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Girly Days Alessandra Durante "I'm going out, Mom," Martin shouted to his mother. "Be safe," she replied as she watched him leave. It was not long after he pulled away from the house before Kay got into her car to drive to the pool hall that Martin was going to meet with some of his friends at. Her planned intervention had to go smoothly, and she knew that paying one of Martin's slacker friends to trick him into going to it was worth it. While Kay drove towards the pool hall, she thought about the past few weeks. She was shocked to see Martin come home from the University early. The surprise was only compounded by his admission that he had been expelled. While his grades were barely good enough to keep him in the University before, his frat boy antics were what ended up getting him expelled. Martin had been caught trying to setup a secret webcam in a sorority house on the campus. While he narrowly avoided prosecution, since the prosecutor's office felt the punishment for his indiscretion was in the proper purview of the University, the University showed Martin no mercy and expelled him. After he moved back home, Martin quickly fell back in with his delinquent friends from high school. None of them had done much since they graduated high school a year and half earlier. A few were going to local colleges, but most were out of work, passing the days dealing marijuana and trying to find odd jobs to make quick cash. It had only been a few weeks, but Kay was already despondent about Martin's behavior. While he had enrolled at the local community college for the start of the upcoming spring semester, Martin showed little initiative and no desire to work hard at his studies. Kay felt that Martin's lackadaisical attitude was being picked up by his younger brother, Jackson. Jackson had once been an overachiever, trying to overshadow his older brother in everything, but Martin's behavior had lowered the bar for him. Kay noticed that Jackson seemed to realize that he only had to the minimum to achieve his goal of surpassing his brother. Martin pulled up in front of the pool hall and began walking towards the door. As he neared the door, he saw a beautiful woman walking towards him. She was a little younger than him and introduced herself as Stella. The crisp winter wind blew through Stella's long strawberry blonde locks as she pulled at her open black wool coat. Kay pulled into the parking lot and stared at her son, who did not seem to notice her car. Martin's attention was squarely on the beautiful girl standing before him with the outline of her ample breasts clearly shown in the tight fitting white top with a plunging neckline. As she giggled while she spoke with him, Martin's eyes wandered down to her slender legs covered only by black leggings. Martin could not believe that such an attractive woman was seemingly pursuing him. He flirted with her, excited about her attention. Kay wanted to interject. She wanted to walk up to him and pull him inside, but she knew that if she gave away that she was behind the plans to get him to that building, Martin would simply get in his car and leave. Stella brushed her hand against Martin's face and asked if he would like to come back to her place. Martin wasted little time in agreeing to it. He looked around for her car, but she informed him that she had walked the mile from her home. Martin did not hesitate before opening the car door for her. Kay cursed her son as he drove off with the strange girl. She thought about following them, but she knew how her son would react to that. Kay resigned herself to having to trick him another time. She got of her car and went inside to tell the other's that Martin had turned away from the building. Martin, meanwhile, followed Stella's directions to her home. He pulled up in front of the apartment building and followed her into her apartment. Martin's heart raced as he thought about the sorts of things the flirty assertive young girl had planned for him. Stella slipped off her coat and spun around to face him as a smile came across her face for a moment. Stella was carefully to wiggle her rear as she turned and walked away from him. She asked him to take a seat at her table while she made them drinks. Stella came back out carrying two Rum and Cokes. "How did you known I like these?" Martin asked. "I had an inkling." "How?" Martin asked with a smile as he took a sip. "You just look like the type of guy who likes it." "Really? And what if you read me wrong?" Martin asked. "I wasn't worried about that. I know boys like you. I could have put any drink down in front of you and you would say that it was something you loved." "And why would I do that?" "Because you want to fuck me and don't want to blow it," Stella replied as she took a sip of her drink and smiled. Martin smiled back at her as he began to feel light headed. "This is some drink," Martin then said. "I made it especially for you." Martin shook his head as his vision started to become a little blurry. "Did you...," Martin struggled to say. "Drug you? Why yes I did," Stella responded as she stood up. "Why?" Martin managed to reply. "My last name is Mitchell. Does that ring a bell to you?" Martin struggled to reply, but he could not. "It should. You went to high school and college with my sister Taylor. My darling older sister, my best friend, the one you drugged, remember? My sister might have let you get away with it, but I believe in revenge" Stella added as she stared down into his eyes before she walked away from him. Martin thought back to the night Stella was referencing. Taylor had been very drunk and flirting with him all night, but as the party came to an end she was decided to go home leaving him nothing but frustrated. Martin gave her one last drink that he snuck a ruffie into and watched as she blacked out. Martin remembered thinking that there was no harm in what he was doing to her since she would not remember it. Anyway, he was sure she deserved it given the way she had led him on the entire night. The memories of that night flooded back into his mind as he tried to fight the effects of the drugs Stella had slipped him. Martin tried to keep himself upright, but his muscles weakened to the point that he could not do so. Martin fell to his right and found himself on Stella's floor. Stella smiled down at him and called out to another person, "Come on out. He's ready to go." "To go where?" Martin muttered with the last bit of strength he could muster. "You'll see," Stella said, grinning. Stella clasped his right arm while another hand clasped his left arm. Martin could not see the other person holding him, but he was sure that it was a woman given the smoothness of her hand and the style of her jeans. He tried to turn his head to get a good look at her, but he was unable to move his head more than a few inches. He tried to struggle against them but his body was too weakened by the drugs to offer any resistance, much like Taylor's had been when he had forced himself on her. The two women placed him in the bathtub and began to remove his clothing. Martin watched as they stripped off his t-shirt, jeans and socks before Stella pulled off his boxers. The girls giggled at his exposed manhood. The other girl looked down at him and said, "I can't believe that little thing is capable of raping anyone." Martin peered up at the girl as she bent down to look at him. Martin was finally able to see her face. The young blonde haired girl was instantly recognizable to him. She was Parker Gretsch, a friend of Taylor's who also graduated with him. She had been a star soccer player in high school and was known as one of the tougher girls in school, but she was also feminine enough to have a number of boyfriends over the years. Taylor and Parker had decided to play together in college. While Taylor had dropped out after several anxiety attacks that she suffered in the aftermath of her rape, Parker had remained at the school. Martin knew that she must have tipped off Stella that he was back in Town. 