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Happy Birthday Honey Bunny By Cheryl Lynn A short sissy story based on an illustration by Daphne by the same title. Davie was a delinquent, disrespectful and more than his widowed mother could handle. Aunt Harriet stepped in and over time tamed his wild and wicked ways. May be downloaded for personal use only and all disclaimers apply. Comments may be sent to [email protected] Happy Birthday Honey Bunny David sat carefully on the lavender satin padded bench seat. His bare bottom was a pale pink from his birthday spanking. While the tears had stopped flowing, his round bottom still stung. He stared into the three way lighted mirrors of the vanity, resignation on his face. "OMG! How did I ever wind up like this? It's been a year and still Auntie insists on punishing me. I've tried to be good but what she demands is impossible. I'm a guy and guys don't act the way she wants me to. Why can't she just spank me and get it over with. No, she has to humiliate me as well. I like to play ball and don't mind getting dirty. I like to rough house and get all sweaty with the guys. What's wrong with jumping into a rain puddle? That's what guys do. Why can't she understand?" he lamented as he wiped away the tears with a tissue. Picking up the hairbrush, he began running it through his ash blond hair. It was cut very full on top tapering down into a sharp "V" at the base of his neck. His sideburns had been shaved off and a thick tendril of hair hung in their place reaching down to his ear lobes. As he ran the brush through the sides of his head, the sparkle of golden globes reflected back from the studs in each lobe. He brushed his hair one hundred strokes as his aunt demanded. Putting the brush down, he took the comb and ran it through the eyebrow length bangs separating and fluffing them out. Next he took the tress of hair hanging beside his right ear and twirled it into a tight pin curl. Using two hairpins he secured it into place before spraying it with floral scented hair spray. Taking a piece of pink tape he placed it across the curl to make sure it didn't unravel. With the pin curls secured, he spayed a liberal dose to the rest of his head as he patted some stray hair into place. When he had finished his hair glistened stiffly in a very feminine pixie style. He wrinkled his nose as the ruminants of the hairspray floated past his nose. He didn't like the sweet lacquer smell and all it reminded him of. Ooo It had been almost a year ago that his mother dropped him off at Aunt Harriet's country home. She had gotten him out of juvie that morning and drove the four hours to Harriet's house without saying a word. David had been locked up for marijuana possession and disorderly conduct. He was both drunk and stoned when he was arrested. Fortunately the charges were misdemeanors and he had no priors. He was released to his mother after the judge gave him three years probation. During the hearing David paid little attention to the judge or anything else. His mind was on getting back with his friends. His mother was a pushover and wouldn't stop him or so he thought. It wasn't until they were at the city limits that he began to wonder what was going on. He attempted to ask her what was happening but all she gave him was an icy glare. He was expecting the usual sermon about being good. Her icy glare worried him. He tried to say how sorry he was and that he would be good but cold silence was his only answer. "She usually yells at me then lets it go but this silence treatment is something new. Wonder where the fuck she's taking me," he thought at the time. His question was answered when she pulled up to Aunt Harriet's isolated home. Aunt Harriet was in her early forties, a tall stern woman with above average good looks. She was wearing a white cotton long sleeved blouse, tan straight mid-calf length skirt and brown pumps. Her blond hair was put up in a tight bun at the top of her head and a pair of gold trimmed reading glasses hung about her neck. Her lack of makeup made her stern features look even more severe. She gave his mother a hug and kiss on the cheek when she met them at the door. "Sis, don't worry. Just leave him with me and don't look back. When I finish with him, I promise, you will have the child of your dreams back," she had said. His mother didn't even say goodbye as she got back in the car and drove off. David was left standing on the porch looking up at his aunt very confused. "What the fuck just happened?" he thought. "Hey, where is she going? She can't leave me here," he demanded. "You are here because you are a total failure and very ungrateful child. Your poor mother can't handle you, so I have volunteered to take you in hand. You will do what I say, when I say it and do it enthusiastically or else," she snapped. "What do you mean, or else? You can't do anything to me! You're not my mother!" he stated. "Thank heavens for small favors. I'm not your mother nor do I wish to be. In case you have forgotten, you are on a three year suspended sentence. I'm your court appointed guardian and you will do anything I say or go to juvenile hall. Believe me when I say that I will not hesitate