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Momma's Good Girl By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of fiction and hopefully not related to anything in real life. While similar to some of my other fiction, this is written from a different perspective. All the standard disclaimers apply and is not for the sweet/sentimental reader. May be downloaded for personal use only any other use strictly prohibited unless approved by the author. Constructive comments are always welcome at [email protected]. Momma's Good Girl Drew Cameron Jones was a somewhat normal teenaged boy and only child. His father, John was a petroleum engineer working for a major oil company. His mother, Deloris a stay at home mom. They lived in a very ritzy neighborhood and had a full time maid. Deloris delighted in her son, spoiling him to some degree and letting him do pretty much as he pleased. When he was in school she spent time either at the club, shopping or spa. Drew had his father's sense for adventure but took much of his physical attributes from his mother. He had her pert nose, blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and thin frame. Drew didn't participate in sports but thoroughly enjoyed watching them. The one thing he loved was riding his dirt bike especially soaring high in the air from makeshift ramps. Over time that love resulted in one broken arm, one collar bone plus numerous scrapes and bruises. After each one of his accidents Deloris would fret and get agitated over his carelessness. She would also get upset with her husband because he wasn't there. His job required him to be somewhere else, usually abroad in remote areas for lengthy periods of time. It was times like these when she wished she had a daughter instead. Girls were so much easier to raise. Drew was fifteen and Deloris thirty-six when John was killed in a well blow out somewhere off the coast of Louisiana. While Deloris only saw her husband about three months out of the year, his loss was devastating. After the memorial service, as they never found the body just bits of DNA, she had a mental breakdown. While not catatonic her mind was clouded and went through her daily rituals out of habit. It wasn't until one of her close friends talked her into seeing a professional that Deloris began to come out of her funk. ## At the end of May and two months of therapy Deloris decided to put the house and most of its contents up for sale. Telling her friends and the few family members that she needed a change of scenery. There were objections to the move. The most vehement coming from Drew. He would be going to high school, had lots of friends and more importantly a steady girlfriend. A girlfriend he was finally getting intimate with. It hadn't advance to actual sex yet but he had major hopes for the summer. The move actually wasn't that far but far enough that Drew would be unable to see any of his friends. To do that he would need a car and Drew was still a year away from getting his learner's permit. The house was isolated sitting on ten acres outside of the city. It was a modernized older ranch style four bedroom three bath pink brick home with a barn off to the side. At one time it had been a large dairy farm before being subdivided. The nearest neighbor was at least two miles away. Drew didn't like it the moment he saw it. He absolutely hated it when she informed him it didn't have cable or internet access. "Mom you can't do this!" he screamed. "It's in the friggin boonies, in the middle of nowhere. How do you expect me to keep in contact with all my friends? It doesn't have cable or internet! Take me back home. I can stay with Steve and his family until you get your head on straight." She looked at him blankly for a few moments before replying, "Drew not having those things is one of the reasons for moving here. The doctor said we both needed this. She said being surrounded by everything and everyone before the accident would only make our depression worse. The doctor prescribed a period of total isolation and recommended this place. Now that I'm away from those memories and the house, I do feel much better already." "Better? I think she's gone off the deep end. Depressed? Hell I'm not depressed or at least I wasn't until she pulled this stupid stunt. Wouldn't let me bring any of my stuff except my laptop. She even took my friggin cell. Without the internet how am I going to keep in touch with my bros or watch porn? Shit!" he thought. "Mom, look be reasonable. Your shrink has never met or talked with me. Maybe she's right about you needing the isolation but I don't. I'm just fine. Now please take me to Steve's. His parents are okay with me staying with them," he plead. "Sorry Drew but this move is for the best. As far as the doctor not talking with you, well you have an appointment next week. I'm sure after that you will agree with her recommendation. Besides I need you to be nearby me. You're all the real family I have left," Deloris answered. ## He was surprised when they got out of the car and a woman came to the front door. "Who's that?" he asked as she walked toward them. The woman was wearing a mid-calf length long