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I was directed to a seat in the Applebees. I indicated to the hostess that I would prefer another table and was placed into Stephanie's section. The hostess gave me the general Applebees menu and another with this months promotions and told me my server would be with me soon. Several minutes later, as I was feigning looking through the menu, Stephanie my server greeted me in the typical moderately priced fast food manner that all chain restaurants of this type seem to have. She said that her name was Stephanie and that she would be my server today and did I want to have a drink while looking over the menu? I gave her my drink order and she scurried off to get it and the drinks from several other tables she had approached before mine. She had been a waitress for a long time and was very efficient in her waitressing technique. After she brought me my drink order, I dictated my main order and waited for her to return. This was the moment of truth. Could I get her to take a sip of my drink. If she did then I would have her. If not....well let's not be pessimistic. When she returned, I asked her if my drink tasted right? She said she could bring a new one, but I told her I wasn't sure if the drink was flat or diet and if it was flat that I would have to get something else. So I insisted she taste it to tell me. She finally relented and I knew I had her. "I heard you are looking for a babysitter?" I inquired. "No, I have a girl who is very good, besides you look a bit too mature to be doing babysitting." I was in my late twenties as Stephanie had surmised. "Thank you, but I am only sixteen years old and I heard you are looking for a babysitter." Stephanie looked again and could see I was right, I wasn't in my twenties as she had originally thought, I was in my mid-teens. She didn't know how she could be so wrong. "For a moment there I thought you was older, but in any case I don't need a babysitter." "Yes, you do, that is why I am here you asked me to meet you here to hire me for a babysitting job." "I was just kidding, you have to excuse my sense of humor sometimes," Stephanie tried to recover. She had invited this nice young lady here to see if she could babysit for her. She was sure of it, she didn't know why she had said what she said before. Now was the time to just start giving Stephanie commands that she would follow without question and set this thing into motion. "Stephanie, you want me to come over and babysit Sunday. You will be gone all day. You are going to take that day to pamper yourself. Have a perfect girls day. You are going to go out and make yourself look and feel pretty. You will take all day and I will babysit your boy while you are out." "Yes, that is it, I want to go out on Sunday and I need you to babysit all day." "Sure, I'll be over at around noon." "Yes, be over at noon." "Don't tell your old babysitter why you are not hiring her anymore, just find new customers for her. Also anytime I ask you if you want a drink, drink anything that I offer you." "Hmmm, OK." With that done, I finished my meal and left the restaurant. Stephanie of course picked up the check. I took a picture of Stephanie before I left. I arrived at Stephanie's house at noon on Sunday as promised. Stephanie opened the door to let me in. She was dressed for a casual afternoon out. She wore a purple print knit top with matching knit pants. She also accessorized the outfit with a multicolored scarf. She looked quite pretty for a 34-year-old mother. She had a small frame. She was wearing a bra but she didn't need to always wear one as her breasts were barely an A-cup. She was shorter than the average woman, about 5'3. She had curves in all the right places but not anything one would called waspy. She was just pretty but not gorgeous. She invited me in and introduced me to her son Vinny who was in the dinette eating his lunch. It was a grilled cheese sandwich and a soda. I told her I was thirsty and we walked into the kitchen to get me a drink. But once inside, she was the only one who had something to drink. I told her to enjoy herself today but to keep notes on exactly what she had done. A few minutes later she left to pick up her friend and have a "girl's day." After she left, I picked up Vinny's glass and told him I would get him more soda. But he said he had plenty so I put the glass down again. He took a sip and I told him to sit there and finish his lunch. When he was finished he should continue to wait there and that I would be back in no time. I also told him that he would drink anything I offered him, just like I did with his mother several days before. That was exactly what he did. I took a picture of him waiting and then went to look around the house. It was over an hour before I returned to the dinette. I started in Stephanie's room. I looked through all her draws and made a note of all the clothes she had. To me, the shirts and the pants were just as important as the dresses and the lingerie. I was looking to see what her personal style was. Not just what she showed the world, but also what she wore underneath and what she wore when she was all alone and no one was looking. I then looked through her other drawers to see everything she had around. I looked through all the financial papers as well as all of the personal papers. Her bedroom was tastefully done and most things were in their place. All of the usual furnishings for a woman were in her room. I looked through it all. There was also a desktop computer in her room, I checked, it was connected to the internet. I looked through the books in the bookshelf along with the magazines on her night table. After the bedroom, I looked through the master bathroom. It was again typical for a woman her age. Most of her cosmetics were contained in this room. I looked through her medicine cabinet and found the usual creams, ointments and medications. I went from room to room. I looked in ever room, in every closet, in every cabinet. Vinny's room looked fine for the eleven-year-old boy that he was. There were games and toys and everything you would expect for a boy his age. The bed was made, but I didn't know if he made it or his mom did. It really didn't matter at this point. When I was finished I rejoined Vinny in the dinette. He was sitting there waiting for me. He didn't notice that any time had passed at all. I told him to take another sip of soda and then I told him he was going to have lots of fun today and they he would rave to his mom about how great a babysitter I was when he had a chance. After lunch Vinny and I went to the backyard to play. He selected some trucks and plopped to the ground to play with them. He had a bulldozer, a crane and a dump truck. We played with these trucks on a dirt patch in the back yard. He would use the bulldozer to pile up some dirt. Then the crane to scoop the dirt up and place it into the dump truck. Then the dump truck would drive away and dump the dirt someplace else. He pretended to be many workers on this 'project.' I played along and he had a genuinely good time even without my suggestions. Several scenarios were set up and played upon. I took several pictures of him playing. After playing with the trucks, we played tag and hiding games. By the time we were done we were both dirty and tired. We then entered the house. I had to remind him to take off his shoes or he would track dirt inside. I wanted today to be a typical kid's day. Just like for his mom who was having a girls day out. We started to watch some cartoons and he fell asleep. After he woke up, we played some video games and I let him play alone while I made us some dinner. We ate and after he drank some soda I told him that he prefers to pee sitting down and does it as often as convenient. That he always pees sitting down in the house. I suggested that he needed to pee now, he should also take a bath and get ready