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FRANKENSTEIN MEETS THE MUMMY by Throne The young man was short and slender, with soft features and a delicate way of walking. The mature woman accompanying him was taller, full- figured, and had a confident stride. He wore a close-fitting, colorful shirt and tight pants, along with slip-on shoes. She had on a cable- knit sweater and designer jeans, plus shoes with two-inch stacked heels. His hair was soft and pale blonde, worn at collar length. Hers was red -- not ginger but a darker shade -- tied up in a bun on the back of her head. She had parked behind an anonymous building that was part of a small complex located out in the country, at the end of a long access road. They went to the back door, on which a small sign said GENDER TECH. The woman smiled slyly at the words, while the obviously nervous male wrung his petite hands and licked his lips, tasting the pink-tinted balm that she had insisted he apply. In a wispy voice he asked, "Why are we here, Mummy?" She glanced at him and smirked. "Because I made an appointment for you, son. Doesn't Mummy know what's best for her little sweetheart?" "Y... yes," he agreed, though there was doubt in his voice. "It's just that I'm eighteen now and, um, thought I should be, er, making plans or..." The words trailed off. He opened his mouth again but a glance from her emerald eyes silenced him. He fidgeted as she opened the door and stood aside. She nodded toward the interior. He hesitated, as if considering the option of refusing. His pale face took on an expression of defeat and his narrow shoulders sagged slightly. He stepped inside and she followed. The door closed with a click. They were in a reception area, with a desk on the opposite side. A young lady sat there, looking welcoming and efficient. She gave them a smile. "Hello, you must be Mrs. Everest and..." She glanced at her computer screen. "...Billy." "Yes," said the confident woman. "But please call me Myra." "Okay, Myra. And I'm Judy." She stood up and the young man almost gasped. Judy resembled a fashion model, svelte yet shapely. Her make-up was perfect, understated but somehow arresting. Her simple blouse and skirt were fashionable without being showy, though a few well chosen pieces of jewelry made her appearance stand out. She gestured them to a pair of chairs in front of her desk. Myra took the upholstered one and left the other, which was plain wood, for her son. He sat and pressed his knees together. Judy retook her seat and eyed her screen for a few more seconds. "It looks like you're all pre-registered. There's just one item to be filled in. Have you chosen an alternative name for Billy?" "Oh, yes," said Myra. "I considered several before making a decision." "That's good. It's so important, psychologically, to make a good choice. We've even had people come here with their sons or nephews, or sometimes husbands, and they haven't given the matter any thought. But then there are others who have something that they established a while ago." She eyed Billy. "I'm guessing that you've been working with your son for some time now." "Thanks for noticing. I started years ago, keeping him out of sports, regulating what he could watch on TV, giving him selected magazines instead of books. And of course making sure that he got in touch with his feminine side, as they say, and learned how to present himself: walking, talking, body language." "And I see by your information that you got him into... treatments... several years ago." "I did. Testosterone blockers. Removal of what little body hair he had. Permanent removal, of course. And some diet supplements to keep his hair shiny and his skin so smooth." "That's a terrific start. It will make what the doctor does for him go some much better." Poor Billy sat there, not understanding most of what was being said. His mother had done a good job of keeping him innocent and, to a degree, ignorant. The women chatted for a few more minutes before getting back to that one blank that needed filling in on his form. "So then," Judy said cheerfully, "you have a girly name for Billy." "Yes. When he's alone and thinks no one knows what he's doing, he likes to pull his taffy." She saw the look of incomprehension on her son's face and clarified, "To masturbate." When he still didn't appear certain she bluntly added, "To jerk off. To pull on his little dick and make it squirt, for his own selfish pleasure." He understood and his face turned bright red. Billy stammered, "B... but... I don't... I mean, I hardly ever..." "You do it several times a week. I have some babysitter cams discretely hidden in your bedroom. And the bathroom. And the changing cabana by the pool. I know how often you pull your pud and I have digital recordings of the action, if you want to try to deny it." He hung his head in shame. "N... no, Mummy. I'm sorry, Mummy." "Well, it's not THAT bad. The drugs and hormones have reduced your sex drive. And kept