one second over sending you to prison. So don't even think about giving me any grief," she said reaching out and twisting his ear. "Ouch! You're hurting me!" he screamed trying to bat her hand away. All that did was make her squeeze the lobe between thumb and forefinger all the harder. "Looks like you need your first lesson," she said pulling him into the living room. That first lesson was a bare bottom spanking over her lap. When she had finished, his bottom cheeks were cherry red and David was bawling like a baby. Over the ensuing days David received even more spankings but he was beginning to get the idea. By Saturday he grudgingly tried to do what she told him to do. One of the first things she demanded was that he take a bath instead of a shower. He could put up with that but when he saw that it was a heavily floral scented bubble bath he refused. All his refusal got him was another bare bottom spanking. Only this time it was with a wooden hairbrush. He hated taking a bubble bath especially the oily and fragrant after effects but he took one every morning and evening. Another insult inflicted upon his masculinity was his room. It was spacious but utterly feminine. The carpet was plush beige and the walls painted egg shell white. The curtains soft pastel lavender satin, the French Provencal with gold piping styled furnishings had pastel lavender drapery on the vanity and seat cushions. Pictures of young Victorian girls and ballerinas were on the walls. The white wrought iron bed was covered in pink linens and a bright white satin pillowed comforter with a pale lavender chiffon canopy. Billowing lavender chiffon cascaded down the four iron posts held in place with wide pink satin ribbon bows. A perfuse aroma of flowers filled the room. His vehement objections were met with another bare bottom spanking. Other impediments to his boyish nature were also imposed upon him. Harriet demanded that he speak in a soft higher pitch. He was required to raise his hand if he wished to speak. No more running about or slouching. He had to take small mincing steps, sit up straight with knees pressed together and hands in his lap. He had no computer and his television viewing restricted. Gone were his video games. Gone were his sports events and violent shows. When he wasn't helping her clean the house or preparing meals, he could read whatever he wanted. The only problem with reading was that all he had were her women's magazines and romance novels. As a lesser punishment she gave him specific articles to read and quizzed on them. It was either that and do it well or face the hairbrush. It had been a humiliating and painful week but Saturday proved to be mortifying. He was dressed in his baggy jeans and pull over collared shirt when she took him out for the first time. The first stop was her salon where his collar length hair was cut into a cute pixie style. His natural dirty blond hair was lightened into an ash blonde and given a manicure and pedicure with a light pink varnish. When he saw what they had done to his hair he screamed out a stream of profanity. His aunt grabbed him behind the neck and quick marched him over to the shampoo sink. By the time he flushed the last of the soap from his mouth, amid a flow of tears apologized to the staff and customers. As an additional punishment, a coating of pale pink lipstick tasting of strawberries was applied to his lips. The next stop had been the piercing pagoda where large gold ball studs were inserted into each lobe. He had tried to resist, digging in his heels while trying to jerk free of her clinching hand. Harriet dug into her purse, removed the hairbrush, bent him over and gave him five sharp strokes. The brush wasn't nearly as painful as the giggles and snorts of laughter from the audience who witnessed his punishment. From there he was marched bleary eyed into a store. It wasn't until they stopped in the lingerie department that his tears cleared to be replaced by fear. "I'm sick and tired of my niece's tom boy look and attitude. Would you please help me find her some appropriate lingerie and suitable clothing for a girl her age?" he heard his aunt announce to the sales clerk. "Now unless you want me to tell everyone within hearing that you are my sissy nephew, behave!" she harshly whispered into his ear. David was shaking and flushed a bright pink as he stood bare chested while the sales clerk fitted him with his very first training bra. It was white satin with a delicate pink rose centered between the slightly padded cups. It was a 32 AAA. Six more were purchased three in white, one pink with a cream floral lace overlay, lavender and one black with a hint of lace. The last was a strapless white satin. From bras they moved to panties where Harriet bought him fourteen pairs suitable for a young girl all nylon with lace accents in all the colors of the rainbow and some in feminine prints. She handed him a pair of white nylon high-cut panties with floral lace inserts at the hips and dainty pink bow centered at the waist to put on. "Go in the changing room and put these on. They'll match that pretty new bra you're wearing. Don't take all day and put a smile on that sour face of