for bed. He informed me he usually took a shower. But I suggested that he should take more baths than showers from now on. He did as he was told and then got ready for bed. I told him that his mom would probably want to know what he had done today and that he should write it down. He did as he was told and described his day of fun play. I took the paper and told him I would show it to his mother when she got home. It was getting late and he went to bed and was soon asleep. I waited for his mother to return home. When she did, I collected the paper she had wrote about her day. We had a drink before I left and I told her, I would be ready to babysit for her on Monday after Vinny got home from school. She told me that, Vinny stayed in an after school program and arrived home after she got off from work. I told her that she should cancel that. I would wait for him to return home at about 3:30. Stephanie phoned the school the next morning to tell them that I would be there to pick up Vinny and after that Vinny was to return home after school on the earliest bus. Stephanie thanked me for watching Vinny. I took a picture of Stephanie before leaving. The chore of paying me was not mentioned by either of us and I left. But I would be back to pick up Vinny after school on Monday. The next day, I waited at Vinny's school for Vinny to get out. While I was waiting, I read Stephanie's report on what she did. First she picked up her friend and then they went to a restaurant for a light lunch. The restaurant chosen was quiet and designed for adults without children. She was tired of going to the same places time after time. It seemed that if the place didn't server chicken nuggets she couldn't go to it. After lunch they went to have manis and pedis. They relaxed while attendants worked on their hands and feet. They also did a quick trim and styling of her hair since this was between the time of her usual appointments. They waled around the mall only stopping in stores that catered to women not to teenaged girls or young adults. They enjoyed trying on the apparel even clothing that they had no intention of buying. They passed a glamour shots-type photography studio and went inside. There they took pictures wearing several very pretty outfits. All of the pictures were sensual but none were too overtly sexy. They had dinner in a similar place as they had had lunch and then saw a romance movie before returning home. Stephanie rarely had days like this. If she would have taken Vinny with her, it would have been torturous to him and he would have complained non-stop. I had been so engrossed by reading Stephanie's report that I didn't notice Vinny leaving the school. When I did see him, he was visibly bothered by something. When I asked him, he told me that one of the bus drivers, Vinny indicated which one, yelled at him for not entering the bus even though Vinny had told him he was waiting for something. I strapped Vinny into my car and told him to wait while I had a word with this bus driver. When I caught up with him, I saw he was drinking a coffee while directing the children into his bus. I brushed his coffee and after he took another sip I started speaking. "Sir, I don't know what your name is, but I want you to remember how things were before I talked to you today as you will not be able to tell anyone what has happened. Then, I told him his punishment. You are incapable of yelling at another student. Starting at midnight tonight, will have the urinary and bowel control and awareness of a twenty month old toddler. You will have three times the desire to play with Barbies as the average seven-year-old girl and will so at every opportunity. You will not just simply collect Barbies as an adult might, but you will actively play with them like a seven-year-old would. You will do anything your wife wants you to do without exception. Tell me where you live. I wrote down the address and then told him I would visit his wife to discuss him. I suspect that the changes I just explained probably would be the least embarrassing aspects of his life in the future. Vinny and I drove home a minute or two later. I made Vinny a snack once at his house. The snack included a drink of course and when he was done I told him that one of his favorite games is dress-up. He then led me to his mother's room. He was about to look through her drawers when I told him that his mom would probably notice if he wore her clean clothes but if he wore the clothes in the hamper she would never notice. So we went into the bathroom and opened the hamper. Near the top were the clothes Stephanie wore Sunday. He was going to pick up some random clothes, but I suggested he wore a complete outfit just like his mom did. So he selected the top and knit pants Stephanie had worn the day before. I prompted him was that all she wore. Then he found the scarf that went with it. He then started to take off his pants. I again reminded him is that all she wore. He said "I think so?" "What about underwear?" "I guess she wore that." "If you are going to play dress-up, shouldn't you wear everything?" He agreed and I found a bra and panty set she probably wore the day before, but I couldn't be sure. He then started to strip and put on the panties. I snapped a picture of him wearing his first pair of panties. He didn't even notice that the gusset was slightly stained. He didn't care, he left train tracks in his underwear too. He then hooked the bra and put it on over his head like a shirt. I didn't say anything. Next came the top, although he called it a shirt. I knew it was really called a print shell, but no need to spoil his 'fun' with these details. He then pulled on the pants. This was probably the first time he wore pants that didn't have a pocket in them and he probably couldn't think of any pants he had that didn't have a zipper too. Next he tied the scarf around his neck. This time I decided to adjust it for him to get the proper look. He was going to leave when I suggested he put something in the cups of the bra. He was going to put some socks, but I told him that panties were a better choice. Especially since his mom rarely wore socks and the socks he was about to choose were his own. He wanted to play dress up which meant none of his own clothes. We then returned to his mother's room to find some shoes. We found the peep-toe flats she wore the day before. Of all the clothes the shoes actually fit the best. It seems they wore the same size shoes.. He then went to look in the floor length mirror which was attached to the back of his mom's bedroom door. I told him there was one last thing to put on before looking at himself. That was makeup. The most obvious type of makeup women wore is lipstick and we found a tube and he put it on. He did the best he could, but he didn't have a practiced hand. He puckered his lips and tried to put the lipstick around them like he was using crayons to color a picture. He tried to stay inside the lines. It didn't work perfectly, but it didn't matter. He then returned to the full-length mirror. He then started to pose. At first he tried to look natural. Then he tried to pose in an exaggerated stance like his mom. Then he started to mock her posture. Next he started to make he-man poses in her clothes. He found these hysterical. Then he moved back from the mirror and started to walk toward it in an overly girlish manner. I took pictures of his many poses. He tried every pose he could think of. Then he said he should wear something else. I told him if he wore too many of his mom's clothes she would notice. Then he got bored and was about to take her clothes off and put his back on. I told him why not just wear what you are wearing and lets go play some video games. He thought this was a great idea to combine dress-up with his other activities. After a while he didn't even notice he was wearing his mom's clothes. He was too engrossed in his other