'It gets bigger', Martin tried to say as he blushed as their laughter surrounded him before he peered down at his flaccid manhood. "That's why you did it, isn't you little scum bag? You couldn't get a girl to do it willingly could you?" Stella said as she bent down to mock him. Martin wanted to retort that he had gotten a couple of girls to sleep with him willingly, but, again, he was unable to muster the muscle control to express any words. The girls then began rubbing his skin with a flowerily smelling lotion. Martin felt nothing but their hands on his skin as he desperately tried to find the strength to put up any resistance. Martin knew it was pointless to try to struggle and wondered what else they were planning to do to him as they stepped out of the room. Martin was left alone as he felt the tingling sensation enveloping his body. Memories of the night he had raped Taylor came back into his mind as he stared helplessly at his lotion covered body. He wondered how she felt afterward. She never confronted him. She seemed to avoid him as best she could after that night. Martin heard nothing about her until he found out that she had dropped out. A part of Martin felt badly about what he had done, but he tried to mitigate that by self-justifying what he had done to her. He consoled himself with the thought that she must have wanted it at the time given how she acted towards him that night prior to the drugging. Martin remembered how she looked that night dressed in a white t-shirt and black hooded sweatshirt that she wore half off her shoulder and a pair of black leggings. She kept talking to him all night as she routinely pulled and rubbed her leggings, drawing his consistent attention to her slender legs. Martin's attention was soon drawn away from his memories as a burning feeling began to overcome his body. He felt like screaming in pain, but he could not muster the strength. He suffered in silence before the girls walked in and bent down over him. They saw the pained looked in his eyes and stared down at him for a few more minutes in silence with grins on their faces. The few minutes that they let him sit there in silent agony felt like days to him before they finally turned on the shower. Martin felt a sense of relief as the cold water flowed down his skin and washed away the lather that covered his body. Martin's alarm grew as he saw the strands of his body hair being carried off his body in the water that ran off of him. He saw the blonde strands circling the drain before he stared down at his hairless chest and arms. 'What the fuck are they doing to me?' Martin wondered before the girls shut off the water and pulled him out of the tub. They patted dry his skin and dragged him into the living room. After they placed him down on the couch, the two girls scurried off down the hallway. Martin wondered what other indignities they were planning to make him suffer. Parker and Stella came back into the room carrying two flesh colored mounds. He instantly recognized the shape of them even as he wondered what they were planning to do with them. The girls applied adhesive to the glue and pressed the forms against his smooth chest. Martin felt alarmed as he finally realized that they were feminizing him. He began to wonder how far they would take it as they walked away and returned with an artificial vagina. Martin went to scream and shake his head, but he found he could still do neither. All he could do was peer his eyes down as the girls forced his testicles up into his body and manipulated his manhood so that he could urinate out of the vagina they were gluing to his groin. Stella saw the fear in his eyes as she pressed the fake vagina against his skin. She whispered in his ears, "Don't worry. I'm not going to rape you. I may be vindictive, but I'm not that much of a bitch." Martin felt a little relieved, but Stella then added, "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to fuck you in another way. I'm going to use, humiliate and violate you just like you did to my sister." Martin's eyes grew wide as he wondered what she meant before her hand pulled away from his groin. As the girls finished affixing the artificial vagina, the two girls hurried back down the hallways and returned carrying a black garment that seemed strange to Martin. He had never seen anything like it. The girls applied a generous amount of the same adhesive that was holding on his fake breasts and vaginas to the garments inside before they wrapped it around his body and started to the tie the strings to it behind his back. Stella giggled as she pulled the strings of the corset. Martin felt a tugging at his sides that grew more intense the more she pulled at the strings as she laced the corset. He felt like screaming as he heard popping and cracking sounds as she finished lacing the corset. When she finished, Stella nodded to Parker who scurried down the hallway and returned with an outfit. Martin could not see what Parker was carrying towards him before they placed the outfit down on an end table, just outside of his view, and carried every item towards him, one by one. They first dressed him in a spaghetti stringed, pink, cheetah patterned halter top with a rounded neckline. Martin thought the top looked ridiculous as they put it on him. He had seen girls wearing animal print patterned clothing, but he felt that the top was something that only a white trash girl would dare to wear. Then they carried over a pair black stockings and garters. They attached the garters to the corset before they worked the stockings up his legs. Martin felt the silky feeling climbing his legs. It felt pleasurable to him, and he felt fortunate that his body was unable to react to them in a way that would have shamed him. Parker then handed Stella a skirt. Martin stared at the pink tiered miniskirt with wide eyes. It was very short with a mid-rise waist, scalloped hem and was embellished with sequins. Martin was sure that if he sat in the skirt, it would expose his garters. Regardless, he knew that the skirt would attract the kind of attention he desperately wanted to avoid. With the skirt secured around his waist, Stella stood up and took hold of a pair of pink glitter wedges with a 5 inch heel and another inch and a half platform. She slipped Martin's feet into the wedges as Parker walked back down the hallway. She strolled back into the room carrying a bleach blonde wig with a daisy hair clip on it. Martin felt sickened as they placed it on his head and secured it to his hair with pins before they secured it further with a silver headband with two large pink rhinestone hearts to the right side of it. Martin thought about how ridiculous he had to look with his male face framed by long bleach blonde hair and the feminine appearance of his body beneath his neck. The girls then sat him up right and began applying makeup to his face. Martin listened as they giggled and chatted about him as if he was not there. They placed lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and blush onto him before they applied touches of glitter makeup across his face. With his makeup done, the girls then began to work on his fingernails. They painted them bright pink. Martin felt sickened as he smelt the stench of the paint drying on his fingernails. His hands were small for a guy and he felt that the painted fingernails made his hairless hands look unambiguously feminine. After his fingernails finished drying, the girls carried a free standing full length mirror into the room. Martin stared into the mirror with a sense of dread. He looked at himself and did not see a 19 year old boy. He saw a girlish looking figure looking back. He was neither unambiguously masculine nor feminine. 