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A Change of Life, Part 10 by LaShaunda As I cudded with James and pressed my head against his chisled chest, I began to think that my recent sexual experience with him may have been crossing yet another threshold next to the "point of no return." It was bad enough that I (naturally a straight white male) had given a tall LeBron James-esque black man the blowjob of his life. Even worse was that my former-sons had peeked through the door and had probably watched the whole thing, laughing and giggling at their erstwhile father. I had a deep sinking feeling that even in the back of my head, even if we somehow navigated our way back to white male-hood, my kids would forever taunt me for the depth of sluttiness I had sunk to. I may never regain my respect as a white-man again. My sons or daughters would go off to college soon, and what would they think about their golddigging father !!!! It felt like it was yet another milestone as I sunk deeper and deeper into womanhood. I looked up at James's sculpted black face (sleeping), and mulled over so many mixed feelings. Yet, I almost felt a bit relieved, as my suck-job seemed to have "broken the ice," and had given me a role in this house now. The next morning, I got up bright and early to prepare breakfast for the girls..... Both Tanisha and Ashanti came down the stairs. Even though they snickered and giggled a little bit, and bantered like typical teenaged girls, the odd thing was that they didn't look at me weirdly or anything. I wasn't sure if anything would be said about last night. "Hey Mom," said Tanisha, "You weren't on the couch last night. Did you go to sleep with James?" "Uh, uh, yes," I said frankly, "I did sleep in his room, end of." "OMG, OMG," Ashanti was almost giddy at hearing this. Tanisha giggled too.... "Wow mom," said Tanisha, "You really seems to be gettin' cozy with James..." "MMM, yes," I said defiantly, "I am his girlfriend now, and to be honest with you, you can probably expect that I will act like his woman. I know it may be a tough subject to bring up, but I think that will just be a fact of life around here." "OMG mom," said Tanisha.... Perhaps this was yet another nail in the coffin of her dying manhood ??? I really just told Tanisha that I would be acting in the "girlfriend" role just to get her to shut up and not always on my case about how close I would or wouldn't be getting with James. I figured it would just be easier and keep the "drama" from the house if it was just accepted. "Anyway mom," said Tanisha, "DeShaun wants me to go out with him next weekend, but I am soooo nervous. It seems you are doing OK with the guys though. Do yous have any advice? I really wan' DeShaun to go crazy over me." "Oh sweetie," I said, "Just be yourself and act naturally, and he will love you." "But he can feel that way about any girl.... You know, I's just really want him to LIKE like me...." "Ohh," I said, "Well, since you guys seemed to get a bit close at the Lil' Romeo concert, you know he might move in for a kiss on your date. And if he does, that is perfectly fine. He may even want to make out." "Do you have any tips," Tanisha asked eagerly...? "On making out? I think you will do best if you just let the kissing come naturally. One tip that Christine used to use with me though, when we made out, was that as we kissed, she would discreetly take her elbow and nudge the sides of me penis. You know, she'd kind of very quietly do things to probe around there, to see if I 'responded' and was ready to take things further...." "So what should I do?" "Well, you have my blessing on this, I suppose, since you are completely a young woman and almost an adult. I would just say when you are making out, use your elbow or your knee to make discreet swipes at his penis. If he begins to respond and gets more aroused or sports an erection, then you know you can take things further. This move will totally get him on your good side and I think he will really develop feelings for you, especially if he knows you are the kind of girl who will turn him on like this." "Wow mom, Thanks !!!" Just then, James came down the stairs. "Hi ladies," he said to the three of us. "Hi James," we all said demurely. We were literally three African- American females just loitering around his kitchen table. "Ladies," said James, "After breakfast, I need all three of you to go upstairs and get changed into outfits with skirts, pantyhose, and high- heels. I don't care about the rest of the outfit you put together, but what you wear must have these three components. Even though school is out for the girls, I have Cha'relle, and an ettiquitte teacher that will be spending every day this week working on comportment lessons.... Especially stuff like walking in heels. Then, next week, its time for Dance Camp." "Oh my," said Tanisha.... "I guess I only will have one date with DeShaun... I got to make it count." ---- As much as we wanted to have fun in James's giant mansion-type house, we were sooo busy and burnt out with the constant comportment lessons. Not only did we learn classic ettiquitte, but the girls were drilled by Cha'relle on yet more mannerisms appropriate for typical teenaged black girls. However, I barely was able to focus on what my sons were being subjected to, as I had to spend all day at the kitchen table, learning a slew of the most mundane details about salad-forks and other table manners. This was because James wanted me to be very prepared for swank corporate dinners I might have to attend with him. Fortunately, the need for me to be seen with him at public appearances had been kept to a minimum. However, with the competition for named-partner heating up, I was sure to have the spotlight shined in my ebony face, very soon !!!! I was so busy, in fact, that I was barely even able to pay attention to the host of potential homebuyers constantly coming and going to Open- houses at Mr. Peabody's place (James's neighbor who had put his home up for sale.) Normally I was always so interested in potential new neighbors and friends in my old neighborhood. Over this week though, me and my daughters were so busy that I could barely stop and think. For example, I'd be drilled on putting together matching outfits without any assistance.... I would be required to go to my room, and change into the appropriate skirt, blouse, pantyhose, and heels (and then do my makeup), and then Cha'relle would look me over to see if I was presentable. If not, I had to go back and start all over again. It was tough work, and totally boring to my male psyche, but the constant drills at least made my feminine bearing become more effortless and natural. I began to look in the mirror and have "natural" feminine thoughts come to me. As Dave Miller, my idle thoughts drifted to topics like cars and baseball. Now, however, as LaShaunda, I was apt to look in the mirror and wonder things like "which color of lipstick goes best with my outfit," or, "would I look better with my hair up." I was also relieved that James finally came to me and told me that: The need for me to use "Ghetto-talk," a.k.a. Ebonics was now at an end for me and my girls. James explained to me that we were basically uppity black "buppies" (white yuppies), and that we were distant from the urbanized majority of the African-American population. Our pretensions were to be white and professional, and we would speak proper English, but with a "black accent." This was much easier on me as I now had one fewer thing to constantly have to think about. I was told that we had just been forced on Ebonics as we had to be quickly broken from our old white-male speech patterns and ways of thinking. In James's house, another thing I kept thinking about was that my parents (the boys' grandparents) would eventually find out what was going on and discover our new location. It was easy