activities. Another picture was taken of Vinny playing his video games in his mom's clothes. Time passed and after dinner he finally took of his mother's clothes to have a bubble bath. He then put on his regular Pjs and went to bed before his mother returned home from work. I had many things I had to tell her. I was waiting for Stephanie when she returned home from work. I suggested she had a drink before I left because I had something to tell her. Once she had her drink, I could give her instructions. They didn't have to make sense or be told in any particular order. "Stephanie," I started, "Your work clothes are only for work and you must not wear them while doing anything else, like cleaning up or doing errands. So get dressed in the morning, but change into your work clothes only when you are ready to leave for work. You must also change your lingerie too. Leave the clothes you were wearing nicely folded on top of the hamper before you leave." "Stephanie, Vinny knows that you are only humoring him when you are playing with him. He knows you are letting him win. From now on you should play the games that Vinny likes to play to win. Not like his mother but like another eleven-year-old boy. You will find that once you give all his games a chance that you will really like playing them. Whether it be a video game or a board game or playing hide and seek or any game of imagination like playing with his action figures you will enjoy playing with them. You will learn to have fun playing with these things alone." "Yes, playing is fun." "Vinny tells me you are very serious with a man. That you want to marry him." "We haven't decided yet." "Take a break from dating him to date other people to see if he is the man for you. Join a computer dating service to find new men." "OK" "Let's go log onto your computer and set up and account for you." They went into Stephanie's bedroom and set up and account. Stephanie filled in the forms with all her information, including a statement of what she is looking for in a man and what she is like. Then they needed a picture for the profile. I suggested that she used one of the glamour shots she took yesterday. We looked through the pictures and found a very pretty one in which Stephanie was wearing a long wig. I suggested she used that one and it was uploaded to her profile. After we were done I left. Things were just about to start. The next day, I arrived at the house just before Stephanie was about to leave for work. I entered the house and she left. Just as I expected, an entire outfit was neatly folded and left on top of the hamper. There was an embroidered beaded blouse with twill drawstring pants. There were also some bikini panties with a matching bra. There weren't any shoes in sight, I was going to have to tell Stephanie to indicated which shoes she was wearing that day too. I waited for the bus to arrive with Vinny. It came on time. I saw the bus driver. I noticed a distinctive bulge in his pants. I wondered for a moment if he had soaked his diapers yet. I had talked to his wife this morning before coming here. She is the type of person who takes pleasure in embarrassing her husband at any possible opportunity. Well she is now that I have talked to her. Vinny entered the house and I had a snack already prepared for him. I informed him that everyday from now on his dress-up clothes would be waiting for him on the hamper. That he always puts them on as soon as he comes home from school and that he likes to wear his dress-up clothes because they are more comfortable than any of his regular clothes. I instructed him to teach himself how to fasten his bra in the back while wearing it. He was to consider this a game and not to come back down until he had mastered this skill. He trotted off to get started. While Vinny was getting dressed there was a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Jennings one of the neighbors. I knew her type in a second, she was here to get some gossip. She was probably wondering why a woman in her twenties was babysitting. I invited her in for a coffee, I have decided she need a hobby other than gossiping and poking into my business. "You aren't interested in anything that goes on over here," I said. Then I continued, "You need a new interest. What interests you now are breasts. You love them all. Big ones, little ones, perk ones and saggy ones you love them all. When you are around breasts you have to look at them. Everything about them interest you. Cleavage interest you. Whether the breasts are natural. What type of bra are the breasts in. You are totally obsessed with breasts. From the smallest nubs on a young girl to the saggiest breasts on an old woman all breasts interest you. You have little shame when it comes to breasts, if you want to stare you will stare. If you want to and get get away with it you will touch breasts that interest you. From now on, the things you enjoy doing the most all involves your breast obsession in some way." We finished our coffee and Mrs. Jennings left. I did have to clear my throat a few times to get her to raise her glance to my eyes, but I won't after today I hardly ever saw her. I wonder if she is spending a lot of time hanging out in lady's locker rooms. Maybe she'll apply for a job at Victoria Secret. He struggled trying to figure out how to properly fasten the bra. After a short while I went to see how he was doing. He was so cute, wearing panties and struggling to put on his bra that I took another picture. I gave him some pointers and then left the room. With the new directions he finally figured it out. He then took the bra off and put it back on until he had gotten the hang of it. Then he returned to the livingroom. I told him to do his homework. Just because he was wearing his mom's clothes is no reason not to do his homework. He fussed a bit but did as he was told. The rest of the day was an uneventful day of typical eleven-year-old boy: playing with toys, playing games, watching cartoons, eating candy. The only difference than with other boys was that he did it all while wearing his mom's clothes. But it all seemed normal to him. Days passed and we got into a routine. The routine would seem quite normal except for what Vinny was wearing. I took at least one picture of Vinny in whatever outfit he was wearing. Some weekdays, Stephanie had the day off. On these days, I wouldn't work. But when I talked to Vinny the next time I saw him I was told that he had lots of fun with his mom, although at times his mom would take too long on her turn when playing a computer game. I talked to him after a snack. I told him that he enjoys just playing with his mom. That he should even let her win because she enjoys it so much. After that there were no complaints at all. I did arrived unexpectantly and took a picture of Stephanie really enjoying herself playing with Vinny and his toys. After I left and Vinny was asleep, Stephanie started her computer dating. I made sure she did it in a fixed progression. First there would be an exchange of emails. Next there would be chat. After that there would be audio/video chat. But she looked a bit different than her picture for her video chat. In the glamour shot she was wearing a wig. I suggested that she should get the same wig to wear for these chats. She in fact bought three wigs (at my suggestion) the one in the glamour shot, one like her hair now and a third one that was different than both. During her computer dating time, she acted naturally, but was also very cautious. She didn't really know any of these guys so she never revealed where she lived or exactly where she worked anything like that. Actually this made it much easier to be herself since if it didn't work out these guys didn't know where to find her. Since she had to wear a wig I told her it would be easier to cut her hair so it would naturally fit under her wig. She agreed and I cut off almost all