'Dear God, I look like one those queers from the college drag show', he thought to himself as he remembered a gay pride event he mocked while at the university. The girls then clasped his face and forced open his mouth and poured in a glass of a foul tasting liquid. Martin felt himself gagging briefly before he was able to breathe as his body swallowed the drink. The girls walked away from him laughing as he wondered what they had done to him before he passed out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Martin opened his eyes as he felt the cool wind blowing against his face. He was able to turn his head, which made him feel a little better as he knew that he had some control over his body. He rubbed his eyes with some effort as his arms felt unusually heavy as the effects of the powerful muscle-relaxers were still with him. Martin looked around the dark, dank alley and saw a familiar sight. He stared vacantly at the graffiti tag he had placed on the brick wall a few years earlier. Martin knew where he was. He was almost ten miles from home and still dressed in the humiliating outfit the girls had put on his body. He felt something sliding behind him as he tried to push himself away from the wall. Martin reached behind him and took hold of the purse that his head had been propped up against. Martin groaned as he leaned forward and opened the purse. Martin's heart sank as he saw that the only items in the purse where makeup, a hair brush, a single folded sheet of paper, his keys and his wallet, which was emptied of his cash. Martin saw that his credit card was in pieces at the bottom of the purse and knew it was of no use to him. Martin reached his hand into the purse and took hold of the letter. He unfolded it and read it aloud to himself, "Things aren't that fun when they're done to you without consent, are they, sissy boy? I hope you enjoy your new life as a faggot." After groaning and shaking his head, Martin clasped the dumpster next to him as he struggled to his feet. He felt uneasy as he steadied himself in his high platform wedges. Having no place else to carry his wallet, Martin resigned himself to carrying the purse. He pulled the strap around his shoulder and began to make the long walk home on his weary legs. Martin felt uncomfortable as he felt the stockings pulling with every step he took as the garters constantly readjusted themselves. Martin walked out of the alley and felt the cool winter wind blowing down the street, causing him to shiver for a moment. He felt awkward as he walked down the sidewalk. He stumbled occasionally as he was unused to walking in wedges. While it was not uncomfortable, it all felt awkward to him. He felt tall in them and had never towered over so many people as he did walking in his platform wedges. Martin blushed and put his head down as he saw a group of men walking towards him. He hoped that they would leave him alone or just ignore him all together, although he was well aware that each article of clothing he was wearing was designed to draw the attention of men. Martin caught two of the guys motioning to each other about him. He feared the worst, but they did nothing more than leer at his legs and fake breasts before they walked on. Martin breathed a sigh of relief as he continued walking on the sidewalk. Martin felt ashamed at what had happened to him. He felt worse about it than he had ever felt about what he had done to Taylor. His mind drifted to the sorority girls that frequently made the walk of shame from his frat house. He wondered if they felt as exposed and humiliated as he did. He felt as if everyone was watching him even when they did not bother to look at him. The feeling of humiliation only grew as he kept walking. While the muscle relaxers were wearing off and he was feeling physically stronger, he could never remember feeling as weak as he did at that moment. He wished that he could vanish and never be seen again. He knew that his hairless body would provide a long lasting reminder of the events of that night, which were already haunting him. Martin figured it could not get any worse when he heard a man say hello to him. Martin smiled briefly at the man and put his head down, trying to get away from him without saying a word. "Can we talk for just a second," the man asked. "I'm not interested," Martin said in the breathiest, highest voice he could manage. While he did not want to be thought of as a woman, Martin was more frightened about the prospect of revealing his true gender. He was sure the man would pummel him if he realized the truth. As Martin continued to walk by, the man said, "Woo, hold on, baby. I've got cash." Martin stared at the man with an open mouth. He felt sickened as he realized the man thought that he was a prostitute. The man examined Martin's startled expression and realized his mistake. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I just thought based on the...Never mind, have a good night, Miss." As Martin walked away shaking his head, he heard the man mutter, "Fucking teasing tramp." Martin shuddered as he thought of what he had called Taylor shortly before he raped her. The same words had come from his mouth. Martin began to walk faster, but the skirt and wedges restricted the speed he could move at. As he peered back and saw the man was not following him, Martin felt a sense of relief come over him. After another mile, Martin saw lights flashing as he walked down the street. A police officer emerged from the squad car and asked, "Miss, what are you doing out this time of night?" Martin struggled to sound girly as he replied, "I'm just walking home." "Right," the officer replied as he peered down at Martin's clothes. Martin knew that like the man he had encountered before, the cop was assuming that he was a hooker. "And where do you live, daisy girl," the officer asked as he looked at the white daisy in Martin's hair. Not wanting to reveal that information, Martin replied, "Not far." "Where?" The officer asked. Martin stared at the officer in silence before the officer asked, "Can I see some identification, Miss?" Martin shook his head not wanting to provide his license, which would inform the officer of who really was. "Miss, you're being uncooperative. Please show me some identification." Martin shuddered as he replied, "I live in Madison, Sir." "Madison, that's a couple of miles from here? You're walking home at this time of night, dressed like that." "Well, I got separated from my ride..." "Why?" The officer inquired as he looked Martin over for signs of trauma and thought to himself, 'This little slut got abused.' "There was a fight." "Why didn't you call a cab?" "I don't have any money on me." "Why didn't you call your parents?" "My mom doesn't know I'm out right now," Martin lied. "What type of fight were you in?" Martin shook his head and replied, "It was nothing physical. It was just a little verbal fight and I was left behind." "Is there anything you're not telling me?" The officer asked as he looked Martin over for any signs of a physical altercation. "No," Martin lied as his eyes darted to the ground as a cold breeze made him shiver. He thought about telling the truth for a moment as he thought about what the two girls had done to him, but he knew that telling the truth would probably result in rape charges for him as well so he kept his mouth shut. While he knew that Taylor was too embarrassed about the incident to report it, he figured that she would come forward if he tried to have her sister prosecuted. The officer shook his head and said, "I'm taking you home. Where do you live?" "There's no need." "Why is there no need?" The officer inquired. Martin shook his head and replied, "Okay. I'll go." "Good, what's you're name?" Martin went to respond before he realized he could not use his real first name, but he figured the officer might figure out his last by his address based on the police