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Mrs. Abernathy Goes To Florida Part 2 The fiction story continues Part 1 and should be read first. It is not for the sweet/sentimental reader. May be downloaded for personal use only. No other approval is given unless approved by the author. It contains strong humiliation, unwanted sex and forced feminizing. Comments may be made at [email protected]. Mrs. Abernathy Goes To Florida Part 2 Once Mrs. Abernathy left the small group, Carol jumped up and grabbing Mark's hand said, "Come on Marcie. I can't wait to show you what we did to your room and all the lovely new clothing." He didn't want a new room, he didn't want to spend another night in the house nor did he want any new clothing. All he wanted was to get off to college and away from all that had happened over the past two months. His mind screamed those desires but his body rose and meekly followed his mommy. The room had been redecorated while he was at his graduation ceremonies. It was now all shades of pink and white with a few splashes of lavender. The walls were painted in a powder pink with eggshell white trim. The window treatments were in a pink satin with white lace overlay. The French Provincial styled furniture was painted in a pink enamel with white pin stripping details. The queen sized bed had white linens with tiny pink hearts, matching lace frilled pillow covers and a soft lavender quilted satin comforter. The vanity skirted in powder pink box pleated satin with a matching bench seat. Otherwise the room was unchanged, the Justin Bieber poster was still on the wall but the kitty picture gone. In its place was a painting of two Victorian little girls bent over exposing layers of petticoats and ruffled pantaloons picking flowers. An oil lamp emitting a strong floral-spicy scent was a new addition to the top of his bureau. White fuzzy throw rugs were scattered about on the wooden floor. "Don't you just love it darling!" Carol exclaimed. "OMG no! I hate it more than I did the old room," his mind screamed but what he said was, "Of couwth mommy, it'th the betheth woom evew!" "Come, let me show you all the new clothing I bought for your coming out," she said leading him over to the walk-in closet. Row upon row of little girl satin party dresses, satin hobble skirts and fancy blouses filled the closet. The only pants that could be seen were all velvet shorts and vest sets in feminine colors. There were plenty of ruffled, beribboned and lace frilled chiffon, tulle, taffeta and satin petticoats as well. His mind was numbed by seeing what he was expected to wear. From the closet he was led over to his bureau. Yes, he had been forced to wear panties and silky camisoles every day except when he had PE but they were plain compared to what the drawers contained. Panties galore, a mix of full cut and pantaloon styles filled two drawers. They were all made of satin in very vivid colors with tons of white floral lace trim and satin ribbon bows. Another held matching training bras in satin and frills. He was even more horrified when the next drawer was opened. It contained elaborate metal boned wasp waisted satin corsets. The last held seamed hosiery and little girl ruffled lace trimmed nylon socks. Mark's mind was reeling by the time the tour of his new room was over. It kept shouting, "No this can't be! I don't want this! She can't be serious! I can't wear that! No boy should have to wear that! It's sick and repulsive." To his shock his voice and body exhibited nothing but pure delight. He did manage to get around his conditioning somewhat by asking, "Mommy whewe ith my boys clofhing?" "Why we donated all of it to Goodwill sweetheart. You won't ever be wearing those ugly rough things again." "Marcie don't you think you should give your mommy a nice curtsey and kiss to thank her?" Dennis said then added, "I should get one too and a nice big hug." After he had performed the onerous task of hugging and kissing Dennis on the cheek was told to get out of his clothing. "That bastard grabbed my ass. Why can't mommy see what a pervert that pimpled faced ass is?" "Okay darling, get undressed and out of that boy's clothing. Oh dear, I don't know where I want to start first. Hurry up Marcie, I want to see how this delightful lingerie ensemble looks on you," she said holding up a matching set of very shiny vibrant lavender and pink satin full cut panties and bra. Pulling up as much of his will as possible, Mark feebly protested. "Mommy...Uncle Dennis is still here." "Of course sweetie. You don't have anything to hide from your Uncle. Now get undressed. I simply can't wait to see you dressed as my darling little girl." The panties were positively glowing in a vertical stripped pattern, the back had six rows of white floral lace and a very large pink satin ribbon bow at the center of the waistband. The crotch had an opening surrounded by a halo of white chiffon. The matching A-cup bra's stiff satin cups stuck out sharply and hemmed in white lace frills. Mark certainly didn't want to strip naked with them standing watching nor did he want to put on the flamboyant lingerie. However in what seemed like just a moment, he was wearing the lingerie, jumping up and down and clapping his hands like a thrilled five year old girl. "Oh fhank you mommy, fhank