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Mrs. Abernathy Goes To Florida
By Cheryl Lynn
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occur in real life as it contains forced feminization, nonconsensual sex
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Mrs. Abernathy Goes To Florida
Mrs. Abernathy went into her seaside Mediterranean villa to begin
preparations for her next trip. She was a handsome woman in her early
sixties but looked ten years younger with long black hair and sparkling
green eyes. Stripping out of her bikini which her body did justice, she
started transforming into her alter ego. It took most of the morning and
into early afternoon before she left for the airport. At this point she
didn't come close to looking like her real self. She was now a portly
grandmotherly looking old woman with gray hair. The type of grandmother
everyone wished to have on the outside but pure evil on the inside.
She strictly adhered to three rules, stay anonymous, don't stay anywhere
more than six months and change bank accounts frequently. Mrs. Abernathy
was an alias she used whenever she took on a con. She had a number of
different names and passports she used when not on a job. When working a
con she always wore white cotton gloves to lessen latent fingerprints.
She also had her rental properties thoroughly wiped down and cleaned when
she left. She was an expert at selecting the right associates and
clients to work her con.
She had received a tip from a trusted advisor on her burn phone about a
mother and son located in Florida. The single mother had hit a $3
million lotto jackpot recently, had no close ties with her few relatives
and just moved into a new upscale neighborhood. Mrs. Abernathy had been
living the high social life on a Greek Island for almost six months. Now
that it was time to move on decided to check out this family.
Ooo
Mrs. Abernathy turned away from her front window where she had been
observing her next door neighbors arriving home. The house she was
renting was in an upscale neighborhood and she had moved in a week ago.
She spent that week checking out her nearby neighbors and really liked
the ones next door as prospective marks. She hadn't met them yet planned
on doing so shortly. Mrs. Abernathy was a full figured woman with a
jovial round wrinkled face of sixty five. To all outward appearances she
was the stereotypical grandmother. She kept her gray hair up in a bun
and wore gold wire rimmed glasses perched on her pert nose. She could
play the role perfectly when the occasion called for it but inside she
was very immoral and evil.
The late Mr. Abernathy had been a very good stage hypnotist with Mrs.
Abernathy his assistant. In those days they made a good living but the
real money came from extortion. When they had a well to do gentleman or
woman on stage, Mr. Abernathy always left a post hypnotic suggestion that
they return after the show. He or she would be placed back under and
very compromising pictures taken. Those pictures involved Mrs. Abernathy
and very pornographic. Mr. Abernathy had absolutely no qualms about
making his wife do outrageous sexual acts with the men and women he
blackmailed. Now that he was no longer of this world she was free to
take his place. The big difference between her and her husband was that
her mind was really twisted and evil. She didn't want to settle for a
little blackmail money. No, she wanted all that she could get from her
marks and then some, preferably if it destroyed their lives. She wanted
them to suffer the indignities she had been forced to endure and more.
She was a very talented hypnotist in her own right but with the addition
of certain psychotropic drugs extraordinarily effective.
Ooo
Carol Simms and her soon to be eighteen year old son Mark had been left
destitute after Mr. Simms ran off with his Latino girlfriend. With no
child support or other financial assistance they subsisted on government
handouts. Her husband didn't care and living with his girlfriend
somewhere in Guatemala. After a year and half just scrapping by, Carol
got lucky and hit the lotto. Three million dollars may sound like a lot
of money but in the long run not really that much. She wasn't the
sharpest but intelligent enough not to blow her new found wealth
recklessly. The only thing she splurged on was her new home. It was in
a very good neighborhood and her son could attend an excellent public
school.
They moved into the home just before Mark started his senior year. It is
difficult to make friends changing schools especially in one's senior
year. Adding to his difficulties, he was small and thin for his age and
used to keeping a low profile. In his old school gangs and bullies ruled
the campus. With his physique, if he didn't bring attention, would only
get beaten up once in a while. He was handsome enough but in a delicate
way, had shoulder length shaggy brown hair and large expressive eyes.
His mother had nagged him about getting his hair cut now that they could
easily afford it. He refused as he had gotten so accustomed with it in a
low pony tail. With only a couple of months till graduation, Mark had
very few real friends.
Carol after her husband abandoned her didn't date very often and those
relationships fizzled out after a few dates. She was a bit overweight,
in her early forties, dressed in dowdy clothing and seldom wore makeup.