enough to hide from them when we were going back-and-forth. However, the parents would soon be wondering where the heck their son and grandsons ran off to this summer, and they would track us down and see... (it would not be hard, since they would just ask the neighbor for my new address)..... I obviously had every faith that James could explain the situation to my parents with them, but I was mortified at the embarassement of my father seeing me as a luscious ebony woman. I could hide it if I just dressed as "LaShaunda" every so often, as before, but the truth could not be hidden forever, especially if it was now almost irreversable... Eventually, my father would see the "pride of his loins" all tarted up as a Nubian hottie !!!! It was a deathly-embarassing situation for me, but I would cross that bridge when I came to it. I was sick at the thought of my whole family knowing that I and my two sons became black women, but what could be done about it now? We were so committed. In the evenings, after our long days of training, there was also no rest. We could eat a quick dinner around 3:PM and maybe surf the Internet for a little while. However, the Shanice O'Collins school of Dance, and the Soul Sista's were gearing up for their recitals, and it was soon off to the dance studios for long evenings of practice..... I had dance lessons with Jenny lined up for me too, and I was becoming quite a skilled little "booty shaker"... (she had begun to teach me other styles of dancing like Salsa, that I could use socially with James.... and when James was due to have free-time after making partner, he said that he would begin practicing with me !!!) Around 4, both girls would go upstairs and change into their white tights, black leotards, and sweats, and come down ready to go. At the studio, Ashanti was practicing exclusively with Darius for their showcase dance coming up that weekend. Ashanti was getting really good and polished as a little ballerina. That Tuesday evening, I was even shocked to see a lady who was a scout from the Harlem ballet there at Shanice's studio, looking at the dancers. Unknowingly, I struck up a conversation with her.... "Do you have a daughter who goes here," I asked her as she was intently studying the girls... "Oh no," she said, "I am here from the Harlem ballet... I'm a scout, you see, and this is one of the schools that they look at for offering scholarships and entry-level positions. If a girl from a school like this is good enough, she can get on at the HB doing background roles, with a chance to compete for more prestigious parts..." "Wow, that is great that you guys give such opportunities. I had no idea that things like that were open to girls from this studio." "Well honestly, it is pretty exclusive," she said, "And I'm only here to scout out a short list of girls whom I have heard have distinguished themselves..." "Who, if you don't mind me asking?" "Shanice sent me good words about Aiesha Washington, Shanelle Polk, Ashanti Jackson, and Tanisha Jackson..." "Wait, wha... " I said with surprise ".... both of those are my daughters." "You must be very proud," she said, "The scouting report says: Ashanti... A very poised and graceful little ballerina, with delicate lithe limbs and fluid body movements.... She has long dancer's legs and a muscular torso.... excellent pointework and footwork, and a strong natural aptitude for dance...." "And Tanisha Jackson.... A strong, vigorous dancer with powerful movements and turns. She has compelling facial expressions and rippling sense of anger or defiance as she dances. She seems to express the inner yearning of a young girl who is yearning to break free from some stifling oppression... Specific notes: she dances almost as powerfully and compellingly as a man." "Wow," I said, "those are my two girls right in there. Tanisha is wearing the black turtleneck leotard and white tights, and Ashanti is in the black cap-sleeved leotard." "They look amazing," said the scout, "Very natural and talented. I am definitely going to give them a top mention." "I can't thank you enough," I replied, "I mean, it flatters me that you are out here and giving them a chance. They both dream of being professional ballerinas." "Well, its not that easy," said the scout, "It takes years of practice, hard work, and dedication, and then a huge windfall of luck. And then, if you are extremely fortunate, you may get on in the back line of the Rockettes, or as an extra in a theatrical production. But who knows, maybe dancing for a professional ballet company is in their future." "I know James would support their dreams." "I should be brutally honest with you though," said the scout, " There is almost no market in America for black ballerinas. Most of the major companies all want white girls for the prima roles. It is a big pity, but the fact of the matter is that a role like "Clara" in the Nutcracker will ALWAYS be filled by a little white girl, for any big production at least...... And I will tell you that MANY of the girls who had dreams of being a ballerina came out to New York, danced as a lilac flower for 2 years; then bounced and danced in a musical; then got cut and could only get a job in some strip club.......... Its a dream that has big rewards but big risks." "Well, all of that is very hypothetical at this point," I said, "Both of my girls will probably go on to college, but I really do appreciate your interest. Can I have your business card." "Of course." Just then, Jenny called from me from the auxilliary studio room... "LaShaunda, its time for your private lesson." "Ohh, gotta go, it was lovely talking to you." I dashed off the Ladies' room, and I quickly slipped off my tight purple plush-velvet tracksuit. Underneath, I wore my white tights, and coincidentally, the same light-green leotard I wore the other night when I gave James head for the first time... (this leotard now gave me "special sexy chills and memories" that made me feel amazing when I wore it.) I slipped on my ballet slippers, and dashed off back to the ballroom floor in my dance-attire, past the other rooms of girls all taking ballet. Much to my shock, I saw James there waiting for me, wearing a pair of very tight black slacks, and a black sweatshirt (plus his dance shoes).... His nylon trousers were incredibly tight, and my eyes were instantly drawn (again) to his large conspicuous male member, which he sported like a trophy. "Hey baby gurl," he said, "I just thought I'd get started today, and join you for your dance lesson. Jenny here can teach us some hot salsa, and other dance moves we can use when we start going out clubbing." "You gonna' take me to all the hot nightspots," I said ? Despite James's tight trousers, he was clearly the "man" in our partnership, and I was the woman in my leotard, tights, and panties. I think James was a bit aroused, actually, seeing me in the leotard I had pleasured him in, as he was licking his lips... As James was the man, our instructor Jenny informed him that he would be "leading," and she had us take our positions for the basic salsa steps. James put his hands around my waist (very close to my ass), and I cradled his neck. We looked into eachother's eyes Jenny reviewed with us the basic steps for Salsa... We'd start by doing the back-front-back-front thing, and then the side to side sways and steps. "I can't wait to take you out," said James, "There are so many great nightspots I haven't hit up in so long. Just been busy with work, you know." "Its all right honey, I understand. You can start today making me your woman." We ran through a basic dance pattern, and I made sure to swivel my hips and shake my ass. James was getting quite into the dance too, even spinning me around like a top. He was quite a strong partner who led assertively. It was amazing actually having him manuver me around the dance floor. He would press on my back with