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Hell-O-Ween By Cheryl Lynn This is a short outtake from my very first story Paulette. All disclaimers apply and may be downloaded for personal use only. It is not for the sweet/sentimental reader and comments may be sent to [email protected]. Hell-O-Ween Jerimiah Johnson, unlike the famed mountain man who shared the same name, was anything but. He was five foot six, weighed one hundred forty pounds and had brown hair touching his shoulders. He has been living with his Aunt Grace and her lover, Naomi, for the past five years. At thirteen his parents were killed in a traffic accident and Grace was his nearest living relative. As a freshly made teenager, Jerimiah was an active typical boy who enjoyed sports, fishing with his father and other outdoor activities. However that all disappeared once he moved in with his Aunt and her lover. He was prohibited from playing sports except for table tennis which he hated. No television or movies with anything higher than a "G" rating were allowed. The same for his reading materials. Jerimiah was required to come straight home from school. Nor was he allowed to participate in any after school activities or date. The only thing they didn't have total control over was his computer. The only reason they let him have it was for school. They did limit the amount of time he could use it. However once Jerimiah was sure they were asleep would stay up hours playing games or watching porn. Due to his highly restricted life style had no real friends or social skills. However, he was still all boy no matter how hard his guardian tried to minimize it. Naomi was a domineering butch lesbian of early middle age. During the past five years, he had never seen her wearing a dress or skirt. Grace was considered pretty but not beautiful and assertive when it came to Jerimiah. She too seldom wore dresses or wore makeup. Both women detested all men in general but put up with having a boy living with them. The only reason they condescended to take him in was the money. Money enough to make them overcome their hatred of the male population. The only additional problem accompanying the estate was the trustee's oversight. Until he turned eighteen, a trustee was appointed by the court to ensure Jerimiah wasn't mistreated or his fortune mishandled. During the early years of his living with Grace the trustee would meet with them every quarter. After two years the personal meetings stopped. The trustee by then was satisfied that everything was fine and only examined the expense reports. While he did feel sorry for the boy's strict living conditions, there was no sign of physical abuse. As long as there wasn't an outrageous purchase or hospitalization he couldn't interfere. What he didn't know was that Jerimiah was given growth inhibitors. The last thing in the world Naomi wanted around the house was a big strong male like his father had been. Once he turned eighteen the trusteeship dissolved and the inheritance rolled over into Jerimiah's personal account. Ooo October 31st was Jerimiah's birthday and Halloween. It was both a day of anticipation and a day of loathing. Grace and Naomi used the holiday as a means of humiliation and demonstration of their control. On his first Halloween under their domination, they put him in costume for the entire day. A practice they insisted upon for the next four years. Jerimiah did his best to resist but the women were too strong for him. Thanks to the growth inhibitors, he would never be strong enough to defy them. Only the threat of the trustee's oversight kept them from taking things much further. That first Halloween as soon as he returned from school, was given a bubble bath. What hair he had on his body was removed except for a small rectangular landing strip. That little strip of hair would make Jerimiah the laughing stock at school after his first physical education class. Naomi had left that pubic hair knowing it would alienated him from his classmates. Once bathed and covered in a floral scented body lotion was dressed for the rest of the day. A muted white with high gloss white satin paneled long line girdle was pulled up his body followed by a white satin training bra. A stiff white net crinoline with nylon yoke completed his underwear. Jerimiah had struggled fruitlessly against this but once the petticoats were on, the fight drained out of him. A pale peach colored party dress featuring a two tiered flare skirt was lowered over his head and zipped up the back. Each tier of the skirt was hemmed with a band of bright peach satin outlined in white lace interspersed with small peach bows. The bodice had a satin heart outlined in white lace and Peter Pan collar. The short puffed sleeves were sheer chiffon. A peach satin sash tied off in a large floppy