database. Martin paused before he replied, "It's Daisy Gibson." "Well, Daisy. Let's get you home." Martin nodded as he got into the backseat of the police car. After giving the cop his address, Martin sat in silence while he wondered what his mother would say when she saw him. He hoped that she neither she nor his brother was home, but he knew that his mother was likely there and waiting for him. Martin realized that he would have to tell her the truth about his appearance as the car made its way down the road. The car came to a stop in front of Martin's home as Martin began to tremble. He noticed that Kay's car was in the driveway, so Martin knew that she was there. He sighed as he got of the car with the officer following right behind him. As they ascended the steps, Martin caught the officer leering at his rear. Martin felt disgusted, but he was in no position to complain about it. Martin fumbled around in his purse for his keys before he opened the door to his home. He heard his mother stirring as the door opened. She went to yell at Martin, but froze as she stared at him in disbelief. The officer broke her stupor that he was sure was caused by his appearance in her home. "Good evening, Ma'am. Your daughter was wandering around the streets of Springfield this evening. I have reason to believe that she's withholding some information from me regarding what happened to her." Kay struggled to speak before she was able to formulate a reply, "What did she tell you?" "She said that she got into a verbal disagreement, I'm assuming with her boyfriend..." "Boyfriend?" Kay shrieked as Martin blushed and shook his head. "Well, I'm just assuming, Ma'am, but there's clearly more to the story that she's not telling me." Kay nodded her head as she looked over her feminized son and said, "Clearly, officer. Well, if anything happened, I'll get it from her and I'll bring her down to the station to make a statement." The officer nodded and said, "Have a good night, ladies." Kay closed the door behind him as she looked her son over as Martin squirmed in front of her. Martin went to speak, but he could not figure out what to say to his mother at that moment. Kay broke the silence as she shouted, "What the hell happened?" "It's a long story." "Are you a cross-dresser?" "No." "Really?" "No, Mom, I swear. I didn't do this." "You didn't." "No." "Then who did?" "I can't tell you," Martin replied as he knew that he had as much to lose as Parker and Stella if he revealed that they had done this to him. He knew that he would likely end up on trial and receive a longer jail sentence than either one of them would get. He also figured that his jail experience would probably be worse than theirs, especially if pictures of his feminized appearance got out. "Why not?" "It doesn't matter. It's over," Martin said in a shaking voice. "I'm calling the cops." "No. Mom, please don't." Kay looked over the desperation in her son's eyes and knew that there was more to the story than he was letting on. She shook her head and asked, "You like it, don't you? This wasn't all done by someone else." "No. I swear. I hate this," Martin said as he pulled at his skirt. "Well, if you don't like it, how did you end up getting all dolled up like that?" Jim hemmed and hawed while his mother glared at him tapping her right hand fingers against her left bicep. Growing tired of her son's stalling, Kay said with a smile, "Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do." Kay's off-key singsong tone made Jim cringe before he replied, "I was drugged." "Drugged? I'm calling the cops." "No, please...," Martin pleaded. Kay shook her head as she knew that there was something he was not telling her. She went to inquire, but Jackson entered the home. The sound of the door opening made Martin jump. He went to flee, but Kay clutched his arm as his brother walked in. Jackson froze as he stared at his feminized brother before he burst out laughing. "It's not funny," Martin shouted as he blushed. Martin grimaced and shook his head as his 16 year old brother laughed at him, barely able to keep himself on his feet. Kay smiled as she saw Jackson's responses to Martin's appearance. She wondered how Martin's hoodlum friends would feel if they found out about his feminized appearance too. She stepped away from them and came back with her phone. Martin heard the first click of the camera phone and shouted at his mother as she took more pictures. Martin tried to pull the phone out of her hand, but he fell to the ground as he lost his balance in his wedges while they tussled. Martin stared at his mother in shock as she took more pictures of him as he tried to get off the floor. Martin leapt towards her to grab the phone, but Jackson tackled him. Kay smiled as she emailed the pictures she had taken to her work email address. She smiled down at Martin as he shook his head in disbelief. 'What the hell happened?' Martin thought as he realized how far he had fallen in one day. Martin then shouted, "Mom, you have to delete those pictures, now." "I have to do no such thing, dear." "Mom, I'm not kidding!" "Neither am I, dear," Kay responded with a smile. "Mom!" Martin shouted. "Look, Daisy," Kay responded, careful to emphasize the feminine name the cop had used for him before she continued, "You're in no position to tell me what to do. I'm your mother." "Mom, this isn't fair. I've been through enough." "Oh, you have? Why don't you tell us about it then?" Martin bit his lip as he kept his mouth shut. "That's what I thought," Kay replied as she prepared to read her son the riot act. Martin hung his head as his mother shouted, "You want to keep your secrets that's fine. I'll keep this for you. No one will ever see those pictures beside me, unless you let me down." "What do you mean, Mom?" "I mean, I want to see you work hard. You coasted through high school. I sent you to an expensive university and you just loafed off like a bum. I don't raise bums. You want me to keep your secret? Well, I want you to make me proud of you. You're signed up for the next semester at the community college. I want you to have the best semester you've ever had. If you don't do well, those pictures are going everywhere. I'll post them all over the internet." "You wouldn't dare!" "Given that tone, dear, I might do it right now." Martin sneered at her, but he kept his mouth shut, afraid that she would carry through on her threat. Jackson laughed at his brother and said, "I want to get some pictures too." "No!" Kay shouted before Martin could respond. "What?" Jackson shouted. "You will not speak a word of this to anyone outside of this family." "Come on, Mom...." "No. If you say anything, I won't take you to get a license and I sure as hell won't buy you a car."' "Come on, Mom. He's bullied me my whole life. You got to give me this one." "This isn't about settling scores; this is about fixing your idiot brother's life." Jackson smiled at his brother as he heard his mother's description of Martin. Martin blushed and shook his head trying to hide his anger. "Both of you on the couch now," Kay ordered her sons. Martin sat beside his brother and listened to his mother talk as he slid his feet out of his wedges and pulled off his wig. "I'm not done with your punishment, Martin. Jackson, listen up. You don't want to end up like him." Jackson laughed as he looked over his skirted brother sitting next to him in stockings and said, "Honestly, no." "That's right. Now, Martin, look at me." Martin picked his eyes off the floor and peered up at his mother before she continued, "Every week from now on, you're going to have girly days around here where Daisy can come out." Martin glared at his mother before he asked, "What?" "You're going to be spending your Saturdays and Sundays each week doing my housework to help payback all that money I wasted on tuition for you at the university." Martin shook his head and went to shout, but