your penis from achieving what would have been its full size. Or complete erections. Which is why it takes so much effort for you to get off. So let's not worry too much about that. What's important right now is to announce your new name." He obviously wanted to question what was going on, to defend the maleness that he thought he possessed, but was too overwhelmed to put his confused thoughts into order. She went on, "Because you love to pull your little piece of taffy, that's what you're going to be called from now on. Taffy. Every time you hear your name, it will be a reminder to you -- and everyone else -- about your naughty naughty habit. It's so funny to watch you struggling to get yourself to finish, the way you never get completely hard." She turned her attention back to Judy and concluded, "It's like he's pulling on soft warm taffy, so you may put Taffy in the space for my son's new name." "Excellent choice. And of course we'll be referring to him as 'her' from now on, and hope you will do the same at home and elsewhere. No more male pronouns for your Taffy girl." "Naturally. I wouldn't want my sissy to get confused about who she's going to be from now on." She looked into Billy's eyes. "Because from this moment on you'll be living your life as a wimpy girl, Taffy. It's what I've always wanted and, of course, the last thing your father would desire, which is another reason I've been changing you over the past several years." She laughed quietly. "He hasn't been able to do anything about it because I took over all his assets and left him with almost nothing." "Y... you mean Daddy's not really on an extended world tour?" "No. He's living in a cheap apartment downtown, with a total slut of a woman who I hooked him up with. She spends what little money he has, runs his life, and takes great pleasure in cheating on him and rubbing it in his face, figuratively and literally." Judy nodded approval. She was quite impressed. "Good job, Myra. And what you've done to Taffy will get even better after you talk to the doctor. May I let him know you're ready to meet him?" "Please, dear. I can't wait." The receptionist sent a message and moments later the door alongside her desk opened. Into the room strode a tall handsome man with thick, gunmetal grey hair. His white jacket bespoke his medical profession and a glint in his eyes suggested that he truely loved his work at GENDER TECH, which was helping young men like Billy to sink deeper and deeper into feminity, sissyhood, and induced perversion. His specialty was making physical changes in his subjects. He held out his hand to Myra, who took it so they could share a brief clasp. His attention went to Billy, which provoked the doctor to stare intently, making the youth even more uncomfortable. "I am Dr. Franklin Steadman," he said amiably, like this was just an ordinary office visit. As if reading Myra Everest's thoughts, he went on, "And yes, I am aware of the nickname I've been given. Dr. Frankenstein." He shrugged. "Although I don't do what my namesake did, I have performed some radical and quite interesting transformations. In fact, I just finished checking up on one and she's still in one of the examination rooms, mildly sedated. You'll have to get a peek at her to see an example of how... extreme... some new techniques I've been exploring -- skin elasticizing for instance -- allow my results to be. But for now let's focus all of our attention on this effete specimen." Billy didn't like being referred to as a specimen. And everything else he had just heard upset him. He hadn't suspected that his mother was about to turn him over to the questionable practices of 'Dr. Frankenstein'. How could Mummy do that? It appeared that Frankenstein and Mummy would be a terrible combination... for Billy. The doctor checked Judy's computer screen and chuckled. "Good choice of name," he told Myra. "Very girlish. Frivolous. That's helpful." She repeated the explanation for that name and he laughed heartily. "Even better. Now let me take a closer look at our Taffy." With calm authority he told Billy to stand... to remove his outer clothing... and to get naked. The weak-willed subject complied, soon getting down to his undershorts, which were jockeys, pink ones. His mother had bought them white and then dyed them, unbeknownst to him. He shifted his feet restlessly as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband. Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered the final garment, revealling his hairless pubes and undersized genitals. The sight triggered laughter from everyone. "Well, well," said the doctor. "You've done a wonderful job, Myra. It's almost a shame to change him further. He's already the perfect picture of a sissy weakling. But there's always room for improvement." He chuckled. "Lots of room. How did you want to proceed?" Billy's attention shifted from one speaker to the other. It was awful to have his future discussed so casually, and as if he wasn't there. He bit his lower lip and hugged himself. "You know," Myra said, "I was thinking of giving my little Taffy a nice set of tits. Not big ones. At least not to begin with. And to make her body a bit curvy. You know, filling out her thighs and that already cute backside." "It is nice," Dr. Steadman agreed, giving one shapely buttock a squeeze. The sissy yelped but didn't move. He looked to his mother for help, which was a futile effort. The doctor took those undersized boy-parts in one large hand and began to manipulate them. Billy gasped and shuddered. When the doctor let go the small penis had achieved a halfway-there erection, standing partway up but not fully stiff. The doctor even played with his nipples, making him squirm, and adding slightly to the tumescent organ's elevation. "Interesting," said Franklin. "You've reduced her sex drive but not eliminated it. What we can do is to increase it without making these immature parts develop any more or function any better. In fact, I'm guessing that nothing could make them achieve adult proportions. And I think she'd look lovely with some modest curves." He locked eyes with Billy and said, "Would you like that, Taffy? Do you want pretty curves like real girls have?" "N... no," he squeaked. "I'm not a girl. I'm a g... guy." "Are you? Have you ever been on a date? Do you like to look at girls? Or did you peep at the guys after gym class, when you were in the locker room?" "I didn't take gym class. Mummy got the school to let me skip it. Instead I took... Home Economics." "And did any of the other 'guys' do that? Hmmm?" "N... no," he whispered. "I was the o... only one." "But you still think of yourself as a boy?" "S... sort of." "When you came in, did you enjoy looking at my receptionist?" "Yes. But I... I'm kind of shy." "Mm hm. Well, we can help you to get over that. But you might not find yourself wanting traditional dates or relationships. In some cases like yours, that shyness and lack of masculinity translates into submissive desires and behaviors. Especially if we encourage it." Myra said, "That sounds wonderful." Billy wrung his slim hands and looked piteous. He whimpered, "Please, Mummy. Please doctor. I don't want to be changed. I don't want to be all g... girly. I didn't realize I wasn't very... guy...ly." "Guyly?" The doctor put on a quizzical face. "Is that a word?" He put a reassuring hand on Billy's shoulder and gave a squeeze. "Just trust in me, Taffy. You mother wants you to be more femmish, and that's what's important. Besides, once we've done some custom work on you, you might be surprised by how you react. Think about it, dear. Picture yourself as an attractive young woman." Billy's chin quivered but he said, "Yes, Sir. I'll try." Myra considered, "You could also do a makeover on his face. Nothing too drastic. Just enhanced cheekbones, a nose bob, and filled out lips. Not that any of it is necessary. But it would be fun to do." "And if you'd like, I could do a general tightening up. Again, not needed. But it would create that artificial look of having had a bit too much plastic surgury. It gives an interesting appearance. And some guys -- ones who like girls like Taffy -- think it's a plus." "Than let's do it. And don't skimp on the lips. Plus, I know you do permanent cosmetics, so let's add that to the package." "And I can fill out her earlobes. If they're bigger it works well with oversized earrings." "Let's do it!" Billy appeared to be in mild shock. "M... my face? You're going to do things to my face?" "Right," said the doctor. "Out with the old, in with the new. It will help you to feel more like Taffy and less like... who you used to be." "Please don't." "No? You want to go against your mother's wishes? Maybe you'll gain a better perspective if you see the subject I have in the examining room. Let's go and have a look. Shall we?" Myra grinned wickedly. "That might be the perfect motivation to make Taffy cooperate. Seeing someone who has gotten more than I'm asking for... but not more than I MIGHT want if my girl doesn't show some enthusiasm. Lead the way, Franklin." Following the white-coated man, they left the reception area and proceeded to a door with the numeral 3 on it. The doctor knocked once and said, "I'm coming in, Sugartart. And I'm not alone." They entered and there, against the far wall, stood a bizarre figure. It was a male, young and slender like Billy, but about the only way to tell the original gender was by the penis, though that was encased in a pink plastic tube which was held shut with a tiny red, heart-shaped padlock. Starting at the top, her head was crowned with a mass of tight golden curls. Face made up with overdone cosmetics, including green eye shadow that extended upward all the way to the undersides of highly arched, tattooed-on eyebrows. There were exaggerated cheekbones. The nose was very small and the lips were very large. Chin reduced to a narrow point. Around the neck was a tight fitting