sleeved black cotton dress with white rounded collar. Covering her dress was a white square necked bib apron. She appeared to be middle aged wearing no discernable makeup with her brown hair fashioned into a bun. Her stride and posture more manly than feminine. "Oh, that must be Miss. Simms. She...she runs this place," Deloris answered. "What do you mean, runs this place? You bought it didn't you," he replied confused. "Ye..yes I purchased it bu...but my doctor said I should..should hire someone to take care of everything. She recommended Miss. Simms. Said I need the help until, you know, I started feeling better," she said sluggishly. "You two must be Deloris and Drew, I'm Miss. Simms. Drew you get the luggage out of the car while I show your mother to her room," the woman briskly said in way of greeting. Then taking Deloris' arm led her toward the house. "I'm sure you would like to rest a bit before dinner. Don't worry about a thing. I'll see that Drew gets settled." When Drew was escorted to his room his jaw dropped in shocked disbelief. It was a young girl's room. The walls had dainty floral wall paper and the wooden flooring covered in furry lavender throw rugs. The single window which was barred had pink gauzy lace frilled drapery. The furnishings were worse. Delicate white enameled with gold pen stripe furniture filled the room. From the queen sized spindle poster bed to the lighted vanity with pink satin skirting, the furniture shouted female. There were some posters of boy bands on two walls and a ballerina troop wearing white tutus on another. The room even had a floral citrusy aroma. "I'm not staying here!" he shouted when he found his voice. "This IS your room Drew. I'm sure you will come to love it in time," Miss. Simms replied coldly. "Bull shit!" he spat. Before he could react, Drew found himself across Miss. Simms's lap on the receiving end of a wooden hairbrush. Then pain, more pain than he had ever experienced before. A broken bone was painful but unlike the humiliating burning pain coming from his butt. Pain from a broken bone gave him masculine bragging rights. He had never been spanked before and when the brush hit the bare flesh of his upper thighs really stung. It didn't take long before he was a bawling snot nosed ball of stinging burning pain. His punishment wasn't over as Miss. Simms grabbed his upper arm and half dragged him into the adjoining bathroom. There she washed his mouth out with a fragrant pink bar of soap. "You will not talk back to me. You will not raise your voice to me. You will not cuss. You will do what I tell you. You will do so enthusiastically. Obey or be punished," she said as she worked the soap into his mouth. His butt still stinging, the smell of soap filling his sinuses Drew began unpacking. The eight drawer dresser contained two pink satin sachets reeking of perfume in each drawer. He started to remove one but Miss. Simms told him to leave it. After placing his underwear, socks, tees, jeans and shorts into the dresser was told to leave the rest. "That's all you need to unpack. Now to get you cleaned up before you help me with supper. I think a nice bubble bath will do wonders to get rid of that puppy dog smell," she stated. "Bath? I don't take baths. That's for little kids," he replied shocked. "What did I tell you about raising your voice and obeying," she snapped pulling the hairbrush from her apron pocket. "No....no, plea....please don't hit me anymore," Drew gasped cringing back. "Then let me hear you say, 'Please Miss. Simms may I have my bubble bath now.'" Drew's eyes were bloodshot, tears still brimming as he removed a clean pair of boxers from the dresser. His bubble bath had turned out to be one very humiliating experience after another. First she had him strip naked in front of her. Watched as she put floral scented bath beads and oils into the rising water. Then to his horror applied a depilatory from his neck down to his toes. He was mortified as she scrubbed him like a baby in the fragrant bath. Dried, she handed him a round container of scented talc and told to dust. When he left the bathroom Drew smelled like a bouquet of flowers totally humiliated and subdued. Quickly Drew pulled up his boxers anxious to hide the humiliation of a hairless groin. A tee shirt and pair of tan shorts quickly followed. Instead of his socks and sneakers, given a pair of pink flip-flops. In the kitchen she had him put on a sunflower yellow organza ruffled bib apron and matching nylon mop cap. It took a couple of swift hard swats of her hairbrush to get him to smile and thank her. Drew felt a complete fool as he stood at the counter chopping vegetables. As he was doing that Miss. Simms was finished making tea and poured two cups. Handing a cup to Drew said, "Drink this. It'll make you feel better. I'll know if you don't. I'm going to wake your mother now." Drew didn't like hot tea preferring it iced but took a sip. It had a slightly bitter after taste but figured he had no choice. By the time he finished dicing all the vegetables the cup was empty and he was feeling light headed. When his mother and Miss. Simms came into the kitchen he wanted to complain but