yours. Maybe my hairbrush will do it if you don't," she whispered. Their lingerie purchases didn't stop with just panties and bras. Harriet bought him three panty girdles in white, yellow and baby blue along with three high-waist long line girdles in the same colors. Several full and half slips dripping with lace were also selected. To finish in lingerie, two nighties were selected. One nightie was an empire style in a delicious dark chocolate nylon with pale cream chiffon over skirt. White floral lace decorated the scooped bodice with a white satin bow centered below the bust. The matching negligee had huge puff below the elbow sleeves trimmed heavily with tiered white floral lace and tied with a broad white satin sash. The other was a florescent fuchsia with small white polka dotted satin shortie pajama set. The wide double breasted top was full cut with three quarter flaring sleeves trimmed in pink lace. The flare legged shorts reached mid-thigh and had two inches of pink floral lace hemming. They left the lingerie department with David wearing bra, panties and long line girdle under his boy clothing. With every step, every movement the tug of unfamiliar straps and bands stabbed into his masculinity. The severe restriction at his waist and sharp tugging at his groin and buttocks from the girdle amplified his humiliation. He kept his eyes focused on the floor not daring to look anyone in the eye. Trying his best to keep the tears from flowing, he followed Harriet into the girls department. The embarrassment wasn't as bad as when he was in lingerie but the pink cast to his skin never abated. He was forced to enter the changing rooms more times than he could remember. He tried on dresses, skirts, blouses, shorts and tees. They left that department loaded with so many bags that they had to go to the car before returning. As they walked to the car, David was wearing a cap sleeved white poly blouse in a darling dainty violet, lavender and blue flowal print. The blouse was thin enough so that his new bra was visible. A flirty blue cotton mid-thigh flare skirt replaced his pants. Under the skirt was a white nylon half slip trimmed in lace. As they walked to the car David's mind was overloaded from all the new sensations his clothing created. The movement of the slip and skirt only added to his humiliation and fear. He was all boy but dressed like this and being out in public filled him with absolute terror. The fear of discovery, fear of being seen as less than a man and worst of all, the fear that his aunt would reveal to the world that he was a boy in a dress. His fears made him obedient to his aunt's desires. All he wanted was to be away from here and out of the horrid clothing. With the bags dropped off, it was time for a late lunch. In the food court David sat nervously, his eyes darting everywhere, trying to see if anyone was laughing at him. Despite his aunt's assurances that he looked positively darling, he just knew that soon he would be made a laughing stock. He was so upset that he barely touched his Caesar salad but he did have two diet sodas. His throat was parched and he found it difficult to swallow. "Oh please, please take me home. Take me home now! I can't stand anymore of this. It's only a matter of time. Someone is going to start screaming that I'm a boy in a dress. I'll never live this down! I'm doomed. Why is she doing this to me? Oh crap, I need to pee. OMG! What am I going to do now? I have to really go bad," he thought beginning to panic. When he mentioned his need, Harriet just giggled and told him to let her finish her salad then they would go. He was squeezing his knees tightly together with his hands thrust into his crotch by the time she finished. With relief he got up and followed her to the nearby restrooms. When he headed for the men's room, she grabbed his elbow and pulled him close. "Honey Bunny, you need to use this one now. I don't think the other boys would appreciate a cute thing like you going into their bathroom. Just remember to sit when you go, wipe after then flush like I taught you. Be careful that you don't tuck your skirts into your girdle when you finish. That can be really embarrassing you know," she said softly. There was only one other woman standing by the sinks when they entered. He had to go so bad that he rushed into the nearest open stall and slammed the door shut. Hopping from one foot to the other, he struggled to pull down the stubborn high waist girdle and panties. It was with a whoosh of relief as he plopped his ass down on the seat. His need had been so great that he had forgotten all about his embarrassment and where he actually was for a few moments. It wasn't until he flushed that his horror came back. Blushing once more he slowly opened the stall door and looked around. Seeing only his aunt standing by the sinks he ventured out. With his hands washed, she handed him the tube of lipstick and told him to put it on. It took him three tries before she was satisfied. His hand was shaking so much putting on lipstick wasn't easy. By the time he had the lipstick evenly applied and blotted, his nerves were shot and begged her to take him home. "Just a few more stops and then