collar that forced the head to remain erect. The body was pale pink and smooth, quite hairless. It's chest was dominated by a pair of ballooned breasts, 40-something multiple-Ds. Her waist was pinched in by a punishingly tight corset and her figure appeared to have been altered by the removal of the bottom ribs. Hips flared out, thighs were plump, calves sculpted, it seemd by implants. Her feet were encased in tight shoes with four inch heels. The doctor snapped his fingers and gestured, which started her walking, displaying an extreme hip roll which kept those massive mammaries swaying in constant slow motion. She held her arms out slightly from her sides, wrists limp. The collar and corset added a stiffness that contrasted to her sinuous movements. It was a freakish and strangely sensual sight. The doctor signalled Sugartart closer and then held up his hand to stop her. The sedation he had mentioned made her quite pliable. He stepped close and took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers,rolling the nubbins gently. She moaned loudly and writhed, eyes half closed in ecstasy. The doctor pointed out that this was one of the effects of having her sex drive aritificially elevated. "Because her penis isn't able to erect," he explained, "all that added sexual energy has to seek and outlet elsewhere. We've done some mind conditioning and now she has an uncontrollable urge to use her mouth on men." He faced Billy and raised his eyebrows. "The same thing might happen to you if you complain. Even a little. Do you want me to make it so you have an uncontrollable craving to have a long thick hard cock between your lips, Taffy? Do you?" "Nuh... no, Sir." He relased Sugartart's nipples and she stood there breathing hard. "And Taffy, how do you feel about all those changes your Mummy wants me to make on you? Any objections?" Billy shook his head. "None, Sir. None at all. Whatever Mummy wants, Mummy can have. I'm h... happy to have you do all those things to me." "That's a good girl." He addressed Myra Everest, saying, "Why don't you leave Taffy with me for, oh, let's say a month. I can do all the physical work and make a good start on the psychological changes. In fact, she seems like the type who will give in quickly and prove to have a mind that's quite... malleable. Leave her in my hands and I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results. When you get her back she'll be a whole new girl." "That sounds just right. Though I'll admit that I'd love to see her change day-by-day." Judy offered, "If you'd like, we can keep a detailed record of photos and video. We can edit it into a few different versions. There can be a short one to show friends, so they'll understand that you cared enough to get Taffy everything she needed. And then there can be a much longer version that you can make Taffy watch over and over, so she just won't be able to stop thinking about all the lovely work we will have done on her by then." "That would be ideal. Thank you, Judy." She went to Billy and took his face between her hands, saying, "Let me take a good look at you so I can remember these features... and have something to compare to the new one you'll have when I come back in four weeks." She chortled and he felt chilly all over, not just because he was naked. "Would you like us to give those clothes she arrived in to charity?" Judy wanted to know. "She'll never need them again because from now on all she'll ever wear is girly fashions, starting with pretty pretty panties." "Yes, get rid of those silly male things. Not that they were at all butch to begin with. And at home I'll discard everything in his wardrobe and go on a shopping spree to replace it all with frilly and lacy and colorful things." "Don't get too much now," Judy advised. "I'm sure you'll want to take her out in public so you can shop for her together." "Terrific idea. Thanks." She gave her frightened son a final look before turning and heading for the exit. The doctor ran his fingers lightly down the center of Billy's bare back. "This is going to be so much fun. Don't you think so, Taffy?" Billy looked at Sugartart again and swallowed drily. He didn't want to end up like that, so he carefully replied, "I'm sure it will be lots of fun, doctor. Lots." ********* 28 DAYS LATER Myra arrived, wearing a smart, tailored skirt-suit and two-tone heels. Her luxuriant hair was down, falling to her shoulders in waves, and perched atop it was a pillbox hat. She was greeted by Judy and taken to a comfortable lounge, where the receptionist offered her coffee, which she accepted and asked for with just a drop of cream. As she sipped the hot beverage, Dr. Steadman appeared, this time wearing a sportcoat and slacks, along with imported shoes. The greeted each other warmly and he sat alongside her on the couch. She was obviously eager to see her made-over son and so the doctor asked Judy to please go and fetch him. Moments later the receptionist returned, followed