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Punishment 4 - by Debbie Johnson Chapter 1 - Decision A few moments passed, as Jim, Maria and Karen, all for their own reasons, sat silently on the sofa and collected their thoughts. As Jim sat, squeezed in between the two girls, his mind ever awhirl, he desperately tried to think of some way out of the surreal mess he now found himself firmly entrenched within. His gaze shifted downwards towards his legs. Legs which were sheathed in dark, sheer tights. Girls legs for sure! His gaze then, almost languidly, drifted upwards to the smooth crotch of his pink hot pants, which were so impossibly tight that they looked as if they had been spray-painted on. A girls crotch for sure! His eyes then drifted downwards past his pretty, feminine thighs, continuing on their, almost magnetic, path. Down past his smooth ,rounded knees, onwards to his slim, shapely ankles, before settling on his feet. Feet which definitely looked far too dainty to belong to a man. Feet, clad in tight, slippery nylon, gripped within glossy, black, court shoes. Shoes with five-inch, stiletto heels which arched Jim's soles at an impracticle and almost fetish-like angle. Girls feet for sure! As Jim's eyes settled on his high heels, he let out a soft sigh, almost as if in resignation. Resignation, because despite the craziness of the situation he now found himself in, he acknowledged, to himself at least, that the only way he could safely navigate the next few days without some form of public humiliation, would be to follow Karen's lead. As ridiculous as that lead sounded. Jim slowly dragged his eyes from his sexy shoes and, looking up at Karen asked, "Can you really make me look more like a girl Karen?" Maria's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she heard Jim's question. Moments earlier, she herself had sat quietly, collecting her own thoughts, which included managing to successfully stifle her inflamed sexual arousal. But on hearing Jim's question, it was almost if someone had taken a blowtorch to her loins, such was the immediate re-ignition of that arousal. Maria shifted uncomfortably in her seat, uncrossing and re- crossing her own shapely legs, as she felt an overwhelming heat flush through her entire body. As Jim had asked his question, Karen had looked back at him with an impassioned and calculated stare. Inwardly however, she was delighted. The reason for her delight being that this young man, a young man with the prettiest legs she had ever seen, had just given her the green light for her to feminise him even more. Despite being outwardly calm, she took a few moments to compose herself, lest her voice betray her inner excitement, before replying, "Why of course I can princess. I can provide you with as much help as you need, to make sure you look more like a girl,... if that's what you really want." Not for the first time that day, Jim inwardly winced at Karen's words. Once again Jim cast his eyes downwards towards his sexy, nylon-clad thighs before softly replying "No Karen. You've got it all wrong. It's...it's not that I want to look more like a girl...obviously. It's just...more that I...that I...need to look more like a girl, so that the delivery men don't suspect that I'm a man." As Jim sat quietly looking down at his legs, a small sneer flitted across Maria's face, mirrored almost instantly on Karen's face, as both women took in the absurdity of someone in Jim's position even daring to refer himself as a man. Karen took Jim's chin firmly in her hand and, as she leaned in towards him, turned his head so that their noses were almost touching. As she did so, Maria held her breath wondering what may happen next. Karen held Jim's chin firmly as she gazed into his eyes. Jim couldn't bring himself to return Karen's gaze and again cast his eyes downwards. "Look at me Princess. Look at me!" Karen commanded. Jim meekly complied and looking up, directly into Karen's eyes, he could feel his whole body trembling in what?...trepidation?...fear?...surely not excitement?...he couldn't tell. "'Need'...'Want,'" continued Karen, "...there's no real difference when it all comes down to it. However, I want you, right this minute, to tell me that you want to look more like a girl. I want you to tell me that you want me to trim your hair to a more feminine style. I want you to tell me that you want me to teach you how to apply make-up. And I want you to tell me that you want me to coach you how to move, sit, talk and gesture like a girl. If you do all that right now Princess, then I'll help you achieve what you so......desire." With that last word, Karen let go of Jim's chin and settled back into the sofa. As she did so, Jim sat almost statue-like as Karen's words registered within his confused mind. He thought to himself that Karen couldn't possible be serious...could she? He couldn't say all that in front of Maria...could he?. He would never live it down. He was already embarrassed beyond belief because most of his body was encased in tight feminine finery. But he