She wasn't out to please any man. She was doing her best to raise her
son. Now that graduation was near, she was a bit traumatized. Her only
child would be going off to college and leaving the nest. Mrs. Abernathy
had picked the perfect time to move next door.
Ooo
Saturday, almost a week since she moved in, Mrs. Abernathy fixed a pot of
her special tea and removed the homemade cookies from the oven. It was
time to introduce herself to the neighbors. She checked her reflection
to make sure she looked grandmotherly enough. She tugged at her simple
A-line full skirted blue and white checked gingham dress and patted the
diamond encrusted golden locket hanging around her neck. Smiling
devilishly, she picked up the tray with the tea and warm cookies.
Ooo
Carol was doing some minor housecleaning dressed simply in a gray cotton
sweat suit and pink flip flops when the doorbell chimed. "Now who can
that be? I don't really know the neighbors. Maybe some darn salesman or
worse one of those church people," she thought as she went to the door.
Opening the door she was surprised to see a nice looking older woman
holding a tray with tea pot and plate of cookies. "Yes, may I help...,"
she started but interrupted by the woman.
"Hello there dear. I'm Mrs. Abernathy and just moved in next door and
decided to introduce myself. Do you have some time to have a bit of tea
and a cookie with me?"
Carol didn't have anything better to do and the woman was kindly enough.
"Yeah, sure, please come in. I'm Carol Simms. Pardon the mess and we'll
go into the kitchen."
Carol found both the tea and cookie surprisingly delicious as they sat
and made small talk. She was finding it very easy to talk to this old
woman and before she knew spilled her whole life story out. As she was
doing almost all of the talking didn't notice that Mrs. Abernathy hadn't
taken a single sip of her tea.
"So Carol dear, you said you have a son? Is he home? He is? Don't you
find it a bit immature for him not to come in and say hello? He has to
know that I'm here you know. Very childish if you ask me. Very childish
indeed," she said putting away her locket into the dress' bodice.
"Oh Mrs. Abernathy! I'm so embarrassed and apologize. For an eighteen
year old he should definitely know better. Here let me go and get him.
I'll only be a minute."
Mark was in his room playing a video game when his mother
uncharacteristically barged into his room. More surprising, she was
yelling at him about being an ungrateful little brat. He sat there mouth
agape shocked by what he was hearing. Her actions and words were totally
out of character.
It wasn't until she reached out, pinched his earlobe hard and pulled him
out of his seat tugging on it that he was able to react. "Mom what's
going on? I didn't do anything. I was just playing on my X-box," he
said in pain.
"Don't Mom me! Get into the kitchen and say hello properly to our
neighbor Mrs. Abernathy. Show some respect instead of being so childish.
You should have come and said hello hours ago. I thought I had taught
you better. Instead of acting your age, you're behaving like a ten year
old."
"Mom! Please let go of my ear. You're hurting me."
"I'll do more than that if I catch you misbehaving again. Now get into
the kitchen, say hello and be nice."
Mark was shocked and confused as he entered the kitchen. Seeing the old
woman pouring a fresh cup of tea. "Hello dear, please come have a seat
beside me and have some nice tea and cookie. I'm Mrs. Abernathy but you
can call me Granny if you want."
Mark introduced himself and seeing the glare in his mother's eyes, sat
and stared down at the cup. He didn't care for tea preferring coffee and
said he would get that.
"Mark, sit and be polite. Mrs. Abernathy went to the trouble of making
the tea and cookies. I can't believe how much of a little kid you're
acting. Now drink your tea."
"You know Markey, I was just showing your mother my locket. You want to
see it. Here look, isn't it pretty?" she said as he finished the tea and
a cookie.
Mark really didn't want to look but couldn't stop himself. The diamonds
sparkled and glinted in the overhead light and was drawn to how pretty it
was. He didn't know how long he stared at it before she put it away but
absorbed everything Granny was saying.
"Carol is your mother and because of that you must, no matter how much
you don't, will do whatever she tells you. You will obey her without
question, understand? Good and from now on you will call Carol, mother
or better yet mommy. You can call me Granny from now on as well."
Three hours later Mrs. Abernathy left the Simms's house with a big smile.
"Well that went very well. Both were very susceptible to my suggestions
and this is going to be so much fun," she thought.
