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This is my attempt to finish a piece by Mr.SilentForce. The original Rabbit's Foot Keychain should be read prior to this to put the characters and situations into perspective. I make no claims to the original Rabbit's Foot Keychain story, I just wanted to complete a story that has remained unfinished for several years. Last paragraphs from original story: Lauren dropped me off at my apartment and said, "Be ready in a new outfit for a night of fun on the town." I giggled and said, "Sounds like it will be fun." I smiled to myself as I waved Lauren goodbye. I watched her leave as I turned and raced up the stairs and into my apartment. I raced into my bedroom and tossed my purchases on the bed. I began searching through the masses of clothes. 'Where was it?' I questioned myself. That is when I found it. "Oh, thank gawd," I exclaimed I have it. I held the rabbits foot key chain in my hand and quickly said, "I wish that Lauren could no longer influence people mentally." I paused smiling. Small accomplishments. Next I said, "I wish I was dressed more comfortably." 'Shit, that is not what I wanted to wish for,' I thought as I was soon dressed in more comfortable underwear and sports bra. Next baby blue sweat pants appeared on my legs followed by a yellow spaghetti strap top, then a red sweat shirt. 'Why did I not wish myself back to normal,' I thought. 'Because this is who you are now,' said Stephanie's voice inside my head. Continued........... Stephanie just stood there, evaluating the situation. She thought she had her/his previous life back, but that rug just got pulled out from under her. Stephanie grasped the rabbit's foot to try and pulled it to her breast to wish herself to a better situation. "I wi......" confused, she tried to repeat "I wi...." But her mouth could not form the words. Panic started to build, she started to breath faster, her chest rising and falling with her clutched fist firmly embedded in between each orb. She was prevented from making any further wishes, she pulled her fist out and opened her palm to view the now useless rabbit's foot, rolling her fingers to the table top, the rabbit's foot rolls off her palm, over her feminine fingers, onto the table top. She unconsciously states "I wish I never bought this damn foot." Her eyes widen, she just stated 'I wish', she quickly snaps the foot off the table top "I wi....' and her lips fail her once again. Dejected, she slumps over, bracing herself on the table, her voice quivering "I just want to be myself again". Placing the foot back down on the table, she unconsciously pulls out her cell phone and dials a number. Placing it to her ear, she hears a woman answer "Hello my dear, I see you tried to use the charm you stole from me." Stephanie realizes she just called Lauren. "You may now realize that I made a few safety features built into you. I allowed you two wishes of my choosing, but I ensured you can't use the Rabbit's foot for your wishes unless I give it to you. And since you stole it from my purse, you can't make any wishes and you had to call me afterwards." Stephanie's stomach is a flutter, she's speechless. She places a hand to her mouth and has to sit down. "Stephanie, you've been a bad girl" that phrase rings in her ear, she straightens up in the chair, a feeling of dread comes over her. "You need to be taught a lesson. Slutty Stephanie needs to meet me at Shadow's night club. Do you understand?" Stephanie drops her hand from her face, she straightens her shoulders, takes a deep breath and presses out her breasts. Smiling "Give me two hours to shower and shave, I deserve a fun night out." She says with a crooked smile and hangs up the phone. Steve is just a passenger in the body, all he can do is just watch through Stephanie's eyes as she readies a bath and sets out her clothes on the bed as the tub fills. A skimpy red dress with matching bra and thong, carefully placed as Stephanie mindlessly hums "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun", she smiles at her pick. In the tub, once cleaned, legs are lathered up and shaved smooth. Next sitting on the edge of the tub, Stephanie gingerly starts to shave her pussy bare. Carefully attending to each nook and cranny, pulling and stretching her skin to get each hair. Steve, feeling the alien sensations of the procedure that Stephanie so expertly executes, focuses on the tingling in his pussy as her nimble fingers diddle around her clit. Her nipples harden and her areolas puff out, as Steve rides the coaster. Giving him a brief distraction from the upcoming evening events. Noting to herself "No time for that right now, plenty time later", unknowingly telling Steve he's going to have to wait. Finishing up with her pits, just doing a bit of maintenance to complete the package. Pulling the plug on the tub, she stands up and turns on the shower head for a final fresh rinse. With hair wrapped as a turban and a towel around her chest, her ass cheeks just pop out from the bottom edge of the towel, she sits at her makeup table, so graciously supplied by Lauren's wish. Blowing out her hair, curling with an iron and applying generous hair products, she finishes with her long hair with soft curls, she turns her head left and right to inspect her progress. Sitting down, she attends to her nails, Fire Engine red is her standard shade for nightlife. Toe nails first, then her hands. Five minutes of waving her hands as is shoeing away non- existent nats, they are set. Next onto her makeup, base, eye shadow and eyeliner. As she finishes stroking on eyelash mascara making her eyes pop with enough makeup to let the men know she's a player tonight. She leans back and views her work in the mirror. Steve's mind, in panic at the sight of the emerging club slut, feebly thinks he's shouting out to Stephanie, but her thoughts are of the upcoming night out with Lauren. Standing up, she drops the towel wrapped around her body and threads her legs thru the strings of the thong, shimmying them up past her ample hips. Snapping the face of the thong against her freshly cleaned pussy. Resting the silky smooth, cool fabric on her mound, her fingertips caress the exterior savoring the feeling. Shaking her hips, she nestles the thong in between her ass cheeks, Steve now knows the Butt Floss reference. Between the silky pussy patch and the butt floss, he's strangely enjoying the sensations, a small part of Steve slips away as he slowly sub comes to Stephanie's feminine identity. Next she dons the bra. Placing her arms thru the straps, she leans over to let her tits swing free as she stretches the bra out to cradle each mound of flesh. She reaches behind her back and snaps the clasps closed, pulling the cups to her ribs. Standing straight up, she adjusts her tits in the twin hammocks. Gazing into his feminine reflection, Steve eyes the pushup bra that is accenting Stephanie's already generous chest. Picking up the red dress, she steps thru the neck opening and pulls it up her body, shimmying the narrow dress up past her hips, it pops into place around her waist. Lacing her arms thru their openings, she reaches back and zips up. The pleated dress falls mid-thigh. The frontal neckline barely covers the bra-line. Leaving no imagination as to her assets. She adds a dangly necklace to rest in her cleavage to help draw attention, with matching earrings. Next, the matching 4 inch stiletto's with wrapping straps running up her ankles. Checking her reflection, noting how it pops out her ass, she smiles, Steve is not thrilled. After placing a few small bracelets on her wrists, she leans into the mirror, lightly parts her lip and accents them with matching red lipstick. Standing back, with a hand on her hip, Steve fears what those lips may be wrapped around by the end of the night. Stephanie blows a kiss to her reflection. She picks up the cell phone and text's for an Uber for pickup, she won't be doing any driving tonight, she's to be driven. Grabbing