we can call it a day Honey Bunny. You need shoes, purses, belts, hosiery and some accessories before we call it a day. If you don't have any beautiful clothing how do you expect to appreciate your girl time. No, don't say anything now. Wait until we get home and I will explain everything to you. It's enough for now to know that when you are bad or fail to do as I say, you will have to spend some girl time. Now come along and smile. I know you were a tom boy once but now you are my precious niece, my Honey Bunny. Come along happily or do I need to get out my brush again?" she replied. Ooo David would never forget that day and the utter humiliation he felt. It was horrible to have to not only shop for girl's clothing but to be wearing it even more disastrous to his male ego. The worse part was that no one guessed he was a boy but the fear of discovery became a living nightmare. He wound up spending the entire weekend dressed and having to act like a girl. Harriet schooled him in the proper behavior expected of a young lady. He was taught how to walk, hold his hands, sit and speak. She even made him learn how to apply his own makeup and perform both a morning and evening feminine toilet. With the end of summer, she enrolled him in the local public school. It was his senior year but he initially didn't look forward to attending. He hated school but this time he was looking forward to it. The good thing about going to school was that he would be allowed to wear his boy clothing. He was still required to wear panties as all his boxers had gone into the rag bin. Wearing panties prevented him from dropping his pants and exposing his boxers like he had in the past. He made sure that his shirt tail was always tucked in as well. Of course he hated school. With his haircut he was bound to catch some flack from his fellow students. His mode of dress didn't help his reputation either. Almost all of the boys wore their pants down exposing their boxers, wife beater shirts and otherwise sloppily attired. His large gold ball earrings didn't go unnoticed. He was called numerous derogatory names, shoved as he walked down the halls and books knocked out of his hands by the bullies. The girls were mostly nice to him but no one took him seriously. He wound up being that new kid sitting at the back table in the cafeteria with the rest of the losers. What ego he had remaining was fragile and insecure. As a result he tried his best to become as inconspicuous as possible. After school he had to dress in girl time mode. He complained that first day but five swats convinced him to obey. Once dressed and makeup applied he did his homework. Once he completed his assignments, he helped with the household chores and assisted in preparing dinner wearing a frilly organza apron and lacy mop cap. As he performed his chores, Harriet was constantly reminding him how behave like a lady. With dinner over, she checked his school work and if satisfied, let him watch television with her. Of course the only shows she watched were directed at the female audience. It didn't take him long to be completely fed up watching this dance show and that singing show or some stupid melodrama. He much rather watch basketball or detective show but those were forbidden. Still it was better than the alternative which was reading her magazines or romance novels. She made him do some reading every night and more on the weekends despite his initial aversions. He hated those reading lessons as she made him read them aloud in a soft feminine voice. When he completed a reading assignment she would quiz him on the content. If he failed to reply correctly or from a male perspective he received a hard swat of her hairbrush. Some of the articles he was forced to read embarrassed him to the core. Especially those features about feminine hygiene or personal relationships made him blush bright pink. The very idea of learning, "Ten best flirting secrets," or "Being a sensual woman," was revolting. Learning "How to keep that fresh feeling," or "What's best for you: Pads or tampons," made him want to vomit. When he balked at reading such articles Harriet threatened to either make him actually use the product or get him a weekend date. With the school week over David spent the entire weekend in girl time. It started with his morning bubble bath where he had been shown how to properly shave his legs and underarms. What little chest hair he had was plucked out. She even made him trim and shape his pubic hair into a neat triangle. He didn't have all that much body hair but shaving became a weekly habit. Out of the bath he dressed in matching lingerie, panties, bra, panty girdle or long-line girdle which she preferred, slip and hose from morning until night. A nice dress or skirt and blouse for outer wear and shoes all of which had a three inch spiked heel. During the summer Harriet spent a lot of time teaching him the tricks of managing a skirt, makeup application, deportment and vocabulary. That first month and a half David went to bed with a very sore bottom. Harriet made liberal use of her hairbrush to get his undivided attention. After three months he didn't have to think very hard while in girl