bow. White nylon ankle socks with peach ruffled lace, black Mary Jane style shoes with a two inch heel and a peach satin bow attached at the side of his head completed his dressing. Not satisfied in just dressing him like a big sissy, they added peach lipstick, pink eye shadow and a heady dose of fruity smelling perfume. From the neck down Jerimiah looked like a darling young teenage girl but with his short hair would never completely pass. He spent that afternoon learning how to sit and walk like a girl. At dusk he was given a pair of white cotton gloves, a wicker basket and taken by Naomi trick or treating. She escorted the humiliated boy up and down their street to collect treats. However the embarrassment didn't end there. Both Grace and Naomi took him to the local community park's party. There they made sure Jerimiah participated in all the activities before taking the mortified boy home. A similar scene was played out every Halloween thereafter with each becoming more elaborate than the previous. The worst by far was his seventeenth when Naomi had Kevin escort him to the school's party. Kevin was in the closet back then and needed a "passable" date. For the party Jerimiah, after the traditional bath and shave, was dressed in lingerie. Now that he was older, a C-cup uplift demi-cup purple satin gel bra with matching panty girdle. These were followed by a heavily lace frilled camisole and half-slip. For the first time he put on sheer nylons with a lace welt and three inch spike heeled purple strappy sandals with rhinestones covering the straps. A semi-sheer white chiffon blouse with balloon long sleeves and lacy jabot tie that did little to hide the camisole was buttoned up his back. A mid-thigh purple satin box pleated flare skirt and Bolero styled purple woolen jacket with pink rope piping completed his outer wear. He was used to them putting on lipstick and eye shadow but this time they went with a full glamour look. His hair was long enough, shoulder length, to style. They decided on twin pigtails tied off with bright purple satin ribbon with long streamers. When they had finished with him there was no trace of Jerimiah. A pretty almost beautiful teenaged girl was reflected back from the full length mirror. Naomi actually felt herself get aroused looking at the pretty boy/girl they had created. The image also gave her the germ of an idea that blossomed a few months later into full bloom. The only good thing about Jerimiah's date was that Kevin went to the rival high school across town. The most damage was done to his ego as he was forced to act and behave like the other girls. That meant going with them to the lady's and dancing with his date. Fortunately the music was so loud it made talking difficult and he made it through the night undiscovered. He cringed with every slow dance as Kevin's penis pressed against his stomach. Jerimiah blanched with each kiss to his neck, ear lobes and lips as they danced. His worst fears of more intimate interaction came with the end of the dance. Kevin parked in an out of the way darkened area. Jerimiah got away with some heavy kissing as a patrol car ended Kevin's ambitions. Ooo The day he had been waiting for was tomorrow, his eighteenth birthday. The day when he could legally obtain control of his money and his freedom. He had hated both his Aunt and Naomi from the very first. His hatred was aimed mostly at his restricted controlled life but also their lifestyle. His father had been a strong homophile and would have nothing to do with Grace. Those feelings had been passed along to his son. Throughout those miserable five years Jerimiah didn't bother to hide his disdain for their lifestyle. That birthday would be tomorrow and Jerimiah planned on kicking the "fucking lesbians," as he silently referred to them, out of the house and his life. "I can't wait to see the look on those two when I tell them to get the fuck out. They've been screwing my life over and living high off my money for the fuckin' last time," he thought getting out of bed that morning. Going down to breakfast the smug smile on his face quickly faded seeing how Grace and Naomi were looking at him. It wasn't the look of fear he expected to see. Instead it was a look of a tigress about to pounce on its prey. "What the....after I told them what I was going to do tomorrow they should be scared shitless. Instead somehow I feel it's the other way around," he thought with a frown. "I didn't expect to see you dykes this morning. I thought you would be busy packing," he grumbled taking a seat. "We just thought it would be nice to spend one last breakfast with you," Aunt Grace replied as Stella their live-in maid/cook placed his breakfast in front of him. Stella was another person he was really looking forward to kicking out on her lesbian ass. She