didn't. Seeing his mother with a faraway dazed look in her eyes figured it would be pointless. Another cup of tea after supper and Drew's mind clouded. ## Slowly Drew opened his eyes the fragments of a crazy nightmarish dream fading away. Absentmindedly he reached down to scratch his groin as he did every morning. Masturbation had become a fond habit and jerking his morning woodie a pleasant way to start his day. As his fingers touched something hard came fully awake and alarmed. "What the fuck!" he thought sitting up and tossing the covers off. As the sheet fell off to the side he was again surprised. He was wearing a bright yellow with small white polka dotted pajama top made of some slinky material. More concerned about his groin reached down and pushed the matching flare legged shorts out of the way. "What the fuck!" he screamed as his hands grasped between his legs. His groin was flat, covered in a pink hard rubber sheath with two small vertical ridges. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, pulling and tugging to no avail before Miss. Simms made her presents known. "Ahhh, I see you have discovered what I did. In case you're wondering, it's a male chastity device and can only be removed by me. It's made of a molded steel wire reinforced rubber so forget about cutting it off. Being inert you can perform your bodily functions without it having to be removed or cleaned. Of course you will have to sit from now on. Get used to it as it won't be coming off anytime in the near future. Now get up out of bed. We need to get you ready for the day," she stated with a smug smile. For a moment Drew just sat there then seeing red as a panicked rage filled him. Screaming his outrage jumped out of bed, hands balled into fists ready to beat this royal bitch to smithereens. Miss. Simms was expecting his reaction and pressed a small white button on the device in her apron pocket. Drew fell to the floor, pulled himself into the fetal position and cried out in pain clutching at his groin. The pain didn't physically last that long but seemed ages to Drew. "I guess I forgot to tell you about the Taser like device built into your chastity. Quite painful I'm told. You ever threaten me again or don't do what I demand happily, I'll fry those precious jewels of yours! Now get yourself together while I prepare your bath," she hissed. "That worked better than I expected just too bad those batteries don't last too long. Doc told me they only delivered a few shocks before needing replacement. From what I saw don't think I need to worry about it," she thought entering the bathroom. After he finished his perfumed bath Miss. Simms shampooed and conditioned his hair several times. Like most of his friends Drew had let his blond hair grow down to his shoulders keeping it in a low ponytail. The only time he "washed" it was when he stood under the shower. He had never shampooed or conditioned it and detested the floral fragrance it left behind. His hair was still fairly wet as Miss. Simms sent him to get dressed. "I put some clothing out for you to wear today. Get dressed and I'll be back shortly to do something with that head of hair of yours," she stated leaving his room. Drew wasn't happy seeing what she laid out for him. A pair of his tan tennis styled shorts. Shorts he seldom wore preferring his baggy cargo styles, a white dress shirt of all things and one of his very few y- fronts. Instead of his trainers the pair of pink flip-flops he remembered wearing yesterday were on the floor. "Crap, I don't want to wear this especially since she got rid of by leg hair an...and what's with the dress shirt? I hate her! I hate what she's done to me. I tried to wiggle out of it in the bath but it didn't budge. What am I gonna do? Until I can figure a way out of this...this thing I'm fucked! Gawd that hurt so damn bad. Don't want her to do that again," he thought stepping into his y-fronts. He was putting on the flip-flops when she returned carrying a wicker basket filled with hair care supplies. He noticed the hairdryer, some brushes and what looked like a tackle box inside the basket. Placing the basket on the edge of the vanity, she approached him. "That's not the way to wear that shirt with those shorts. Hold still while I show you how I expect you to put it on," she instructed. He watched as she rolled up each sleeve until they were above the elbow in two inch wide cuffs. Then pulling the shirt tails out of his shorts, unbuttoned the bottom ones and tied shirt tails into a knot just above his belly button. Stepping back Miss. Simms looked him over, shook her head and mumbled, "Needs some color." She went over to the basket and removed a bright blue nylon scarf. As she came back over to him rolled the scarf into a tube. Raising his collar placed the scarf around his neck and tied it into a sailor's bow. "There, much better. Now come and sit at your vanity so I can do something with your hair," she said to the blushing boy. "Crap, I look like a fruit cake dressed this way. What's she doing anyway?" he thought following her to the vanity. At the vanity he discovered the tackle box was a set of steam rollers as she plugged it