Kay continued, "You may as well do it as Daisy, since you always called it women's work anyway whenever I asked you to help out around here. Seeing as you decided to wear women's clothing, you may as well do women's work." "I didn't do this by choice!" "Don't use that tone with me, little girl." "Screw off." "Tsk, tsk, little girl. If you keep talking to me like that, I can assure you that those pictures will be sent to all of your friends I can find on the internet the minute I get to the office. I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Martin sulked in silence. Kay asked her son again, "Wouldn't you?" "No," Martin replied as he clutched his head, knowing that his mother could destroy his reputation with just a few clicks of a computer mouse at work. "Good. So you agree to do it?" "Yes," Martin replied as he gritted his teeth. "The best part about this, Martin, is you'll also be able to spend a lot more time on your coursework on the weekends since cleaning up around here doesn't take all day. I'm sure you'd rather spend your time in a dress doing school work than hanging around with your friends, right?" "Yes," Martin replied, unable to meet his mother's gaze or conceal the anger in his tone. "Now, that's a good girl. Now, go get ready for bed. Shower up and be sure to use my makeup remover. It's not good to sleep with cosmetics on your face." Martin glared at his mother, who smiled as she continued, "Be prepared for more helpful hints I didn't give you growing up, Daisy." Jackson smiled at his brother and said, "I'm sure Daisy's looking forward it to, mom. She'll be a little mommy's little girl." 'Fucking momma's boy', Martin thought as she shook his head at his brother. He always felt his mother favored his brother. Martin also hated how his brother tried to curry favor with her too. Martin sighed and hung his head as he stood up and walked up the stairs a defeated man. He thought back to the man he had been a month before. He was away from his mother at college, living the life of a frat boy. Now, he was back at home walking up the stairs in stockings with fake breasts and vagina glue to his and very little control over his own life. His mother had complete control over him and she had decided to wield it to correct his course in life. Martin walked into the upstairs bathroom and closed the door behind him. He turned on the shower and took of his top before he pulled off his skirt. Martin then struggled to release the garters and pulled off his stockings before he reached behind his back and tried to untie his corset. Finding himself unable to do so, he turned towards the mirror to look at his back. Martin's jaw dropped as he saw the butterfly tattoo on his left shoulder blade. "That bitch," he screamed. "What was that?" Martin heard his mother yell. "Nothing," he shouted before he rubbed his hand over the fresh tattoo. "How the hell am I ever going to explain that? Oh, god, I hope they can remove it," he said to himself. Martin shook his head as he returned to his task of trying to remove the corset. He was able to begin to untie the laces. He struggled with them behind his back and felt a sense of relief as it felt easier to breathe. As he pulled the lace out of the last hole, Martin felt relieved. He tried to pull the corset off his body, but he found that he could not. He yelped as he pulled it away from his body, but he was unable to separate it from his skin. Martin stared into the mirror and saw that the corset had released almost entirely from him, but the glued on corset seemed to be holding a small percentage of the feminine shape it had created for his body. "This can't be happening," Martin muttered to himself before he pulled at his artificial vagina. It too would not budge. "Oh, hell no!" Martin shouted before he pulled at it again and felt a sharp piercing pain. Martin sighed as he hoped that water might break down the glue. He stepped into the shower and pulled at the corset and vagina trying to get water underneath it. He struggled with it for an hour before he resigned himself to seeing a doctor about getting them removed. As he dried himself off, he felt that his towel was rougher than it had seemed before. He remembered how the girls patted him dry and decided to do the same. Martin finished drying himself off before he wrapped a towel around his waist and sat down on the toilet. He applied his mother's nail polish remover and waited for the nail polish to come off his nails before he took off his makeup with his mother's makeup remover. He then walked towards his bedroom. Martin froze as he saw his mother waiting in there for him. She stared at his body and shook her head before she asked, "Why didn't you your breasts off?" "I can't. They're glued on," Martin replied as he rubbed his shoulder hoping that she would not see the tattoo. Kay got up and examined him closely. She noticed that there was nothing besides his fake breasts pushing his towel away from his body. She shook her head as she looked over his fake breasts and said, "Are these the only falsies on you?" Martin blushed and shook his head. Kay smirked at her son as she asked, "And you can't get it off either?" Martin shook his head again as tears formed in his eyes. "Well, at least I only have to worry about one of you leaving the toilet seat up now," she replied before she walked around him. Her eyes were immediately caught by the tattoo. "Is that real?" Martin nodded. Kay smirk turned into a look of concern. She knew that removing the tattoo was costly and time consuming. She looked at him and said, "If you want that removed, you either tell me what really happened, and I mean the whole story, or you're paying for it yourself." Martin nodded, but he remained silent. Kay shook her head as she got up and walked out of the room. Martin closed the door and put on one of his t-shirts that the fake breasts pushed away from his body. Jim sighed as he looked down at his chest and noticed that his fake breasts made the shirt seem as if it was too small for him before he put on a pair of boxers and climbed into bed. He figured that he would not be able to rest that night despite his tired body, but he soon found himself drifting to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Martin went with his mother to the doctor to see if the corset and breast and vagina forms could be removed from his body. The doctor examined Martin and explained that they could not be removed without surgery that would leave significant scarring. Martin said that he wanted it, and Kay asked how much it would cost. Kay shook her head as she heard the price and asked how long it would take for the glue to break down. The doctor replied that it would take a few months. Kay nodded before she told her son that she would not pay to have them removed. Martin protested, but Kay noted that the price was simply too costly for something that would fall him off anyway if given enough time. Martin felt bitter as he got back into the car with her to go home. He knew he still had to start school the next day, which was the start of the spring semester at the local community college his mother had enrolled him in when it became clear that he might be kicked out of school for academic reasons. Martin prepared for his first day at the community college before he headed to bed. The next morning, he wrapped his breasts forms with the ace bandages his mother had gotten for him the day before. He wrapped the ace bandages around his chest as tight as he could around, hoping to minimize the breast forms visibility as much as possible. He then placed on a baggy shirt to hide them further. Martin sighed as he looked in the mirror. He knew the breast forms were still visible, but he was sure he could play it off as mere gynecomastia. Martin entered the community college building and walked to his classroom. He paid close attention to the professor's