had been living with them for the past two years. She not only was the maid/cook but the third wheel in the lesbian relationship. While the women had enjoyed normal full meals Jerimiah was fed a vegetarian diet. A diet high in soy products which are filled with natural estrogen. As a result his body sported larger than normal man boobs and his butt round and full. This morning he was served two eggs sunny side up and much to his surprise a rasher of bacon. Bacon, that most wonderful treat, only the women had enjoyed in the past. The smell had him salivating. "The bitch is probably trying to save her job. Like that's ever going to happen," he thought picking up a piece. "Jerimiah would you like some coffee?" Stella asked placing a cup beside the plate. "Coffee? They haven't ever let me drink coffee. Just their stupid horrid herbal teas. Have to give her credit though. She is trying but fuck her and the horse she rode in on," he thought bringing the cup to his lips. Jerimiah got through half his meal before everything began to get fuzzy. He was vaguely aware of being assisted on wobbly legs to the car and being put in the back seat. He was in la-la land by the time they pulled up into an older strip mall. It was located in the inner city and a place he wouldn't want to be caught in at night. There was a tattoo parlor next to what appeared to be a beauty salon. A couple of motorcycles were parked in front of the parlor and a Vietnamese grocery anchored the other end. Three obviously homeless men were standing outside the entrance sharing a bottle in a paper bag. The only other business space between the parlor and grocery was empty. As he was pulled from the back seat Jerimiah was becoming more lucid but still needed help walking to the beauty salon. Seeing the faded gold lettering on the outside of the salon, he tried to dig in his feet. Grace and Naomi held his arms tighter and dragged him into the shop. "Noooo...got...gotta get away!" his mind screamed seeing the signage, "Little Sissy Spa and Salon." "Hello I'm Miss. Emmerson and I have an appointment with Mr. Henri for my ward Jerimiah," Grace informed the young girl behind the receptionist desk. The girl was pretty enough Jerimiah thought but there was just something about her. Her platinum hair with its pink highlights, one inch florescent pink pointed nails and way overdone makeup were too much for his tastes. He had never seen a girl with that much makeup on. He noticed her name tag which was pinned to an overly fancy and frilled handkerchief. It identified her as Sissy Paulette. "We have been expecting you Miss. Emmerson. Please have a seat and Mr. Henri will be with you shortly," she replied in a soft sweet voice giving Jerimiah a sympathetic glance. In time, with his weekly appointments at the salon, Jerimiah would come to find an understanding friend in the pretty Paulette. He would also discover that Paulette was in thrall to his horrible Step-mother, Step- Grandmother and Step-sister's dictates. He despised his enforced sissyhood as much if not more than Jerimiah hated what he was forced to become. After hearing Paulette's story, Jerimiah felt a little better about his circumstances but not much. Ooo Mr. Henri showed up seconds later dressed in tight fitting black velvet slacks and a bright silk Hawaiian floral decorated shirt. The top three buttons were left undone exposing a hairless chest. Four thin gold chains hung from around his neck. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties and walked with a definite swish. On his upper lip was a thin black mustache. "Miss. Emmerson it's so nice to finally make your acquaintance. Is this the young man we discussed?" he gushed giving Grace an air kiss to the cheek. "Yes, Mr. Henri, this is my ward Jerimiah. Can you do what I asked?" she replied. "Oh without any doubt. I know I can work wonders with his body type and size. Do you still want the total transformation? Wonderful, whatever you wish is my command," he said beaming. What Jerimiah heard didn't give him any comfort and in his drugged state unable to react. "Crap! They're gonna make me dress up again this year for Halloween. I just hope they haven't fixed me up with another fuckin' date like the last time," he thought. His Aunt and Mr. Henri talked some more and he thought he heard the name "Tammy" mentioned. He had an idea of why they had brought him to a beauty salon but nothing about a transformation. What he did know was that he was afraid, very afraid. He tried to jump back as Mr. Henri reached out a manicured hand to take his. What he managed was to almost fall. If Naomi hadn't been standing behind he would have. "Come alone Jerimiah darling. We have much to do before your coming out presentation," Mr. Henri said taking his hand. "Ladies, we'll see you in about five