a matching clutch from her table, she loads it with the necessities, mascara and lipstick for touchup, and the rabbit's foot keychain, just for luck. 5 minutes later, she picks up a perfume bottle and dispenses a few pumps of the fragrance in the air in front of her, she walks thru is to have the essence waft around her. She pumps one shot of the perfume on her exposed wrist then rubs both wrists together. A car horn is heard, UBER is here. Strutting out to the awaiting car, the driver notices Stephanie, hips swaying as she approaches. He quickly jumps out and runs around the front of the car, eagerly he opens the rear door for her with a large smile on his face, his eyes locked on her tits as she eases herself into the car. At the club, he repeats his actions to let her out of the car, she reaches out with her hand and strokes it down his cheekbone, letting her nail lightly run over his skin. "Thank you for the lift, maybe I can call you for another ride sometime?" and then struts into the club. Walking towards the bar, she sees Lauren standing alone at a tall table. As she approaches her, Lauren asks "so Steve, tell me what you think?" Stephanie shutters for a split second, Steve is able to talk, "why are you doing this to me? I've had no control over her actions. I didn't do anything mean to you." "Stevie, you wanted to know what it's like to have some 'girl friends', I'm just allowing you to walk in our shoes for a bit, or shall I say Stiletto's? We do this all of the time to be adored by men, I'm just opening your eyes as to what length we go to look hot for men. Plus, you took away my best friend, I need some girl time with her." Grasping the rabbit's foot from Stephanie's purse, "as for that first wish I allowed you, 'I wish that I can continue to make wishes that alter people's minds.' So, with no further delay, let's see what's here tonight, Slutty Stephanie". Stephanie's eyes flutter and her demeanor softens "looks like a nice crowd tonight". She unconsciously licks her lips as she scans the club. Lauren says to her "you know what? I wish you find a man tonight that has you begging him for more." Stephanie giggles. A hour later, after a few random dances and three mixed drink gifts from various men, Steve is feeling it's effects, her smaller body is effected more by the liquor. At the bar, Stephanie stumbles back a half step and is caught by a pair of strong arms. Standing straight and turning around, she sees her rescuer. Mark, a local that intermittently attends Shadows, lightly grasps her hand, "Are you ok?" He says with a warm smile. Placing her free hand over her cleavage, in an 'Oh My' fashion, she thanks him for the support. They hold there for about 10 seconds, still lightly holding hands. "You know, a good way to burn off the alcohol his to dance." As he lightly curls his fingers around her hand, eyes locks, he leads her out onto the dance floor. Dance after dance, Stephanie sways her hips and flings her arms with Mark, soaking in the night. On one twirl around, Mark stops her with his hands on her waist, her hands at his chest, he pulls her body to his, leans in and kisses her as she looks up at him. She momentarily pushes against his chest with her open palms, but then as the moment unfolds, her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and her wrists overlap behind his neck. His hands move from her hips to her back, pulling her in more. Subconsciously, she curls her right foot slightly off the floor. As they part lips, a soft exhale comes from both of them. Another small bit of Steve is lost. Back at the bar with Lauren, the three trade small talk. Stephanie's and Mark's hands each lightly trade caresses on the back and ass. Steve can feel a build-up of pressure in her panties, but not from his historical erection, but from the blood rushing to her pussy's lips. She can also feel her nipples harden from all of the light fondling. He kisses her neck and whispers into her ear, she giggles in response. She tells Lauren, "Um, would you mind if..... we.... You know.... Were to leave???" She says biting her lower lip and Mark pulls her into his chest. Lauren answers "you know what?" as she reaches into her clutch for the rabbit's foot, "I wish Mark, here, would get a room for all three of us. Mark wants me to watch." Mark's eyes flutter and the new thoughts implanted. "I'll be right back." As he plants a long kiss onto Stephanie, he goes to the front desk to check-in. Steve knows what she's doing, she wants to watch him being humiliated in her body by Mark. As he returns with a card key, they walk with arms around each other, with him in the middle. In the elevator, the doors close, Lauren walks up to Stephanie and passionately kisses her in front of Mark. They part and Lauren faces Mark, "She's mine, but I like to watch also". And they resume their embrace. As the doors open, two fifteen year old boys are waiting for the elevator, Lauren and Stephanie finally part lips, and Mark walks up in between them, wraps his arms behind their backs and ushers them out of the elevator, past the boys, mouths agape. Staring at the trio swaying down the hallway, the boys neglect the closing elevator doors. Once in the room, Lauren takes a seat in a corner chair and tells them to carry on. Lauren sits elegantly as Mark and Stephanie stand at the foot of the bed, making out. He slowly pulls down the zipper on her back, allowing the shoulders to slightly part. She steps back and allows the limp dress to fall to the floor. Stepping out of the crumble of cloth, she lightly poses for him for approval, one knee slightly bent, and one hand on her hip. Lauren, stroking the foot in her hand says "I wish Mark's fantasy is fulfilled tonight." Ensuring that he doesn't hold back. Mark turns towards Lauren "Put down that toy and stand here." Pointing to the floor next to Stephanie. The phrase 'must obey' runs thru her mind as Lauren opens her fingers and the rabbit's foot drops into her clutch. She stands up and walks over. She's realizing that her wish trapped her in his fantasy. "Take off your dress" he orders, her hands have a mind of their own as she too slips off her dress. Now both are standing there in their lingerie, waiting for him. He points to Stephanie "Slave One". Turning to Lauren "Slave Two". "I've always fantasized about have two beautiful sex slaves do my bidding. Now, Slave one, take off my shirt. Slave two, kneel and take off my pants." Not a beat was missed as they complied with his orders. "Kneel, slave one", as she eagerly complies "Yes sir" when she hit the floor.. "MASTER to you dumb sluts." "Yes, Master" they say in stereo.. Facing his half erect cock, "Now the game here is to make me cum. Each of you takes a turn, five sucks each time. The first to make me cum, wins. Slave two, you first." Parting her lips, she engulfs him in her mouth, sucking as hard as she can with each cycle, she just manages to get him a bit harder. Pulling out after 5, Stephanie follows Lauren, but she concentrates 2 short strokes on his cock head, one long draw down its length, then finishing with 2 more short strokes near the tip, his cock is now rock hard. Stephanie is drawing on Steve's knowledge on what feels good during a blow job. Steve is not pleased to know that he may be the winner, or loser as Steve would perceive it.. Several cycles later, Lauren is the recipient of the throbbing cock as he spasms into her mouth. "Don't swallow but don't spill any out" as she struggles to fulfill his order. "Open and show me." As she opens like a baby bird, mouth agape with his thick white cum layered over her tongue. "French kiss slave one" he orders. Lauren is happy to include Stephanie in this. "Being the winner, you get to choose what's next, it can be you, or her." As he points back and forth between the two." Lauren ponders "Take her from behind while she licks my pussy." As she stands up, removes her thong and sits on the foot of the bed, slides back and spread her legs. "Slave