words. He knew that he would have to do well at school before his mother would destroy the damning pictures she had of him. He was afraid of what she would do with them if he did not succeed given what she had already shown she was willing to do to him. As Martin walked out of his first class, he strolled down the hallway trying to avoid eye contact with others. One guy saw him walking down the hallway and noticed that his chest was unusually large. The poorly spoken boy shouted, "Nice ta-ta's, bitch boy" before laughing with his friend. A girl overheard him and shook her head before she yelled, "Don't make fun of him, he's probably got gynecomastia." "That's right," Martin replied as he blushed. "Whatever," the guy said as he walked away. "Don't worry about him. He's probably gay and just wants to motorboat them. Ha. I'm just kidding." "Thanks again," Martin said as he blushed once more and walked away from the girl. Martin turned and went down the hallway to a bathroom. He felt the intense urge to urinate and knew what that entailed for the time being. He went into a stall and pushed down the seat. Martin shook his head as his looked at the seat that seemed disgusting to him. He placed a sanitary seat cover down and sat on the toilet, bemoaning the position he found himself in before he wiped himself, pulled his pants back up and went to his next class. Martin took careful notes in the class just as he had with the class before. Martin worked harder than he ever had at his school work all week. He hoped that his mother would see his industriousness and not force him to spend his weekend around the home en femme. The hopes were dashed on Friday night as his mother reminded Martin that he had to wake up early the next morning and get changed into one of the skirts or dresses she had bought for him at a second hand store. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Martin awoke on Saturday morning and forced himself out of bed as the sound of his alarm clock going off made him cringe. He went to the bathroom and showered before he returned to his bedroom and got dressed. After he put on a matching black bra and panty set, Martin put on the grey tights and green floral print housedress his mother had laid out for him for the day. He then walked into the bathroom and began to put on his makeup. Martin struggled with the makeup, as he had no real experience other than the practice sessions he had with his mother before bed each night. Martin felt that his makeup was not too garish as he walked out of the bathroom and returned to his bedroom. He took hold of the wig that Stella had first placed on his head. He clenched his eyes and fantasized about not having to do what he was about to do. However, as he opened his eyes, Martin caught his reflection in the full length mirror nailed to the back of his door. He shuddered at the feminine looking figure in the mirror. He thought about what his brother would say when he woke up. He knew he was going to receive a significant amount of abuse and wondered what his mother would do to limit Jackson's teasing, if anything. Martin sighed as he walked towards his dresser and took hold of the pair of heels his mother had left for him to put on. The black patent leather shoes had a two-inch block heel. Martin slipped his feet into the shoes and walked into the hallway. After carefully descending the steps, Martin walked into the kitchen to review his list of chores for the day. Martin looked over the list and started to clean the kitchen pursuant to his mother's instructions. Martin scrubbed the countertops before he removed the wood cleaner and began to clean the cabinets. Once he finished, he began to clean the wood floor. As he cleaned it, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. Martin turned slowly towards the approaching steps. He assumed it was his brother and braced for the worse. Kay smiled at her son as she walked passed him and told him what she wanted for breakfast. Martin nodded and put down his cleaning supplies. He washed his hands and began making her eggs as Kay instructed him step by step while she sat at the kitchen table observing him. When he finished, Martin placed the plate down in front of her and poured a glass of V8 as she requested. Martin then went back to cleaning the kitchen floor. Shortly after he finished, his mother asked him to clean her plate. Martin nodded and washed and dried the plate before he made himself a quick breakfast with Kay's permission. As he ate, Martin's brother walked into the kitchen. Martin's heart sank as he saw the sneering boy walk into the room. He looked Martin over and said, "Hey, sis, can I get some breakfast?" "I'll get it for you when I finish...," Martin began to reply as he put his head down. "I want it now," Jackson ordered. Martin went to yell at him, but his mother's expression told him to comply with Jackson's orders. Martin sighed as he stood up and made the pancakes and bacon that Jackson requested. Again he followed his mother's instructions as he made the meal. While Jackson began to eat the pancakes Martin served him, Martin sat down to finish his eggs. With every bite Martin took, Jackson made another request, forcing Martin to get up and get Jackson a cup of coffee, and then a cup of orange juice. That request was followed by another for a side of strawberries. When Jackson requested a slice of orange, Martin pounded his fist against the table. "Daisy," Kay shouted at him forcing Martin to blush. "Mom, this has to stop." "My, my, you have only yourself to blame for this, Daisy. Now, go get your brother a slice." "Fine," Martin replied as he carefully got to his heeled feet once more. He cut up an orange and brought a slice of it over to Jackson. As he placed it down, Jackson asked with a smirk, "Could you sprinkle a little sugar on it?" Martin glared at his brother, but he felt compelled to reply, "Of course." Martin took hold of the sugar and poured some on his brother's orange slice before he cleaned his own plate and then his brother's. With breakfast finished, Martin began to clean the rest of the home. Martin started by dusting the dinning room and living room before he took out the vacuum cleaner. Kay enjoyed her leisurely morning watching Martin do her housework, while Jackson was upstairs playing video games in his room. Around lunch time, Jackson came back down the stairs and found Martin cleaning the hallway floor. Jackson smiled at Martin as he said, "Wow, Daisy, you're really good around the house. Some people must really be born to do women's work. You clean better than mom, you're going to make some guy really lucky." Martin bit his tongue for a moment before he shouted, "Shove it, dweeb." "Now, now, I didn't mean to offend you, princess." Martin knew that his brother was trying to bait him in effort to get their mother to punish him further. Martin shook his head and tried to ignore him. Jackson sneered as he walked past Martin and poured the remainder of his cup of coffee on the wood floor Martin had just cleaned. "Oh, clumsy me," Jackson replied with a smile before he walked away. Martin fought the urge to tackle his younger brother. 