hours." Ooo Jerimiah was escorted into a back room where what appeared to be a large woman with a deep voice stripped him naked. His resistance was minimal. His arms felt like lead and he just didn't have any energy. In short order he was dressed in a powder pink nylon smock and given a pair of pink cotton hospital slippers. From the changing room he was led into another down the hall and placed on a table. There the woman removed the smock and slippers then pushed him flat, securing his wrists and ankles with padded straps. As he stared up at the woman's face he realized that she was a he. Jerimiah noticed the five o'clock shadow, the Adam's apple and gulped. "Oh my gooood! This place is filled with queers and perverts," his mind screamed in horror. He soon began screaming for real as the she/male began waxing and pulling out the hairs on his legs and underarms. Mr. Henri came in shortly after that treatment and using a laser electrolysis machine spent the next hour removing all the hairs from his chest, crotch and face. The procedure wasn't as painful but left the skin glowing pink. By the time they had finished, Jerimiah's body from the neck down was completely hairless. Even his brows hadn't been spared as they were now nice feminine arches. Next his body was coated in a thick layer of fragrant oils and emollients and wrapped in cellophane like a mummy. His eyes were covered and a pink nylon turban placed to protect his hair as heat lamps were turned on. Jerimiah felt like he had been slow roasted for hours. However it had only been forty minutes with an occasional turning to expose his entire body to the lamps. With the cellophane removed, he was again rubbed down with more sweet smelling lotions and creams. The rub down didn't miss a spot except for his groin. When the ordeal was over, he quickly covered himself with the pink smock and put on the slippers. He was stunned to see his once nicely tanned skin almost porcelain white and smelling of roses. He was taken from that room to one across the hall and given over to the care of three women. These women didn't look quite right to Jerimiah and he guessed correctly that they were transvestites. The shock and shame of getting his body waxed had driven away most of the drug's effect. "Please, you have to give me back my clothing and let me go. I didn't ask for any of this. I've got money. Plenty of it and I'll see that you are well paid for letting me go," he begged while trying to back up through the large she/male behind him. "Sorry dearie but we have our orders. Now you can cooperate and this will be easy or.....," one of them said stepping up to him. "Or we can make this rather painful. In either case, we will do our jobs. So what's it gonna be?" she finished grabbing his scrotum painfully. An hour later he left that room blushing scarlet. If his earlier experience had been embarrassing this treatment was mortifying. A gel had been injected into his already large man boobs bringing them to full C-cup feminine splendor. A smaller amount of gel was used to fill out his lips and the cheeks on his face. His already large rear end they decided didn't need further enhancement. Mr. Henri came into the room with Paulette following behind. "Very nice ladies," he said examining their work. "This new gel stuff is so much better than implants. Supposed to be used only to enhance the cheeks but it does wonders. Monique if you would get him into position." What they did next made him faint when saw and realized what it was. It was a very realistic false vagina with full detailed lips and ridged canal that could be actually penetrated. The vagina came with a neat landing strip of auburn colored hair. With lubrication it would be hard for the penetrator to know that it was false. While in control of his body's movements Jerimiah was completely defeated. He followed one of them out of the room back in just his smock and slippers. The shock of what they had done to him was mind numbing. He was placed in another styling chair under bright lights. A flamboyant young man hovered over him as he examined Jerimiah's face. "Darling I'm Bruce and I'll be doing your makeup today. As I'll primarily be using stains I can't have you moving your head. Now I can fasten your head to the chair to keep it still while I do my magic or you can behave. So which will it be?" Bruce using a head harness strapped him in anyway. The only movement Jerimiah could do was blink. Satisfied, Bruce went to work. Using a very vivid pink stain on his lips after outlining them in red lip liner gave them that "cock sucker" look. Dark ebony stains were used to outline the eyes to give them a slight oriental look. Amethyst was blended with emerald for the eyelids. His cheeks were done in a dusty rose stain. Once the staining was completed, he