one hand, giving me signals for where I should move. We started dancing, and we had much fun, with Jenny now teaching us several types of spins. I actually found that I now couldn't wait to go out to a hot salsa club with James, and I was thinking about which pair of tight animal-print slacks I'd like to wear out. I now spent alot of time putting together in my head which sexy outfits I'd like to wear out to various places. As we danced, James started to get a bit close, on more than one occasion sweeping his protruding cock against my tights, my butt, or my leotard. I felt the discreet swipes and rubs, and he was clearly wanting to get closer and closer to me. Jenny seemed to turn a blind eye. I knew closeness was normal for dancing, but James was clearly getting a bit "turned on," and he wanted "something more." As we danced futher, I began to oblige him, and I even pressed my buttcrack right up against his cock as he moved in for yet another "bump and grind." This time, Jenny saw it... "Its quite all right," LaShaunda, "Its normal for black couples to get a bit more sexual when they dance. Black people are just a bit "freer" than white people. When you go out to a black club for the first time, you will be shocked by seeing just how much the couples are all over eachother." "I've heard about it, and seen it in the movies," I said, "But I wasn't sure if it was really like that." "Black people are much closer with eachother because during slave-days, there was no privacy, and everyone lived in the big house and was all up in eachother's biz.... Back in those days, we all did nothin' but dance, and stuff like cakewalks." "Oh, ok...." "Anyway, its quite all right if you and James 'get close' when you dance in here," she said, "Its a private lesson that he is paying for, and no one else is watching or will care." I still felt a bit too conservative to treat James to a "bump and grind" lap dance right here in a dance studio though. (that could wait for home)..... We continued to learn more moves though, and James lost none of his aggressive passion as he sauntered closer to me. I had to admit that I did like his attentions. "Maybe you can wait until we get home, and then you can go "all out"... "I whispered to him quietly as he swiped his cock on my tights yet again. He was impossibly hard and aroused... "Ok, ok," he said, "Lets see if the girls are done with their ballet lessons yet, and then we can head out. Meet me in my bedroom ASAP, as soon as we get back.... I'm sorry LaShaunda, I just get carried away sometimes...." "Its quite all right boo," I comforted him.... "Don't worry, I really like you, and I don't mind if you get close or aggressive. So I quickly got back on my tracksuit outerwear, just as Tanisha and Ashanti were spilling out of pointe class with all of the other girls. Both girls were so cute, laughing and chatting with all of the other little black girls. Tanisha still seemed to be quite close with Danielle, which I thought was cute. I still thought that maybe Danielle would be an ideal girlfriend for Ryan, when Ryan went back to being a white boy. "Come on girls," I said, "Lets get your stuff together and go home. "Ohh mom, can we chill with our friends for a little while," whined Ashanti.... "Not tonight sweetie," I said, somewhat aroused and feeling I wanted to go home and hop into James's bed...... "Just get your sweats on and lets get out of here. You can hang with your friends tomorrow...." "Ok, bye Shawquanda," said Ashanti as she untied her pointe shoes, and changed back into her pink and white tennis shoes. James seemed to be in a hurry to leave too, probably because of the not- so-subtle hint I dropped his way. We all walked out and jumped in James's car, with the girls waving bye to their friends the whole time. The girls sat in the back seat and looked so cute, just sitting there in their tights and in their PINK blazers (from Victoria's Secret).... We were really just like any other uppity African American family. Any onlooker would have just seen a dad, a mom, and two perfect black teenaged daughters. We were the "Obama Dream." James crushed his foot on the petal in a desperate bid to get back to our house. As I looked over at the driver's seat, I could clearly see he was still sporting a raging erection through his tight trousers. His thing was twitching and throbbing. Clearly he was extremely aroused and wanted to just get back home to his bedroom, where he could get satisfied and relieved. We sprinted up the door, and James ran into his room and crashed onto his bed. "Uh, no other training tonight girls," he called out, "Just get some sleep." I followed James in. The man sprawled out on his bed. He was turgid and he began stroking himself. He moaned and groaned with pleasure and arousal. "Oh my LaShaunda, you have no idea the effect you have on me." "Oh, I think I have some idea," I teased... "Just please be gentle with me and try not to make too much of a mess." "I gotta see you in that leotard again," said James as he pulled his trousers down, revealing a massive flagpole. I unzipped my plush velvet tracksuit and peeled it down, once more exposing my very shapely ass. I caught a glimpse of myself again in one of James's mirror, and I briefly admired what an incredible-looking black woman I had become. This was no passing illusion, but a real, live, ebony goddess created by James. I had been sort of an embryonic man whom had been used on a petri-dish basis for molding a most perfect black chick. It was as if "Dave Miller" was sort of a meaningless, genderless body that had been "tricked out" by a wealthy sponsor into a luscious black woman of any man's dreams. How can i explain, in the most dumbed-down terms: It was as if "Dave Miller" had been the very basic "Mr. Potato Head" that came in the kit, but James had had free license with me to do whatever he wanted and mold me how he pleased. Dave Miller himself was a non-entity, with no personality, interests, or special purpose in this world. I was completely impressionable, which allowed me to be used for the growth of "LaShaunda." I think James chose me because he knew how malleable I was. "Now come to me baby gurl," said James, breaking my reverie.... I jazzed my way over to him, shaking my butt.... I wanted to be his Geisha Gurl, who would pleasure him and give him one amazing session. I danced and gyrated provocatively for him. "Oh James, Oh james," I said demurely. His cock was waiting. "You are so big," I gasped as I waltzed to the edge of his bed and grabbed his amazingly large penis. It was big and thick like a can of Pringles; completely throbbing and filled with blood. "O yea," he said, "That is what you like," James slapped my ass and spun me around, rubbing his penis now freely against the soft white matte material of my opaque pantyhose. He was grinding against the back of my hip... I didn't know what to think, but I quite liked it. I imagined that the soft material of tights felt quite good against the underside of his penis.... (I know from when I was a guy, this is what I most liked about wearing tights).... "Do you like that," I asked? "Oh yeah," said James, "Just let me grind myself against you. You feel so good." James had me bent over now on his bed. It didn't even feel humiiliating anymore to have a man use me for whatever random sexual purposes he wanted. "James," I asked nervously, "You don't want to, uh, penetrate me, do you." "Oh, not yet, LaShaunda... that can wait." "I am yours if you want," I said. Just then, as I felt James getting harder and harder, I felt the first spurts of warm liquid hit the back of my leg and stick to my white tights. The liquid felt nice coming from him, but I was upset... "Oh James, you made a mess," I said, "And you probably ruined MY tights..." Soon I realized I had a massive puddle on the back of my pantyhose. "At least you didn't get any on