Shortly after she left, Carol did something she hadn't in over a decade.
She put Mark over her lap and spanked him with her hairbrush then made
him sit in the corner. He was still sobbing, tucked into the corner with
his boxers and jeans around his ankles when she left.
"I can't believe that I let mommy spank me like some little kid. I'm
eighteen and way too old for that but she's my mommy and I have to do
what she says. I want to pull my pants up and go to my room but I
can't," he thought through his tears.
When Carol came back she was carrying a number of bags and went straight
to his room. There she tore down all his sports, hard rock band posters
and tossed them into one of the empty bags. In their place she
substituted a large framed picture of a fluffy white kitten hanging from
a tree limb with the pink script, "Hang in There" and another large
poster of Justin Bieber facing his bed. She removed all his boy knick-
knacks replacing them with some stuffed animals. The large pink furry
teddy bear would sit between his pillows. His CD's and DVD's were
scrapped and replaced as well. Gathering up all his X-box games got rid
of them. In their place she put several new ones geared for a much
younger person. None of his new entertainment was rated above a "G."
Quickly stripping the bed she changed all the linens. His Tampa Bay
Buccaneers blanket and sheets were tossed and replaced with powder blue
ones and a blue quilted satin comforter. Finally she went to his
computer, changing some settings and adding parental controls was
satisfied. If her son wanted to act like a little kid then his room
fitted his actions.
Back in the kitchen she told Markey, the name she used when he was much
younger, to get up and sit at the table. His face was red and tear
stained but wasn't crying as he did as ordered.
"Markey," she saw him cringe at the name, "Today I've decided to set some
new rules for you. Beginning tonight and henceforth your bed time is no
later than nine o'clock. I want you coming straight home from school.
If you have a school function to attend, no matter what, you will still
have to be in bed by nine. Any further disobedience and I will punish
you by either taking away a privilege or with a bare bottom spanking.
Now go to your room and take all those bags to the trash and no
complaints."
Mark was fuming on the inside as she told him his new circumstances. He
was determined not to allow her to do that to him. He had finally gotten
the nerve to ask Emily to go to the senior prom and it didn't even start
until eight. There was no way he would back out of his first serious
date since they had moved here. Instead of telling her all that, he
stood and said, "Yes, mommy."
New tears flowed down as he saw what she had done to his room and what he
had to take to the trash. "What has she done? I'm not into cats much
less that freak Bieber and my Buccaneers blanket and sheets. Shit! My
games, my stuff it's all in those bags she wants me to trash. No way...no
way," he thought as he picked up as many as he could carry.
Ooo
Over the next two months Mrs. Abernathy paid the Simms a weekly visit
always bringing her tea. For Mark not much changed except his mommy
insisted on giving him his baths and keeping his body denuded of any
hair. When she first began shaving his pubic hair off, he managed a
brief moment of resistance. He received his second spanking for that.
Her shampooing conditioning his hair in a strawberry scented lotion every
couple of days and brushing it one hundred strokes every night weren't so
bad. She had also begun nightly electrolysis on his sparse beard and
shaggy brows.
He was mortified and enraged by what was happening but try as he might
complied. His inner soul was in complete rebellion and dumbfounded over
the fact that he was totally helpless. No matter how humiliating,
embarrassing or demeaning he physically couldn't object.
At school he really upset Emily backing out on their prom date. He lost
his few friends by smelling "fruity" with thinned brows and wavy hair.
He had cried himself to sleep the night of the senior prom. He hated
playing childish games on his X-box, listening to equally nauseating
Justin Bieber and similar music. He was particularly annoyed that he was
blocked from any pornography on his computer. He really hated doing all
those stupid things during his free time but felt compelled to do it.
About the only age appropriate thing left to him was his nightly
masturbation sessions. That little stress relieving action had changed
too. Instead of jerking off into some tissue, he now caught it in his
palm then lapped it up. He was disgusted with himself for doing that but
couldn't stop and he tried many many times.
Carol had become a totally different person. She was happier than she
had been in years. Tiny mini and mico-mini skirts and dresses were
everyday wear. Her C-cup breasts enhanced with push-up and gel bras and
constantly in danger of spilling out of her low cut blouses and dresses.