one, do as she ordered, assume your position." Stephanie rises up, faces Lauren, lowers her thongs then bends over as she gently starts to tongue her clit, Lauren takes in a breath at the sensation. Mark steps behind her, positions his cock at her engorged lips, and presses onward. Stephanie momentarily pauses as his cock parts her folds and fills her void. Starting a rhythmic stroke, he thrusts, slapping his hips onto her round ass. This causes her to rock back and forth, adding to her actions on Lauren's clit, not to mention the low moans. Lauren cums three times, as Stephanie keeps going. She has 2 herself as Mark pumps mercilessly, since he came a short while ago, it took him a bit longer this time, but he finally tenses up and deposits deep in her. As they come down from their 'high', chests rising and falling, they all collapse on the bed. Five minutes later, Mark faces Stephanie, "your turn, what's next?" Somehow, Steve was able to blurt out what he wanted before Stephanie could think. "Same thing, but Lauren eats me out and you do her in the ass. Master needs a tighter hole." Mark smiles, Lauren not so much. "You heard her, move." They change positions, Stephanie with her legs splayed out on the bed. Lauren bends over and approaches Stephanie's pussy. As she looks at her pussy lips, she notices Stephanie contracted her muscles, a bit of Mark's cum oozes out. "I hope you enjoy Master's cream pie" Stephanie comments. Mark enters Lauren's pussy from behind, to lubricate his dick. He pulls out and presses his head against her rosebud. "Relax your asshole and start licking. Do a good job on both." Unable to resist because of her wish, she complies. Mark firmly grasps her hips and pulls the two together. She tries to start on her pussy, but the sensations at her ass cause her pause as he slowly presses on. A slight high pitched whimper can be heard from her. Once he bottoms out, she starts on cleaning Stephanie. She clenches lightly down on Mark's dick, trying to hurry the process. She enthusiastically attends to Stephanie's pussy, causing two orgasms for her, as Mark finally speeds up his rhythm and deposits his load in her ass. Forcibly thrusting his hips into her ass cheeks, he stops, deep in her. She can feel his cock muscles throbbing as her asshole engulfs it. He stops, and slowly pulls out of her, she swears she heard a slight pop as he exits her. He leans forward onto her back and causes her to collapse onto the bed with Stephanie. After a few minutes "Stay on the bed while I take a piss." As he walks to the bathroom. As he's busy, Lauren scolds Stephanie "Thanks, bitch, my asshole hurts so much". A look of sadness is on Stephanie's face, "I'm so sorry Lauren, I don't know here that came from, it just blurted out from my mouth." Steve has a bit of satisfaction, but he knows there will be some retribution. As the night wears on for the girls, he commands them to dance like strippers, make out with each other, and one titty fuck, he finally drifts off to sleep from exhaustion, followed soon by the girls, one each side of him. As the room starts to glow from the morning sun, Lauren is the first to awaken. Now that his fantasy night is over, her wish for him is completed, she has her self control back. She slides off the bed and gently grabs the rabbit's foot from hr clutch. "I wish that when Mark wakes up, he will be obedient and compliant to all of my commands. Also, I wish that anything I tell him he will believe to be the absolute truth. Also, I wish that if I phrase a question as 'Mark, remember', his memories will change to accommodate the question and his mind will fill in any information to support the new memory." Lauren has an evil smile and sits in the chair, waiting for the fun to begin. Soon after her statement, Mark begins to stir. He lifts his head and looks at Stephanie, still lying next to him. He turns and looks at Lauren, she asks "good morning sleepy head, have a restful sleep?" He nods, "Yeah, some wild night, last night. But I could go for some more, come back to bed." "No, I don't think so, but, I do see a large amount of your dried cum on Stephanie's tit, lick and suck it off for me. Nice and gentle." Confused, Mark turns to Stephanie and proceeds as commanded. Mark starts to clean up his salty deposits from the night before. With her nipples becoming erect from the sensations, Stephanie's eyes open and she starts to smile. "Mark, stop and sit on the edge of the bed, let's talk." "What do you want to talk about?" he asks. "Mark, remember when you were five years old and went to school, you saw all of those pretty little girls in their pretty dresses, you so wanted to wear those frilly dresses too, but you were a boy with a little pee- pee, and boys don't wear dresses." Mark eyelids flutter with the new memories being created, nods in agreement "They were very pretty and they looked so happy, twirling in their dresses, but all I got to wear was pants." He says with a sad look. "Mark, remember when you went to middle school and started seeing those young girls with those training bras? You fantasized about what it would feel like to wear a bra of your own. But you're a boy, and boys wear football jerseys, right?" Mark lightly passes his hand over his chest, as if he's following an outline of a bra. "Mark, remember high school and the beautiful young girls becoming young beautiful women. They blossomed with large breasts and shapely hips. They wore lipstick and thigh high boots with four inch heels, you fantasized about having your own set of large breasts, feeling the weight of those beautiful mounds hang from your chest. Having them cradled in your own lacy bra. Mark, remember you fantasized about the feeling of silky panties, a thong strap riding in between your ass cheeks and wearing those high heeled boots. You wanted what these girls have, but boys date girls, they don't wear their pretty clothes." Marks breathing starts to quicken, his brows furrow at the aggravation he's been feeling all of these years. "I just wanted to feel what they feel. They look so pretty and happy, I wanted that too." "Mark, remember last year you started seeing a therapist about these feelings, you both discovered you have gender identity disorder. She directed you to start wearing feminine undergarments, and you felt so wonderful wearing them. Mark, remember you felt so naughty knowing that no one else knew you were wearing a thong and a slip under your street clothes. You liked feeling naughty." Mark smiles, his face brightens at the new memories. He wiggles his ass a little with new memories of how a thong feels. "Mark, remember you've been playing dress up in women's clothes up at home when no one else is around. You've been wearing pantyhose and practicing walking in heels, sitting like a proper woman in pleated skirts. You've practiced putting on lipstick and eye makeup, right?" "Yes, it makes me feel so wonderful." His voice is softer, his manners slightly feminine. "But Mark, you're 'man-splaying' right now, is that anyway for a lady to sit?" Mark looks down and realizes he's sitting with his knees apart, with surprise on his face, "Oh, my." As he closes the gap and gracefully crosses his legs at his knees, ladylike. "But Mark, I can still see your little wee-wee". As she points to his dick propped up at his stomach. "Oh, sorry, where are my manners?" As he gingerly opens his legs, tucks his cock and balls down under his groin, then re-crosses his legs. Making it look as if he was a she. "Better?" he asks. "Yes". His posture has changed, he's sitting up, his hands are clasped and resting on his lap, attempting to be a proper lady. "Mark, remember that tomorrow, you start your transition treatment? Mark, remember you and your doctor agreed upon an experimental treatment, to help you become what you've always wanted, a woman." Mark nods with a look of excitement on his face. "I'm so excited, I can't wait." His face is beaming. "Mark, you were very dominate as a man. You