my leotard too," I consoled him, "This is my favorite leotard and I don't want you discoloring it." ----- No matter what kinds of feelings I might have about the handjobs, blowjobs, and grinding sessions with James, I consoled myself that at least being with James was a "controlled" experience. James was the one in control, I mean, and I always felt like I was guaranteed a basic minimum of safety with him. Was it the same case for Tanisha, however, as she too had been asked out by another black boy? However, for the rest of the week, as the girls packed for dance camp, the big topic approaching was Tanisha's upcoming "Double Date" with DeShaun and Danielle. Tanisha was quite apprehensive, and I kept having to console her that she would conduct herself just fine on the date. Still, I was nervous for her, as it would be her first time going out with another boy, and I could tell that she had the jitters.... (also, the girls were so busy with packing for dance camp, training, and their new social lives, that they had very little time to dwell or commiserate on no longer being white boys.) Tanisha would come up to me at least twice a day and say something about how she was still "a bit anxious" about going out with DeShaun. Reading between the lines, I felt that it was all code for the fact that she had a massive crush on him, and that she wanted him to like her.... Or I could be wrong, and "Ryan" could be petrified at the thought of going out with a virile black boy. How could I really know? As a parent, I suppose it was my job to make sure and look out for her best interest. "I can't wait until I get my own stud like DeShaun," jibed Ashanti, "You's be so lucky, Tanisha. I wanna get my own man like him." "I actually saw that that HOTT freshman Marcus was making eyes at you," said Tanisha. "Marcus," Ashanti said, "Dat be dat 6'7'' kid wif the dreadlocks, who already made the senior Football and Basketball teams..." "Dat be him," said Tanisha... "Oh myyy... he's so studly," swooned Ashanti. I think she had a new crush on Marcus, who clearly seemed to be quite the prize. "But what about Darius," I interjected, "He really seems to like you." "Darius," sneered Ashanti, "That little queer? Ok, I know that be a bit harsh, and Darius is a nice boy and all. Still, he ain't nowhere near a man. I gotta get me some Marcus." "I understand Honeychild, I understand." "Yeah, Darius is cool and all, but I don't need some little tights wearin' sissy.... Mmmm, I'd give Marcus my digits anytime." That night, I went and talked with James about Ashanti's forthcoming date.... "I'm just nervous for her," I said, "You know, being out alone with a boy like that." "I understand sweetie," said James, "And I agree with you. I think we could actually maybe follow behind them in our car, and watch how the kids interact in the restaurant. We can spy through the windows. It should be ok." "You are ok with watching your kids," I asked. "Of course," said James. "Another thing you will find is that black families are much closer and have stronger ties. There is actually much more interaction and nurturing from the parents to the kids. More black parents will spy on their kids to make sure they are on the "right track"." Some Asian families call it "Tiger parenting." "Oh, ok. If you think it is the right thing to do, I am completely fine with shadowing Tanisha to make sure she is safe." That Friday night, the "Big Night" finally arrived, and Tanisha was getting primped for her date, deciding which dress to wear. In an hour or so, Danielle, her date, and DeShaun would be over to head off for a concert, and then a late dinner at a restaurant as part of a double date. Danielle's parents had told James in advance where and when the kids would be dining, as her parents too were not just letting her date any boy unsupervised. Before the date, Ashanti was also VERY eager to try out some of the new hair braiding tips she had learned from her other little friends. That afternoon, Ashanti went to Tanisha's room, and (somewhat to Tanisha's reluctance), Ashanti was allowed to do all of her sister's beautiful hair in lines and lines of braids, which were then pulled in an updo. Tanisha sat down in front of her vanity, and Ashanti went to work for what seemed like hours, pulling her sister's beautiful hair into rows and rows of braids, which she tied off with beads. It was actually rather cool, as Tanisha lost her old "little starlet" hairstyle, and now had a massive "do" with lots of beads and braids......... It was very "black powerish" and looked really cool. Ashanti had done a great job, and I actually liked Tanisha's new "do" a lot more than her previous hairstyle. "Wow, that looks sweet," I said to Tanisha, surprising my two daughters by staring at them through the bedroom doorway. Tanisha smoothed her skirt over her pantyhose, and said, "Oh momma, you like it?" She checked herself out in the mirror. Tanisha studied her black face and hairstyle in the mirror for the longest time. I wondered what perhaps she was thinking about..... This new little black girl just looked so, DIFFERENT, from my old white and masculine son. The fact that this teenaged black girl sitting before the mirror was truly a white boy could not have been believed. And not only was Tanisha a totally legit female, but she was developing every attribute of sex appeal too.... from her boobs and her prominent butt, to her feminine wiles and looks. Ashanti was also every inch a budding little black girl, and she hovered around Tanisha, putting finishing touches on her monumental hairstyle. Both girls looked just like the pictures of the black models that festooned the walls of the African-American hair braiding salon. "Ok Momma," said Tanisha, "I'm going to change for my date now... Can I have some PRIVACY pleez !!!!" "Ok sweetie," I said, "But remember that if you want to wear a short dress, you have to wear tights underneath, so you don't show anything." "Ok mom," she groaned. I did not want my daughter to turn into a little slut, to be honest with you. I didn't want her dressing all "ghetto," showing a visible thong or anything like that. However, Tanisha was on the cusp of becoming a completely independent young woman, so it would really be very difficult to totally put the breaks on the hormonal urges she was now surely having. After all, James had informed us again that the three of us would basically have our male puberty crashed to a screeching halt, and we would instead redevelop as females, with a female puberty, from day 1. "Ok momma," come and see what I am wearing," Tanisha said to me.... I came in, and my little girl (no, my son !!!) was wearing a tight baby- pink minidress with short sleeves. The dress covered his shoulders, but showed an EXCEPTIONAL amount of cleveage across her very exceptional spread. The dress made her look SO feminine and girly..... The skirtline of her dress was also VERY short, just below her crotch, so she wore coffee-colored pantyhose that made her legs look almost nude. She also wore pink heels, which matched her dress, and a gold necklace and bracelet. Her outfit was SO risque, but I had to remind myself that the provocative style of dress was typical for budding black females. Even Ashanti was VERY excited by the way Tanisha was dressed.... "Oh, oh, oh," she said, "I can' wait for my first date !!! I wanna be all sexy like Tanisha." Somehow, the thought of my other son also dressing like a little ho was less than appealing, but it seemed inevitable, given the circumstances. "Tommy" had totally given in to James's feminization program... "How do I look mom," said Tanisha, twirling around. I gulped.... I wanted to tear the dress off my son, but what could I do. He was a woman. "You look AMAZING," I said, admiring my black daughter as she twirled and smiled her big lips. "DeShaun is gonna go crazy for you." "Really," she