Gone was all her cotton undergarments replaced with sexy satin and silk
lingerie. Panty hose were swapped for real seamed hosiery and finely
embroidered lace frilled garter belts. Her makeup was usually always in
a glamour night time look. Her dirty blond hair was now what she had
called Champagne and done in a big hair up do. The only time she was in
flip flops was when she was getting a tan in her bikini. Now she could
always be found wearing skyscraper stiletto heels. She looked more like
she should be working a street corner rather than a stay at home mother.
Now that she had a high maintenance look she didn't have the time to
clean the house or do much cooking. These duties she passed off on her
son. When he hesitated and didn't put in real effort, she took away his
car privileges. He had tried to argue he needed his car to get to
school. She told him to take the school bus. It was very humiliating
having to do that but he only had a month left. It took him awhile to
stop being embarrassed hand washing her intimates.
She was even dating again and totally enthralled with her man. Dennis
was a nephew of Mrs. Abernathy and she had introduced them. Mark
positively hated him with a passion but couldn't act it out. His mommy
had told him that he would be nice to Dennis. Dennis was just twenty-
two, half his mother's age, short, sweaty, rude and crude. Mark doubted
the man had any redeeming qualities whatsoever. He treated his mommy
like a personal slave and didn't think twice touching inappropriate
places on her body no matter who was watching. His idea of dressing up
was wearing his tee shirt with the least number of stains and least
smelly jeans. Mark cringed at the thought of what people must whisper
about the two of them when they ventured out. At the moment they were
only seeing each other once a week but Carol thought she was falling in
love with the greatest man ever.
When Mrs. Abernathy heard that she was very pleased. Dennis was the son
of one of the biggest video porn makers and distributers in Florida. Of
course Dennis would talk Carol into appearing in those movies and her son
as well in time. Mark wouldn't be the stud in those but on the receiving
end as a frilly little sissy by the time Mrs. Abernathy was finished.
Ninety percent of their wages would go to Mrs. Abernathy as agent fees.
By the day of graduation Mrs. Abernathy had most of her plan
accomplished. Over the past two months she had altered Carol's mind and
thinking processes. Getting her to act and think like a stripper/street
walker hadn't been hard. However most of her conditioning went into
changing how she saw her son. It had been a labor intensive effort but
it worked. Mark was viewed more as a Marcie than a Mark. He was in the
eyes of his mother a pantywaist homosexual girlie boy. She fully
accepted that, supported and loved him. Now out of school, his outward
appearance could be changed to match her vision. It was what her son
truly wanted after all.
Mrs. Abernathy had shown her several websites. There she could purchase
the most precious, dainty and frilly little girlie dresses in his size.
As well as over the top party dresses, equally frilly lingerie could be
had all in bright shimmering satin. The necessary accessories like
ribbons, bracelets and such she could get locally. Two weeks before
graduation she began accumulating a wonderful new wardrobe for her sissy
son.
Mrs. Abernathy could have with very little effort made Carol sign over
all her assets including the house and two cars. But there was no fun in
doing that. No, the deep satisfaction of seeing them destroy their lives
and growing sexual depravity where just too much fun. Besides, she still
had four months before needing to move on.
Ooo
Since his driving privileges were revoked Mark lost almost all contact
with the outside world. He spent all his free time learning how to keep
house, wash and iron clothing and cook decent meals. Going to bed at
nine and getting up with the sun to perform stretching and exercises that
Mrs. Abernathy assured him he had to do didn't help. Wearing a spandex
pink or lavender leotard and white tights that crushed his male parts was
almost as bad as doing leg splits. Spending over an hour after exercising
with his mommy bathing then applying tons of facial and body creams
before tending to his hair left him exhausted. Often he would nod off
during one of his classes and his grades suffered. Still it was
graduation day and he had passed.
"At last I have my diploma and with that can get into college. All I
have to do is convince mommy to let me register and go to summer school.
I picked South Carolina to get far away and they have accepted. Now I
need to get her okay," he mused as the graduation ceremony ended.
He groaned loudly as he saw his mommy, Dennis and Mrs. Abernathy coming
toward him. His mommy was dressed particularly slutty today in a skin
tight red satin micro-mini that didn't conceal the black garter straps.
Along with the skirt she wore a billowing low cut black chiffon blouse
and wearing a large floppy black satin hat. Dennis was his usual coarse
sweaty self and Granny just plain old Granny in a gingham dress.
"Could this get any more humiliating?" he thought as they neared.
