby went down like a felled ox. "Damn that hurt when ya did it to me so now it's my turn," she yelled as she went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. She was still pissed. When he was finally able to sit up, both hands clutching at his groin, she told him to get in the bathroom and clean himself up. He was more than happy to get out of her reach and hobbled out of the kitchen. As soon as he got there, he washed his face and blew his nose. Feeling a bit better he dropped his pants and panties to examine his still throbbing groin. As he felt around the sore area, he was shocked that he couldn't feel his balls. As a matter of fact, they weren't even there. He let out a girlish scream and fainted. Coming to, he saw Zelda standing over him. "M...my....my balls. What'd you do to my balls?" he said with tear filled eyes. "Roll over and let me see. Hahaha, looks like I dropped kicked em right back up inside ya buttercup," she replied as he flinched away. She went over to the medicine cabinet and removed a wide roll of adhesive tape. "Here, I'll fix ya right up. Move ya hands outta the way and spread em," she said as she kneeled beside him. Pressing the flesh of his scrotum up into the cavities, she tore off a section of tape and spread it tightly over the area. Pulling his penis down over the tape, she then taped it down against his groin. When the tape covered his penis with the exception of the head, she patted it and said, "There that'll teach ya not to mess with me. We're gonna keep it like that from now on. 'Sides, ya aint ever gonna use that thing on me any how. Come on, I want that tongue licking and sucking right now. I'm so hot I could melt steel right now." After Zelda had several orgasms they got into the shower together. Bobby washed her then she did him. As she scrubbed, she ravished his body. She took great delight in sucking and biting his nipples while she slid a soapy fat index finger up his ass. He squirmed and bucked at the intrusion but she pumped her finger in harder and faster while sucking furiously on his tender nipples. "The Injun told me once that his boyfriend really got off when he shoved sumptin big and hard up his ass. From the way ya squirming and moaning, ya must like it too. Guess I'll have to ask him what else his boyfriend liked doing," she said. Zelda was surprised at just how much she was enjoying what she was doing to Bobby. The feeling was almost as good as getting her pussy licked. It was a very subdued Bobby that followed her back into the bedroom. Once again, she grabbed the jar of breast cream and coated his aching nipples and breast with it. Instead of wiping the excess cream off her fingers, she stuck them into his ass. When he started to complain, she said, "Buttercup, ya said it was burning when we got out of the shower. I'm just doing this to help. Now quit ya bitching." Reaching into his bag from the lingerie store, she handed him a pair of emerald green sheer nylon panties and matching bullet bra. From her box she removed a waist chinch, white hose and matching half-slip. The chinch and slip were trimmed in yellow floral lace. She gave him some wadded up socks to stick into the bra cups. As he put his lingerie on, she dug around in her closet. She came out with a long-sleeved white polyester blouse with small multi-colored flowers embroidered across the bodice and a tight fitting rounded collar frilled with lace telling him to put it on. By the time he had it buttoned, she had his dress ready. "I wore this in junior high but it should fit. The flare skirt was woolen with small green and black squares reaching just below his knees. Next, she gave him the same three net crinolines he had worn under his poodle skirt. The crinolines made the skirt's hem rise up to mid-thigh. She had him step into the same stiletto heels he wore yesterday. Dressed she led him over to the vanity were she quickly applied foundation and powder. She spent more time with the eyebrow pencil, black mascara and blue shadow getting his eyes just right before coating his lips in a deep red lipstick. As a finishing touch, she changed out the ribbons attached to his pigtails with emerald green satin ones and sprayed him with a heady floral perfume. Standing before the bathroom full length mirror Bobby blushed at seeing the young school girl staring back at him. The pointed bra could be seen through the thin material of the blouse and when he looked down couldn't see past his chest. Sitting right in the middle of his chest was Zelda's class ring. "Come on buttercup we got to get going," she said. "Go.....going? Where are we going? Not back to the shopping center, please," he asked. "Oh no, I'm walkin' with ya to ya house. Ya need to tell ya Momma that ya going