couldn't compound that by saying out loud that he wanted to be more like a girl. Could he? "Well...I'm waiting Princess...what's it to be?" said Karen softly. "Okay! Okay then!" said Jim in an obviously resigned tone. "Okay I'll do it. Here goes nothing. I...I want to...look...more like a girl. I want ...to have a girl's hairstyle. And I want to...learn how to wear make-up. And... I want you to teach me how to move and talk like a girl. There!...are you happy now?" he said as he looked up dejectedly at Karen. He had hoped that his humiliating monologue would have pleased Karen. But as he looked into her face, he could only see a scowl being reflected back at him. He was puzzled. What was wrong? Karen sat quietly for a few moments, before replying. "No Princess. No I'm not happy. That feeble effort will never do. I just don't believe you. I don't believe what your asking me. It's as if you are just going through the motions and not putting any feeling into what you are saying. You are not making me believe that you really want to look more like a girl. And if I don't believe that looking more like a girl is what you want...what you really want... then well I just don't think I can bring myself to help you and Maria." Jim was dumbfounded and, again, more than a little confused by this women. Was she mad? He wanted to scream at the top of his voice and tell her that of course he didn't want to look or act more like a girl. At least not more than he currently does! Intead, as his delicate shoulders slumped even more, he could only whimper in reply, "Okay, what do you want me to do then Karen?" "I'll tell you what," replied Karen, as she stretched over to retrieve a notepad and pen which were lying on the table adjacent to the sofa. "I'll make it real simple, so that even an obviously bimbo-brained Princess like you can understand. I will write down what you must say on this notepad. You will then practise saying what is written on it for...let's see...30 minutes. Then you will return here and, in front of me and Maria, say what you have memorised...with conviction!...and if you make me believe that you really...really...want to look and act more like a girl, then I will do all I can to help you. So...how does that sound?" Jim had no more fight left in him, if he even had any in him to begin with at all that is. He was trapped and he knew it. He found himself in the ridiculous position of sitting in his own living room wearing hotpants, hose and heels (not forgetting a panty girdle and waist cincher). And the only way forward was to humiliate himself ever further. Dejectedly he replied, "Okay Karen. Please write down what I have to say." However, even as he said the words, he looked up to see Karen already busily scribbling away on the notepad. He sat quietly for the few minutes it took Karen to complete her task, not once daring to look his girlfriend in the eyes. All too quickly, Karen had finished her scribblings and, as she handed the notepad to Jim, she did so with the instruction that he should go stand in the far corner of the living-room, facing the wall, to practice his pleas. Jim took the notepad and, uncrossing his shapely legs, he gracefully rose from the sofa and glided skilfully in his 5-inch stilettos, over to the intended corner as commanded. On arriving there he sighed as Karen told him she would be timing his 30 minutes and that he should start immediately. As she did so, she told Jim that that things would go better for him if he could try and make his voice sound more feminine during the 30 minutes. As Jim stood in the corner, waiting to start, both Maria and Karen marvelled at just how effortlessly the feminised boy was able to keep his balance in his skyscraper heels, standing there with his feet close together. A very feminine pose indeed. Jim looked down at the paper and began to read out loud. As he did so, he inwardly groaned as he realised that the words did not match exactly those that he had used only a few minutes earlier. Indeed, the more he began to read, the more he realised that Karen had embellished her demands greatly. Jim began to read quietly out loud... "My name is Princess. But I hate that name. I wish I had a real girl's name. A pretty name. And I sooo badly want to look more like a real girl. And I want a much, much more feminine hair-style. And I want to learn how to wear make-up and nail-polish, so that I always look my prettiest. And I want to be able to effortlessly move like a girl And I want so much to be able to talk and gesture like a girl, so that nobody could ever possibly mistake me for a smelly boy. I want all of these things sooo badly. Please Karen, can you make all these things come true for me. Pleeease." The more Jim repeated the words, the more he tried to put conviction into them. At the same time he tried to make his voice sound more like a girls, by trying to almost whisper them, in a soft breathy way. Over and over he repeated the words. Over and over. And each time he did so, the less ridiculous they sounded in his own mind. In his