time. His clothing and feminine behavior almost seemed natural. Where once he spent two hours getting ready it now only took an hour unless he had to blow dry his hair. Picking out coordinating outfits was a lot easier and walking in three inch heels while not as graceful as Harriet desired good enough. Of course he hated every single minute of it but it was better than a sore bottom. After the start of school Harriet didn't spend much time supervising him as she used to. His feminine training had kicked in to the point where he wasn't aware how his hips swung so femininely, that he naturally kept his elbows close to his sides or that he walked one foot in front of the other. The fact that he always spoke in a soft higher register using "darling," "cute," "precious," "sweet," and similar descriptive words. The only time she spent concentrating on his feminine skills was on the weekends. He still needed a lot of help selecting the proper outfit for a certain occasion and the proper terms for items of clothing. His makeup application was good but still needed improvement on his evening and special occasion makeup. He was doing so well that she rewarded him by allowing him to stay in his boy clothing after he got home from school on the weekdays. However he had to done a bra and maintain his feminine mannerisms. He was thrilled that he got to wear his "normal" clothing but wished he could have his boxers back. Wearing his normal clothing built up his fragile male ego. Except for the hair cut, his reflection was that of "all boy" for most of the week. Feeling a bit of bravado coming back, David decided one afternoon to check out some porn web pages instead of his English assignment. He had the use of Harriet's computer only for homework but listening carefully and not hearing her, decided to do some typical boyish behavior. He was of an age that the female anatomy fascinated him. His feminine hygiene readings and familiarity with lingerie dispelled much of the mystery but viewing the scantily clad models made him horny. He couldn't get into the more explicit pictures as access required membership but what he saw sent thrills racing up his spine. He got so involved with what he was seeing he almost didn't hear the click-clack of Harriet's heels on the wooden hallway floor. As she stepped into the room, the computer was powering down. "Oh is my Honey Bunny finished already?" she asked. "I wish she'd stop calling me that. I hate that stupid name," he thought before replying that he was done. She took his work and began reviewing it. When she finished, she looked at him and asked, "Where is your essay on "The Old Man and the Sea? I don't see it here." "Errr, I....I must have forgotten that," he stammered. "Well, then, you best get to it. You know my demands when it comes to your school work. Perhaps two swats to that bottom of yours will remind you not to forget the next time," she said leaving the room. "Shit that was close," he mumbled as he powered the computer back up. It was then that he noticed the prominent bulge in his slacks. "Oh fuck! I hope she didn't see that," he thought in a bit of panic. That next afternoon when he returned from school, Harriet met him at the door. All she said was, "Girl time and wear your four inch heels." She only made him wear the four inch stilettos when she was mad about something. Seeing the cold look in her eyes, he scampered to his room to do as he was told. He stripped down to his yellow with white floral print nylon panties, found the matching satin bra with its white lace trim and put it on. A yellow half slip with four inches of floral lace trim was next. It was a school day and he knew what outfit she wanted him to wear. It was a Catholic school girl uniform with grey/green/black patterned pleated woolen skirt, white long sleeved nylon blouse with ruffled jabot and matching jacket. Dressed he quickly applied light makeup using pink shades for his eyes and a frosted pink lipstick. After running the brush through his hair, he pinned a black beret at a slight angle on top his head. A pair of white ruffled anklets and black patent leather open toed pumps completed his dressing. A bit of spicy floral scented perfume and he headed for the door. He didn't know why she was mad but knew enough not to keep her waiting. David was a bit unsteady on the higher heels as he headed to the living room to discover his fate. She was sitting down and he noticed a bag of ice sitting on a saucer on the table beside her. Her red lips pinched tight and her demeanor one of anger as he stood before her. He was ram rod straight, knees and heels together and hands crossed demurely in front. "Oh crap, I forgot to put on nail polish. I hope she doesn't notice. That's five swats with her brush," he thought. "Honey Bunny, do you want to tell me just why you forgot to finish your English assignment? It wasn't because you were being naughty was it?" she asked pleasantly. Her tone and question told him that she knew what he had been looking at last night. His mind went into panic mode, his face flushed and sweat broke out on his forehead. Desperately he tried to think of something to say that would ease the coming