made women do things with you that may seem naughty, right?" Mark thinks of the many blowjobs he had his women perform on him. He nods in agreement. "Mark, remember that since a woman is the opposite of a man, it's only right that as a woman, you will assume the submissive role, to make up for those transgressions. You will be the perfect submissive. Mark, remember, since women date men, as a woman, you will do anything your man commands you to do." Mark frowns, fighting what Lauren is telling him. She clasps the rabbit's foot. "I wish that Mark accepts the role of a complete submissive with any male sexual partner with his new feminine identity." A slight "Yessss" can be heard from Mark. "One final thing, what's the name you've chosen?" With a soft feminine tone "I'm not sure, Mary is too plane Jane. I've been stuck on that." Mark says with a little frustration. "Well, I like Marci. It's a nice play on your birth name." Mark's face brightens "I like that. Marci it is." "So Marci, what do you do for a job?" "I work in a bank". "Great, tomorrow you will go to your HR department and explain that you are in transition. And every few weeks, you will dress more and more like the woman you feel like. Since you've been secretly wearing underwear, you will start slowly adding outer garments, jewelry and makeup every few weeks. Every step makes you feel better and better. You'll think they are jealous of your strength and beauty." Mark mouths back "strength and beauty" and smiles. While everyone cleans up from the previous nights events, with Mark in the bathroom, Lauren furthers Mark's transformation. "I wish that after the procedure is completed, Marci will not be pleased with the size of her breasts and that she feels they must be 2-3 cup sizes larger. I wish that Marci will have a plastic surgeon give her breast implants. I wish that Marci is very motivated to have this procedure done and the only way she can save for this operation is from getting paid for having sex with men." Standing in front of the mirror, Mark stares back at himself as he runs his hands over his flat chest. As Lauren finished her wish, Mark turned sideways, he imagines a large set of tits jutting out, and smiles. Lauren then wished that Mark's apartment morph's to accommodate Mark's/Marci's new reality. A well kept unit maintained by a meticulous woman. One of the bedroom closets has Mark's masculine, outside world, attire. But another closet is for Marci's inner sanctum, complete with blouses and skirts, frilly lingerie, high heels and a small selection of corsets to achieve that desired waist line. A feminine vanity complete with makeup, nail polish and jewelry. Subscriptions to women's magazines on health and beauty, which Mark now feels a compulsion to enthusiastically read from cover to cover as he sits in his bubble bath, reading by scented candles, sipping a glass of nice red wine. Right after that, he regularly and diligently denudes his body of all his ugly hair. Mark then caresses his skin with Rose Petal Shea Butter, head to toe, for that silky smooth finish. His TV choices seem to be focused on Lifetime, WE and Oxygen networks, he no longer is subscribed to any type of sports programming from his cable company. All of his porn and fantasy football browser bookmarks have been replaced with fashion blogs and funny cat video links, plus one Fictionamania link. Mark now has a doctor's appointment who is very successful with gender reassignment. The experimental gene therapy treatment that Mark has agreed to will be very successful and Mark's masculine body will seem to magically transform into a feminine Marci in record time. As Lauren, Stephanie and Mark/Marci are leaving the hotel, Mark has his own cab. Lauren kisses Mark on the cheeks "Good Bye, Mark", knowing that the masculine Mark no longer exists. Marci starts a new life. Later that afternoon at home, Lauren commands Stephanie to stand in the middle of the living room. "You know, I'm not happy that you suggested to Mark to fuck me up the ass while eating his cum out of your pussy. You need to learn some respect, some manors." Stephanie is silent, nervously awaiting her fate. While Lauren palms the rabbits foot "therefore, you need some schooling. I wish that your current feminine form transforms into that of a 17 year old girl in her senior year at the local high school. I wish that everyone considers me your Aunt, caring for you after your parents died." "I wish that you are 5 foot 4 inches tall with a body mass index of 18, and your measurements are 34D-22-34. I wish that you make no effort to hide your feminine beauty, you will walk tall, shoulders back and walk with a womanly sway." Stephanie's body regresses to the description that Lauren just wished. "I wish that your hair is down to your shoulder blades and is light brown with natural soft curls. Your lips are 10% fuller than they are right now, accenting the divot under her nose." The feeling of ants crawling on her scalp as her hair grows to the desired length. She can feel the pressure build in her lips as they puff out, making them oh so kissable. "Those lips should give some boys an idea or two of what you should do with them." Lauren has a sinister smile on her face. "I wish that your bedroom changes to reflect that of a 17 year old high school senior girl, and that your wardrobe adapts to your current form. I wish all of your lingerie is from Victoria's Secret, which consists of matching bra's, thongs and g-stings, no panty lines wanted. I wish that you have all of the necessary skills to expertly apply makeup, which you will wear every day. I wish that you have the compulsion to make yourself very pretty for school each day." "So, what is this suppose to teach me?" Stephanie asks as she naturally places her hand on her hip and lightly bends a knee, thrusting out her hip. "I wish you would address me as Mistress in private, and affectionately as Aunt Lauren in public. But, to answer your question, you need to experience what a young teenage girl experiences, just be happy I didn't make you pre-pubescent with acne and braces. Speaking of which, I would recommend you make an appointment with a gynecologist. I'm sure you'll enjoy spreading your legs for a man and having him probe around down there. Be sure to get a birth control prescription while you are there. You never went thru puberty learning to control your emotions. With these new hormones coursing thru your body, you might just lose control and spread your legs for some pimply faced geek." A look of shock emerges from Stephanie's face, realizing she could end up pregnant. Lauren could turn her into the school slut if she wanted to. "And to ensure no interference, I wish that you can't talk to anyone about who you really are, that you were once a man, now changed to a beautiful teenage girl. But, to correct your snippy attitude, I wish you had a compulsion to keep the home clean, to do the laundry, prepare dinner and clean the dishes like a grateful niece would do for her loving aunt. Also, I wish that anytime I say the phrase 'do as I say', you feel the uncontrollable need to fulfill my request, that's to ensure your compliance just in case I don't have the rabbit's foot handy." Stephanie lets a little snort as she shoots laser beams with her eyes at Lauren. "So, do as I say, make an appointment with a male gynecologist for a full exam. But until then, tomorrow, Steve and I are going to visit his lawyer to give me power of attorney, then we'll visit his bank and financial adviser to make me co-owner of all of his accounts. That way, I don't have to deal with any tax problems, Steve will happily keep all responsibility for that. Then, we're buying a house more fitting of my lifestyle. With my new social status, I require privacy and pool of my own, this place just doesn't cut it. There's an estate outside of town that caught my eye. With an expedited purchase, you'll be wearing a pretty little maid's outfit in a few days." A few