mind he was thinking ahead to when he would have to answer the door to his flat and take delivery of his new feminine footwear from the delivery men. He knew that he had to, simply had to, get Karen on his side so that she could make him into a convincing girl. Over and over he repeated the words. As Maria and Karen heard Jim begin to read out loud, Maria said quietly, almost absent-mindedly, "I can't believe just how much this is all turning me on," before shooting Karen a sideways, smiling glance and felt her cheeks redden slightly. Karen, smiling back, placed a hand on Maria's pretty thigh and, giving it a playful squeeze replied, "Really?...you little minx. Well...we could... you know?..for old time's sake if you wish," as she winked at her best friend. "Who is the minx now Karen," replied Maria bashfully as she rested her own hand softly on Karen's. "I appreciate the offer...really...but we are different people from those silly schoolgirls from all those years ago. There's been a lot of water under the bridge since then." Karen gazed back at her best friend who sat smiling back at her. "Do you think so?" said Karen. "We may not be all that different than you think..." as she let her voice trail off. Maria, somewhat mischeviously, kept her gaze on Karen for a few moments before, smiling enigmatically, turning her attention back to her boyfriend. Who was repeating his new mantra. Over and over. Chapter 2 - The next morning Jim stood in the hallway of his flat and watched Maria and Karen head off to work, leaving him alone. After the door closed, Jim stood rooted to the spot for a few minutes, before tottering off in the direction of the bathroom. The bathroom was a long narrow design, with the sink and mirror at the far end. As Jim minced to the mirror, he did so effortlessly in his high heels, not even realising that walking in 5-inch stilettos had by now become almost second nature to him and, while not realising it, he was being almost strangely comforted by the clickity-click of the his narrow heels as they met the cold, tiled floor. As Jim neared the mirror, he squeezed his eyes closed and took a grip of the bathroom sink to steady himself. After a few seconds he slowly opened his eyes and stared into the mirror. To say that the hosed and girdled young man was shocked at his reflection was an understatement. Although it had only been a relatively short time since his 'punishment' had begun, he was now so accustomed to seing his body (from the waist down at least) being confined within feminine clothing, that he almost didn't give it a second thought that his red hotpants looked almost sprayed-on and that his pretty legs tapered endlessly down to his sexy shoes. As Jim dwelled on theses thoughts, he could no longer deny that from the waist down, he did look sexy, as the early morning sunlight streamed into the bathroom, it caused his dark, honey-coloured, 12 -denier tights to glow radiantly. In pleasing (pleasing?!) contrast, were Jim's red-hotpants with the impossibly flat crotch (for a boy anyway) which covered Jim's white satin panty-girdled crotch. And there it was again...that twitch as Jim's tiny penis reacted to the sexy feminine image that his own body was betraying him with. Again Jim thought to himself that it was only a natural reaction from a 19-year old male that had not had any sexual relief for what was now a few days. Especially how nice his pretty legs looked in his sheer tights. That was all. Nothing for him to be concerned about. Slowly, Jim dragged his gaze from his legs and started to look up at the rest of his body. He was wearing one of Maria's tightly fitted, cap- sleeved t-shirts, black, and with a design of little red flowers spread evenly over it. The t-shirt was molded to his body, so much so, that he was able to see the excellent (excellent?!) work that his white satin waist cincher was doing in constricting his midriff down to such female proportions. The tightness of the t-shirt also made it evident that Jim was wearing one of Maria's bras. This was again in white satin, as Karen said it would match his panty girdle and waist cincher. Despite wearing a bra, there was no padding in it and, despite Jim having pleaded with Karen to fill it out with socks or something, his pleas were dismissed. Maria had delighted in hearing Jim ask Karen to give him a bigger bust and even more so, when she heard her reply that these things can't be rushed and that she would see to it that his bras would have ample filling eventually and, anyway, that having a badly padded bra would be a dead giveaway that Jim wasn't a real girl. The irony and even the implied threat by Karen were lost on Jim was such his continual state of confusion, but Maria's thoughts drifted to the many possibilities that could make Jim's 'dreams' of having a bigger bust come true. But it was from the neck up that Jim's appearance caused him the most distress and even more confusion. True to her word, Karen had spent an hour or so working on Jim's hair and make-up. As she did so, she made him continually