in. Miss. Simms didn't do a whole lot other than trimming off the split ends leaving the back straight and creating bangs that fell to his brows. It actually felt nice when she back combed and brushed it though he wouldn't admit it. For his part Drew was more concerned when she put large plastic rollers covering the back. The heat on his neck was bothersome. While she waited for the rollers to do their work, Miss. Simms gave Drew a manicure. Using a set taken from the vanity drawer it didn't take long to round out his short nails and varnish them in a pale pink. She told him it was a clear polish but he wasn't so sure. Removing the rollers brushed his hair some more until she had the puff under tucked style she wanted. Then with a can of hairspray set it. Drew had wanted to resist but seeing that small device with the white button dared not. Before she announced him finished, removed a small round plastic container, opened it and using her little finger daubed at its contents. Telling him to hold still smeared the tacky substance onto his lips. It made his lips tingle and the taste of bubble gum on his tongue. "That will have to do for now," she stated. Entering the kitchen he saw his mother with a tea pot sitting near her at the table. "Go sit with your mother and have a cup of tea while I get breakfast," Miss. Simms said giving him a little shove. As he sat Deloris gave him a glassy eyed look and faint smile. "Good morning dear. Here let me pour you some tea," she said. He wanted to tell her what Miss. Simms had done but couldn't. Miss. Simms was standing with her hand in her apron pocket. If he didn't act happy and do as he was told, that little white button would be pushed again. "Damn I don't want no friggin cup of tea but I have to do what I'm told. I don't think I could bare the pain if she pushes that button. I can only hope seeing me with this stupid hair and dressed this way Mom will do something. She looks spaced out but I look so ridiculous maybe it will...," his thoughts broken when she said, "You look nice this morning darling". Drew vaguely remembered drinking two cups of the awful brew while his mother kept telling him how much she loved what he had done with his hair. The more she said about how much she liked his new look the more he began to like it too. The weird thing about the memory was that his mother's face kept changing into that of Miss. Simms. He spent most of that morning helping Miss. Simms around the house. Drew had never made a bed or cleaned a house before but he was learning. He was constantly aware of the compression between his legs and how much pain it could cause. So he did what he was instructed hating both the labor and everything else that had happened. As far as he was concerned the only good thing was how nice he looked. After some more tea at lunch Miss. Simms gave him an I-pod and set of ear plugs. Drew didn't like the music. It was sounds of nature with a backdrop of elevator music rather than the hip hop/rap he preferred. Fearing what Miss. Simms might do, sat on the living room sofa listening to it. "This music sucks!" he thought. "Still it's better sitting here than doing all that woman's work like this morning. Mom is sitting next to me listening to music too I guess. Thought that the therapy was supposed to help but she has that spaced out look she had when dad passed away. Moving out here was crazy to begin with and that..that Miss. Simms is certifiable. I should have refused to come with her and stayed with Steve. Steve's dad is an engineer and will know how to get this damn pink thing off me. It'll be a long walk if I can't hitch a ride but I'm leaving as soon as it gets dark." Drew was surprised when Miss. Simms shook his shoulder waking him up. He was still on the sofa and from the light coming through the widow late evening. "Doing all that house work must have really worn me out. Well at least I won't be tired when I make my escape from this loony bin," he though removing the ear buds. He didn't give it any thought when entering the kitchen automatically donned the apron and mop cap. Nor did Drew think it strange when after supper picked up all the dirty dishes, rinsed them and put them in the dish washer. He did think it weird when his mother gave him a hug and said what a good girl he was for cleaning up. "Did she just say I was a good girl? I might be wearing a frilly apron and stupid cap but I'm no girl. Must have heard wrong," he thought putting the ear buds back in. Drew was looking out the window. It was pitch black outside and the moon was a sharp crescent. He was ready to make his escape. Picking up his suitcase paused to check out his reflection. Drew had no idea why he did that but pleased. His hair was brushed into a page boy, his dress shirt neatly tied off above his navel. Reaching up fluffed out the blue scarf's bow. Carefully he made his way to the front door and unlatched it. As he stepped over the threshold fell to the ground, curled up into a ball and screaming clutched his groin. When the pain stopped and the red haze left his vision Miss. Simms was standing over him. "Trying to leave so soon? As you just discovered, your chastity has