days later, with the financials and house purchase now completed, Lauren is resting on her new couch in her new home, drinking in the moment. "Stephanie, dear, it's getting close to dinner, I think you need to get started. After you finish making dinner, go upstairs and ready my blue dress , I'm going out dancing tonight." She says with a snicker.. "Yes mistress." She snaps back as she turns to walk to the kitchen, hips swaying in her maids outfit, stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood floor . As she enters the kitchen, Lauren puts a small finishing touch on her "I wish that when Stephanie meets a cute boy in school tomorrow, her nipples become erect, she will become sexually aroused and will unconsciously try to get his attention. Any male attention will increase her sexual arousal and makes her flirt with him." As she smiles and heads to the patio to wait for dinner. "That should make things interesting for her." The next morning, Stephanie rolls out of bed at 5:30, her alarm buzzing to coax her up. Her morning is full, showering and shaving her legs and pubes. Styling her hair, makeup, nail polish and getting dressed. Running down stairs, with only time for a couple of pieces of fresh cut fruit and a glass of water, Steven has no choice, a girl needs to watch her figure. No sign of Lauren, she's still asleep. A note on the table for Stephanie, "Do not bother me for a ride to school, a brisk walk to the corner in those heels should get you to the bus in time. Mistress :)" "Damn" as she eyes the clock. Looking in the hallway mirror, she checks her hair and makeup, Steven loathing the upcoming day. Grabbing her overlarge purse/bookbag, she slings it overhead, the strap nestling in her cleavage, accenting her bosom a bit more. Out the door and down the street, Steve is on automatic pilot, Stephanie's body knows where to go. The clip-clop of her heels on the pavement as she quickly makes her way to the corner bus stop, her hips swaying, her free arm counter balancing in motion to the exaggerated jiggling of her ass and tits. As Stephanie advances with each step, Steven becomes aware of the butt floss of the thong buried in her ass as her cheeks shimmy. At the corner are the normal compliment of high school students, nothing remarkable, the normal braces, pimples and unremarkable clothing. The girls in their clicks, glancing at the new girl. The boys, stop their horsing around long enough to scan her from head to toe, with plenty of time resting on her blouse. Too self conscious to approach her, they resume their tussling as they make comments back and forth, Steven can only guess from past experience, that the topic of conversation was Stephanie. The bus ride was uneventful, sitting alone, trying to absorb the events, glances up to the others, turning around to ogle her, she tries to pass the time by ignoring them and staring out the window. At school, the head turning continues in the hallways, from girls noting the new girl in school, from the boys were longer stares, obviously sizing up the new piece of eye candy. The attention between the two is more noticeable, the clicks of girls basically hold their place and make Stephanie walk around them. The boys on the other hand, tend to part like the Red Sea, eyes locked on her tits and ass as she makes her way to the front office to retrieve her class schedule. Class after class was the same each time, she shows up just as the bell rings, mainly from her unfamiliarity with the classroom locations. Each time, she checks in with the teacher, as most of the class has already settled down, giving all a good view of her toned ass as she stands at the desk. Then the parade down the aisle to her seat, all eyes on her as if she was a model on the cat walk . With most of her school day behind her, she's opening her locker to drop off the books she accumulated, then she turns and sees him. Just a few lockers down from her is Mike Hollenford, the local quarterback star, talking to 2 cheerleaders at his locker. Lost in time, she stares at him as her vision surrounding him blurs out of focus, she's stopped in mid motion of placing a book in her locker. Un-noticed by her, her breathing deepens and her breasts start to tingle, her nipples start to ache a bit as they become stiff, her areolas puff out a bit, engorged with increased blood flow. The deeper breathing causes her breasts to rise and fall more noticeably, mainly by Mike. As he locks his gaze on her, taking in the sight of her nipples dotting her blouse, Stephanie snaps out of it as her book slips out of her hand and onto the floor. Giggling, she absentmindedly curls her hair behind her ear with her finger, squats down and picks up the book from the floor. Mike's eyes follow, taking in the sight down her cleavage. One of the cheerleaders takes notice of Mike leering at the new girl and gives him a shot in the arm. Stephanie hurriedly picks up the book, flings it into the locker, slams the door and walks away. Hips swaying from the fact she's walking one foot in front of the other, causing an exaggerated rocking motion in her hips. Did she actually giggle? A nervousness in her stomach, deeper breathing, aching nipples and now she notices a wetness in her thong and a feeling of emptiness in her pussy. This is not good. As she turns right, she glances Mike's way, their eyes lock. She quickly snaps her gaze forward, caught sneaking a last peek at him. Mike's aware of these hints, he'll have to introduce himself. She briskly walks down the corridor, confused on what just happened, not paying attention, she body slams into Tommy Farmerson. She bounces off of him and lands on her ass, he barely moved. Her notebooks strewn across the hallway. Looking down at her, he says "I'm s s s sorry. Here, l l let m m m me help you." As he bends over and stretches out his hand to help her up. She grasps it but his paws are so large, they engulf her delicate hand. With ease, he lifts her off the floor. Unprepared, she stumbles into him, she leans into his chest, noting his hard pecks. She steps back to straighten her hair and clothes. Looking up, half smiling, with the shy schoolgirl look on her face, she flashes her eyelashes a few times. The crowd around them erupts in laughter. Someone shouts out "Ca Ca Ca careful, the oaf m m m may f f f fall on y y y you!" as they mock Tommy. He just ignores them. As she straightens herself and regains her composure, Tommy picks up the wayward notebooks and hands them to her, "Here." She smiles back at him as she takes them. Tommy can't say much else, he's also noticed her eraser nippled tits, and from his height advantage, looking down her cleavage makes an awkward situation for him. He can't help but stare for a few undulations of her cleavage, he then quickly says "I gotta go" and quickly shuffles off to his next class. Stephanie can just stand and watch as he passes by her, as he walks away, she turns to watch his tight ass and broad shoulders turn the corner, perpetuating the already hard nipples and tumbling butterflies in her stomach, she catches herself biting her lower lip. Steven noting that girls are as turned on by a hard body just like a guy. Unfortunately for Steve, he is locked in the body of a very hot, and now horny, teenage girl. Last class of the day, almost home free. After getting chills from the leering from the teacher, she turns to take a seat, out of the corner of her eye to her left is Mike, from the recent locker incident. Refusing to turn her head to acknowledge him, she continues forward, only to see Tommy in the right rear of the room, his head face gazing down, trying to be invisible, just like any other day. The only open desk puts her in the middle of the room, far enough away from each where she doesn't have to converse with them, but smack in the middle of them. With the last class over, Stephanie's introduction to school behind her, she finally is home, her refuge from the outside world, even though it was under Lauren's