by a very female- looking version of Billy, who had on a belly shirt and panties, as well as three-inch, bright red, hooker heels. The limited amount of clothing showed off his new figure. He had modest breasts with prominant nipples, nicely rounded hips, and shapely legs. There was a slight bump in the crotch of his panties, attesting that he still had his undersized male parts. His blond hair had been curled under at the ends and given slightly darker streaks near the front. But what really struck his mother was what had been done to his face. His nose was smaller and he had distinctive cheekbones. The permanent cosmetics dramatized his eyes, with the help of lots of mascara on his lashes. His mouth was a wonder to behold, overly full and pouty, decorated with yellow lipstick (yellow!) and clear gloss. And the doctor had indeed done a minimal tightening of skin to give that new face a suggestion of having undergone a bit too much plastic surgury. Myra took it all in delightedly, and noticed that the medical man had also enlarged Billy's earlobes, to make them a better match for the big heart-shaped earrings he sported. "Oh, she is just stunning," Myra gushed. "Too darling to be believed. So girly and with a hint of sluttiness." "Thank you," he responded. "The clothes add to that latter effect. If you put her into a party dress or maid's outfit you'll get a very different look." He shifted his attention to the recipient of all his efforts. "Now, Taffy, how do you feel about your new look?" A shudder ran through Billy before he said, in a whisper, "You made me look just the way Mummy wanted, doctor. But... I mean..." He took a deep breath. "And I'm never going to be changed back to a boy." "Ohhh, I like that," Myra enthused. "She accepts it but not completely. I love the idea of her being uncomfortable with what's been done to her." "It's a nice result," he agreed. "And the little bit of mind conditioning we did will reinforce that attitude. She'll act very sweet but always secretly wish she could regain what she's lost." "And you said during our original visit that you would be doing something about her sex drive." "We did. And it went even better than expected. In fact, Judy can go and get Sugartart, who by a happy coincidence has been back for some touch-up work. The two of them have interacted very interestingly." Judy departed and reappeared shortly, leading the super-busty transformee by a short leash attached to a nose ring. Sugartart looked worried and a touch frightened, though she did brighten when she spotted Billy. All she had on was a crocheted mini-dress with nothing under it. Judy unclipped the leash and stepped out of the way. She took Sugartart by the bare upper arm and gave a mild tug, starting her toward Billy. The bizarre figure had gotten several piercings, one on the side of her nose, another through her cheek, and even a final one through her puffed up lower lip. Each piercing was decorated with a small jewel-like stud. Sugartart went to Billy and put her arms around him. He squirmed unhappily for a few seconds but then his movements were altered by rising arousal. The protrusion in his panties grew but only very little. His eyelids fluttered, showing off those long lashes and he opened his mouth. Sugartart rubbed her heavy boobs against his smaller set and leaned in for a kiss. He jerked away, not wanting to lock lips with someone who was still, at some level, male. Unable to control himself, Billy brought his face forward and the two former guys kissed fervently. It went on and on while Myra watched with approval. "You have succeeded beyond my wildest hopes," Myra said. "Look how they're rubbing their sissy crotches together. And poor Taffy is totally horny but can't get her little dingus to work right." She laughed merrily. "This is priceless. I can't wait to get her home and show her all her cute new clothes, take her out to buy more, and then go visit her daddy. He'll be so surprised to find out that he's lost a son but gained a daughter. The only hope my husband had left while living with that trashzilla I trapped him with, was that his son would some day rescue him. Wait until he sees Taffy." The two she-males were pried apart and Taffy had an attack of the 'guilts' for his display of torrid lust. He whimpered and held one hand over his partial erection. His mother made a joke about how he was probably ready to pull his taffy. That made him stick out his full lower lip and sniffle, but his nipples still betrayed any pose of modesty with their obvious stiffness. Judy got Billy out of his racy outfit -- with everyone watching and Sugartart openly lusting after him -- and into a short poufy dress that would have been more appropriate for a young teen girl. There were knee socks and buckle shoes with one-inch flat heels. Everything was in shades of pink and mauve, guaranteed to attract attention. She finished Billy's outfit with a big floppy bow that incorporated both colors, fastened