a digital chip attuned to the alarm system. You try to leave without my permission....let's just say next time you probably won't need that chastity. Here, take my hand and I'll help you back to your room," she said extending her hand. "Oh gawd my balls felt like they were on fire. I don't have any choice but to do what she says until I can get this damn thing off," he thought staggering to his feet. Over the course of the week Drew meekly did whatever Miss. Simms demanded. In the morning he did the household chores. In the afternoons listened to his music. Wearing his frilly apron and mop cap would help prepare meals, then serve and finally do the clean-up. By the end of seven days Drew didn't mind how Miss. Simms was making him dress or performing his daily rituals. He still hated what he considered women's work, especially ironing. He also wanted to run away but learned his lesson. Until he could get out of his chastity he was a prisoner. Drew had tried reasoning with his mother to get rid of Miss. Simms or at least stop her from interfering with his life to no avail. ## Drew was embarrassed as his Miss. Simms and his mother took him into the city to meet with the therapist. Miss. Simms insisted he wear a blue dress shirt. The sleeves rolled up above the elbows and the hem tied into a knot just above his navel. White tennis shorts and his pink flip flops completed his dressing. His mode of dress wasn't what bothered him. Rather it's what she had done to his hair. Miss. Simms had parted it down the middle and using blue satin ribbons fashioned it into pigtails. "I look like a fruitcake dressed this way but what she did to my hair makes me look like a sissy. People seeing me like this will be humiliating but I don't care. As soon as we park I'm running as fast and far as I can," he thought as his mother pulled into a parking space. He snapped open his seatbelt and reached for the door handle determined to get away. As his hand touched the handle, Miss. Simms turned from the driver's side, the device with its white button in her palm. "Don't even think about it. You just sit there until I come around to get you," she hissed. "Crap!" he thought releasing the handle. "I'll find a way. She can't keep her eyes on me the whole time or from telling this therapist what's going on." Miss. Simms kept a tight grip on the back of Drew's neck as she led them into the therapist's office. It wasn't until the receptionist had told them to take a seat was the grip released. "She has a strong grip and it hurt. Guess she's planning to do the same on the way back. That aint gonna happen once I tell this therapist what's she been doing to me. With that bitch gone maybe I can convince mom to let me move in with Steve," he thought glancing at the clock. "What the...I was in there for over two hours! We got here at ten and now it's after twelve. Why can't I remember much of anything during that time? I remember going into her office but that's about it. That bitch is still here too. Why isn't she long gone?" he thought as they left the office. "Honey while we're in the city why don't we do some shopping? You really do need to wear something other than those shorts and shirts. Come on, we'll make a day of it," his mother said breaking his train of thought. "Oh yes mummy, that would be wonderful," he replied. "What the fuck did I just say? All I want is to get away and out of this damn chastity," he thought confused. What came out of his mouth was confusing but when Miss. Simms didn't use her death grip on his neck and let him walk free more so. "Now's my chance. She's at least three feet behind us. If I run fast enough maybe I'll be out of range of that thing she has. Come on feet let's move," he thought but continued to calmly walk beside his mother. Drew was agitated and perplexed as he continued walking beside his mother even holding her hand. His every instinct shouted "run" as they entered Macy's lingerie department. Still he followed her to the panty and bra display. Glancing into one of the many mirrors was dismayed actually seeing a smile on his face. "What the hell? Why can't I run and why am I smiling?" his mind screamed in frustration. He was even more disconcerted and troubled when he heard his mother talk to the sales clerk. "Yes, we need to get my thirteen year old daughter Cameron some proper lingerie. She's a little late in developing but it won't be long before she starts to blossom. I can't wait to get her out of her tomboy phase and be the girly-girl I know she is. Could you please get her measurements?" Deloris said. "Cameron? She never calls me that. Thirteen year old girl? I'm fifteen almost sixteen and certainly no damn blossoming girl! Mom's totally lost it and why am I still here?" he thought following them into a cubicle with a smile on his face. Drew could only look on as a mortified outside observer while he was measured. His mind yelling for him to run or at least protest but his smile did not waver. His horror only increased when the sales clerk returned with an armload of bras. "These are some of our most popular bras. These here are Maidenform Girl Big Girl's seamless V-neck crop bras made of