punishment. "I...I....eeerrrr..I it was an accident Auntie. I...I must have...have hit the wrong key....errrr....it...it just popped up," he stammered. "Just popped up, you say? Do you think I didn't notice that unseemly bulge in your slacks? Oh Honey Bunny, I was hoping that you were mature enough to tell me the truth but obviously you are not the big girl that I thought you were," she replied. Blushing fiercely and trying to recoup, David unconsciously swiveled his hips back a forth, his head bowed as a young girl would. "Auntie, I'm sorry. I..I won't do that again...I promise," he meekly replied. "What do you mean Honey Bunny? That you won't let me catch you looking at pornography or having to see the horrid unseemly bulge in your panties?" she sarcastically answered. David was at a loss for words. Her comment caught him off guard and all he could do was stand there and squirm like a girl. He swayed his hips, twisted his fingers and kept his head bowed blushing all the harder. Finally under her harsh stare said, "Y...yes auntie." "Answer me this, do you think it is alright to look at pictures of scantily clad women?" she asked. "Of course, I'm a guy and that's what guys do," he thought but said, "I..I don't know...I...errr...I guess," he answered. "You guess! It's humiliating and demeaning that's what it is! Not only were you looking at them, I saw the obvious lust in your pants! You are in serious need of learning what it's like to be ogled and debased by men. You also need to control your baser instincts. I can control one of those now and the other will come later. I can't wait to see you cringe as you realize you are being stripped naked under the gaze of willful men and boys. Come here and remove your panties," she said with icy coldness. As he complied Harriet opened a small box and removed a pale pink object from it. He was trembling in fear as he lifted the panties from around his ankles. He had never seen his aunt as mad as she was at that moment and knew he was in for a severe punishment. "I'm sorry auntie....," he started to apologize but was silenced by her stare. "Come closer. This is a male chastity device and it will cure you of that nasty habit. Hold still while I secure it. You move or try and stop me and that bum of yours will feel my brush until it glows. Hold that skirt up nice and high," she snapped. David couldn't see what she was doing but felt the bag of ice pressed to his groin. Soon after a sickening twinge as his testicles were pushed up back into his groin making him want to gag. He sensed her grabbing his wilted penis and manipulating it into a tight fitting cold cylinder then a sharp prick as its tip reached the end of the tube. He had no idea what a male chastity device was but as she sat back with a satisfied smile, David knew he would hate it. "Put your panties back on and go do your homework. I'll be there later to check your work," she said in dismissal. As soon as David reached the privacy of his room, he ran over to the full length mirror, jerked his panties down and lifted his skirt. He was horrified to see a pink metal tube pressed down against a very flat groin. The flaps of his empty scrotum were folded up and over the tube holding it in place. When he tried to peel the skin away, the pain stopped him. She had glued the skin to the tube making his groin look like it had a pussy. He staggered over to the vanity bench and tried to pull the tube off but again he met with failure. He soon understood that he was trapped in that thing until his aunt removed it. He sat crying feeling lost and helpless. "I'm doomed. I can't get that damn thing off. She's made me look like a girl down there and it's so tight. What am I going to do now? I can't run away, she'll have me in prison if I should try and looking like this? I should have taken my chances when I had my boy clothing on. At least then I would have had a chance. Not now, I don't want anyone seeing me like this," he wept. Ooo Putting him in chastity wasn't enough for Harriet. From that day forth, she pushed even harder to make him act, dress and even think like a girl. Since he said that looking at partially clad members of the opposite sex was okay, she replaced the pictures on his bedroom walls with those of partially dressed men and boy bands. Besides "Seventeen" and other teen girl magazines he had already been reading she added "Play Girl" and others of similar format. She found a yearbook from his school and made him select male classmates to have a crush on. He had to provide a name, complete description of the boy selected and more importantly what feature was his most attractive. Was it his butt, was it his eyes or the curve of his smile that drew David's attention. She purchased a pink leatherette diary for him. He had to keep a written daily record of the boy he had selected for that week. Harriet used her own experiences as a young girl to insure that his written record looked and sounded like a love sick teenager. To teach him what it was like to be stared at like a side of beef, she made him wear gel enhanced bras that added two cup sizes to his meager real ones. She made him dress more provocatively yet not sluttish. He wore more