you iho much," he said enthusiastically. "I just knew you would love them darling but you need to adjust your panties. See that opening there, yes that, you need to put your little pee pee and marbles through the opening. That's a darling boy. Let me put this protective sheath on and tie a pretty little bow to secure it," Carol commented bending down. She worked the bright purple satin sheath onto his penis and around his balls. It was rubber lined and would protect his dainties from any possible stains. A clear long plastic tube came out of the end of the sheath capped with a penis shaped pacifier. A wide matching garter belt embellished with lace along the six straps with the pink metal tabs covered in bright lavender satin bows and floral embroidery was put on. The belt pulled his waist in a good three inches. She had him sit and quickly rolled white thigh high nylons up his legs. Once she had the tabs hooked and the hosiery taut, she pulled three very full taffeta and chiffon petticoats into place. "Give us a twirl Marcie," she instructed. "I need to raise those petties higher on your waist. You do want to let everyone see the frilly lace on your panties don't you dear?" Going to his walk-in closet, she selected a very ornate lavender satin little girls' party dress and pair of pink patent leather shoes. It had a lace frilled rounded neckline, short boning supported balloon puffed chiffon sleeves tied off with pink satin ribbons. A wide pink satin sash just below the bust line was tied off in a humongous bow with long streamers. The tiers of the skirt were trimmed in pink lace and reached to his upper thighs. Dressed she sat him at his vanity and began working on his long hair. She didn't have the time, so pinned it and secured a gold sausage curled wig in place. "Baby, we don't have time to do anything with your hair today but I promise tomorrow I'll take you to the salon. We'll get the works and your hair will look a lot like this wig. I promise." Concealer, foundation, liquid eye linger, lavender blended into pink shadows, long black artificial lashes and bright lustrous lavender lipstick covered in a high gloss completed his makeup. As a finishing touch placed a lace embellished pink satin baby bonnet on his head tying the streamers in a big bow under his chin. All that was left were the pink patent leather shoes. The shoes had a one inch platform sole with a leather bow attached at the pointed toe. The heels were five inched spikes and had a wide ankle strap. Carol fitted the shoes, making sure the ankle strap was tight before helping Mark stand. He wobbled and threatened to topple over as his mommy led him around the room. The heels made a loud click-clack on the wooden flooring. Before teaching him how to mince in the stripper heels, she took the pacifier hanging under his skirts. Pushing it into his mouth, told him to always keep it there and suck on it. "All prissy little girls like you get very excited by being dressed and acting this way. So in case you have any accidents, you can drink all that gooey boy cream all up. I know you would hate to waste any of it." The pacifier's guard was a large pair of bright red lips and the tit shaped into a three inch circumcised penis. "There's no way in hell you're going to do that," he thought but opened his mouth. Much to his dismay, as he began sucking, the sheath contracted giving a pleasant sensation. Emily had kissed it once, quickly but pulled back. The feeling he was getting now was similar but lacked the warmth. Ooo Each time he pranced by the full length mirror, stopped and gave it a curtsey his mind screamed in anguish. While his mind was repulsed by the image, his body giggled and blew the reflection a kiss. After about an hour Mark had the hang of walking in those tall heels. His toes, feet, ankles and calves burned but his body ignored it. As he sat before the mirror with his skirts piled up almost to his chin noticed a white liquid moving up the tube. He had climaxed without even realizing it. For the next couple of hours Marcie practiced sitting, bending and walking. Not quite the little girl moves as he was taught to bend at the waist and strut like a model. After each session would drop into a curtsey and say, "Fhank you mommy fow thowing me how to be a propew liffle thithy giwl." At supper he was put into an extra-large powder blue satin bib with rubber white lace trim. He had to cut his food into very small pieces and chew at least ten times before swallowing. Eating would be one of the few time his pacifier would ever leave his mouth. After dinner while Carol and Dennis were having a good fuck, Marcie sat in front of the television set. The DVD was of two muscular men, one black one Hispanic, getting it on with a younger white boy dressed like an over the top little girl. Later when mommy and Dennis returned, Marcie sat across Dennis' lap with arms around his neck. With the dress and frilly petticoats pressed up between them, Marcie wiggled his butt as Dennis put sloppy wet kisses all over his neck, ears and face. Dennis kissed and fondled the boy until white fluid ran up the tube and a muffled sigh was heard. Mommy then took him to bed. Mark's dreams that night were one nightmare after another. It was in dreams that his subconscious took over. The humiliations