sighed... "Lets just touch up your makeup," I said. I was less than crazy obviously about Tanisha going out looking like a little streetwalker, but this was just the common culture with black youths today. It was better to let her dress provocatively and fit in, then have her stay at home and dressed like a nun, but living as a pariah. As Tanisha got another coat of lipstick, there was a knock at the door..... "The other kids are here," yelled James "Come on, lets go," I said to Tanisha as she grabbed her purse. She wobbled a bit in her heels as she pranced down the stairs. I had never thought before that I'd have a mother-daughter bonding experience in getting my DAUGHTER ready for her first date with a boy. Sure, I imagined having a similar experience with Ryan, and meeting his first girlfriend, and helping to pick out his tux and tie his tie. I know life is unpredictable and you can never guess which road you will go down, but I never imagined I'd be helping him with his dress and pantyhose, and making sure he was all dolled up for a lustful black boy.... The whims of fate !!! As Tanisha came down the stairs, all eyes were on this ebony goddess as she trapsed down in her pantyhose. DeShaun, the stud athlete, was eyeballing her with his big eyes. He was clearly very excited that he would have such "arm candy," (and admittedly, Tanisha was the hottest black girl I had seen out of her whole new peer group.) "Hey Tanisha," said DeShaun, shyly. It was almost weird to see such a black kid who was usually so full of swagger and confidence now acting demurely. He was clearly blown away by Tanisha's beauty, and he wanted to impress her. Danielle also looked very pretty,in a blue sparkly dress and tan pantyhose. She was admittedly an absolutely gorgeous little nordic blonde girl, and I could see why Ryan was so smitten with her and wanted to date her. (She looked like a little Scarlett Johannson).... However, Danielle was clearly all eyes for her date, who was another muscular black boy of similar strapping dimensions as DeShaun.... "Guys, this is DeMarcus," said Danielle sweetly, looking up at her date. I looked at Tanisha, and even though Tanisha had DeShaun as her date, she was VERY jealous of the attentions that Danielle seemed to have for DeMarcus. Reading her facial expression, I could tell that she really wanted to be in DeMarcus's place, and act the man with Danielle. (Deep down, it was still hard to fathom that Tanisha was a straight white boy.) Tanisha wanted to take Danielle out, and treat her like a little lady.... But this was so far from reality. As I watched Tanisha study Danielle and DeMarcus hold hands, I could tell that she YEARNED to be in DeMarcus's place, as a boy. (My son, who was only enduring all of this at first to get money for a car and win Danielle's affections, probably never himself could have imagined that it would go this far.) I imagined that Tanisha could run over to Danielle, and rip off her "disguise," revealing her self as "Ryan".... ("YES, I am your secret knight in shining armor, who has been masquerading as a black girl, but here I am to save you from this evil darkie villian !!!").... "Ryan" would then emerge, as Danielle's true love, and they would ride off into the sunset to be yet another All-American couple, like Jack and Diane. But yet, Tanisha could not dwell on her secret longing for too long, as DeShaun came up to "his" woman, with all his swagger.... "Hey baby gurl, damn, you's lookin fine, damn you's lookin' fine," he said lecherously. "Oh DeShaun," said Tanisha, somewhat speechlessly. "Lets get a quick picture of the two couples," said James, taking his cellphone camera out. Once more, it was crazy to see my son as one of the two girls in cute dresses, cuddling side by side and arm-in-arm with two completely overpowering guys. Tanisha and Danielle were both only about 5'7'', and the boys were well over 6 foot tall, with far broader shoulders. No matter Tanisha's true gender, she totally LOOKED the part, as a happy, sexy black girl ready for a date. She smiled like Naomi Campbell too as her picture was taken..... However suppressed my true son may have been, it was clear that "Tanisha" was in the ascendant, and ready for her first real experience with "boys." My only hope now was that she would not be "exposed," and her true gender revealed.... (a fate that would have been unfathomable with a virile black boy like DeShaun). This is why I was glad at least that James and I would be chaperoning from a distance. Tanisha totally looked the role though as the perfect black girlfriend for DeShaun. I had to admit that they looked great together. "Oh, look at da time," said DeShaun, "Da Beyonce concert starts in 40 minutes. Lets go." The kids dashed out into the door and in the car. "Be safe," I cautioned. ------ An hour later, James and I popped in his car to drive off to the restaurant where the kids had made reservations.... I was not even morally conflicted at all about spying on my son/daughter, but I more or less just wanted to make sure he was safe on his date. The worst thing would be if DeShaun, in his "fondling," exposed Tanisha's true gender. I shuddered to think how a boy like that might react at being "duped" in such a manner. I knew that in general, homophobia was much worse among some parts of the black community. I could only imagine the disgust a virile heterosexual boy like DeShaun might feel at realizing that he fondled up another male......... realizing that the girl he lusted after was just another dude who was VERY well done up. But Tanisha really was not a boy anymore, at least right now. There were so many aspects of her that were female, and DeShaun himself had pursued her aggressively. I just had to hope for the best and that Tanisha and Ashanti could "pass" for the rest of this summer. They seemed to be doing an outstanding job so far. We pulled into the parking lot of the "Jamacian Jerk" steakhouse, and we observed that the foursome had taken a booth in the row by the windows. We could easily look in and see everything they were doing. It seemed innocuous.... The kids were just eating.... Danielle and DeMarcus in one booth, facing Tanisha and DeShaun in the other. They were just chatting. The restaurant was rather empty at this late of an hour, and no wait- staff really seemed to be heading by to wait on the kids, thus leaving them free. "It doesn't seem that big of a deal," I said to James. "Maybe we should just go. And what if they see our car parked here?" "We are parked at an angle behind a tree," said James, "So they won't see. Just relax." We must have sat there for about 20 minutes, and the first thing I noticed was that DeMarcus leaned over and started kissing Danielle right there in the booth !!!! Even I felt a bit jealous that a pretty girl like Danielle was getting affection from some other man besides myself (she was that gorgeous and personable).... However, as I watched more, I looked at Tanisha's glaring face... She was absolutely seething with jealousy as DeMarcus kissed Danielle and put his hands on her. He CLEARLY wanted to be the one with Danielle, which was probably the whole reason my straight son was out subjecting himself to a double date with DeShaun.... However, DeShaun was not going to be left out of the type of action that DeMarcus was getting. DeShaun did not want to sit there like a bump on a log while his friend got hot-and-heavy. I saw DeShaun look at Tanisha, saying something that snapped her out of her reverie. Tanisha seemed reluctant, and she seemed to respond with something tantamount to a refusal. This, however, displeased DeShaun. He clearly wanted his date to act like she had an interest in him. He seemed to be trying to persuade her of something. Then, I saw DeShaun put one hand on Tanisha's shoulder. She seemed to not like it, but she did not swat his paw away either. DeShaun looked