painted over it using water proof makeup. "The staining was done to give you a format to follow when you do your own makeup. Of course you can use whatever color scheme you need for a particular outfit. However, until you are competent enough to do your own, just color over what I have done. It will last about two months and you should be able by then," Bruce said as he finished. Next he was seated at the shampoo station and another she/male began working on his long hair. If he wasn't scared to death, he might have found it relaxing. With his hair washed and conditioned Jerimiah was ready for Mr. Henri. His hair was long enough to put into a light permanent soft wave bob with the ends curled under. All that needed to be done was some snipping here and some there mostly to remove split ends and create sweeping bangs. With the cut done he was taken back to the shampoo station where his hair was dyed auburn. Back with Mr. Henri his hair was wound in large rollers and coated with setting gel. "Normally I would use a permanent wave solution that would maintain the curls for about two months. However as we dyed your hair today, it would be too harsh. We'll do the permanent on your next visit," he stated. "Next visit? There will never be a next visit except to see your whole staff arrested," he thought. A pink hairnet was put on and he was placed under a large domed dryer. As he was sitting under the dryer, another oriental she/male came over and gave him a manicure and pedicure. When she left, his nails were half an inch longer and varnished a bright sparkling hot pink matching his toes. Finished under the dryer Jerimiah had the rollers removed and hair brushed out. Mr. Henry shaped his sideburns into sharp crisp "V's", coated his head in hairspray and pronounced him finished. Mr. Henri then escorted him over to a full length mirror. The reflection almost made Jerimiah faint again. Standing in front of the mirror was a very pretty teenaged girl. A girl wearing only a pink smock and slippers that would have given him an instant hard on if not for the horrible covering. "What have you done? Please, you have to change me back. I'll pay you ten times what my dike Aunt will. Please, I'm begging you," he whispered as the tears started to flow. "Sorry darling but I do have standards believe it or not. Your Aunt requested this and paid my fee. Why if I accepted your offer, as generous as it is, my reputation would be shot down in flames. My advice is to accept what has been done. I also strongly recommend you stop calling your Aunt a dyke. That's one of the things that got you in this predicament. You do make a very lovely and passable young lady. Most of my transsexual customers would give their eye teeth to look half as good," he replied. Jerimiah wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, he wanted to physically attack a number of people but knew his situation was hopeless. He looked up at Mr. Henri, tears flooding down his cheeks ready to beg some more. He stopped as he was given some tissues and told to dry his eyes and blow his nose. As he did that Grace and Naomi entered the salon carrying several bags. They looked around the salon confused and wondering where Jerimiah was. He should have been ready by this time. Even as Mr. Henri walked up with a very pretty young girl held by the hand, they had no idea. It wasn't until he introduced Tammy that their mouths fell open in disbelief. They were shocked by the stunningly pretty young girl Mr. Henri had created but flabbergasted when Mr. Henry lifted up the smock. "Look Grace!" Naomi shouted pointing to Jerimiah's crotch. "Wow! It looks and even feels real," she added touching then probing the entrance with a finger. Tears of shame ran down his cheeks as they took him into a back room. With the smock taken off, the women just had to touch and fondle his new breasts. They were giggling like school girls as he squirmed under their touch. "It's a damn good thing they used waterproof makeup otherwise our darling Tammy would look hideous," Naomi said stepping back and picking up one of the bags. "Wh...why are...are you doing this to me?" Jerimiah managed to croak. "It's your birthday and also Halloween tomorrow. So we got together and decided on a costume. For the past five years you have been giving us nothing but hell for being lesbians. Well now, we thought a lesson was in order and decided that you should experience life as a normal heterosexual girl. Not just any girl but a girlie-girl who just so happens to be a slut. Now dry those eyes and we'll get you dressed or," she paused before continuing. "Or would you prefer going outside in just your birthday suit Tammy?" Jerimiah found some courage hearing that and yelled, "A Halloween costume! Are you nuts? You can't do this! I'm eighteen and free of you