and degradations forced upon him that day replayed in a constant loop. The question of "Why" he couldn't do anything to stop the madness was never answered. In his troubled sleep he sucked furiously on his rubber penis pacifier. Ooo It took his mommy more than two hours to get him ready in the morning. She had bathed and helped with his morning toilet then dressed him. Today would be a long one spent at a special spa run by a friend of Mrs. Abernathy. For the occasion, Mark had been carefully dressed. Scarlet satin ruffled panties with that special opening and matching training bra were his only lingerie. A bright white satin sheath covered his penis and balls. For outer wear she put him in a white satin, puffed sleeved blouse with a lacy peter pan collar that buttoned up the back. A red velvet high waisted short-shorts with a sailor front and large brass button closure with a matching vest followed. To compete his outfit she added nylon socks with wide fringe of red lace, a pair of four inch stiletto heeled pumps and white straw box hat with veil. After his makeup and wig were put on, she popped his pacifier into his scarlet lips. The spa was located in a nondescript neighborhood owned by Dennis' father. It was here that Mark's transformation would be completed. His body was waxed from the neck down then allowed to soak in a tub of fragrant oils and moisturizers. When he emerged, his skin was whiter, smoother and smelled of flowers. His natural long hair had been turned golden and given sausage curls with curli-cue bangs. Permanent ebony eye liner and deep red bee stung shaped lip liner were tattooed on and the lips plumped into soft pillows. His ears were pierced three times in each lobe and a Sleep Beauty pendant inserted into his navel. Tattooing the face of Sleeping Beauty with puckered red lips covering his right ass cheek took the longest. While Mark was being treated Carol underwent her own changes. Her hair was bleached platinum with pink highlights and put into an old fashioned big bee hive. Padding had been added to give the style a cartoonish Mrs. Simpson look. Her eyebrows had been permanently removed and high thin deep black arches tattooed. Her lips were severely pumped up and made the most prominent feature on her face. Her nipples were enlarged and thickened into half inch by half inch size and pierced. The inner lips of her vagina were greatly enlarged and dyed bright red so they would really stand out for close up shots. Finally a spider's web was tattooed on the left side of her neck. A small Sleeping Beauty could be seen centered in that black web. Both Dennis and his father were more than pleased with the results. Their eyes glowed with dollar signs as they examined the finished products. "Those two are going to make us fuckin' rich boy despite what we have to pay Mrs. Abernathy. We begin filming next month. You just make damn sure you don't tap Marcie's ass or even think about it. I'm saving that virgin for my best client." Ooo It would be awhile before mother and son's tattoos and piercings healed before they could begin filming. In the meantime Carol enjoyed dressing Mark up in his various outfits. When dressed in her favorite outfit, he had to wear his burgundy satin with black lace and ribbon detailing corset cinched in five full inches. His breathing was forced into shallow gasps but his torso took on that necessary hour glass look. A luminous red satin penis and testicle sheath was tied off with a purple satin ribbon followed by iridescent white pantaloons frilled with layers of burgundy floral lace. The cuffs of the pantaloons consisted of four overlapping layers of white floral lace with thin burgundy satin ribbons threated though each hem just covering the knees. White knee highs with a red satin ribbon bow attached to the back welts and burgundy satin four inch stilt heeled pointed toed pumps would complement the dress. The dress would be any little girl's beloved Christmas dress. It was made of burgundy velvet with a square bib collar of delicate white lace and short balloon sleeves of sheer chiffon with bone supports. The cuffs were three overlapping layers of white floral lace tied off with thin red satin ribbons. The skirt flared out from the just below the bust down to his rounded butt once the yards and yards of ruffled chiffon white petticoats were added. When fully dressed it took little movement to expose the ruffled bottom of his pantaloons. For accessories he wore a pair of white fingerless lace gloves with a ruffled frill of chiffon, a thin golden chain with heart shaped locket around his neck and a cute white box hat with eyebrow length net veil. A pearl handled white wicker box purse competed his look. To finish everything off she sprayed him with Jasmin scented perfume. He spent most of one day dressed like that as mommy took pictures. Carol had him in every feminine pose she could think of. Many of which were taken while he sat in Uncle Dennis' lap, being hugged and fondled. Others depicted him with hands on knees, bent over and looking back over his shoulder or on his back, knees raised and spread, skirts flaring up wildly as he stroked his sheath covered penis. Dennis did take a number of photos of Marcie and his mommy. Mommy had dressed up for them as well. She was wearing her