her hair. I gave her a buzz cut in which her hair was very short on top about a quarter inch long and down to stubble on the sides. Now her wigs fit on her easily and she could go from one to the other with no problem. She didn't notice that the hair she had left was styled in a fashion used by many of the boys in the neighborhood. No one saw it anyway since she always wore her wigs when people saw her. One day, Vinny and I were playing in Vinny's room and having a good time. Vinny was dressed in a very nice chiffon blouse and skinny jeans when we heard the doorbell ring. I went to get the door. One of Vinny's friends was at the door and asked if he could come out and play. I invited the little tike in and offered him a coke while I got Vinny. After he took a sip I told him, (I found out later his name was Andy) that no matter how he saw Vinny dressed or how he acted that he would think it was all normal. I brought Vinny to the kitchen where Andy was waiting. Then they quickly went to Vinny's room and played normally. Andy would come over to the house to play from time to time, but Vinny never went to Andy's house which suited Andy's mom just fine. I took several pictures of Vinny and Andy playing. Arriving at the house another day, I found Stephanie playing one of Vinny's games on his Xbox. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. She told me that since she started playing this game with Vinny that she had grown to really love it. It looked like she had been playing for a while since the dishes were still on the table. I asked her if she wanted me to help with the housework for a few extra dollars. She agreed but didn't notice she had never been paying me for my babysitting services to begin with. When Vinny got home that day, I had a little talk with him after his snack. His dress-up play would now go further in that he would straighten up the house. I have many cute pictures of Vinny dressed up and cleaning the house. If Andy came up he would stop and they would engage in more traditional play. Stephanie was upstairs in Vinny's room. She was playing with his action figures. She knew all of their names as well as their aliases and their back-stories. She was still dressed in her overnight clothes and so she didn't have any dress-up clothes laid out for Vinny for when he arrived home. So today I took it upon myself to select his dress-up attire. I selected a pretty vanilla top with a matching skirt, lace thong panties with a matching lace bra and pantyhose. Stephanie always wore pants while doing her errands and her panties were chosen more for comfort than for style. She never wore pantyhose so this was a different outfit than Vinny had ever worn before. It certainly was much more feminine. I laid the clothing out with three inch pumps and started to anticipate what Vinny would look like in today's outfit. I really wanted a picture of this. Vinny got home and didn't miss a beat. He simply put these clothes on like any other and went to his housekeeping chores just like the day before. When he was done, he had his snack. I told him that since he was wearing his mom's clothes he should also enjoy his mom's pastimes. So instead of watching his usual after school cartoons, he started to watch one of his mom's soaps. He enjoyed the program as instructed despite not understanding the adult relationships and situations. His mom had TIVOed the previous shows, although she hadn't been watching them in a while. She now prefers watching cartoons. So I suggested to Vinny that he should see the older episodes to start and get a handle on what was happening. He watched several episodes in a row. While he was watching I noticed that he didn't sit properly (ladylike) for the skirt he was wearing. He was dangerously close to showing the crotch of his pantyhose. I told him after dinner that he should keep a notice of how the women in the programs he now watched would sit and walk and try to emulate them while he was dressed-up. It took him a while to get the hang of it. He tried but he needed me to correct his posture and gait until he got it right. I also resolved to make sure that Vinny would wear heels and hose on occasion regardless of what Stephanie laid out for him. The hose and heels would distract from the fact that he had skinny, shapeless legs when he would be going out in public. The time had come for Stephanie to go out on her first date with one of the men she met while computer dating. I suggested she try to improve her appearance for the date, she should go out and get falsies to improve her bust, not too big a B-cup would be fine. She should get a waist cincher and a girdle that adds definition to her butt. She did as told. But when I saw her all dressed up for her date, I convinced her that she shouldn't start a relationship with a lie and that the man must accept her for the body she had. Her wig wasn't mentioned. She never wore those enhancements again although that became the standard undergarments of Vinny's dress-up games. Looking at the pictures I took, if you cover up the head, Vinny seemed to have quite a feminine shape with his new foundation garments. Vinny's pastimes had completely shifted from cartoons, games and toys to cleaning house, soaps and talk shows and reading fashion magazines and romance novels. The only time he played with toys was with his mother. Stephanie enjoyed playing more than Vinny did. Vinny enjoyed the closeness he had playing with his mother. I talked to Vinny and Stephanie and after I left Vinny told Stephanie about his dress-up game. Stephanie loved the idea. They switched the clothing that they were wearing. Then to continue the game, Stephanie went to play with the Xbox and Vinny washed the dishes and read one of Stephanie's romance novels. In the pictures I took Stephanie's woman's figure could still be seen under Vinny's boyish tee and jeans, but I'm sure if she wore baggier clothes she could look distinctly boyish. Stephanie and Vinny went clothing shopping the next time Stephanie had a day off. Stephanie brought a variety of both boys and women's clothing into the dressing room. The dressing rooms were private so Vinny could go in too. When they left, Stephanie had several outfits in boys sizes and styles for her as well as several outfits for Vinny in juniors sizes. Vinny couldn't come to the store wearing his falsies and other undergarments but they were sure it would fit regardless when they got home. They could return it if they had to anyway. From now on, Vinny wore panties all the time even to school. Stephanie usually wore underroos, but on occasion she would wear boys briefs. (Stephanie never knew I got a picture of her wearing nothing but her underoos and a baggy T-shirt. I was right, without her wig and wearing baggy clothes, at a quick glance you might mistake Stephanie for a boy.) Vinny picked his own outfits after returning home from school. I made sure that Vinny would wear more skirts and dresses than Stephanie ever did. Vinny also rarely wore flats anymore preferring shoes with a two or three inch heel. While Stephanie and Vinny were out shopping, I went to have a talk with Andy and his mother. After which Andy stopped coming over Vinny's house to play. But his mom started to come over quite regularly to have a cup of coffee with Vinny or to watch a movie or the soaps they both loved. I got some good pictures of them together. After dinner, Stephanie decided she wanted to go out and play with boys. She was tired of playing alone and she wanted to just rough- house as boys often do. I suggested that she join the YMCA, but if she did that she would have to look like a boy or it would be weird. It was decided that with her short hair, if she wore a big boy style of glasses and used some makeup to give herself freckles that she could pass for a boy. Her big problem was that she didn't move like a boy. Learning to walk like a boy wasn't too