'I'll get him back', Martin thought to himself as he planned to get his revenge on him when their mother was away or after she finished with her punishment for him. Martin turned his attention to cleaning the mess his brother had made before he finished cleaning the rest of the hallway. Martin then walked into the bathroom and began scrubbing the toilet and floor before he went upstairs to clean. Martin vacuumed his bedroom and his mother's before he cleaned the upstairs bathroom and hallway. The last room left to clean was his brother's. Martin dreaded the task. His brother was a slob, and he knew that Jackson would show him no mercy as he moved around his room in heels and a dress. After a brief hesitation, Martin knocked on the door. Jackson said, "Come in." Martin walked slowly through the door with the vacuum in his hand. Jackson smiled as he watched Martin walk around his room in silence, picking up his laundry and putting it in a basket in the hall. As Martin walked back in, Jackson got to his feet and said, "You look like you really enjoy cleaning up after the man of the house." Figuring he was out of earshot of his mother, Martin replied, "Shut the fuck up. Just let me do this." "Oh, no, I can't do that. Not when my sister is speaking like a truck driver." "I'm not your sister!" "Oh, fine then, big sister, big sissy, whatever you want to call yourself." "You know when this is all over I'm going to kick your ass," Martin shouted. "Bring it, bitch," Jackson replied with a smirk. Martin shook his head and went to vacuum when Jackson pushed him. Given his unfamiliarity with standing in heels, Martin quickly lost his balance and fell to the floor. Jackson jumped on top of him and said, "I'm not afraid of you anymore. I know what you are. Do you think I would ever let somebody dress me up like this? You can't even stand up to mom, you..." "Jackson!" Jackson peered up at his mother and said, "Oh, hi, mom." "What the hell are you doing to, Daisy?" "I was just..." "Be nice to her." "She talked back to me," Jackson responded as he got to his feet. "That's no excuse for beating up your big sister." Martin blushed at his mother's admonishment of his brother. He never felt weaker than he did at that moment, having his mother come to his defense just like she had done for Jackson when Martin picked on him. "Oh, come on, Mom. He has it coming." "I don't care what ax you have to grind against your brother, you will not take it out on, Daisy." "Seriously? Are you really trying to separate the two..." "Don't back talk me." "What? I'm not. Mom, come on, they're the same person." "Not in my book they're not. Daisy's here to make Martin a better person and I expect you to recognize that." Jackson threw up his hands and said, "Fine, if they're not the same person, then I'll just show pictures of Daisy to all Martin's friends. I'm sure they'd like to meet his sister." Kay sneered at her son as he shouted, "You can do that, but I can assure you Daisy won't be my only daughter." Jackson froze as he stared at her. He felt sick to his stomach about the prospect of suffering the same fate as his brother. Jackson looked down at Martin and knew that his mother had it in her to thoroughly humiliate him to prove a point. Kay smiled at Jackson's silence and said, "Am I understood?" Jackson nodded before Kay turned and walked out of the room. Martin then got to his feet and started to vacuum Jackson's room as Jackson followed their mother down the stairs to try to figure out if she was bluffing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- After his first weekend en femme, Martin's life fell into a routine. He would wakeup and get ready for school. He would do his best each morning to conceal his fake breasts and his hairless body before he would walk out the door. Once Martin reached the community college, he would pay close attention and very rarely drift away from his studies. While he become accustomed to blowing off classes and course work at the university, Martin knew that he no longer had that luxury given what his mother had on him. Martin was well aware that as long as she had the pictures that could ruin him, he would have to walk the line she drew for him. After he returned home each day, Martin would help around the home during his breaks from his studies. Those weekdays were what he looked forward to. While everyone in his school looked forward to the weekends, Martin dreaded them. Martin knew what consistent humiliations his mother had in store for him on the weekends. Kay never varied her punishments too much as Martin seemed to be sufficiently cowed by what she had done to him and the sword she left dangling over his head. Each weekend, Martin found himself awaking at 6 A.M. and dressing in skirts or dresses. He put on his makeup and put on his wig before he began cleaning the home from top to bottom. He did his laundry, his mother's laundry and his brother's laundry. Martin was sure that his little brother was intentionally making his clothes dirtier and more disgusting because he knew Martin would be cleaning them. Kay never let him clean the home in flat shoes. Martin always found himself wearing either two inch heeled shoes or platform wedges around the home. Martin preferred the wedges because they did not cause any pain in his ankles or feet unlike the heeled shoes that seemed to be driving nails of pain into his heels with every step after a few hours. When Martin finished his cleaning, he was allowed to do any coursework that he needed to catch up on. Those efforts were frequently broken up by his brother's request that Martin make him meals throughout the day. Martin could not refuse him because making Jackson meals was part of his punishment. Martin would shake his head and mutter as Jackson stood over and told him what little details he wanted added to each meal. Kay was less demanding of him when it came to making meals and she frequently only ate when Martin ate to give him more time for his studies. After Martin made and served dinner, Kay "let" Martin join her in the living room to watch some of the classic movies that she was found of watching. Martin never really enjoyed his mother's taste in movies, but he found them to be a welcome respite as it got him off his feet each Saturday and Sunday evening. Midway through his fourth Saturday working en femme around the home, his mother walked into the kitchen and said, "I've got a real treat for you, Daisy." Knowing better than to get excited when his mother said she had something in store for him, Martin replied hesitantly with a forced smile, "What's that, Mom?" "I've got us two tickets to see The Pharaoh's Daughter." Martin had no idea what his mother was talking about so he replied, "That sound's great, Mom, but what is it?" Kay shook her head as she replied, "It's a ballet." "Ballet?" Martin replied with noticeable distress. "Oh, don't be that way, Daisy. It's a Petipa ballet." "Okay," Martin responded not knowing why his mother thought that that fact made any difference. "All right, don't stand around go get ready." "Now?" "No time like the present, baby. We got to get rolling." "I have to remove all my makeup and...wait, I'm not going as a guy." "Why not?" "I might as well tell everyone I'm a cross-dresser. It's the same deal if they catch me going to the ballet." "No. It's really not...," Kay began to respond before Martin cut her off. "You don't understand mom. To an ordinary person, the connections the same. Guy wears a dress, gay, guy goes to a ballet, gay." "It's really not the same. You can go in your regular clothes. You might get made fun of, but you're just culturing yourself." "Culturing myself? That's just something that women say when a guy does something gay but doesn't want to come out." "Well, you're going one way or the other." "Fine, then I'll go like this." "Oh, you're not going in a housedress." "Why the hell not?" "It's a formal occasion. It's not like a dance or a wedding, but you still have to look presentable." "It's like going to the movie." "No, it's really not. It's a live performance and if you insist on going as Daisy, I expect Daisy to look presentable." Martin knew there was no changing his mother's mind. He did not want to go either way. He only brought up going to it as Daisy in hopes that his mother would drop the whole thing. Now, he felt trapped. He knew that if he backed away from his idea of going out as Daisy, his mother would realize that he really feared her releasing the pictures more than he had let on. He knew that there was a good chance that she would press her advantage even further. Martin also felt that he was