revealing clothing and heavier makeup whenever they went out which was now every weekend. In the mall or just walking in the park, she made him select eligible young males from the crowd and explain why he had picked that particular individual. Occasionally she forced him to actually talk to the young man involved. Over time these "accidental" meetings became a weekend routine. Harriet would encourage David to pick out a young man, meet him and get his personal information. Back home she had him sit at her computer and correspond with the boys David had met. Another forced change was the creation of a social media page. On this page, he had to create a very believable feminine persona. Of course he couldn't be David so Harriet selected Daphne to be his fem persona. Sometimes, she let the young man take David to the movie or out to eat. Harriet would follow discreetly and enjoyed watching Daphne struggling with her dates. They were all octopus hands and all too willing to steal kisses from the pretty girl sitting by their side. Of course David had to record every detail in his diary. At first he responded unwillingly and with little enthusiasm. He was spanked severely and made to stand in a corner with his panties around his ankles. When his corner time was done he had to spend an hour before his full length mirror, holding a picture of some boy and recite how badly he wanted to be kissed and embraced by a young man. He spent a lot of time standing in a corner during those first few months. His only reprieve from his intense feminine training was school. He still disliked school but any time away from girl time was good time. David was still shunned by most of the students and whispered snippets were often heard as he minced down the halls. Words like, "queer," "faggot," "sissy" and "girlie-boy" drove little daggers into what remained of his male ego. Dressed in undeniably men's fashions, his behavior, deportment, hair and voice singled him out to all observers as "that sissy gay dude." David didn't even realize just how feminine his persona had become but as the school year progressed he began to understand. Towards the end of the school year, David realized he would be better off dressing as a girl full time. When he was in girl time, no one ostracized, punched, or said very hateful things to him. Everyone was nice except for a few boys whose lustful intent unnerved him. He was still felt uncomfortable out in public and subjected to the stares and comments of both boys and men. At least those stares were the ones pretty women received not the hateful kind a sissy got. Another gradual change that had become ingrained without his knowledge was how he looked at people. When he looked at a woman or girl, he sized up her style of dress and hair. He now wondered whether or not a particular dress or accessory the woman wore would look good on him. That change was the result of Harriet's constant demands when they were out. "Daphne, look at the young lady over there. Do you think her dress would look nice on you? Tell me everything that you like and dislike about her," she would say. Harriet always picked out pretty women that in the past he would look at but for totally different reason than required by his aunt. At first he would check out her tits and ass but again educational punishments changed his view point. The same could be said for how he looked at other boys and men. Almost as often Harriet picked out boys and men for David to check out. The only time he had checked out a guy in the past was to determine if he was a threat or not. Now he really looked at them determining what their best features were. Did they have a cute butt, a charming smile, kissable lips and similar details were his new concerns. Occasionally he even caught himself glancing down at their crotches wondering how big they were. Aunt Harriet's intense immersion therapy had really done a number on his mind and groin. She had him on birth control pills since he arrived and the hormones were beginning to change the way he thought and some physical changes. His skin was softer, the hair on his arms finer, his contours more feminine. He had developed small but noticeable bumps on his chest with obvious nipples. Unable to sexually satisfy himself or obtain release, David had been extremely frustrated. Every time he managed an erection the blunted pins at the tip of the chastity tube bit painfully into his flesh. After the third month in chastity, he no longer was able to manage even a meager erection. By graduation his frustration was making him edgy and flustered. Meeting boys and actually going to the movies with them. Having them kiss and caress his body was driving him nuts. He didn't like going out with boys but their nearness, touches and kisses sent tickles running up and down his spine. When he complained bitterly how frustrated he was Harriet just giggled and said that was how most women felt all the time. "Men," she had said, "only want to satisfy their immediate needs. They don't care how the woman feels or what her needs are no matter what they say to the contrary. As soon as they satisfy themselves they roll over and go to sleep or just leave