hard, but to learn to run like a boy was a bit more difficult. She also had to stop doing the typically girlish mannerisms she had developed all her life. I had talks with Vinny and Stephanie on occasion. Vinny stopped cussing and no one even noticed. Vinny also extended his dress-up games to see what he could get away with. Sometimes he would wear his mom's jeans to school and no one noticed that either. As long as the jeans had pockets they really looked pretty much the same. He would also wear some of his mom's shirts to school. No one cared what the size of a striped shirt was or noticed if a polo shirt Vinny was wearing buttoned on the wrong side. Stephanie could wear complete outfits in boys sizes including wearing underoos and boys sneakers and no one batted an eye either. People would make a bigger fuss when she was wearing her normal clothes but didn't wear makeup or a bra. Actually it was mostly if she didn't wear makeup, she could get away with not wearing a bra if the shirt she was wearing wasn't very tight. My phone rang when I was at the house. Stephanie was at work and Vinny was dusting the furniture. I went into the kitchen and took the call. "I told you I would call you when I was ready. .... Everything is on schedule, I don't have to give you regular updates. .... Well Vinny is dressing up every day. Under his clothes he wears panties exclusively. At home, he is usually in a skirt or dress and walks around in heels effortlessly. He hasn't played with toys in weeks. .... Well she has become a wiz at video games. I have seen her run through the house with her action figures on some sort of adventure. .... Yes, she is having a lot of fun, I know it is important for her to like what she is doing. .... Vinny too. .... Stephanie is about to go out in public as a boy and play with other boys. .... Yes, I think she can pull it off, without her wig with her hair cut so short she sort of looks like a boy. .... Boys look like their moms all the time. .... Well, I thought she could paint on freckles with makeup like Vinny has. Glasses could hid her face a bit too. .... If she says she's a boy no one will look too closely. .... Well hide them with bandages across her chest and bulky shirts. .... Yes, I know she doesn't have too many curves to begin with. .... I know she liked not having to watch her figure anymore. .... No I don't think she'll balloon up, she is so much more active now. I told you about her running around the house. .... I know you want Vinny when this is all done to be curvier than Stephanie was. .... We got falsies in a bigger size than Stephanie's natural breasts. .... Yes, and a waist cincher too. .... I really don't think we need more padding, but we can get that too if it is needed. .... Look I have to go, I think Vinny is about to clean this room now. .... Yes he has become quite a little housekeeper too. .... I have to go. .... Yes, he enjoys doing it. .... I know, I know you want them happier after the switch than they ever were in their own lives. I have to....." I hung up the phone when Vinny entered the room. It took some time but when she was ready, I went with her to sign her up for the Y. Vinny didn't need any supervision, but Andy's mother was at the house and they were chatting up a storm over coffee and cake. I took a picture of Stephanie before she left the house. Stephanie was dressed-up. She was wearing bulky clothes to hid her womanly assets. Her hair was naturally very short as I had styled it. With the glasses to hide her eyes (and more importantly her girlish eyebrows) and freckles we shouldn't have too much trouble. I took Stephanie to the Y and we filled out the forms. Stephanie couldn't join alone, she wanted to be treated like an eleven-year-old. No one expects a thing like this. Frankly they were more concerned that we was paying in cash. They preferred a credit card that could be charged on a monthly basis, but I couldn't sign for her. The name we signed Stephanie up as was Vinny. This was the first time anyone referred to Stephanie as Vinny. Stephanie was escorted inside. She shouldn't have too much trouble finding boys to play with. I told her before she disappeared that I would be back in two hours. It really wasn't as easy to make friends as Stephanie thought. There was a boy's hierarchy that didn't really exist with girls. She had to break into the boy's society. It didn't help that she would slip up with a feminine gesture from time to time. When she did at least one of the boys noticed and they called her names. This constant harassment cured her of her feminine ways quickly. She didn't get to play much at this first excursion to the Y, but she did learn a lot about being a boy. She resolved to try harder next time. When I arrived Stephanie told me that they were finishing up a game and that it would take a few more minutes. I took this opportunity to take some pictures of Stephanie with the boys at the Y. While I was taking my pictures a sexy woman in a very short leotard who was obviously looking for attention found her way into my shot. She was wearing a low cut U-neck leotard with a thong back and sheer footless leggings. She wasn't working out as you would expect one to do at the Y but she was trying to drive the men wild. I thought she should be more modest so when I saw her take a drink out of the bottle of water she was carrying I approached her. I feigned like I wanted to show her the pictures I had taken and she gave me her water so she could get a better look. When she was receptive to what I had to say, I told her the new life she wanted to live. "You will change your life. You are going to learn everything you can about being an extremely conservative traditional Islamic woman. Within a year you will have a completely different life. You will change you name to one of the women mentioned in the Qor'am. You will have moved to a small village in an Islamic country. You will be married to a traditional Islamic man and wear traditional Islamic clothes. You will always wear a long slip. Under the slip you will wear dark opaque tights. On your arms you will wear extra long sleeve extenders because you don't want anyone to see any part of your arm even by accident. Your outerwear will always be worn to cover the maximum area. You will wear Abayas, Jilbabs, Arabian Thobes in larger sizes than necessary to further hide your physical assets. Your hair and your face must be covered at all times. It won't be uncommon for you to wear three pieces of clothing on your head and over your face to preserve your modesty. Such as a turban cap to cover you hair, a scarf to cover you next all covered by a Burqa to keep your entire face covered including a translucent eye covering in the burqa. Even your hands will always be covered with Islamic gloves. The clothing you will wear will be black or a shade of white or grey. Nobody besides your husband and children will ever see any part of your actual body and even they will see it rarely. Even you should look away when you are changing your clothes. Once you find a husband you will become his. You will do anything he says. Any children you bare him will be his. You will consider yourself the caretaker of his children not their parent. You will forget ever being an American and all its culture. You will not only forget how to speak English but will forget ever knowing how to speak English in the first place. You will never learn how to read your new language. You believe that reading is only for men. Your entire life will be permanently reduced to living the humble life of an Islamic woman. Your entire existence will be to do as you husband wants. You will have no opinions, no thoughts, no wants or needs other than what your husband tells you to have. Now go get dressed and head for the library to learn how to live your new life." Stephanie was ready a minute or two after the woman left. I never even knew what the