recite the mantra that she had made him say several times over the previous evening. As Jim had recited his mantra the previous evening, Karen had made it clear to Jim that he wasn't convincing her that he wanted to look like a real girl and urged him on to say it more and more in an increased feminine manner. After he had been saying over an over again for over 30 minutes, added to his initial 30 minutes in the corner memorising it, he had trouble keeping the mantra from popping involuntarily into his thoughts. Indeed, when he went to sleep last night, his subconscious worked the mantra over and over again, without him even realising it. So it was earlier that morning , that as Jim sat with Karen as she performed her magic on his hair and make-up, that he again recited the mantra over and over, only having to temporarily stop when Karen was working on, or near, his mouth. When she had completed Jim's feminine make over, she pulled the towel that she had used as a makeshift cape from his slender shoulders and stepped back to admire her work. All the time Karen was working on Jim, Maria sat watching, increasinly transfixed as Jim disappeared and was slowly replaced by a pretty young girl. The make-up Karen had used on Jim was full yet subtle, except around his eyes, which she had done in a seductively smokey manner. Maria knew that the look was a bit heavy for this time in the morning, but also that Jim's confusion would go into overdrive when he saw himself. The lipstick Jim was wearing was a deep pink and made his already full lips seem even plumper. Karen knew that Jim's confusion would be even greater when he got to see what Karen had done with his hair, which was now in a lovely poker-straight, shoulder-length bob, with the cutest of fringes that covered Jim's eyebrows, which was necessary as Karen didn't have time to thin them out that morning, not that they needed much thinning to start with. When Karen had stood staring at Jim for a moment or two, he asked if he could look at the results. Karen replied no, that he could look when she and Maria had left the flat that morning and that, anyway, before he could gaze at the pretty girl he had become, his mantra needed improving and she handed him a new piece of paper. When Jim saw the wording, he knew that he should at least attempt to put up some resistance, but by now he realised that both girls had him exactly where they wanted him. So he reluctantly started to read out his new mantra.... "My name is Debbie. I love my name because it is a really pretty name. And I sooo love being a girl! I love wearing sheer hosiery. I love wearing tight foundation underwear, the tighter, smoother and silkier the better. I love wearing hot pants, but I also want to wear the shortest of mini- skirts and tightest of dresses. I never want to be without a full face of make-up. I never want to be without a spray of pretty perfume. I'm a real girly-girl and the thing I love most about being a girly-girl is getting to wear sexy, skyscraper heels. I wish I could wear high-heels to bed. I sooo love having the two best friends that can make my deepest feminine desires come true. Thank you Karen. Thank you Maria" As Jim recited his new (and 'improved') mantra earlier that morning, it was not lost on him that it referred to him wearing skirts and dresses and that it also referred to Maria not as being his girlfriend, but merely his friend. Jim's head was swimming and when he tried to ask questions, Karen cut him off in mid-sentence and said that there would be plently of time for questions and answers later that evening. Karen also emphasised her instruction that he was not to look at his reflection until she and Maria had left for work and that every 15 minutes that day, he was to recite his mantra for 5 minutes, in the best feminine voice he could muster and, when doing so, he was to to stand in the same corner of the living room that he stood in last night, when he first started reciting his mantra. It was to that end that Jim ("or was he Debbie now?" he thought to himself) looked at the person in the mirror, or more accurately, the girl in the mirror. The person looking back at him could certainly never have a name like Jim, so it made sense in a strange way, that Karen had given him a girls name (a pretty name...). He was Debbie now, at least until his new high-heeled shoes and boots were eventually delivered, after which he was determined that he would get a haircut and wipe every trace of make-up from his, now decidedly, girlish face. Time on that first day alone in the flat seemed to drag in for Jim. He had initially decided that as Maria and Karen were at work, they would have no idea whether he was obeying Karen's instructions to recite his mantra every 15 minutes. However, as the the deadline for him to do so, as the end of the first 15 minutes neared, his 'brave' resolve disappeared with a whimper and he found himself standing exactly where Karen had instructed, legs together, perched on his high heels, reading his new mantra in the most feminine