control. Once inside, Lauren's instructions subtly kick in. Stephanie starts to notice the place needs to be cleaned and starts picking up Lauren's mess. The car is in the garage but she's nowhere to be found. It's now after 10pm, the house is cleaned, a place is still set at the dinner table for Lauren, but the food and kitchen are cleaned up, Lauren walks in. "Well, my niece has been busy." Looking around the house "this will do". Stephanie walks out of the kitchen "Mistress, where were you? I had dinner all ready for you and I had no word from you." Lauren smiles noting that she had to address her as 'Mistress'. "Well, I decided to go out to dinner with some old friends, I owe you no explanations or require your permission." With her eyes lowered and attitude adjusted "Well, I was worried, and I worked so hard at dinner." With a bit of smugness "So, you looked to please someone and you were let down? Get used to it." "So, tell me about your first day at school. Anything to note about today?" Stephanie meekly states "no.. Just a normal high school day I guess." "Did you meet any cute boys? Tell me the truth." knowing her wish on Stephanie's reaction. "Yes..." she cautiously answers. "Tell me all about it" as Lauren smiles and sits on the couch. Stephanie proceeds to tell her on the meeting of Mike and Tommy. Including the reaction of her body. Lauren can see that her body is slightly reacting to her telling the story, "Strip, but remain standing there, do as I say" Lauren wants to see the reaction. As she complies, she neatly folds her clothes and places them on the chair, then returns to her position. "As you describe these interactions in detail, I wish that you body reacts now just as it did when you met these boys." As Stephanie recites in detail the meetings, her body recreates it actions. Now standing there naked in the living room, her tits riding up and down from her heavy breathing, areolas puffed out, nipples hard and prominent, and her pussy lips swelled and glistening, not contained by any clothing. Absentmindedly, she reaches up with her hand and starts to massage a tit as she closes her eyes in lust. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Lauren asks. She swallows then gives a soft and elongated "yesssss." as an answer. Lauren lets her fondle her own tit for a moment, Stephanie then lightly bites her lower lip and moves her free hand to her pussy. As she touches it, she gasps softly. Lauren doesn't want her to have release. "stop right there, hands at your sides." With pouty lips, she complies. "That's as far as you get tonight, go upstairs, take a cold shower and go to bed. Do as I say" "Yes Mistress." Stephanie hurriedly gathers her clothes and trots upstairs. A few moments later, a sharp yelp can be heard thru the house as the cold water washes over Stephanie's hot tits. The weeks pass as Stephanie falls into her teenage routine. Making a few friends in school, but since she's not a cheerleader, she's not in the cool clicks. In fact, she's the target of some scorn from the 'beautiful' crowd because she is a threat to them. At home, she's made a routine for keeping the house clean, targeting one set of rooms each day, so that she can have weekends to relax. Since Lauren has taken on the party life, more often than not she's not home at night, making Stephanie's chores easier. On the nights she does come home, it's usually with a man or another woman. Stephanie thinks it's part of Lauren's punishment, allowing her to hear the cries of passion from the couple and then to have to clean up after them the next day. In school, one friend she did make was Tommy. She took a bit of pity on him with all of the harassment the other students give him about his stuttering. As it turns out, he's doing very well in science, which Stephanie seems to struggle in, and she's good at English, which is his kryptonite. In the lunch room, as she's looking around for a table to sit, she spies Tommy sitting alone at the end of a table. She walks up tot eh seat across from him and asks "Is anyone sitting here?" She knows the answer but wants to be courteous to him. Only half looking up, he says "No" and shakes his head. Not even looking at who it was, he continues eating while she sits. As she takes her seat, with his head tiled down, he moves his eyes up to see who's stupid enough to sit next to him. He's greeted with the sight of Stephanie's cleavage straining in the scoop neck t-shirt she's wearing. He realizes they look familiar, and he lifts his head to look at her in the eyes, he pauses. Stephanie smiles back at him, fluttering her eyes a bit, as she nonchalantly starts to eat her salad, he nervously resumes his lunch. "Tommy, do you know when we first met?" He nervously shakes his head in agreement, not knowing where this is going, wondering what mean joke someone may be playing on him. "that was my first day at this school, I'm sorry I ran into you, I was a bit distracted and I wasn't watching where I was going." "Th-Th-That's ok, y-you looked l-l-like you were w-w-worst off th-th-than m-m-me." He stammers out. "I've been laying low for the first few weeks, I wanted to get a feel for the school. I know how they taunt you, and it's not right. As for me, I'm not part of any of their clicks, I don't play along, so I'm also on the outs with them, so we're kind of kindred spirits." Tommy stops for a moment and slightly smiles with a nod, someone who understands him. "Tommy, I am here for a selfish reason, but I hope I can help you too, is that OK?" He shrugs his shoulders, he has some apprehension on the situation. "We're both in science class together, that's my worst subject, I'm borderline failing. I see you're quiz and test scores and you're great at science." Tommy shrugs his shoulders "It's not that hard". Referring to his grades in science, but the hard-on he's sporting now is another thing. "I also hear you are struggling in English class, I do pretty good there." As she pauses, looking at Tommy. "Could... Could we possibly tutor each other? I can help you in English, and could you help me in science? My Aunt will kill me if I fail." "Your Aunt?" he quips back. "Yes, I live with my aunt, I lost my parents , and she can have a mean streak." Not wanting to upset her with any questions on her parents he reluctantly agrees "O-okay, but when a-a-and w-where?" "We both have 4th period study hall, but we're in different classrooms, could we meet in the library? The teachers seem to have no problem with letting seniors out of a study hall to go to the library. It's a nice and quiet place, if you don't mind being seen with me." She knows what she's doing, Tommy does too. She's showing she can relate to him. He may stutter, but he's not a fool, he's just very self-conscious of it. He smiles and looks at her in the eyes "Thank you". Stephanie looks back at him and knows, he really means it. She pauses, knowing she just made a connection. That night, Lauren kicks it up a notch and wants Stephanie to have a high school fantasy. Knowing the reaction Stephanie had to Mike, she makes him the target of Stephanie's new desires. Lauren summons her, with her chores completed, "ready yourself for bed. Put on that baby-doll teddy, you should get a feel for all aspects of women's clothing. Make sure you check yourself out in the full length mirror for a few minutes, practice a few sexy, seductive poses, then straight to bed. Do as I say". "Yes Mistress" as she spins around she to fulfill her orders. Later, Lauren opens Stephanie's bedroom door and spies her asleep in bed. With rabbit's foot in hand; "I wish that Stephanie has a deep sleep tonight." That should keep her asleep as she walks into the room to and sits on the bedside. "I wish that all of Stephanie's dreams this week are of her and Mike engaged in passionate, sweaty, dirty sex." Lauren smiles as she sees her eyes start to dart back and forth and her breathing becomes a bit labored. "I wish that Stephanie unknowingly sluts it