woman's name was. Doesn't matter too much it wouldn't be her name for much longer anyway. As Stephanie and I were leaving, a young man came up to us. He was kinda slight for a man. He asked me if I knew where his girlfriend had gone. Someone said they saw me talking with her before she left. I asked Stephanie to go ahead I would catch up. I was still holding his girlfriends water bottle. I gave it to him and after he took a sip, I gave him the exact same instructions as I did for his girlfriend. You really couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman under all those traditional Islamic clothes anyway. I then decided to make it a bit easier on him. I told him that there is a love potion in the water bottle that he should give it to the man he wants to marry. After he drinks it, tell the man that 'he will love me forever and wants to make me his wife.' Then I sent him off to the library as I did his girlfriend. After dinner, I told Stephanie that any time a boy criticized her for being girly in anyway, that she should correct it, but also threaten to beat the kid up and then follow through if the boy didn't back down. This gained Stephanie a lot of respect from the other boys. Vinny came home and he looked very worried. When I calmed him down he told me he almost got caught. "I was at school and I was wearing mom's jeans and one of mom's striped tops. All was going fine until I happened to drop some pens I was holding. I bent down to get them. I didn't realize I was wearing mom's low rise jeans and so I suppose I flashed the top of my panties. I was wearing mom's hipster panties. It was in a navy blue. One of the boys was about to grab them and give me a wedgie. I don't know what I would do if he grabbed them. He would see they were panties not my boys briefs. I heard him coming and turned around before he grabbed them. He said something about the color and I told him it was my superman underoos. I tell you it was a good thing I wasn't wearing tights or pantyhose too." I calmed him down and told him to be more careful about the waist of the jeans he wore to school and that maybe he should wear more bikinis to school. Maybe he could start wearing bodysuits which looks like tucked in shirts, this would protect his panties from wedgie causing boys. He said he had never heard of a bodysuit before. So we found some on the internet and I explained how you snap the crotch and it keeps the shirt from riding up. I phoned Stephanie and she said we could go shopping for some. Bodysuits were hard to find, but we did find some leotards and bought a few with some matching tights. When Vinny wore his leotards to school, he was invulnerable to wedgies. I debated whether to go and see this boy. Maybe he would like to be the tallest yet shiest boy in kindergarten. Or better yet, maybe he could start wetting his bed and before he knew it be wearing diapers (not pull-ups but regular diapers) full time. I wonder if he has any interest in dance because I could have him join the ballet class. He would have to wear leotards and tights just like all the other students. Vinny shouldn't be the only boy in his grade wearing leotards. Maybe all his interests could change to girlie ones. Or his interests wouldn't change but he would just develop an uncontrollable need to fit in with the girls. I then realized that Vinny didn't tell me who it was. I'll think about this later, I have other things to do. By now, not only were Stephanie and Vinny wearing each other's clothes as often as possible, but they were not sleeping in each other's room. It was time to put this thing into high gear. I new what I wanted to tell them so after dinner, I gave them both a tape to listen to. "Stephanie," her tape started, "you hate being a woman. You envy Vinny's life. You want to be a little boy. There isn't any fun when you are a woman. It is all responsibilities and putting up with people. All the men you know only want one thing and all the women are snakes always trying to stab you in the back. Everything is simple and direct when you are a boy. You can play fun games, not games with people's heads. Jokes are more fun. They are all about farting and burping. You don't have to worry about the complex relationships of others. You are cute in anything you wear and can wear the same things over an over. You don't have to waste time picking outfits or putting on makeup. You are taken care of, you don't have to worry bout going to work or paying the bills." The tape when on and on, explaining why being an adult woman is hard and painful and how much more fun and easy it is to be just a boy. When it ended, not only did Stephanie want to be Vinny, but she could justify it to herself. Vinny's tape was similar in the opposite direction. It started, "Vinny, you hate being a little boy. You want the freedom of being a grown woman. You hate when adults or bigger kids boss you around. This does not happen when you are a grown woman. As a woman you can do anything you want. You can get a job or stay home and let a man take care of you. You can wear pretty things or just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. People listen to pretty women. People like having pretty women around. With a little makeup you can be as pretty as your mom. You can be even prettier since you are younger. Playing games is just a silly waste of time, you want to do things more important like having a job, getting married, raising children." Vinny's tape also went on and on extolling the virtues of being a grown woman. It came down to women are free to do as they want and make choices from what they wanted to wear to whether they wanted to work or get married. When the tape was done, Vinny could tell you why he wanted to be his mom instead of a dirty, silly boy like himself. When the tapes concluded, I talked with each of them. I told Stephanie that I did as she wanted and had given Vinny a drug that made him highly suggestible. That I had convinced him as she had told me to that he wanted to be her and that when he asked about it, she should agree like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then I went to fetch Vinny and I told him the same thing I had told Stephanie. Vinny nervously approached Stephanie. He told her what he wanted and she sat patiently until he had finished and after a moment she agreed to his plan. Both thought it was their idea and that they were manipulating each other. I took pictures of this turning point moment when Vinny was telling Stephanie they should switch lives. They then got together to decide how to make this happen. I had my own ideas about this and helped them. The first thing I told them they should work on was to teach Vinny how to put on makeup. They went into the bathroom and Stephanie gave Vinny a starter lesson on which makeups were which and how to use each of them. The intricacies of makeup would take longer than it would with a normal girl because he would have to learn how to use the makeup not only to make himself pretty, but also to make him look more like Stephanie and to look like an adult. He would have to do all this without making the makeup look overly done. I took lots of pictures of Vinny learning to put on makeup and Stephanie helping him. Most of the learning had to be done by Vinny. Stephanie knew much more about being a boy than Vinny did about being a woman. She already knew all his toys and games. She knew how boy's dressed. She was learning how boys behaved through the hard knocks at the Y. She made one slip up in a gesture and the boys were all over her. It was much easier to be a boy than be a woman. But it wasn't all that simple. Stephanie had to learn to be genuine. She had to not purposely try to get dirty, she had to naturally get dirty because she cared more about playing than being clean. She had to not just laugh at fart jokes, she had to make herself truly think they were funny. She