voice he could manage. For the rest of that day, Jim alternately found himself standing in the living room corner, or sitting on the sofa. It was totally lost on Jim that each time he rose from, or settled onto, the sofa, he did so with a seemingly practised and natural feminine grace. On the occasions when Jim was settled on the sofa, hosed legs crossed at mid-thigh, he was near frantic with fear at the thought of the doorbell ringing and him having to confront some strange, unknown delivery men. Such was Jim's plight, that he jumped at every strange sound, real or imagined. It was not until about mid-day when Jim realised that he no longer needed the paper on which his mantra was written, and that he could now easily recite it from memory. Jim didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but he was totally oblivious to the fact that late in the afternoon on that first day, even when he wasn't standing in the living room corner reciting his mantra, it seemed to be echoing somewhere in the back recesses of his mind. So as the day dragged on for Jim, it was with a start that he jumped from the sofa on hearing a key turning in the lock of the front door of the flat and realised that it was 5.30 pm and that Maria or Karen must be returning from work. Jim tottered through to the hall to see Maria hanging up her jacket. However, although Jim couldn't see Karen, he could hear her voice as she seemed to be talking to someone in the building lobby. At first he thought Karen was talking to a neighbour, but nearly fainted with shock when she heard her say, "Okay lads, just follow me and I'll show you where the treadmill goes," followed by a deep masculine voice replying, "Okay, will do." As Karen stepped through the door of the flat, she was delighted to see Jim standing in the hall, recognising immediately that he had heard the voice of one of the men who had been tasked with bringing the treadmill into the flat (and into what would now be Debbie's bedroom). As Karen paused at the doorway, she could read the obvious alarm on the pretty young boy's face, taking great delight in seeing it. At the same time, so many conflicting thoughts were racing through Jim's increasingly vacuuous mind, the obvious one being that he had to hide from these strange men, but curiously, and subconsciously, one thought popped into Jim's head "I love wearing sheer hosiery." After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds, Jim somehow managed to will his hosiery sheathed legs into moving and he managed to scamper into, what he hoped was, the safe sanctuary of the living room, closing the door behind him and, once again, gracefully settled onto the sofa, crossing his sexy legs at mid-thigh. As he sat there, he could hear the gruff voices of the men as they manouvered the treadmill into what he still continued to think of as the spare bedroom. After a few minutes he heard Karen say, "Thanks lads. The treadmill is a surprise for our roommate Debbie. I think she is in the living room....through there.....why don't you go say hello to her and tell her it's been delivered." On hearing Karen's words, Jim's heart almost leapt into his mouth. "What the fuck is that insane cow thinking now?!" Jim thought to himself..... "Why the fuck is she sending those men in here, when I'm dressed this way?" As Jim's mind whirled in confusion, he watched as the living room door opened, seemingly almost in slow motion and saw Karen appear from behind it, followed by Maria, then two, tall, twenty-something young men dressed in overalls. It was not lost on Jim that both these young men looked excatly as they should and were in total contrast to the pretty young feminine image his body and face were portraying. When all four were within the room, they could see Jim sitting cross- legged and cross-armed on the sofa. It was Karen who spoke first and, with a beaming smile, said, "Hi Debbie, I'm, glad you are home. These two lovely young men have delivered a treadmill for you and it's now all set up in your bedroom for you to use anytime. Why don't you thank them?" As Jim sat there bug-eyed and with is pretty, lipsticked mouth agape, frantically thinking of something to say, he was totally unaware of how the two men were hungrily eyeing him up, each of them thinking what a hot piece of pussy he was, each being totally oblivious to what this seemingly pretty young woman actually was and what was really nestling tightly within 'her' outwardly feminine crorch. After a few moments, Jim managed to muster a mumbled reply and was inwardly grateful to Karen for instructing him to practise his mantra all day in his most feminine voice, as his "Thank you" managed to escape his lips in a most convincing female manner, so much so that Karen and Maria exchanged knowing glances, indicating not only how surprised, but how impressed they were with Jim's, now convincing girly voice. Both young men continued to leer at the hottie on the sofa until Karen broke the silence by saying, "Okay Debbie, why don't you go into your bedroom with these two