to the top of his head and making him appear somewhat cartoonish. The receptionish gave him a spray of perfume, a candy-sweet scent that had she had personally selected for him, and delivered an air kiss several inches from his brightly hued lips before giving the bottle of scent to Myra. The combination of Billy's odd face and age-inappropriate outfit caught every eye when his mother got back into the city, parked in a lot, and had him walk with her along a busy upscale shopping street. It was easy for him to pass as a real girl but inside he was utterly shamed to be seen that way. Billy was terribly aware of his breasts and the fact that they weren't just artificial padding. Myra insisted on stopping for a light snack and made it worse by choosing an outdoor table in front of a tiny cafe. Billy wriggled his bottom -- aware in the changes there, too... it was so much rounder -- as his mother took her time ordering for both of them. She had a tempting salad plate and a glass of white wine, while all he was allowed was a few crackers with a dollop of shrimp salad on each, as well as a cup of tea, which she requested be very weak. As they were finishing their light lunch, Myra was struck by inspiration. She announced, "We're not going to wait to go visit your jerk of a father, Taffy. We'll head straight there after I pay the check." He felt absolutely helpless. What could he do or where could he go, the way he was? She had never let him learn to drive and any personal ID he might have been issued was in her possession. And of course he wasn't allowed to carry any money, although when she reminded herself about that she was struck by another idea. On the way back to the car she ducked into a boutique and spied the perfect bag for Billy. It was small and made in the likeness of a silly cartoon kitten's face. She draped the long strap over his shoulder and liked that it hung down almost to his waist. Myra paid for it, taking special pleasure in putting it on a charge card that was still in her husband's name. Then, in front of the salesgirl, she made a show of opening the bag and dropping a single penny into it. "For luck," she explained to the clerk. "My little girl could use some. She's never had a boyfriend." "Ohhh," said the cute young lady behind the counter. "How about this, too?" She held out a plastic pin with that same foolish looking kitten face on it. "It's a free sample from a promotion we're about to start. But she can have it now." She smiled helpfully. "Isn't that sweet?" Myra said. To Billy she advised, "Thank the nice salesgirl, Taffy." When he said something in a wispy voice, Myra couldn't resist adding, "And give her a pretty curtsey." He blushed pink as he executed the oh-so unmasculine movement. The girl giggled. Myra hooked an arm through Billy's and walked him outside, as if he was too simpleminded to do it himself. As shoppers passed she unhurriedly pinned the kitten pin to the front of his dress, fluffed up his hair, and patronizingly patted his cheek. Then they went to the car and she drove him away, toward the poorer part of town where his father lived. Billy shuddered when they pulled up in front of a five-story brick walk- up. Myra got out and he unwillingly did the same. The people here were less sophisticated than those back in the shopping district, and gaped openly at his curious appearance. He pressed his thighs together nervously. His mother snapped her fingers and crooked her forefinger, indicating that he should follow. One seedy looking male bypasser saw Billy's swishing gait and eyed him with leering interest. He was glad to move inside. The lobby was small and overdue for a cleaning. Myra pressed the buzzer for a first floor apartment. "Yeah?" a shrill female voice came from the speaker. "Who is it?" "Hello, Deesy. It's Myra." "Hey, honey. The lock on the security door's broken again. Come right on through." Billy quivered inside as they went beyond the useless door and to the last apartment on the right. It was opened by a tall overweight woman, all fat tits and wide hips, heavy thighs shown off by a short housedress two sizes too small. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her less-than-attractive face bore too much make-up. She smiled in greeting at Myra and then goggled at Billy. "Who the (expletive deleted) is that?" "It's my new daughter, Taffy. Formerly my son. Mine and Bob's." "Jeez. You told me you were turning the kid into a fairy, but I didn't think you would go the whole way and make him a junior queen or whatever that's supposed to be." She sneered at Billy and said, "Come on in... Taffy. Your daddy's out getting me some snacks but when he gets back I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you." She guffawed. "Real thrilled." She ushered her visitors inside, eyeing Billy with amused disgust. Myra and Deesy sat on an old couch while the fat woman pointed Billy toward a low footstool in front of an upholstered chair. He sat