up this week to try and win over Mike. She is to dress provocatively, do her hair and makeup to get Mike's attention. I wish that her breasts increase to DD and her wardrobe adjusts to her new measurements." "I wish that Mike's parents go out of town for a romantic weekend. I wish that Mike throws a party on Friday night. I wish that at the party, Stephanie will eagerly do anything sexual that Mike asks of her and that Mike realizes this half way thru the party." She thinks to herself that this should be interesting. Morning sun peaks thru Stephanie's window as she wakes. She realizes that her left hand is at her pussy with her middle and ring finger buried in her wet slit, her sheets are lightly damp from her sweat. She sits up and notices her nipples poking thru the fabric of her teddy. Reflecting, she becomes conscious of the dreams she had last night, she takes a deep breath and exits her bed. Showered and refreshed, she dries her hair, usually she leaves it mostly straight with some soft curls, today she dries it upside down and gives it extra body. At her vanity, she starts to layer on the makeup. Base, blush, Steve internally is questioning this path. Hot pink eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara complete her eyes. Taking her fire red lipstick, she makes an X in the middle of her lips, under her nose, then applies to the rest of her lips, this accentuates the divot over her lips. Finishing with penciling the edge around her lips. Looking back herself in the mirror, she smiles. Steve can't figure why she is going for the sexy look for school. Putting on a sheer thong with the straps just wrapping around the top of her hips, she then slides a skin tight pair of capris over her legs. She then lowers the zippers on the back of each shin, compressing the fabric around her leg. Zipping up her fly, she has to suck in her stomach and snaps them closed, just as they meet her hips. She turns sideways in the mirror, noting how the capris cradle and cup her ass cheeks. A square neck white form fitting t- shirt, with a keyhole opening in the middle shows off her tits, topped off with a dangling necklace nestled in her cleavage. A three inch set of heels pops her ass out, accentuating her globes even more, this completes her clothing. With time to spare, she finishes with nail polish that matches her ruby red lips. She grabs a spray bottle of her perfume, sprays several squirts into the air and walks thru the mist, allowing its essence to waft around her. At school, as she struts up to her locker, she catches the sight of Mike out of the corner of her eye, but she avoids looking at him. Instead, she turns to face her locker to get her books, the stance gives Mike full view of her profile. Talking her time, she allows him to drink in her sight. Without acknowledging him, she closes her locker, turns and walks away, ensuring the sway in her hips does the talking. She's able to avoid talking to Mike throughout the day, but she ensures she meets Tommy for their daily library sessions. She sits in the chair across from him, Tommy looks up from his book to get an eyeful of Stephanie. "S-S-Stepahine?" She gets a sexy smile on her face "You Like?" as she slowly rolls her shoulders back, accenting her breasts. "Yeah, i-i-it's different, n-new" as he gazes his eyes down to his book. "Oh, what am I doing, we can't study across from each other." As she rises up, walks around the table and twists her tits and ass as her heels click on the floor. She sits next to Tommy, leans over and rubs her should up against his. Tommy glances down the top of her tits, as any red blooded boy would . Stephanie spies his stare, and ensures to take in a deep breath as she opens her book. "So, where were we?" as she tries to continue with their studies, but this attention is firming her nipples, much to her , and Tommy's, liking. Tuesday is much the same as the previous day, hotting up her appearance to get Mike's attention, but avoiding any conversation with him. Wednesday starts just the same, another makeup session at her vanity, another figure flattering outfit. This time, Mike was able to pin her down at her locker. "I really like the new you, you have the cheer squad jealous, and that's not easy to do." He says with a smile, taking in the eye candy in front of him. "A girl has the right to change things up a bit." She says while still looking into her locker, rummaging thru her books. She turns to look at Mike "I felt I deserved a change." "Well, my parents are going out of town for the weekend, something about getting back in touch with each other. I'm having a party on Friday night, wanna come?" Keeping her poker face, she didn't want him to know that she was thrilled, she shrugs her shoulders "I'll think about it, I might need to wash my hair that night." Attempting to show she's not that interested. "Well, I hope to see you there." As she closes her locker, he walks off to class. Later with Tommy, studying in the library, Stephanie asks "Tom, I heard that Mike is having a party on Friday night, I was invited to attend, would you come with me? I know that people pick on you, but maybe if they see you outside of school, some may see the Tom I see, I figure if you're with me, that could be somewhat of a cushion with the other students." Tommy, looking down at the desk is hesitant. "Plus you can be my cushion with some of the other kids too." As she places her hand over Tommy's on the table, Tommy slightly closes his hand over hers. "I g-g-guess so." He reluctantly agrees. Her eyes light up, "Oh Thanks..." and leans in and kisses his cheek. He lightly smiles as she stands up to leave for class, "we'll talk more tomorrow" as she turns to leave, Tommy places his hand on his cheek. Friday night arrives, as Tommy drives Stephanie to Mike's house, a line of parked cars already stretches from the house. The sounds of heavy bass music and voices emanate from the house as the pair walk up to the house. As the odd couple meander thru the crowd inside, the others glance, raising a few eyebrows accompanied by a few silent snickers. Stephanie gets a pair of beers for them, hoping it cuts the edge for both of them. Initially the pair stay together, scanning the crowd. Stephanie intermittently leaves Tommy to greet some friends, but she would initially come back to Tommy. But with each cycle, Tommy's alone time became longer and longer. There are enough of the 'not in' crowd that Tommy knows, that allow him some intermittent conversation, but for the most part he keeps to himself, slowly meandering around the house. An hour into the night, Stephanie spy's Mike in another room, but he's occupied talking with his 'bros'. She notes his location, turns and walks away. Mike's friends inform him that Stephanie and Tommy were at the party, Mike raises an eyebrow and gets a smirky smile on his face. As Mike wanders thru the crowd, he catches glimpses of Stephanie, as she catches glimpses of Mike, a little cat and mouse game. At the keg, Stephanie refills her cup as Mike walks up behind her. The high heels she's wearing makes her ass pop in the skin tight jeans, as he stands behind her he cups her ass. She pauses the pour and straightens up, causing her tits to be more prominent. She turns to see that it's Mike, with a small smile on his face. " 'scuse me" as she turns to pull her ass cheek out of his hand. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I startle you?" he fakely innocently asks as he takes a sip. She calmly responds "Well, you can keep your fucking grubby little meat hooks off my ass." "Oooo, what a dirty mouth from such a beautiful girl." "Maybe you don't know me that well." As she smirks and walks past Mike. Stephanie locates Tommy and moves towards him for a little refuge. She secretly wants Mike's attention, but she has to play the game. Plus it's been a while since she checked in on Tommy, she doesn't want to abandon him. A bit later, Mike makes his way back to Stephanie as she standing alone, walking up behind her, he places his hand on her shoulder and whispers "I'd like to talk with you but it's a bit loud here, meet me upstairs in 5 minutes, second room on the right." As he walks away, unseen by him, she has a small smile on her face. As she enters the room, Mike is standing with his back to the door as he watches his party revelers out in the backyard, she closes the door and the sounds of the party settle down to a low muffle. Mike turns to her, "so what's up? Why are you avoiding me?" "It's not that I'm avoiding you, I just don't understand why you would be interested in someone like me. You always seem to be surrounded by the cheerleading squad, the beautiful crowd. And last week I saw you kissing Becky Harris near your locker. So I just figured that you're loyal to that click." Thinking quickly "Well, being the quarterback, I feel there are some responsibilities to the team, and the cheerleading squad is part of the team. So I have to keep good relations, But Stephanie, if you remember, Becky leaned in and kissed me, we casually went out for a little while and she was trying to win me back." Mike was betting on a fuzzy memory and the effects of the beer at the party. "Hey, I'm a guy, a pretty girl leans in and kisses me, I'm not objecting" as he slowly walks to her. Stephanie's attitude softens in her confusion, "But the kiss meant nothing" as he is standing face to face with her. "Not like this" as he slowly leans in, pauses momentarily, then leans in more and lightly kisses her. Butterflies are working overtime in her stomach. She purses her lips in reaction to it all, breathing in and out deeply thru her nose. Mike leans in again for the kill as he plants a full kiss and pauses. Her defenses down, she reciprocates as she parts her lips and slowly French kisses back while she wraps her arms around his neck. Mike brings his hands around her back, pulling her body in closer to his, pressing her tits against his chest. He then lowers his hands and cups each orb of her ass, and gives her a firm squeeze. Internally, Steve is trying his best to let her know his story is bullshit, but he's a slave to Stephanie's hormones. Their lips part, Mike comments "That's my girl." As she melts a bit more in his arms. "But I think I deserve an apology for your attitude." She pouts a bit and flutters her eyes. "And since you showed you can have a dirty mouth." He reaches up and grasps her arms and brings her hands down his chest, stopping at his crotch, with her hand on his firm member. Leaving her hand there, he brings his hands back up and places them on her shoulders, applying light pressure, her knees start to buckle. "I think you could use that dirty mouth to issue that apology." She is now on her knees, facing the bulge in his jeans. The butterflies that were in her stomach have now lowered to her crotch, making her panties warm and moist. She unconsciously licks her lips as she unzips his jeans. He has her pause, he walks backwards to a chair and sits. Stephanie is left kneeling in the middle of the room. He beckons her with his finger making her crawl to him. Obeying his command, she sways her ass as she unknowingly, eagerly, participates in her own humiliation. She pulls his cock out of his pants to finish the reveal, she holds it up with her hand. Steve is screaming inside, but Stephanie can't hear, all she hears is 'YES' as she looks up to Mike with a grin on her face. Her lips lightly part as she leans in to the tip. 'NO.No.No.No.No' Steve keeps repeating, but he has nothing to say in this matter. She places her lips around the tip and slowly leans down and slides his cock past her lips. Because of Lauren's wish, she'll happily do anything Mike wants. As she starts to bob up and down on his cock, Mike makes a motion over her shoulders to the louvered closet doors behind Stephanie. With that, the door opens and 2 of Mike's friends slowly walk out. Stephanie pauses and turns to see Rob and Gary, Mike's cock still entrenched in her mouth, he lightly grabs her head and turns it back to him, "Ignore them, get back to your apology." She smiles and resumes her apology. Steve knows what's happening, Mike's humiliating her in front of his friends, and she'll give each of them a blowjob as part of her apology. "Stephanie, no hands. You don't want to use your hands." Mike commands her. In Stephanie's mind, Steve can hear her repeating "No hands, I don't use my hands" as Stephanie releases her grip from the base of his shaft, she rests her hands on the chair, but she continues to concentrate her bobbing at his tip. "Stephanie, sweetheart, you've got to go down all of the way." "Awww, he called me sweetheart" Steve hears her giggle a bit... "Must go down, all of the way" Steve hears her conviction. With each cycle, she gets a bit further down his cock. As his tip approaches the back of her throat, she starts to gag a bit, Mike hears this as she pauses momentarily. Wrapping his palms around the back of her head, he says "no gagging, you mustn't gag. Loosen you throat muscles. Breath thru your nose." "No gagging, I can't gag." She repeats in her head, much to Steve's frustration. As she follows his instructions, the sensation subsides and she continues on, full strokes from his tip to his base, his pubic hair tickles her nose as she bottoms out, over and over. Mike smiles.. "That's my girl." Mike compliments her. "Aw.. I'm HIS girl." she thinks, as more giggles can be heard by Steve as she picks up the pace. Steve hears her think "I want to be his GOOD girl" as she sucks harder, causing her cheeks to pull in and her lips curl around his cock. "Good girl" keeps echoing in her head each time her lips slide down his cock. The rage Steve feels can't override Stephanie's blind obedience to Mike as Laurens wish is fulfilled. As the trio of boys enjoy the situation, the door suddenly opens and Tommy walks into the middle of Stephanie's humiliation. "Whoa bros, you were suppose to lock the door" Mike chides the pair. With the music filling the room and Mike's attention away from his blowjob, Stephanie momentarily stops, sits up and turns to Tommy, catching Mike's free cock in her hand. In Stephanie's confusion, Steve is able to put the look of fear on her face and silently mouth 'help me' to Tommy. "Back to work" Mike orders Stephanie. Hearing Mike's words, Stephanie blinks and returns in charge, turning back to face Mike, her hand still wrapped around the base of his cock making it tower in front of her face. A naughty smile on her lips, she returns her attention to his cock, still glistening with her spit. "Good girl" Mike says as she effortlessly engulfs his cock and enthusiastically returns to her blind obedience to him. Stephanie tries to smile, even with his cock in her mouth. "GOOD girl" Steve hears echoing with each bob. "Get outta here, b-b-boy.. N-n-n-nothing to s-s-see here." Mike mocks Tommy, as Mike's friends stand and chuckle. Taking a deep breath, Tommy turns towards the door, pauses, then closes and locks it. Even with the background music, you could have heard a pin drop in that room. Stephanie stops her head job just in time to get out of the way. 12 years of crawling was bottled up inside of Tommy, and he let it all out. Minutes later, Tommy is walking out the door leading a grateful Stephanie by her hand. Tommy makes a bee line to the door with Stephanie in tow. The sea of party goes parts, making a path for the duo. Walking up to the car, Stephanie stops Tommy "Tom, thank you for all you did, you didn't have to risk yourself." Tommy turns towards Stephanie. She leans into his chest and bear hugs him. "I don't know why I seem to hook up with the wrong guy when the right one is standing right here." Her eyes pop wide open at what she just said. It just came out, from her heart. She looks up at Tommy's face, unsure of how he'll react to what she uttered, he leans down and they kiss. Her hands pull back from around his back, slide up his chest then around the back of hi