capable of going out undetected. He figured as long as no one was told that he was a man in a dress or other clues were not readily available, he would not be noticed for being the boy he really was. Martin's walk home had made him secure in the feminineness of his appearance. If no one could tell then, Martin figured that no one would figure it out at the theater. After a brief period of silence, Martin asked his mother, "What do you want me to wear?" "Follow me," she replied with a smile as she lead him up the stairs. Martin warily followed his mother to his room. He watched her walk towards his closet door and open it. He peered inside towards the corner where his mother had taken to hanging his "Daisy" clothing. He felt his stomach turn as he saw her pull out the dress she wanted him to wear. It was much fancier than anything he had ever worn. He could tell instantly that the above the knee, white, crisscross bandage dress with a deep scoop neckline dress was something new and not just another dress his mother purchased at a thrift store for him. Kay handed Martin the dress and said, "This will do nicely." Martin shook his head and asked, "Are you sure?" "Of course, dear. It's good for a girl to get dressed up every once in a while." "What are you putting on?" "I'm wearing pants and a nice blouse." "And I'm wearing a damn cocktail dress?" "Honey, I'm older. Presentable means something much different at 47 than it does at 20." Martin mumbled and cursed himself for a moment. He thought about backing out as his mother looked him over. Martin was sure that she was trying to sense his weakness. He licked his lips and tasted the lipstick upon them before he said, "Fine, I'll wear the dress." "Fantastic. I've got just the pumps to go with it," Kay responded as she reached into his closet and produced a pair of open toed, silver glitter, sling-back pumps with a four inch heel and a bow on the vamp for Martin. "Great," Martin replied, unable to conceal his sarcasm. Kay heard his tone, but she decided to ignore before she produced a pair of black sheer pantyhose to complete his ensemble. Martin took them from her hand and motioned for her to leave the room so he could change. Martin took off his dress and worked the pantyhose up his legs. He loved how they felt on his legs even as he was disgusted by the fact he was wearing them. Martin shook his head as he looked at the dress. He thought once more about telling his mother that he would go in his normal clothes, but he knew that too much time had passed for him to remove his makeup. He knew that he was going to the ballet with his mother either as Daisy or as Martin in makeup. Going as Daisy struck him as less humiliating than the alternative. After taking hold of the dress, Martin slipped it on over his head. He reached for the back zipper and pulled it up before he took hold of the heels and headed for his door. Martin walked down the stairs and found his mother waiting for him with a new silver colored leather handbag and black trench coat she had purchased for him. Martin shook his head as he looked at it. Regardless, after slipping his feet into his pumps, Martin put on the coat and took hold of the handbag before he followed his mother out the door. Martin took careful steps as he still felt awkward in heels despite his modest ability to walk in them. Martin's steps were hardly graceful, but his practice in heels at home the prior weekends had left him capable of walking around in pumps without his uneasy gait attracting much notice. Martin got into his mother's car and Kay drove them towards the City. They sat in the expected traffic and made small talk as they made their way towards the theater where the ballet was to be performed. They parked in a parking garage not far from the theater and made their way up the city block. Martin felt exposed as he walked through the sea of faces, but no one paid much attention to him. Martin took solace in the fact that he seemed to be nothing more than another face in the crowd. Kay presented their tickets at the door, and they were let inside. Martin felt relaxed as they walked to their seats. The lighting in the theater was not particularly bright and Martin felt that the risk of anyone closely examining him there was minimal as he took his seat. The performance began 20 minutes later. Martin watched his mother stare intently at the stage, enthralled by the music, choreography and production, while he sat there bored. Martin tried his best to enjoy what he was seeing. He leered at the flexible girls and daydreamed about what he would love to do to them. The daydreams frequently turned on him before he would remember how he was dressed. He was sure that none of those girls would want to be with him if they could see him at that moment. A feeling of shame came over Martin as he looked down at his pantyhose covered legs, which were creeping out from beneath the hem of the skirt of his dress. He felt powerless over his own life and could not understand what he had done to deserve to be put in such a position. When the performance ended, Martin followed his mother back to her car without anyone noticing him. Martin felt a little more at ease than when he entered as nightfall had come and the lighting on the street was not very bright. Martin got into the car and listened to the music his mother played as she drove them home. As they pulled up in front of their house, they noticed a number of cars in front of their home. Martin could see shadowy figures against the brightened window of the home as he mother parked the car. Kay shook her head as she shouted, "That little prick's having a party." Kay went to jump out of the car, but Martin went to grab her and shouted, "No, mom. Don't!" Martin's pleas were ignored as Kay stormed into the home. Martin sank down in the seat hoping that no one would see him as he tried his best to hide himself in the car. He heard his mother screaming inside the home. It was not long after that before he heard the sound of Jackson's friend's walking out of the home and talking to each other. He heard them getting closer to his car and walking by without paying attention to what was inside it until he heard a girl say, "There's someone in the car." "Who?" A boy asked. "I don't know," the girl said before she peered in. She was curious to see why the feminine figure in the car was hiding herself as she found the actions of the person inside the car to be quite odd. A smile came across her face as she realized the girl looked quite a bit like Jackson. She had never met Martin and could not quite put it together as she replied, "It must be Jackson's cousin." "Jackson has a cousin," another guy said as he peered in at Martin. The guy's blank expression turned to shock before he began laughing. Martin blushed and covered his face. He knew that his fears had been realized. He felt at that instant that his life was ruined. "What's going on?" Another one of Jackson's friends asked. "That's not his cousin. That's his brother, dude." "What?" The girl shrieked before laughing. "Come on out, Martina," one of the guys said before howling at him. Martin covered his face with his hands as he stepped out of the car and ran towards the house as he heard the laughing of Jackson's friends behind him. Martin knew his reputation was ruined. Soon rumors of what he had been wearing would morph into speculation regarding what he had done. The thoughts crowded his mind, and Martin began to sob as he got inside his home and closed the door behind him. He knew that his friends would be sure to connect the eyewitness accounts of his cross-dressing with speculation that he was gay. That speculation would surely give to rumors that he had committed gay acts. Martin rushed into his room and collapsed onto his bed. He cried into his pillow, hoping to avoid giving his brother the satisfaction of hearing of his sobs. Mar