tomorrow. I won't do Halloween like you've made me over the past five years. And, stop calling me Tammy! This has gone far enough." "Watch your tone Tammy! Yes, tomorrow your inheritance rolls over into your personal account at the trustee's bank but Grace is still your guardian until you turn twenty-one. Until then you live under our roof and our rules! Our rules are that you will spend the next three years as our girlie-girl sex starved niece," Naomi snapped back clearly angered. "I'll tell the trustee Mr. Gordon and he'll have you arrested," he said knowing he had to do something. "Tell him all you want Tammy. Just remember as of your birthday any authority he may have had is gone. He is no longer responsible for your welfare. That will be turned over to us. Now before you go bitching to anyone remember, we have an entire salon that will swear you demanded to be altered. We also have a lot of pictures from your previous dress up occasions. So, are you going to get dressed or shall we leave just as you are?" Grace said glaring daggers at him. "Shit!" Jerimiah's mind screamed. "Those weirdoes in the salon would back them up. I can't possibly go outside in this neighborhood naked either. Crap! I have to go along with them now but come tomorrow they will rue what they have done today. Ohhhhh, I can't wait to get my hands on that money." "Okay, I can't go anywhere like this," he conceded. Naomi had the large she/male that had given him the body wax in to assist with the first garment. It was an emerald green satin demi- cupped wasp waisted corset with black floral lace detailing. Jerimiah was groaning in pain, gasping for breath by the time Naomi was satisfied. His waist had been taken in a full six inches. With his breasts nestled in the demi-cups a good amount of cleavage was visible. "Thank you Geraldine," Grace said dismissing the she/male. Then turning to face Jerimiah continued, "Now for the rest of your costume." Since he couldn't bend, Grace helped him step into a bright florescent pink pair of bloomers with white ruffled lace covered bottom. Pink nylon anklets with white lace frilled tops and white patent leather Mary Jane styled tap shoes followed. The shoes had a three inch block heel. With the shoes on, Jerimiah's balance was thrown completely off when he stood. The high heels plus his now ample bosom forced his upper body forward. For a moment he thought he was going to do a face plant on the concrete flooring. Fortunately Naomi grabbed his arm, steadying him. "Keep your back straight, chest out and head up. Remember what we showed you last year when you wore those strappy sandals. You'll get the hang of it soon enough. Just remember plant your toes first then the heel taking small steps from the hip," she instructed. What came next he could only think of as a stiff pink net tutu was fastened around his waist. A white bridal satin little girl's party dress decorated with small pink dots was then lowered over his head. It had balloon chiffon short sleeves supported with wire boning and three tiers of white lace cuffs. The low rounded neckline left obvious cleavage and the empire waist focused attention on the bust. A wide pink satin sash just under the bosom tied into a big fancy bow with streamers reaching the hem. The hem of the dress was decorated with pert pink satin bows. It was short enough that the ruffled bloomers would be exposed if Jerimiah wasn't very, very careful. The final touch was a Shirley Temple styled auburn wig. With his Aunt and Naomi at his sides he was turned to the full length mirror on the back of the dressing room door. He had no idea how long he just stood there, mouth ajar and staring at the reflected image. Jerimiah finally brought the fingers of his right hand up to touch his chin. "OMG! That's me but it isn't me. It looks like a pretty girl dressed like a little girl but I'm no girl," flashed through his mind. "Come along Tammy we have one more stop to make," Grace said handing him a small pink wicker box purse with pearl handle. "Where? I can't go anywhere looking like this," he said in a panic. "It's not even Halloween yet." "You have an appointment at the tattoo parlor. Pretty girls like you have to have a trap stamp. I've heard that such tattoos really turn the boys on. I think something with cute little bunny rabbits, colorful butterflies and lots of flowers would be perfect," Naomi said grinning evilly. "I don't want any tattoos and I don't want to turn guys on!" he snapped. "You can't make me." "You seem to have forgotten how you look at the moment Tammy. If we could do this, how are you going to stop us now?" Naomi fired back stressing his feminine name. With a look of horror he glanced swiftly from his Aunt's serious expression to Naomi's look of superiority. He realized that they could and would