had to not only joke about balls and dicks but act like she has them. She made "suck my dick" a common phrase to be used while she was with 'other' boys. She had to learn how to not appreciate anything that was girly or mature. This was the most difficult. Many things that used to give her an emotional response she would now have to treat with indifference. She had to not only get over squeamishness about the gross stuff she had to do, but she had to learn to enjoy doing these things. I talked with her and told her that when it came to anything gross she wouldn't have a problem with it unless she could really get hurt. She should act first and then worry about the consequences later on stuff that could result in a broken bone. She would cuss often when there weren't any adults around. She could especially start using the words cock, dick and balls in her speech. Especially referring to her balls or her dick. She should act like a tough guy until something went very wrong and at that time she would 'want her mommy.' To be short I told her she wanted to act like a kid in every way possible. Stephanie took the earlier shift at work so she could spend more time with Vinny when he came home. She had to teach him not only about makeup, but also about how to treat people. She was hyper-aware of what she did while she was with adults and would gain insights which she would then teach to Vinny. Without either of them realizing it, Vinny's bedtime became later and later, they needed the time to practice. Some days Stephanie would stop off at the park to sit and watch the boys playing. She tried to look nonchalant but she was actually envious of the boys. She wanted to play with them so much. She was in heaven when an occasional ball would come close and she could through the ball back. The boys didn't notice that she threw the ball back properly. But she noticed that she no longer threw 'like a girl.' There were girls playing at the park too, but they held no interest for her, although sometimes she would think that the girls didn't know how much fun they were missing. Being a boy was so much more fun than being a girl. The only thing that she envied boys more about other than being able to play was to be able to pee standing up. That was the most convenient thing in the world. You didn't have to even use a bathroom. A boy could find a tree, open his zipper and pee and then get back to the action in less than a minute. She could be a boy in every other way but she would never be able to do that. Before Stephanie got home from work, I suggested that Vinny look over the emails and other communications that Stephanie had while she was computer dating. I went over in exhaustive detail how he should read these communications and what he should get out of them. The emails were an insight into how she truly thought about herself and how she communicated with men. This was something that Vinny hadn't any experience with. I instructed Vinny that he had to not only memorize the communications but he had to internalize them. He had to make everything that she said and the way she said it part of himself. He already liked what she liked, the TV, romance novels, fashion magazines, keeping a clean house, but he had to also believe he loved getting flowers and hearing the laughter of children. These more esoteric things he had to embrace. These things had to come out of him naturally as if they were a part of him. (Stephanie on the other hand had to become a crude boy which was much easier.) He started by reading her profile which had a statement at the end. He read the statement out loud and made himself not just read the statement but live the statement. It started simply, "Hi, my name is Stephanie. I would love to tell you all these wonderful things about myself, however I am not perfect. A little honesty about myself? I'm a single Mom to the most amazing pain in the butt eleven-year-old boy I have ever had the joy to love. I hope to have more children with the right man. I love to cook while listening to music, hike in the woods, take long drives (you know the kind where you get lost without a map? Love those!). I have to admit though that home is my favorite place to be. I like working on projects around the house, playing in the yard, or tending our garden. I also have an addiction to reading romance novels. I absolutely love to get lost in a good book." He read this and imagined that he was his mother and that he was actually thinking these things. After the quick statement there was a more long drawn out description of her life that went into her true feelings. Her hopes and dreams. She revealed her core not by what she was saying, but how she was saying it. The words she used the emphasis on certain themes how she came back over and over to the things that were important to her. How she placed a greater emphasis on the emotional than anything else. She was a fully formed complex person. She would say something about herself but would then contradict it later with another aspect of her personality. She wanted to be vulnerable but she had to be strong for her son. She considered herself to be demure but she had a wonderful sense of humor and could laugh at somewhat bawdy jokes. Vinny tried to take this all in. He had to not just live her life, but he had to feel it emotionally as she did. He wasn't going to be a boy acting like a woman he was going to be a woman in mind and soul. He wouldn't flirt with men as he had seen his mom do many times before because she did it. He would have to do it because it made him feel good. Flirting validated him as a desirable woman. The profile also asked her for the type of man she was looking for. What she was looking for in a relationship said as much about her as how she described herself. Vinny took this in too and tried to make it part of his being too. When he would eventually go out on a date with a man, he would have fun or not have fun not because he was fooling this man into thinking he was a woman. No, it would be because this man either did or did not appeal to him at an emotional level. This man may have appealed to his inner being and that inner being wasn't an eleven-year-old boy pretending to be his mother. No that inner being, his true self is a complex adult woman who was spending time with a man that she liked and was considering spending the rest of her life with him. He knew that every bit of the little boy in him had to either be excised from his personality or be made part of the complex tapestry that would be the personality of an adult woman. Through these emails and chats he developed the emotions of a woman. But it was the video chats which put him to the test. He had to not only say how he felt about something, but he also had to show the emotions through his eyes and expressions. This is where he learned his mom's mannerisms. It was hard for his mom to teach him these things because they were done without her thinking, but they were plain as day when you show them on the screen. When Vinny thought he had all this down, he started answering the new requests that were still coming from the dating service. It was slow going but if he made a mistake, he would just move on to the next man. He would also have to give a brush off to a man that Stephanie would not like at all. This required practice too. Vinny continued to take baths only now he would put in his mom's bathsalts instead of bubble bath. Fragrance became important to him. Every much as makeup was. He had to make sure his fragrances were layered on and didn't clash. There was the fragrance of the bathsalts. But there was also the fragrance of the after bath splash. You had to also consider the fragrance of the perfume and of the deodorant. It was the little things that meant so much if he wanted to be a woman. Stephanie had to force herself to not care about all the things that Vinny was learning about. It