nylon and spandex. This one in Heather Pink and these two a seamless V-neck bralette with quarter inch padding in black and white. I also brought these Jockey Big Girl microfiber bras with molded padded cups and cute satin bow at the center. Unlike the others, these have a hook and eye back closure and come in either Sand or white," the clerk said handing the bras to his mother to examine. "Come here darling, let me put this Heather Pink one on for you. I think every girl should have some pink. There how does it feel? Comfortable?" Deloris said. Drew wanted to scream but obediently raised his arms as the garment was pulled into place. The indignity of having to wear such a totally feminine item scared his ego but the fit was comfortable. While the Maidenform bras were bad, the Jockey bras with molded cups and padding were far more damaging to Drew's sense of self. They made his shirt stick out slightly from his chest. The others weren't nearly so noticeable. At Miss. Simms's recommendation and the prices reasonable, Deloris purchased four of the microfiber bras, two of the bralettes and the pink one. He left the changing cubical wearing the Sand colored bra under his shirt. The sales clerk led them over to the panty display. "Your daughter should be a size four based on my measurements. I'm sure you can find what you want here and I'll take these bras over to the counter," she said walking off. Again at Miss. Simms's suggestion only the most feminine nylon and satin panties were selected. Most were a brief style in bright shiny colors with lace decoration at waist, legs or panel inserts. The others in pretty pastels with either floral or stripe prints. Drew was appalled when he saw how the panties hugged his groin. The vertical ridges on his chastity made it look like a girl's hammer toe. Bras and panties were just part of his lingerie needs and with Miss. Simms always suggesting the girly-girliest styles, Drew's mind numbed. Lacy camisoles, slips both full and half with wide floral lace hemming, panty girdles with rear and hip padding plus night wear spilled over the counter top by the time they finished. From there it was into the junior's department for skirts, blouses, dresses, Capris, shorts and bathing suits. In the shoe department Deloris wasn't satisfied until she had picked out a dozen pair, most with no less than a three inch slender heel. Purses, belts, scarfs, hosiery, leggings and jewelry accessories completed his new wardrobe. They had to make three trips to load the car with their purchases. Drew was mentally exhausted by the third trip and physically not much better. They had been continuously shopping for almost seven hours but Deloris said they still needed to make two more stops. The first was the Piercing Pagoda where his ears were pierced twice in each lobe with pink keepers inserted. Miss. Simms wanted him to get a navel piercing but the pretty clerk said they didn't offer that service. She did recommend a place not far away though. "I don't want my ears pierced. I know guys that have done it but no guy has a navel ring. So why haven't I been able to stop all this? I'm just waiting and smiling my ass off like I've done all damn day," he thought resigned to the fact that he couldn't physically react to anything they wanted him to do. The next stop made his stomach flip but the smile stayed on his face. He was calmly sitting in a padded chromed chair while a cosmetologist worked on his face. Drew winced as she used what she called a laser probe to shape his brows. He watched what the technician was doing in a mirror and listening carefully to everything she was saying. "Why am I listening and concentrating so hard on what she's doing? Guys don't wear makeup! Hell! I certainly don't want to know how to do this," he thought. As they were leaving the cosmetics shop, Drew was able to pause in front of a full length mirror. It was the first time his mind said stop and his body complied. Seeing his reflection made him sorry but at the same time felt a tingle of pleasure run up his spine. "Oh my gawd! Just look at what they've done to me. I look like a girl," he thought. Drew was wearing a jeans mini-skirt and white eyelet tank top over his Sand colored bra, yellow nylon panties with a floral lace front panel and yellow panty girdle. White nylons were attached to the girdle's garter tabs and white strappy sandals with a two inch wedge heel on his feet. A small white leatherette hobo bag was slung over one shoulder. His brows in feminine arches, eyelids blended in peach tones, a pale rose blush on his cheeks with his lips glistening in peach colored lipstick. His hair was still in pigtails but his mother had replaced the ribbons with yellow ones. The girl in the mirror would actually look very pretty except for the hair style and mousey appearance. ## If Drew thought yesterday was a nightmare, today proved to be even worse. Miss. Simms entered his room and roused him out of bed at five o'clock. While he was taking his bubble bath, she laid out his clothing for the day. His white molded padded cup bra, white translucent panties with lace inserts at the hips, white panty girdle with a gleaming