do anything they damn well pleased to him. He was helpless, dressed and looking like a hot teenaged girl in a very bad neighborhood. Even if he could run in the shoes strapped to his feet, there would be no safety once outside on his own. "Please, haven't you done enough already?" he asked feeling defeated. "Oh no, Tammy. Why we have just barely begun. It would be irresponsible of me as your guardian if I didn't ensure your development into a heterosexual woman. Heaven forbid if I let you become a perverted lesbian. Oh no dear, we will do our best to see that you become a typical boy crazy young woman. With weekly appointments with Mr. Henri and your new wardrobe, you'll be beating the boys off with a stick in no time," Grace stated with a big smile. "Boy? Woman? Oh shit! They made me look this way to...to date boys. That's just plain sick! They can't be serious. Nagh, this has to be only for Halloween. It's a costume, right? Money, I have control of it tomorrow and she mentioned it. That's it! They want my fucking money. I can buy my way out of this. I hate giving them a single nickel. They're just trying to scare me to get at it," Jerimiah thought then made his offer. "Look, I'm too old to go trick and treating especially looking like this. If you stop all this nonsense right now, I'll pay you whatever you want. Just name it and it's yours. I'll forget this ever happened and consider it just a holiday trick." "Tammy do you think you can buy your way out of my moral obligations?" Aunt Grace asked sounding distraught. "Now Grace don't be so hasty. You know we could use the money," Naomi interjected. "Tammy, I just so happen to have a legal paper here that will transfer your assets into our account. You sign it and I will ensure that everything is made right." Jerimiah took the document and looked it over. "It doesn't show how much I'm giving you," he said looking up at Naomi. "Just a formality as it only gives your Aunt Grace control of your funds until you turn twenty-one. It doesn't take it from you," she replied casually. "Crap! I don't have a choice but once I'm freed from these crazy bitches I'll go to the authorities. This is nothing more than blackmail and they'll be put in jail for what they've done," he thought then signed the paper. Naomi smiling from ear to ear took it. "Very good of you to come to your senses Tammy. Now let's go to the tattoo parlor. A young girl your age simply must have pierced ears and a navel ring. The tramp stamp can wait until we decide on the most feminine design." "What? You promised to get me out of this! This is just a costume for Halloween right!" he gasped in shock. "I did? No, what I said was that I would ensure that everything was made right. I didn't promise anything else. Over the past five years you have made it very plain what you think about your Aunt and my relationship. Your judgmental attitude needs correcting and becoming Tammy will do that," she responded triumphantly then haughtily added, "Your only costume is the clothing you are wearing." "What did you say? This has to be a costume! You can't keep me like this. It....it's illegal," he replied stunned. "No, they can't do this. I'll go to the police," he thought. "Tammy your Aunt and I have decided. You will be Tammy, Grace's niece, until you turn twenty-one. We have plenty of witnesses who will swear this was all your idea. We have tons of pictures from the past showing you willingly dressing and going out with a boy. You will become a young lady with a strong libido. Grace has enrolled you back in public school to begin your sophomore year. You will attend all the extra- curricular activities that require you to have a date. Oh, you will have dates with young men and plenty of them. If you fail to have a date every weekend with some young man, you will be severely punished. If you think that dress is juvenile, just wait until you see what we have in store should you fail to have a date. You will not only be dressed as a very little girl but diapered as well. Just picture yourself out at the busiest mall with bulging diapers on display under a precious party dress. Your dress today is to give you a taste of what's to come should you prove difficult. When we get home you'll start taking The Pill as we expect you to have plenty of sex," Naomi stated. "Sex.....with...with boys? Yo....you can...can't be serious. That's sick," he managed to reply. "As serious as a heart attack Tammy. To all outward appearances you are a normal young woman. According to your philosophy such women should be dating and having sexual relations with men. Ergo, that's what you are going to do. Now come along, we have to get those piercings and meet your first date. His name is Killer and owns the tattoo parlor. He's taking you to a Halloween party tonight," Grace answered.