demurely, legs bent, and crossed his ankles. Billy adjusted his purse with nervous energy. He had only old memories of his father, who Myra had kicked out years ago. And she had somehow forced her spouse to come here and live with the unappealing Deesy. The women talked about Billy, with their host asking lots of questions and finding the answers funny. And then the front door opened and in walked Bob, a short unimpressive guy, carrying a big bag of groceries. His eyes went wide and he said, "Myra, what the (expletive deleted) are you doing here?" He realized the mistake he's made in speaking to her that way and went pale. "You idiot," Deesy snapped at him. "Ain't you got no class?" She sprang to her feet, strode over to him, and slapped his face hard. Twice. "Are you going to apologize to your wife, or do I have to give you another spanking, right in front of her?" He swallowed with difficulty and croaked out an apology, clutching the bag to his chest. Billy was stunned. Obviously he would get no aid from his father. The the man's eyes went to the unusual figure sitting on the low piece of furniture. "Who the..." He caught himself. "I mean, who's that?" "That," his wife said triumphantly, "is your one and only son." "M... my son? Th... that's Billy?" "She prefers to be called Taffy." Myra glanced toward the boy in a dress. "Don't you, sweetness?" "Yes, Mummy." He stood and, without being told to, curtsied to Bob. "Hello, Daddy." He stared at his emasculated offspring. Any dreams he'd had of the two of them forging a new life together were dashed. Deesy barked at him to put away the groceries -- except for her cheese puffs, which she wanted right away -- and then to 'get your sorry ass back in here'. Dazed and disbelieving, he went to do as he was told. When he came back, Deesy had him kneel in front of her. She made him kiss her bare unwashed feet and thank her for not throwing him out when he kept acting like an idiot. Then she made him put his head under her dress, between her plump thighs, and kiss her at their juncture. "And you can just keep your lips right there, on the front of my panties. Are they damp, Bobby the boob?" "Y... yes, dear," his muffled voice replied. "And I'm sure they smell all fishy. So you just breathe through your nose while Myra and me talk." He inhaled the unfragrant odor of her sex and his eyes started to water. His son had been turned into some kind of messed up freak, with what looked like real bubbies. Bob felt sick to his stomach. His life with Deesy had been awful enough but now, with this, he felt totally without hope. By reflex born of long experience, he gave her moist mound a kiss though the thin material of her panties. "So," Myra wanted to know. "How has my weakling of a husband been behaving?" "He's still toeing the line," Deesy said. "Every night I have him where he is now, except that we're in bed and he's naked. And I don't have on any panties." She snorted a laugh. "And he still hates it as much as he did the first time. The jerk'll never get used to it. Never get past the smell and taste." "And how is he when your boyfriend is around? Are you still with... Arnie?" "Oh yeah. Arnie's hung like a horse and he can go all night. Bob hates it when he comes to see me, but Arnie keeps him in his place. He smacks him around and one time even had to spank him, which was damned funny because I had already thoroughly swatted Bob's fanny before my real man got here." "And what about Bob's... sex life?" Deesy smirked. "Still the same for him. I don't let him screw me, of course. And besides eating my pussy all the time, now Bob gets a special treat whenever I do it with Arnie. That's when Bob has to lick up the huge mess of spunk Arnie leaves inside me. And then I make him thank my man for giving him that treat." She laughed raucously. "Bob the clean-up boy. Man, does he hate doing that. So Bob's horny all them time and he knows better than to wank, not unless he wants to get really beat up. So what we do is make him play with himself, like maybe once a month or every six weeks, while me and Arnie watch and give him instructions. Make him lick his finges and play with his nipples, have him massage his own balls. If he's lucky we let him squirt into his hand, but then he has to slurp it all up and give us a big grin. "Terrific. And I've been thinking of some things that could be done to make Bob even more miserable. The doctor who did such a fine job on Taffy could make some changes in my husband. I'm thinking of getting rid of all his body hair, giving him man boobs -- I mean real boob man boobs -- and getting rid of most of his useless dick, so that there'd be nothing left but the head, sticking out of his bald crotch." Deesy's eyes lit up. "That would be too cool." Bob's mouth fell open and he couldn't find any words to speak. Billy fondled his kitten bag and chewed his enlarged lips in agitation. "And I'd probably get a discount, maybe even some extras thrown in for free. You