own wasp waist black satin corset, black fishnet hose and black patent leather stripper six inch heels. A mostly unbuttoned white satin long sleeved satin blouse and mid-calf length black satin hobble skirt. Her boobies were practically falling out of her blouse. All the pictures were posted to his new media pages that Uncle Dennis has set up. Dennis' favorite was a close up of mommy and sissy son. It showed Marcie with his face inches from Carol's exposed cleavage, his cheeks indented from sucking on his pacifier and a white substance flowing up the clear plastic tube. For some reason mommy messed up all of the ones with Dennis as his head was missing. Another of his outfits that she liked was his little sailor suit. It had a white satin winged short sleeved mid-riff blouse with a V-necked deep blue sailor's bibbed collar. A cute red silk scarf was knotted at the throat in a big floppy bow. It left his belly button bared and the precious Sleeping Beauty pendant dangled for all to see. The short box pleated blue flare skirt had white piping running along the hem and didn't reach much below the crotch. Fastened at each hip was a large red satin bow with short notched streamers. His legs were encased in white thigh highs with a lace welt and red patent leather stripper six inch heels on his feet. A white satin with blue piping sailor cap was pinned atop his sausage curled head at a jaunty angle. Blue opera length satin gloves completed his dressing. The satin straps of his sea blue training bra were exposed and red, white and blue stripped satin ruffled panties seen with every step. Like all his clothing, it was mortifying for Mark but all he could do was prance around wiggling his butt. Like the other photo session, he donned a lot of feminine poses. This time, there were a number of them with him kneeling between Uncle Dennis' spread legs. The first several showed Mark caressing and fondling Dennis' hairy balls and penis. The next set were of him kissing the mushroom head then licking it and the shaft. The final shots were of Dennis' dick half way then all the way down Marcie's throat. This was the first time Mark had ever touched another person's dick and balls much less kiss them. He struggled against the instructions Dennis was giving him to no avail. His only outward expression was a moaning, "Oooooohhhhhhh," as he began giving his first blow job. By this point he was used to drinking his own cum but someone else's was another thing entirely. His mind reeled in abject horror as the first glob hit the back of his mouth but he swallowed. As Mark was undergoing his own struggles, Carol had her own battles to confront. Inwardly she couldn't believe what she was putting her son through or how thrilled he appeared doing them. He had been all boy up until recently and never showed any hint of being a homosexual sex hungry little girl. Then again until a short time ago, she didn't like wearing heavy makeup or dressing like a hooker either. One of the last things she would have ever wanted was a tattoo or her son to get one but all that had changed. Even dating a man, no a boy not much older than her son, would have been totally out of the question as well. She was confused and angry at herself for not being able to control what was happening around her. Being a whore and helping her son become one as well just didn't compute but she was helpless to stop any of it. All she could do was silently scream in agony as events were forced upon her. Ooo Mrs. Abernathy sat in the lounge chair watching Marcie give her very first blow job. Her hand was busy between her legs rubbing furiously a large smile on her lips. No one in the room seemed to even notice she was sitting there watching intently. "This is so friggin hot! The eyes, the eyes are the windows into the soul and I can see all the hate, humiliation and disgust in both their eyes. Watching that mother and son debase themselves is worth all my efforts. Well watching and knowing that deep down they know what has happened and can't stop. That's it my darlings keep it up and hate every second. Feed my hatred feed my lust with your perversions. Yes, that is where I get the will to do what I do best." Ooo Alfred, Dennis' father, sat behind his desk looking at Mr. Julio Gomez his best client. Mr. Gomez was reputed to be a major drug lord but looked like none of those depicted in the movies. He was grossly overweight, mostly bald and wore thick black rimmed glasses. His face was sprinkled with dark liver spots. His large nose always red in contrast to his light brown skin. It seemed that there was more hair growing out of his ears and nose than on his head. He was dressed in rumpled khaki slacks and sweat stained white dress shirt. Despite his appearance no one ever gave him any disrespect. "Don Julio you have seen the photos and I assure you that Marcie is a virgin and never violated. I know of your....errr....particular tastes and would appreciate it if you could do me the honor of resolving that." "Ahhh a favor for a favor is it? So how can I repay this 'honor' you wish to bestow upon me?" "I have a situation, nothing serious but I could use your influence Don Julio. I want to bring in some girls from Mexico. Your assistance in the transportation would ease the passage." "I do know of people that