satin diamond front panel and black panty hose for undergarments. For outerwear she selected a white semi-sheer cap sleeved blouse with rounded eyelet lace collar and navy skater skirt and two inch wedges. Drew groaned when he saw the bra. He hated those the most for two reasons. One, it had to be hooked in the back and two, the molded cups made his chest look humongous to his eyes. He was surprised when he was able to complain. "Miss. Simms do I have to wear this bra?" "Of course you do. All girls have to learn how to hook a bra behind their back. Your other bras just slip on. If I had my way all your bras would be like this one. Now hurry and dress. You need to put on your makeup which I will help you with then you have a dentist appointment," she replied. "I'm not a friggin girl! I'm a total guy and shouldn't have to wear any bra. She hasn't threatened or punished me; yet, I'm smiling and trying to put on this stupid bra," he thought as he began to dress. The trip to the dentist's office was unexpected and somewhat painful. There he had pink braces put on. It was bad enough having pink railroad tracks but the plastic plate attached to the roof of his mouth worse. It had a small pin that forced a slight lisp when he talked. From there he was taken to a beauty parlor, The Cut and Curl. When they left Drew's hair was an ash blond, styled into a big hair bob and stiffly lacquered. He had been given half inch acrylic extensions and varnished a bright lavender with small white daisy decals. The final stop was at a tattoo/piercing studio where he had a navel piercing. Miss. Simms untucked his blouse and tied the hems into a bow knot just below his bra. "There, now everyone will be able to see your adorable golden fairy dangling over your belly button. As long as we're here, perhaps you would like to get a cute tattoo. I was thinking maybe a pretty butterfly on your shoulder blade and a nice garland around one ankle," she said. "I didn't want this damn piercing and I certainly don't want any tattoos especially the kind she wants. So why in hell am I standing here smiling like an idiot and nodding my head?" he thought but said, "Oh, yes, please...pretty please." Over the course of the summer Drew physically was definitely not the Drew of old. He had been enrolled for most of it in Mrs. Edna's poise, posture and etiquette program. She was a severe looking woman in her middle sixties with old fashioned ideas about how women should behave, submissive yet elegant. Drew's mind screamed in outrage over what he was being taught yet obediently learning. Mrs. Edna's wasn't the worst class he had to attend. Miss. Joan's personal relationships lessons far more demeaning and damaging to his ego. In those classes he learned how to flirt, attract and keep a boyfriend. During the last month Miss. Joan took him to various mall's food courts to practice what he learned and safe sex practices. The fact that he couldn't stop much less resist any of his instructions forced Drew consciousness to recede. It was much easier to just let his body do whatever while letting his mind drift. In August he did try to reassert himself when given B-cup implants. His nipples enlarged and thickened. Like all his other attempts, the smile stayed on his face and he eagerly thanked the doctor when it was done. When not attending classes, Drew was Deloris' good daughter. He happily performed as maid, cook and girly-girl daughter. He answered to Cameron, except for bed never without makeup and always wore dresses, skirts or frilly blouses. As far as his mother's condition, it seemed to blossom over the summer. She was no longer in that dazed funk like when they first moved. Now she seemed aware and more in control but not like before. Deloris was totally convinced she always had a daughter named Cameron. She still went to her therapist taking Cameron with her every month. Each time the Cameron part of his mind left the sessions much more dominant. The male part forced further back into the recesses. With the coming of fall Drew again tried to exert some control but fruitless. He was enrolled in high school as Cameron, female. Seeing his course schedule had triggered his awareness. It was a non-college program that at best would get him a secretary's position upon graduation. Even that was in doubt as Miss. Simms kept saying he would make a better maid working in some motel or hotel. "Hell I don't want to be a friggin secretary much less a full time maid. I want to be an engineer like my dad," he thought but resigned to his fate. Throughout high school Drew's awareness popped to the surface occasionally. Sometimes he was please seeing through Cameron's eyes her naked or partially dressed girlfriends. Other times he looked on in disgust as Cameron danced close or kissed some boy. Later after Cameron turned seventeen, disgust turned into sheer horror as she gave some boy a blow or hand job. Thankfully she never allowed any of the numerous boys she dated get more intimate. ## After graduation Miss. Simms got Cameron a job working as a maid at the Lazy Z motel. It was one of those by the hour or day type motels just on the outside of the seedier part of