young men and they can show you how to work the treadmill" Jim alternatively shot Karen and Maria nervous glances, before mustering a reply indicating that he would be able to work it out for himself, before Karen shot Jim a stern look back in reply and in a steely tone said, "Nonsense Debbie. These machines are far too complicated for us girls to work out for ourselves and these young gentlemen would be only too happy to help you get started with it, isn't that correct gentlemen?" Both young men eagerly nodded their affirmitive replies, all the while being unable to take their eyes from Jim's sexy legs and high heels. After a couple of moments, Karen walked over to where Jim was sitting and fixing him with a stern gaze, whispered to him, "Debbie, you are being very rude to these two young gentlemen, I suggest you get your fat, bubble arse up off that sofa if you know what's good for you and take these two young men into your bedroom, where they will show you how things work." Jim sat there, now trembling with fear, silently looking up at Karen with his best puppy dog eyes. But, Jim knew it was to no avail and defeated for the umpteenth time he rose unsteadily in his high heels. Despite his head being awhirl with fear and confusion yet again, Jim managed to regain some composure and reminded himself that he must try to appear as girly and feminine as possible if he was to manage to convince these two hulking young men that he was a real girl. Ten minutes later, Jim found himself mincing on the treadmill in his 5- inch stilettos, as the two young men put him through his paces, now and again explaining to him what this or that button did. In his far too confused state, Jim wasn't taking any of the instructions in, although he did manage to mutter the occasional feminine "okay" or "I see" now and then. When the two men had got him started on the treadmill, Jim came up with the 'clever' idea of reciting his mantra in his mind, so that he would be in the his most feminine mindset possible. Jim was so desperate for this episode to end and, while he was tottering away on his high heels, he was unaware that one of the young men had upped the pace of the treadmill, meaning that Jim was having trouble keeping up to speed. As he did so, Jim's arse and hips rolled and swayed furiously in an undeniably feminine manner and his arms were held delicately high at waist level as he tried to keep his balance. As this was going on, both young men had taken a position behind Jim and both were becoming increasingly turned on at the erotic sight of this feminine creature, with the shapely legs and bubble butt, trotting at high speed in stilettos on the treadmill, both undoubtedly storing the image away in their respective 'wank banks' for later. Unseen to the two young men, Maria and Karen stood at the door to 'Debbie's' room and silently watched the scene unfold of two men interacting flirtatiously with what could now only be described as a sexy young woman. At one point, one of the young men said to 'Debbie' that he was impressed that she could manage to walk at that speed on a treadmill, wearing such high heels and that he wished more women would wear high heels more often. Just as the young man finished speaking, and without even realising he said it out loud, Jim automatically recited the part of his feminine mantra that his mind had reached at that very moment, which was, "I'm a real girly-girl and the thing I love most about being a girly-girl is getting to wear sexy, skyscraper heels.." On hearing this, both young men's smiles broadened even further and, when one of them said that maybe 'Debbie' would let him take her dancing one night, so that he could watch her dance in her highest heels, Jim's mind seemed to have lost all cohesion as he almost whispered his reply (or was it Debbie who was replying?...) as he said, "Hmmm....that would be nice" and imagined himself gyrating on a packed dance floor, dancing in what would eventually be his, yet to be delivered, highest heeled shoes, the ones he had ordered with the 6-inch stiletto heels and the 1-inch platform sole, with the cutest set of 3 bars across the top of the shoe. As this image was playing within his mind, Jim undoubtably started to feel the beginnings of a deep sexual arousal, which continued to rise, as he recited his mantra over and over again in his mind. Jim didn't realise it, but the events of the past few days, coupled with what was happening right at that minute, and his continued and forced sexual abstinence, were causing his mind to fracture ever so slightly and, within the gaps of the fractures, a feminine persona was undeniably starting to peep through. A feminine persona who had only recently been christened... Debbie. As Maria and Karen listened to the interaction between what was between, at least for the moment, undeniably Debbie and the two young men, they turned to smile at each other...as their respective panties began to moisten. Eventually, Karen thanked the two young men for putting Debbie through her paces and as she showed