the woman laying there. You are just going to have to learn other methods to relieve your frustration." Shortly after that conversation she handed him a gift wrapped box. Inside he found a violet gel vibrator dildo. It had a mushroom head and six inch shaft of soft yet solid gel and a little over an inch in circumference. He blushed scarlet when she told him what he could do with it. She also informed him that if he would rub his nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he used the device, he would feel more pleasure. She didn't force him to use it only take it to his room. There he shoved it as deeply as he could in the bottom drawer of his dresser. "If she thinks I'm going to do that she's nuts," he thought. School was done and the graduation ceremony over. David was now in girl time permanently. He had been under his aunt's control for almost a year and he certainly wasn't the man he had been. The man was gone, in his place a young woman, not drop dead gorgeous but a solid seven on anyone's scale. He didn't really mind being in full girl mode either. At least he wouldn't have to hear the derogatory comments or bullying from other students. Dressed everyone accepted him as the pretty girl he appeared to be. By now he didn't give his dressing or behavior any serious thought. He had become use to living and being a girl. Yes, he still had some serious frustrations and worries but he had learned to deal with them. When he felt particularly frustrated he made use of the vibrator dildo. More often he would lie in bed and fondle his large nipples. He didn't have breasts, real breast that is. No his chest had two conical bumps with eraser sized sensitive nipples. A couple of weeks ago his date had pushed up David's bra and massaged the tender flesh while necking in the back of the theater. To his surprise it felt so much better when someone else was doing it besides himself. The idea of being with a man didn't bother him nearly as much as it had at the beginning. At first he was scared shitless but as Harriet made him go out more often the easier it became. Once he understood that he was accepted as being a real girl by her dates, it became even easier. The only real concern he had was keeping their hands and penis' away from his crotch. The first time a boy placed his hand on her breast at the movie, David cringed but it had felt nice. The first kiss was the same. He wanted to spit and wipe his lips but it too felt nice. He was at the point in his dating experiences that it didn't bother him all that much to place a delicate hand on his date's penis and jerk him off. It was much easier to do that than let him discover the hard steel tube between his legs. Ooo "Daphne, hurry up and get down here. I need you to help me finish decorating for your party," Harriet yelled. David shook his head putting his memories back where they belonged, in the past. He didn't want another spanking. Harriet spanked him earlier because he threw a tantrum when she told him about his birthday party. His mother and four of his old friends would be attending. He didn't mind his mother seeing him like this but Billy, Rodger, Daniel and Howard were something else altogether. They were his old friends that he drank and smoked pot with. They were also the ring leaders of their street gang. If they saw him like this his life would be over should he go back home again. With a sigh, he quickly applied his makeup and dabbed some perfume on. Getting up he pulled his bright pink satin demi-bra on, fastened it in the back and settled his small but growing breasts into the cups. The uplift and slight padding gave him a nice cleavage. The matching panties, white thigh high lace welt hose and full slip slid on easily. The soft material felt much nicer than when he had donned them for the first time so long ago. He wasn't as happy putting on the pink gingham dress. It was too juvenile for his taste. It has large white chiffon puff bone supported short sleeves with a bit of lace trim at the cuffs, a rounded neckline with a frill of white lace, Two vertical lines of small white satin ribbon bows descended from the base of each breast to the narrow waist which flared out into a full mid-thigh skirt. It buttoned up the back and fastened with a wide floppy bow in the back. A white gauze ruffled and lace frilled apron tied about the waist giving the dress an even more little girlish look. Stepping into the pink peep toed heels he gave another final glance into the mirror and headed to help his aunt. Epilog: The party wasn't quite the nightmare he had imagined. His old friends never realized that Daphne was actually David. As a matter of fact they made fools of themselves trying to impress the pretty girl. They didn't have any idea why they had been invited to the party but were happy they came. They were even more excited that this pretty girl would be moving into their neighborhood to live with David's mother while she attended secretarial school in the city. By the time the party was over and the boys gone, David knew that he would never be getting back into trousers and boxers. He was now the perfect child that Aunt Harriet had promised to give to his mother.