at Tanisha, longingly... she was "his type." What looked to be reluctance on Tanisha's face now gave way to what seemed to be resignation, or acceptance.... DeShaun now took another hand, and rested it on Tanisha's pantyhosed thigh. I was shocked a what I saw, as DeShaun reached in, clearly wanting some "closeness." Now, DeShaun was getting the exact same type of kissing and light making-out that Danielle was giving her man. I wondered what thoughts must be running through Tanisha's head ???.... Shock, pleasure??? Who knew... However, they were only allowed to pet for a few minutes, before a waiter came over, obviously wanting them to break it up inside the restaurant. The boys were cool with it, and slapped some money down on the table. With the waiter coming over and "killing the buzz," both pairs of couples stopped making out, and Tanisha seemed to snap back to reality for a minute. She made some sort of signal to Danielle, and both girls got up, apparently headed for the restroom facilities. I wondered what thoughts must be going through my little girl's head after her first "hot and heavy" physical contact with her head. I also feared for her safety. A huge part of my psyche (mostly my repressed male psyche) wanted to just rush into that restaurant and rescue her from that virile black boy. The two guys just "chilled" at the table, waiting for their dates to return from freshening up.... In a panic, and out of desperation to check on the situation, I said to James, "James, is it cool if maybe I go inside and see how Tanisha is doing? I am so worried for her." "WHAT," protested James, "Absolutely not. Also, you know how she will react if she knows you were spying on her." 'Listen," I said, "Let me just go and sneak into the Ladies' room and overhear her conversation with Danielle. I just want to make sure she is ok and that she isn't being taken advantage of." "Ok," said James, very reluctantly. Perhaps he was half-hoping I would get caught, which would open the door for yet more exploitative situations he could thrust us into. So I tiptoed off into the restaurant, my heels clicking on the pavement and my pantyhose lightly brushing and swishing together as I pranced. It was still a new situation to flounce about in panties 24-7. It was still weird to me to always wear a dress and to completely be regarded as a woman. I entered the restaurant and quickly moved my way to the restroom before the two boys saw me. I entered the ladies' room and quickly ducked into a stall, closing the door. I sat on the toilet and pretended to relieve myself. Danielle and Tanisha were at the mirror, and did not even notice me. They freshened up their makeup.... "Oh wow," said Danielle, "DeShaun is ALL OVER you... He TOTALLY has a crush on you," she said in a bit of a Valley-girl voice.... "That was crazy, yo,' said Tanisha, "OMG, that is actually the first time I've ever made out with a boy." "Really," inquired Danielle, somewhat surprised.... "Yeah, I have actually never had a serious boyfriend before," said Tanisha. "It kind of felt a bit weird, actually, making out...." "DeShaun is crazy about you," she said... "I just need to go really quick before we leave," said Tanisha, and she entered the stall next to mine, closing the door. It was weird, sitting so close to her. I could look under the toilet divider and and see her pantyhosed legs as she sat down. "Danielle," said Tanisha as she took a seat, "OMG, this is so crazy, but I am actually a bit "wet" down here, and I don't know why...." "What do you mean?" "I don't know what happened, but I think I just got so aroused.... I mean, I am draining from my, uh, poonany !!!! The crotch and gusset of my panties and pantyhose are all wet." "Lol," said Danielle, "OMG, I think maybe you had your first female orgasm... surely you've had one before..." "Uh, what," asked Tanisha? "You know, I think you got so aroused with DeShaun that you "came" and didn't realize it." (I was in shock from the conversation)... "Oh right," said Tanisha uneasily, "I mean, of course I've had orgasms before, but I guess it just sort of happened when I was making out, as I was getting so hot and bothered. (How the heck did my son have a male orgasm and explode all over himself while he was making out wiht another black boy ?? We were really getting deeply involved in this situation, and going much farther than we ever could have imagined. "Listen, its not a big deal," said Danielle, "Its happened to me before. You can borrow one of my maxi-pads to wear right now, so you feel clean down there." "Thank god I have a spare pair of pantyhose in my purse," said Tanisha. I listened with fascination as Danielle quickly opened the stall, and handed Tanisha a hygenic pad from her own purse. Then, Tanisha seemed to sort the pad around her genitals, and she then quickly pulled off her old pantyhose and stuffed them in her purse. (It was insane to think that my son was having to do all of these procedures that only girls ever did !!) I then watched with fascination as Tanisha pulled out a new pair of tan pantyhose and tugged them up her black legs..... "Ok, I'm done," said Tanisha... "Yeah, I'm finished freshening up," said Danielle, "How are you feeling?" "Ok, ok," said Tanisha, "I'm still a bit on edge right now, but maybe the guys are ready to go." "Its so much fun, just being two pretty girls out on a date," said Danielle... "Oh wait, let me fix my lipstick," said Tanisha. Tanisha and Danielle both acted so GIRLY, like two best girlfriends who went through thick- and-thin together. I felt a bit nervous now, as I had been sitting in this stall for so long. Would the girls get suspicious of me ? However, the girls had finally primped to their satisfaction, and they headed off to rejoin their men, purses flailing and arms swinging. I peered through a crack in the restroom stall, and they held hands as they exited the restroom, Even if Ryan could not date Danielle, at least they could be BFFs and have many girly adventures together. Ryan surely was loving this.... Surely it was sort of a "consolation prize" and the "next best thing" if Ryan could just hang out with Danielle, and wear her maxi-pads and swap pantyhose with her !! I was not out of the woods yet. I waited a few minutes, and then quietly peered out of the ladies' room. I looked over, however, and the guys and girls had gotten up and left their table. With some relief, I quietly walked out and headed back to James's car.... I got in, and James asked me probingly, "So, did anything interesting happen in there." "Uh, no," I replied, "Just girl talk. Did the kids leave." "Not really," said James.... "Look over there," he said as he guided my line of sight to DeShaun's car.... I looked over, and his white car was parked in the corner of the lot. Much to my shock and horror, however, I noticed that headlights were on, the engine was running, and ALL of the windows were fogged up.......... ------ That Saturday, I did not even have a chance to have a mother-daughter talk with Tanisha about the events of her "date night." She had gotten home VERY late last night, even though James did not seem to mind. Tanisha went quietly to bed. I would have been able to pull her aside and get her thoughts on the date any other time, but both girls were impossibly busy packing for their summer dance camp, and it was all havoc as leotards and tights were being chucked into pink and purple bags. Also, the BIG dance recital was tonight, where Ashanti would be doing her "showcase dance" with Darius. I also was sort of sidetracked from talking with Tanisha, as James, for some reason, had left stacks and stacks of medical brochures around the house...... " Your forthcoming Sexual Reassignment Surgery..." "Male to Female..." "Coping with my new Genitalia..." "The man I couldn't be..." I was in a panic, with my jaw-dropped open, as I read the stacks of pamphlets