can arrange such things but what you ask is no small favor. However, your little Marcie intrigues me. A virgin you say?" Ooo Marcie was dressed very specifically per Mr. Gomez's instructions. The only undergarments were a frilly white training bra and a four layered pleated bright white chiffon flaring tap panty. Over this an aqua green leotard like spandex garment was pulled on. A diamond shaped panel had been removed from the center and had a deep "V" neckline. A bright white chiffon blouse with a high pointed collar trimmed in white floral lace buttoned at the throat and down the front. The elbow length balloon sleeves were made of three layers of delicate white chiffon secured with thin aqua satin ribbon bows. A wide brimmed aqua green boater hat was pinned to his hair. The brim had a frill of white lace and the white satin band tied off into a large bow with long notched streamers at the back. Aqua green three tiered overlapping lace cuffs were attached to the wrists, white nylon socks with four ruffled layers of aqua lace and a pair of aqua green patent leather Mary Jane styled shoes with a two inch block heel and metal taps completed his look. The only accessory was a fluffy panda bear purse. The leotard pulled painfully into his groin as he sat to have his makeup applied. The makeup wasn't overdone but took lots of time. His eyes were elaborate and when finished looked like the eyes of a peacock's feather. His plump lips were a vivid scarlet with a high gloss and his cheeks glowed with a dusty rose blush. His nails were given one inch extensions and varnished scarlet to match his lips. Carol had prepared him as best she could teaching him about douching, lubrication and how to cleanse in the aftermath. "When a girl, or boy girl in your case, makes love for the first time darling, it can be very painful. Fortunately you have an advantage knowing beforehand and can limit the pain. Now don't get me wrong but the pain will lessen and who knows, it might last long enough for you to get a lot of pleasure. Men are messy and don't care if their partner gets satisfied. All they want to do is spread their man seed and roll over. It can be so frustrating but we do it anyway." "Normally I would insist on using a condom but Dennis says that your lover hates them. Condoms are good protection and limit the mess but I want you to take several super tampons and maxi-pads. You'll be stretched and definitely need them. Now remember what we told you. It's very important that you do whatever Don Gomez wants or he may get physical. You and I both don't want that. So be nice and remember your training videos." Ooo Mrs. Abernathy was royally pissed. She had been in Florida for almost five months and should be preparing to leave. However Alfred had welched on their deal. Yes she had what was left of Carol Simms's assets, about $1.5 million and another $50 thousand from their porno movies but Alfred cheated. He had held back on both royalties and ten percent of the profit he made off five Mexican whores. An associate, Mr. Jackson an astute financial expert, had shown her the figures. Of course much of his findings were based on hearsay and guess-ta-mates but he was seldom far off. Based on his figures Alfred owed her at least another $250 grand. She had to get to the truth and invited Alfred, his wife and Dennis over for a farewell dinner. "I don't care if that SOB cheated me out of five dollars or five million! No one welches on me and gets away with it. He needs to pay up and rue the day he was born. If I don't make him and his family pay dearly then no one will respect me in the future," she stormed. Alfred wasn't happy about bringing his wife, Darcy, to Mrs. Abernathy's. He never involved her in his business but this was supposed to be a social dinner. One would expect a man such as Alfred to have a blond headed big breasted bimbo for a wife. Darcy was anything but. She was pretty, in good shape for a forty-three year old and easily blended in with the population at large. In other words, she was your typical soccer mom except her son no longer played the game. Throughout their twenty plus years of marriage, she believed her husband and now her son ran an insurance business. Alfred other than having a slight belly bulge was a fit forty-five with thick black hair with a fair complexion. An uncle now long deceased with connections, had gotten him involved in the porn business when he was eighteen. Alfred worked his way up from being a brothel manager to where he was today. He was now one of the State's biggest producers and distributers of porn. He wasn't connected like his uncle and didn't want to be. He wanted to be independent from their influence and protect his family from possible threat. He was a bit nervous and uncomfortable but confidant as he rang Mrs. Abernathy's doorbell. He was well aware of her reputation and that he had short changed her but was sure she wasn't aware of that. His nervousness an unease dissipated as they were warmly welcomed and had a superb dinner. Mrs. Abernathy couldn't have been nicer or the food any better. After the meal Mrs. Abernathy had Alfred open a bottle of very expensive Portuguese port and fill everyone a glass. Alfred wasn't stupid by a long shot and had kept his eyes on her the entire evening. He made