town. The required uniform was a translucent dull yellowish-brown nylon affair with white bird's wing cuffs and low V-neck double breasted neckline. In addition to the dress was a white cotton apron tying off at the waist and a starched white cap with brown trimming. About the only good thing you could say about the job was that it was the day shift and not the night one. Cameron didn't enjoy working there but it gave her something to do and spending money. Money she needed for clothing and makeup. Cameron was possessed by a need to go shopping and looking her best. On her days off would go out on dates which always seemed to end with an energetic blow job. Besides her fashion sense Cameron was proud of her oral sex capabilities. Thanks to Miss. Joan's lessons could take the biggest down all the way to the root. When Cameron turned eighteen Miss. Simms informed her that she no longer had to work at the Lazy Z. At her birthday party Cameron was introduced to Percy McQuinn. Percy was a swishy looking nerd not much older than Cameron. His clothing was rumpled and didn't quite fit just right on his lean frame. His brown hair was a wavy mop and he wore black large framed glasses. "Cameron I want you to meet Percy McQuinn. I met his mother after one of our therapy sessions. We both decided that you two had a lot in common and would make a wonderful couple," his mother gushed. Hearing that Drew became aware as this was unexpected. "What a loser. Why on earth would mother want me to go out with a guy like that? Cameron never went out with any boy like him before. She prefers those muscled goons. From his body language I think Percy is a colossal introverted wimp," he thought as Cameron walked over to Percy and planted a tongue twisting kiss making the poor boy almost swoon. Drew had gotten used to kissing a boy over the past few years but Cameron's actions brought back the disgust. "I can't believe that just happened. It's hard enough kissing a nice looking guy but Percy?" he thought. He became even more repulsed by what he heard coming out of his mouth. "Ooooohhhh Percy, I think I'm in love with you already." It was more than enough to make Drew shrink back into his mind. Over the next couple of months Cameron and Percy were almost always together. Other than tight embraces and lots of passionate kissing nothing more intimate occurred. When Percy wasn't around all Cameron seemed to talk about was how great he was. Drew would have gagged if he could have made his body do it. "Ooohhh I just love him to death. He is so wonderful. I want to be with him always. I want to be his wife. Oh, I hope he proposes soon," she would say ad infinitum. Thankfully Drew could phase out and not have to listen to such drivel. He was curious though. Unlike with all her other boyfriends hadn't performed oral sex. Normally all it took was one date and down she went savoring every moment. "Something is not right about all this. As much as it sickens me to watch Cameron suck some kid's dick this is so unlike her. Plus she's never acted so love struck before. Before she seemed to do it only to get some present she wanted like that tennis bracelet," he thought confused. Within the month there was a small diamond ring on Cameron's left hand. Soon after she found two bride's maids and doing all the preparations for a wedding. About the only thing she left out were the invitations. The ceremony would be for immediate family members only. The dress she found was relatively inexpensive for a wedding costing a little over $1,200 but classically fashionable. It was a soft net white/silver metallic floor length A-line silhouette with a chapel train. The capped sleeved dress had an illusion yoke over a sweetheart neckline of rose floral lace with metallic and rhinestone accents shimmering across the bodice and gathered skirt. The ceremony took place in a small Justice of the Peace's office and Drew didn't want anything to do with it. However the two bride's maids caught his attention. The first thing that caught his attention were their faces. While heavily made-up there was no doubt they were guys. One even had a thin black mustache. The next was their bodies which were quite feminine in proportion with obviously tightly corseted waists. The dresses also popped out screaming for attention. One was a bright scarlet the other equally bright orange but otherwise the same design. They were both wearing floor length strapless polyester and organza with beaded bodice dresses. The skirts were very full and consisted of multilayered ruffled chiffon. The sweetheart necklines revealed a surprisingly large pair of breasts. The other guests were their therapist, Percy's mother and older sister, Betty from the Cut and Curl and Miss. Joan. One thing Drew had in common with his alter dominate self, Cameron, was a shared dislike of Percy's mom and sister. Both were cut from the same cloth, being bossy and demanding. Neither were looking forward to moving into their mother-in- law's house after the wedding. With the ceremony over, the legal documents signed, Mrs. Nelson and Miss. Janet, Percy's mom and sister, came to escort the newlyweds to their new home. SIBC