that James had innocently dropped on the coffee table. "James, what is this," I hollered, somewhat in a sassy black girl voice, "These pamphlets !!!" "Oh, hey LaShaunda," said James, "Sorry about that. I was just at the doctor's for my checkup, and I saw all of these. I thought you and the girls would be VERY interested in them." "What do you mean interested," I demanded, "You do know that this is only temporary... (I felt a flash of male assertiveness come back as I stood up for my beleaugered penis and manhood once again).... " I couldn't believe that James as was so bold as to try a stunt like this, as in so overtly trying to guide us down the road of a sex-change by laying out these brochures. "Listen, sorry," said James, "I truly had your best interests at heart, and I thought that you ladies should read these. I just wanted you three to have all the information and really know what options lie open to you in the future." "What options," I demanded, "This is crazy, and you have gone too far this time. We will be your women until the end of summer, and then that is IT..... We are going back to be men, period !!!" (I shuddered at the thought of the "big operation" being performed on me and my sons. I had seen a documentary on TLC one time, showing a sex- change operation being performed on the cutting-room floor, and it wasn't pretty. Despite my current predicament and my temporary status as a woman, I had absolutely no interest in having a sex-change.) Before James could respond, I stormed upstairs to check and see how my daughters were coming along with their packing.... Tanisha and Ashanti were packing together.... Ashanti was all ears as Tanisha described her first date to her little sister.... "Yeah, it was crazy, yo.... " "What did you do exactly," asked Ashanti... "Well, uh, we went out to the concert, and then out to eat... After that, we, uh, made out..... Then, we actually did go back to DeShaun's car..." "And what then," asked Ashanti, eagerly.... "Well, u know, we just sort of kissed and held eachother...." "Wow, I can't wait until I go out on my first date," said Ashanti, eagerly. "You are so lucky that you are old enough. Did you do anything ELSE with DeShaun....?" "I really shouldn't say," said Tanisha, somewhat embarassed. "I mean, I still am a boy and all... But some other stuff did go down, which was absolutely crazy, and I hope that James isn't listening right now." "What do you mean," other stuff? "Well, after we ate, we sort of went back to DeShaun's car, and Danielle and D-M started making out in the front seat, while I made out with DeShaun in the back seat..." "Way cool !!!" "I was a bit scared, to be honest with you," said Tanisha, "Actually, I was really scared and nervous at first. DeShaun was really aggressive with me, and to be honest with you, he is so much taller and stronger than me. I couldn't really say "no" to him..." "So what did you do?" "Well, we just kind of started kissing, and then I put my arms all over him. The crazy thing was though, that I actually kind of started to LIKE it.... And its so weird that I felt that way, since I've only ever had crushes on girls, especially Danielle.... But being with DeShaun sort of "changed me."" "Well, I can't wait until I am in your shoes," said Ashanti, "But I know that mom would freak if I went out with a boy." "Yeah, probably," said Tanisha, "but our former dad doesn't matter much anymore. It is only James who calls the shots now, and he would probably be cool with if if you went on a date." "Yeah, you are right," said Ashanti, "As great as mom is, she is totally powerless." "Yeah," chuckled Tanisha... "I hope that Marcus will ask me out anyway," said Ashanti... "So ok, listen," said Tanisha, in sudden confidence, "I probably should NOT be telling you this, but in the car, we did a bit more than just "make out."" "What else did you do," said Tanisha eagerly...? "Well, ok, so we were both going at it and getting TOTALLY turned on, and it just sort of happened that I reached down and started feeling his woody through his pants. I don't know what came over me, but it was so strong and hard, and I pulled it out of his pants. I couldn't help myself and I just started playing with it... just like mom taught us !!!" "OMG OMG," said Ashanti, "You played with his penis." "Yeah, I did," said Tanisha, with some embarassment, "It was like I was just drawn to it like a magnet. And it was SO big...." "So ok, while I kept on kissing him, I started playing with him with one hand and he was getting harder and harder as I stroked up and down. It was actually FUN; at least, I had never done nothin' like it before. And then, I just kept going at him, until he exploded ALL OVER me, and I had to wipe it up with kleenex. He was so intense for a few seconds, and then he got all chill again. Then, he just kind of relaxed into his seat, and we held and cuddled eachother for a couple of hours. That was the most fun.... we just kind of chatted and relaxed, and I kissed him a bit more, and I kept fondling him." "WOW," said Ashanti, "That is amazing !!!" "Yeah," said Tanisha, "And Danielle also did the exact same thing with DeMarcus in the front seat too. We also compared notes and talked about what had happened. It wasn't Danielle's first time though... I had heard enough, I darted off in shock. I didn't want to hear anymore, at least.... A few minutes later, Tanisha came down the stairs and asked, "Mom, do you have any extra bras I can take to camp? I only have a few, but I think I might need more." Tanisha, however, had walked through the living room and past the coffee table, which was stacked with the transgender-oriented brochures. She picked one up and rustled through it.... As she saw, to her horror, the content of the brochures, I am sure that something clicked in her head. The brochures were festooned with graphic images and diagrams of penises being inverted into vaginas, and all sorts of other descriptions that surely would be horrifying for any teenaged boy..... "What is all THIS," she screamed !!!! "Oh honey, its all right," I said as I came down. "Did you leave these out," she asked me, "Surely you don't want ME to have a sex change, do you? I am a BOY !!!!" As Tanisha had declared that she was a BOY loudly enough, James came storming out of his study.... "What was that," he demanded. "Why did you leave these brochures out," Tanisha demanded as she began to sob.... "PLEASE don't force me to have a sex-change." "I won't force you to have a sex-change," James reassured her, "But like I told your mother, I just want you three to know what all options are out there for transgendered people." "But I am NOT transgendered," Tanisha protested, "I am not even gay. I am just a boy who has been forced into dressing like a girl by some awful combination of events. In fact, I don't even know how the heck I got suckered into this. I should be out playing baseball with my friends, but instead I'm prancing around in leotards and making out with BOYS !!!" "Like it or not, you are a girl now," said James, "And everyone has to do stuff in life that they don't want to do.... That is just life." "I am NOT a girl," said Tanisha, "And unlike my gay father and my gay brother (who both love this), I do NOT agree to any of this.... I'm just here because you're forcing me to be here, but I will NEVER be your daughter.... Oh, and by the way, I was hanging out outside your door the night you and James apparently had sex. I could hear the banging across the house !!!" "Don't push me young lady.... I have already given you your first punishment. I really don't think you want to see what happens when you refer to yourself as a male a second time." "I don't give a fuck," screamed Tanisha defiantly.... "I don't care about you, or your rules. I am this close to walking out, and going to a hospital to get this awful tanning stuff washed off of