damn sure they ate and drank what she did. Dennis had told him about how she would drug her tea and what had happened to the Simms. The cork on the bottle of fine wine didn't seem tampered with so happily poured. Standing with cut crystal glass in hand toasted Mrs. Abernathy for her hospitality. As he finished swallowing the fantastic port, he noted that her glass was still full. "Shit!" was his last conscious thought. Ooo Alfred woke up suddenly, a bit dizzy, the need to relieve himself overpowering. The room was dark but he found the bathroom easy enough. Standing over the commode reached down to guide his dick. His fingers touched cold metal and what sleep remained vanished immediately. Looking down he saw his penis encased in a bright stainless steel tube tucked down between his legs. The tube was barely an inch long and half as much around. From the way his scrotal sack overlapped the metal strap his balls must have been pushed up back inside his body. Letting out a soft moan, he pulled the lid down and sat. As the urine poured forth, he became aware of another feeling. This time in his ass. Reaching between his legs, he touched something rectangular, soft but unyielding. Grasping it, he pulled. As it came out an emptiness was left behind. Holding it up, he recognized it. It was an eight inch long by five inches wide at the center silicone butt plug. He wanted to toss it as far away from him as possible but carefully laid it on the counter top. Trying to assess the damage he was dismayed as all five fingers entered the anal ring with little resistance. Ashen faced he got off the commode, turned on the light and looked at his reflected image in the full length mirror. Other than the chastity he was completely nude. Over his right breast was a bright tattoo of Tinkerbelle, over and around the left was one of the dragon from "The Never Ending Story." His belly button had been surrounded in a colorful floral wreath. Matching floral wreaths were on both wrists and ankles. Looking back over his shoulder he checked out his backside. A solitary burgundy colored rose with bright green stem adorned his right shoulder blade. A pair of puckered bright red lips was on his left. Across the saddle of his back was a detailed floral design running from hip to hip with a pink penis etched vertically in its center spewing pink sperm. The left cheek had the word in fancy black script, "Enter" and on the other, "Here." None of the tattoos looked new and his anus was gaping. The butt plug was now a necessity. The piercings were all well healed and numerous. Six in each earlobe, the most prominent was a large pink pearl stud in the center of each lobe. His septum held a gold hoop, a chromed barbell and hoop were in each brow, another barbell was in the center of his lip and larger one through his tongue. Centered in his navel was a pink rhinestone penis held on a gold chain. Dazed and confused he staggered back into the bedroom. The bedside lamp was on and a stranger sitting up in the bed he had left. The man was humongous in both height and weight, blacker than the ace of spades. "Bitch what da fuck took ya so long n what's with all dat moaning n groanin'. Ya woke my sorry ass up with all dat commotion. Sheet! As long as I's awake, get ya ass back in bed n give me a good blow. What da fuck ya lookin' at like dat? You'd think ya never seen me afore now. Sheet ya been my bitch fer almost a year and ya coppin n attitude." Dennis was on all fours, a big black dildo plunging into his ass as another pink gel one was working his mouth over. He was wearing a pink satin DD bra and pink net tutu. The bra barely contained what looked like real boobs. Unfortunately for Dennis they were silicone implants. Both women were grunting with their efforts and both were amazons. They both had flat top styled hair one red hair the other a blond with muscular builds. The one in front was wearing grease stained jeans and black and green checked flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The one in back tan khakis with a blue wife beater tee. Her breasts barely tented the tight tee shirt. As Dennis hit the floor exhausted when the women pulled out, the fog lifted from his brain. With the realization that he was the she male sex slave of two notorious lesbians famous for their bad ass roles in porno movies he fainted. Later when he discovered that he had been castrated and his penis surgically altered into a small stub, he cried for hours. His mother, Marcie, was there. She had been changed dramatically as well. Now she looked and acted like the biggest street whore imaginable. Big platinum hair, her breasts enlarged to EE's and the sluttiest clothes with no less than a six inch stiletto heels. In the past she had been a loving mother but now she got her thrills putting him in a leather straight jacket, ballet boots and stringing him from the ceiling for hours. She did tricks to help fund the lesbian household but much preferred eating out her two roommates. As Dennis hung swinging, she beat his round ass with a riding crop. Suddenly she paused, everything coming back to her now. With a wailing cry the riding crop fell from her hand. Ooo Mrs. Abernathy was enjoying a Mai Tai with a cute umbrella in it. "Nothing like a pacific island get away," she thought. The End