see, the doctor and I are attracted to each other. Plus, the changes aren't so extreme that Bob'd have to leave his job. Is he still working down in The District, in that sex club?" "Yeah, he's still down there being the bathroom attendant. I mean, he's mainly in the john to see that the girls don't sneak in and do the dirty with the customers. But he also has to watch guys pissing, listen to them bragging, and be looked at like he's some kind of low class failure. I mean, you can't get much further down than that. Stuck in the men's room and desperate for tips." "Well, I could have the doctor give him big knockers and you could make him wear sleeveless T-shirts. Maybe have him get the shirts allwet. That might get him some added tips." "That would be too perfect," Deesy said with a laugh. "Let's do it. And then maybe we can get togther at that fancy home of yours and compare notes." "It's a date. I'll have someone pick up Bob and the doctor should be able to do that little bit of work..." She looked significantly at her husband's chest and then the front of his pants. "... in no time." ********* 14 DAYS LATER It was a small gathering at Myra's palatial home. There was a selection of her special friends, the ones who enjoyed exploring life's kinkier aspects. And then there were Deesy and her hulking boyfriend Arnie. Dr. Steadman, who was paired with Myra. Judy the receptionist, who arrived with her boyfriend wearing a latex catsuit, complete with hood, his hands made useless by rubber mitts. The guests were all attended by several unusual looking maids... Taffy, Sugartart, Boobs (formerly Bob), and one female guest's husband, Weezy. All of them wore revealing outfits. Weezy's included a built-in corset, a very tight one, and a leather posture collar that kept his chin so elevated that it was hard for him to see where he was going. His soft male chest flesh was pushed up by the corset into two convincing faux boobs, covered only by see- through gauze. His wife showed everyone that his male genitals were compressed and glued down, covered by an authentic looking false pussy. The serving maids scurried about in very high heels, being fondled and butt-smacked by the guests. At one point Billy was put in front of Sugartart, and they performed another scene like the one they had enacted at Gender Tech, except that this version included them baring each other's busts, stroking the exposed skin, and greedily sucking receptive nipples. Bob was given a spirted spanking by Arnie, which made the big round tits he'd been given jiggle the entire time, and was so long and hard that it made him cry like a naughty schoolgirl. The unlucky Weezy was made sexually available to any and all invitees who wished to partake of his well honed oral skills. It was quite a party and went on well past midnight. Due to a misunderstanding -- or was it? -- Weezy went home with a pair of male guest to serve for the next week as their 'guest wife'. Oh my. After that evening Billy found himself on full-time maid duty, with plenty of work to keep him busy. Dr. Steadman was a frequent visitor, often staying overnight, now that he and Myra were in a relationship. They endlessly humiliated and punished the vulnerable servant, taking special joy in keeping his sexual temperature at fever level while rarely granting him the release he anxiously desired. On the occasions when they did allow him to empty his undersized balls, it was always in some shameful circumstance. A favorite practice was to have Sugartart come along with the doctor (she had somehow become a full-time experimental subject at the lab for the most extreme procedures and tests of 'Dr. Frankenstein') for extended make-out sessions with Billy. "Do you want Sugartart to use her mouth of your little bitty half-soft dicklette, Taffy? Do you?" "Y... yes, Mummy." "Even though you know she's got a dick of her own in that chastity tube?" He would cringe in shame as he gave in and admitted, "Yes, Mummy. I still want her to.... suck me dry." "Okay, but it was your choice." The doctor liked to say, "Don't swallow, Sugartart. After you get that load on your tongue, I'm sure the two of you will want to share a long kiss, and swap that cum back and forth. Correct, girls?" The two sissies would answer together, "Yes, Sir." And one of them might add, "We'd love that" or "Thank you." "Then get started. Take your time and give us a good show." While the two performers hungrily used their hands and mouths on each other, 'Frankenstein' and 'the Mummy' talked about how glad they were that they had met. They had a good time discussing what additonal modifications they could make to the available and defenseless twosome. And they were never at a loss for clever and fiendish ideas. ********* (Well, that was a strange and involved tale. What do you think? Do you see yourself as one of these characters? What ELSE might be done to our two sissy sisters? I'd love to hear from you in the Reviews section.)