didn't matter what she wore. She had to stop thinking ahead. That would be Vinny's job to see that she had everything or to make sure she had a jacket with her. Boys sometimes left things at other people's houses such as the aforementioned jacket. Stephanie had to learn to be forgetful, she couldn't just leave it there on purpose. As with Vinny it was the little things that meant so much if she wanted to be a boy. Vinny and I were at the mall several miles away from home. Vinny was dressed as Stephanie and we were looking for some new outfits. Vinny just loved to shop now especially for pretty clothes or the latest fashions. While looking over some wool skirts Vinnie saw Charlie a boy from his school. Vinny got a bit nervous since this was the first time one of his friends had seen him dressed up, well except for Andy. Charlie was out shopping with his mother Doris who was Stephanie's friend. Vinny thought that Charlie would recognize him and he did, but it was Doris who greeted him by calling him Stephanie. They started some small talk. Vinny could talk about fashion and TV shows, but there were topics that Vinny didn't know. At those points he would cover as best he could and when asked about work, Vinny said it was going fine and that she would be working this afternoon. Stephanie was actually working as they spoke. One thing led to another and the four of them found themselves having lunch in the food court. Eating relaxed Vinny and before long he was effortlessly chatting with Doris. Vinny developed natural feminine gestures and mannerisms. He became more expressive with his hands and actually touched Doris' hand to make a point in a naturally girlish manner that he would never have done with his friends. Charlie seemed distant and bored. He clearly didn't want to be out shopping with his mother especially since she was clothes shopping for herself. I started daydreaming. Wouldn't it be nice if Charlie and Doris were closer as they used to be. When Charlie was two, Doris was probably his whole world and wouldn't that be great to have again. Not during the day, Charlie had to go to school, but what about in the evenings. I could see it now, I could make them close again. The day would be normal and then it would be time for dinner. Doris could put a bib on Charlie and cut up all his food into tiny bites. He would only need a spoon to eat or better yet he would use his hands. Doris would find his messy face simply adorable. Doris would wipe his face and hands on occasion to get them clean. After dinner she would breast feed him just like she did when she was nursing him all those years ago. After they were done, she would put him into a safe place to play where she could keep an eye on him. Later she would give him a bath making sure to lovingly scrub him everywhere like behind his ears and his private areas. She would get wet while he played with toys but the closeness would be worth it. After his bath she would put him in a disposable diaper. She would make sure to use lots of sweet smelling powder. After the diapering she would hold his PJs for him to step into. Then she would tuck him into bed and read him a bedtime story until he fell asleep. Yes that's the way it should be. The sound of a cell phone broke my dream. It was Charlie's sister Karen calling Doris to find out where they were. Karen had been shopping by herself and wanted to know where they were. Doris told her to come to the food court. I realized that I could make the changes in Doris' and Charlie's relationship but I would also have to talk to Karen. But what about Charlie's dad, I would have to talk to him too and there could be no more friends stopping over after dinner. No it was too much trouble and I am busy with Vinny and Stephanie so I'm not going to bother, but it was a nice dream though. Stephanie started carrying a gameboy in her purse. If it wasn't for the gameboy and the candy and other boyish things she kept in her purse she would have stopped carrying one altogether. She preferred to carry things in her pockets. But the purse was the perfect hiding place for all her boyish pleasures. She played her gameboy whenever she could get away with it. She also changed her eating habits by eating more fast foods. Vinny was getting too old for happy meals and kids meals but Stephanie ordered them on occasion anyway. She did so even when the toy was too juvenile for an eleven-year-old. She had a ready answer if she got caught playing with the gameboy. She said that she took it from her son for one reason or another and that she wanted to see how it worked since he was spending so much time playing it. The more brazen she got in doing boyish things the more ready answers she had to have if she was caught doing them. Stephanie wanted to bike ride. She liked it as a woman, but with a boy's perspective it would be more fun. She wouldn't be riding to get anywhere or to lose weight or to see the scenery. But bike riding to a kid was an adventure. She wanted to go places and take risks with her bike. To ride through gravel, to jump over stuff. To ride as fast as she could towards a wall and stop just in time. Foolish things she would never do as an adult and certainly not as a woman. She wanted to take Vinny's bike not her own. Vinny's was more rugged that hers and she wanted to use it to its limit...or at least to her limit. She decided it wasn't time yet to do all those things, so she made sure she was dressed entirely in boy's clothes and took her bike out and planned the things she would do when she could be truly be a boy. Vinny would take days off of school on occasion to go to work with Stephanie. Part of being an adult was to do her job. I talked to Stephanie's boss before hand so there was no problem. Stephanie would explain how things were done and what she was doing. She would bring Vinny into the kitchen to show him around and to meet her friends but really so he knew how everything worked back there also. By this time, Vinny wore a bra more often than Stephanie did. He wore a bra to school every day. Vinny was preparing his classmates for the style of clothing that Stephanie would wear when she attended his school as Vinny, including telling his friends that he needed glasses and that he would have to start wearing them soon. Although Vinny did let his hair grow. Vinny took it all in. How Stephanie interacted with the staff. How she interacted with the customers. How she dealt with the boss. What Stephanie did while she was on a break. Vinny didn't have any practical waitressing experience but he did know how it was supposed to work. Vinny needed to get the paperwork in order to be recognized as an adult too. He needed credit cards with his signature, well his version of Stephanie's signature. He would also need a photo id. He needed a checking account and all the other cards you would fine in a woman's purse. I took Vinny to get his passport. This would be the first piece of identification with Vinny's picture but Stephanie's name on it. We took Stephanie's birth certificate and some bills to show his residency. I came along to state that I was a citizen and I have known Stephanie for several years. It took several weeks for the passport to arrive. Once this arrived, getting credit cards and other forms of ID were easy. Soon Vinny had a whole wallet of cards. He had credit cards and debit cards, a driver's licence, insurance cards, a social security card and even card from the local DVD store all with Stephanie's name and sometimes her picture but his signature. All the paper work said that he is Stephanie a 34-year-old woman. Tonight was the night of Vinny's big date with one of the computer dating guys. This would be one of the final tests. Stephanie had taught him what to do on a date. How to flirt and make the man feel important. How to talk about himself but not too much and most importantly about the physical elements of it