"Oh Marcie....errrr....I mean Mark I'm so proud of mommy's little gir...errr
boy," she yelled out which yielded snickers from nearby lingering
students.
Her comment reaffirming the common school gossip that he was gay. With
his arched brows, flowing mid-shoulder length wavy hair, smelling like
strawberries and smooth complexion had started that rumor over a month
ago. Well he could forget about all that now as he was going to college.
When he got there the first thing he planned on doing was getting a buzz
cut then hitting the gym. He needed to bulk up as the diet his mommy had
him on and the exercises only made his body look more like one of the
girls. He even had little mounds on his chest and a tight round butt.
Two months ago he weighed one thirty and now tipped the scales at a
measly one ten.
When they got home he was taken into the kitchen where a small cake was
sitting on the table. "Go ahead and all of you sit while I prepare the
tea. Dennis you want a beer, right? Marcie I made the cake to celebrate
your graduation," Mrs. Abernathy said.
Mark grimaced as it seemed like everyone was calling him Marcie lately
and he hated that. Couldn't they see he was all boy? But he sat and
waited for the tea without comment. Mommy cut two small slices of the
cake and handed one to him taking the other for herself. She had a
strange smile on her face as she sat.
"Look mommy I have to tell you something. I got accepted to South
Carolina and entered their summer early start program. All I need is a
check and show them my school record. I will be leaving at the end of
next week. I hope you are happy for me."
"Wha......what..leaving for college? Well Marcie I hate to burst your bubble
but no you're not. Mommy certainly doesn't approve. No not one bit.
You are staying here and living with me and Dennis. Why, I've ordered
new d?cor for your room and purchased lots of nice new clothing for you.
The painters have already been here and the furniture delivered tomorrow.
So you're not going anywhere. Isn't that right Mrs. Abernathy?"
"Of course it is dear. Now both of you drink your tea and eat some cake.
We'll discuss this after that. It's not nice to argue on such a day. We
need to celebrate Marcie's graduation."
It was obvious they both wanted to say more but did as they were told.
Finished their snack, Mrs. Abernathy pulled out her sparkling locket.
"Marcie what is your name?"
"It's Mark not Marcie and why have all of you been calling me by that
stupid name?"
"Get this straight Marcie. You are and always have been Marcie Lynn
Simms and you are a homosexual little girlie boi. You love wearing the
frilliest primmest girlie dresses and silky lingerie. You have always
been a little girl on the inside and now you want to become what you are.
You are a gay, little girlie boi and love men and other boys like you.
You have always been a little twelve year old prissy girl at heart and as
such will obey your mommy in all things. Now tell me who you are and
what you want to be," Mrs. Abernathy demanded.
Mark sat mouth ajar for a few moments as his brain filled with new
attitudes and thoughts. In a higher pitched lisping voice he replied,
"My name ith Mawcie Lynn Thimms and I'm a little pwithy twelve yeaw old
giwl. I love fwilly fancy dwesses and silky lingewie n...n I love boys
like me and men too. I do what evew my mommy tellth me ath I want to be
a good little giwl."
"Hey what about me?" Dennis spoke up.
"Just a moment Dennis I was just getting to that. Marcie we just love
your cute little lisp so keep talking like that always but make your
voice a bit higher and softer. Now, you love your Uncle Dennis to death
don't you? You will do whatever he tells you just like your mommy. It
makes you very happy to please and obey your mommy and Uncle Dennis."
"Yeth Gwanny I do with all my heawt," he replied in a softer slightly
higher tone.
Turning her attention to Carol stated, "Carol darling you're such a slut
but you're deeply in love with Dennis and will do anything to please him.
You love that your son has finally accepted who he really is. You fully
support his new life style in every way. When he's in one of those
precious dresses and ruffled silky panties you bought you just adore him.
You are so relieved that he can now be himself and you love him even
more."
"Of course Mrs. Abernathy. I know all that and really happy he can now
be all that he ever wanted to be."
"Very good dear. Now Dennis are you satisfied? I believe you have
something for me?" she said sticking her hand out for the very fat
envelope.
As she got up to leave she nodded to Carol and Marcie but gave Dennis a
hard stare. "Dennis if I don't get a nice deposit every month, what I
did to them will seem like heaven to you and your father."
A very scared Dennis quickly answered, "You can count on it Mrs.
Abernathy, ma'am."
To Be Continued
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