me." "I will give you one last chance," said James, "you will say, "I am Tanisha, and I am a 15 year old girl", or you will be punished." "I am RYAN, and I am a 15 year old BOY !!!" "Ok, fine," said James, "I hate to do this, but your next punishment is coming this afternoon. LaShaunda, set up the playpen in the corner of the living room.... Then, in 15 minutes, go and help your daughter change into the punishment outfit I lay out." ----- After the latest confrontation with James, I felt as if I was at the lowest-of-the-low. I felt totally impotent, as I was not able to help Ryan stand up for himself at all. I stood meekly by James's side and I totally cooperated with the punishment that was dished out. Had this been a situation in World War II, I would have totally been dragged off as a collaborator and shot, soon after "liberation" by the allies. I shuddered to think about what my son would next have to endure. My son had made one final outburst in a desperate effort to save his manhood. Like me, I'm sure he felt like the pace of femininity was drastically increasing. For one, I noticed that my boobs underneath my fake boobs were really getting prominent, and it would not be long now before I was able to go "all natural" with my own big boobs and have no one think of it. I also noticed that now, my hips were getting really nice and wide, and very ladylike.... All of these changes made me wonder if they even were "reversable," which perhaps had Ryan in a panic. I knew at heart he was as a straight white boy who was being forced into this by a force far more powerful than himself, and that he was powerless to resist. I'm sure he noticed the changes to his own body and was fearful that he would never be able to return to being the young man he had been. I wonder if he felt disgust as he looked in the mirror to see a pretty black girl with braids staring back. This was why Ryan had made one last protest and had desperately tried to fight James. But James was a 10 year veteran of the courts, who could not be argued down. He had such vast financial resources and connections that resisting the plans of this "tranny chaser" was impossible. I kicked open a pink playpen in the corner of the room. James tossed a rattle and a pink pacifier into the enclosure. I next headed up to Tanisha's room to see what had been laid out for her. Some clothes were on her pink bed. Tanisha stood there in just her white panties, her black bosom very prominent... "No Momma, please don't," she said in horror as she saw what was laid out for her, "If you love me, you will save me now." "I'm sorry sweetie, I'm truly sorry," I said as I consoled her, "If I could do anything I would, but you need to dress and get this over with." I felt truly bad for my son. "James wants me to help you dress, and he told me exactly what he wants you to wear. I know this is so traumatic." "Please momma, please." "I'm so sorry," I said as I reached for the white disposable diaper, as Tanisha pulled her underwear down. I got the diaper on her.... I had the odd thought that she hadn't worn a diaper since she was so young, but James was making her regress to be a younger girl. I pulled the diaper up and fastened it around her waist. Tanisha just seemed to be accepting it. Next, I got her big white panties back on and up over her diaper. Tanisha then grabbed the white tights, and pulled them up over her legs and over her diaper. It was funny actually as once she got the tights on, she looked so "puffy," with the diaper on underneath. Even Tanisha looked over in the mirror and started laughing at her predicament. Our male egos had been slighted so many times, that we almost didn't think of it anymore when were were asked to wear humiliating outfits like a maid's dress, or to dress as a baby girl.... (in fact, even I was thinking about perhaps wearing a diaper the next time I "pleasured"James, if this is what he got off on.... My thoughts went back to Tanisha though as she got on a VERY short black and white checquered dress with long-sleeves. The dress was tight, nylon, and form-fitting, and the funny thing was that the puffy diaper really billowed out the skirt of the dress. You could see all of her legs, and the diaper was completely visible underneath, like a petticoat.... There was no hiding the fact that she was diapered underneath her white tights. "Oh mom, this is so embarassing," said Tanisha... " You only have to be a baby girl for a few hours sweetie," I said, "And then surely James will let you change and go to your ballet recital." "Oh god, I can't believe I'm wearing a diaper," said Tanisha as she stepped into her shiny black ballet flats.... "You actually look really cute," I said to her.... She actually did look kind of adorable, with the white tights, cute dress, and the puffy diaper. It made me really want to appreciate my kids before they went off to college and left me all alone (with or without James). "You actually think I look cute," said Tanisha? "Of course," I said. "Yeah, wearing the diaper isn't so bad," I suppose.... "I'm not even thinking about it now." "Thats a sport," I replied, "Just remember, this summer, and then back to pants in no time." "Yeah, I really do feel like a girl most of the time," said Tanisha as she examined herself over in the mirror. Tanisha ran her hands over her tights and diaper, snapping the nylon material of her tights against the undergarment. "Ok, well, lets just get this over with," said Tanisha. Tanisha got in the playpen after being checked over by James..... "Now," said James, "Surely after this you will stop referring to yourself as a boy in this house." "Yes daddy," said Tanisha as she seated herself in the playpen. (she was just playing along.) "I'll be a good girl, I promise." "Ok," said James, "Now, you just sit in there and think about what you have done. Be sure to play with your rattle too." So Tanisha just sat there for an hour, obviously bored as fuck and just wanting out. I could tell she was pretty miserable in there, especially when Ashanti came by and laughed. However, as she was in dresses and tights ALL THE TIME now, this really was not much worse than usual. I did feel bad though for putting my boys in such an "extreme" situation... I sat with Tanisha to keep her company. All was going swimmingly, until she said, "Momma, I think I have to use the bathroom, what should I do." "What do you mean," I asked, " A #1 or a #2." "A #2," she said, "And I don't think I can hold it." "Just get out and go use the bathroom really quick, and maybe James won't notice." However, just as Tanisha was getting out, James came into the living room... "What are you doing," he demanded? "Uh, uh, I'm just going to use the potty." "I said no leaving the playpen," said James, "And you are a baby girl this afternoon." "But I really gotta go," Tanisha whined.... "Why do you think I had you wear the diaper," said James.... "Are you serious," protested Tanisha.... "Ok, I'll just try and hold it then...." However, after another 20 minutes, Tanisha turned to me and said, "Momma, I'm sorry, I just can't hold it anymore.... I'm just going to go here." "Its fine, I understand," I said. I saw tears stream down her face as Tanisha realized just what depths she had sunk too. ---- After another hour, however, Tanisha was mercifully relieved as James finally allowed Tanisha to get out and go wash up, and then change for ballet. "You are lucky I don't make you wear a diaper under your leotard for the ballet recital," said James, "I'm sure all of your friends would have a RIOT at that !!!" "I'm sorry," said Tanisha, "I'm really sorry." "Have you learned your lesson," asked James? "Yes daddy, I have. I'll be a good girl, I promise." Tanisha practically sprinted to her restroom to shed her tights, and then take off her soiled diaper. However, all seemed to be ok once she was off and able to change into h