them out of the flat, she told them she would pass their telephone numbers to Debbie, in case she wanted to take them up on their offer of taking her dancing. Karen and Maria let Jim continue his paces on the treadmill, lost in his thoughts as he was, reciting his mantra over and over, only this time out loud at the instruction of Karen, while they made dinner. It was over an hour later that Karen went into 'Debbie's' bedroom and told him that he had had enough practice on the treadmill for one evening and that he should join them to eat at the dining table. Dinner was a quiet affair consisting of pasta with a shared bottle of wine. Little was said during dinner and most of what was said was between Karen and Maria, as they continued to eye Jim with fascination as he sat there silently, mostly playing with his food, with a distinctly glazed and faraway look in his eyes. After dinner and once Jim had washed the dishes as instructed by Karen, Maria told Jim to join her and Karen again on the sofa. As Jim settled on the sofa between the two women, he again gracefully crossed his shapely pins at mid-thigh and settled his hands in his lap. Not a word was uttered for a few moments, before Karen, cautiously this time, asked Jim how he felt his day had went thus far. It took a few moments for Jim's eyes to lose their glazed look and regain some focus, before he slowly turned his head towards Karen and asked her what she had meant. "What I mean is," Karen replied, "what about during the day, did you recite your mantra as requested?" "Yes, of course," replied Jim. "And how did you feel when interacting with the two young men who delivered the treadmill?" asked Karen. That was all it took. Karen watched as Jim's expression slowly changed from a blank one to one of confusion. Jim's eyes started to fill with tears, before suddenly and catching both Karen and Maria totally off- guard, he placed his face in his hands and started sobbing. Both Karen and Maria reacted instinctively by placing their hands softly on Jim's smooth thigh and let him sob uncontrollably for a minute or two, before Maria put her arm around Jim and softly asked him what the matter was. It was then that Jim turned to Maria, grabbed her and started hugging her for all his might, all the while muttering between sobs, "What's wrong with me?...why is all this happening to me?" Maria held Jim tightly for a few minutes as his sobs slowly subsided and eventually ended. She then pulled away slightly from the feminized boy and, cupping his chin, tilted his head upwards to look into his eyes. Eyes whose earlier gorgeous, smokey make-up was now destroyed as it ran in torrents down the pretty boys face. "There, there," said Maria smiling. "It's good that you managed to let it all out, though it has not done your make-up much good." "That's...the problem," replied Jim. "I shouldn't be wearing make-up for fuck's sake.....I supposed to be a man....aren't I?" On hearing this, and sensing possible resistance from Jim, which could undo all their good work so far, Karen decided to regain immediate control and, taking hold of Jim's face and turning it towards her, in a firm voice commanded, "Stand up!" "Wha....what?" stuttered Jim. "I said stand UP...NOW!" repeated Karen. Jim sat there rooted to the sofa, unsure what to do, as part of his mind told him to obey this mad woman, while the other part of his mind was trying to tell him to resist. "Wh....why?" Jim managed to stutter. Karen stared deeply into Jim's eyes for a few moments, before telling him, "Don't you fucking dare make me tell you a third time!....or you WILL regret it." Jim's resolve immediately crumbled and he felt his body almost involuntarily rise from the sofa and, as he stood, he was told by Karen to turn and face both her and Maria, head down and hands clasped firmly behind his back. Jim didn't know why, but his body didn't seem to have a will of it's own as, yet again, it automatically followed Karen's instructions. "Now," said Karen, "the first thing I have to say, is that I am very disappointed in you! (as Jim's bottom lip stared to tremble slightly) VERY disappointed! You have proven to be nothing but an unfaithful, inadequate, snivelling, little excuse for a boy who has done nothing but heap misery on the best friend I have ever had. You have had the cheek to tell us that you regret your infidelity. But I don't believe you. Out of the goodness of our hearts we have designed a punishment for you that allows Maria to regain some semblance of control over her self- worth....yet all you can do is whine and bleat about it. First of all...and let me make this VERY clear...any such further unacceptable emotional outbursts from you will be treated as a major infraction and, as such, will be met with immediate physical retribution....is that clear? (Jim nodded furiously as he stared at his high-heeled shoes, despite having no idea what 'immediate physical retribution' actually meant) Good. Secondly...what is your name?" This question caught Jim off-guard. "Eh....Jim...obviously?" he replied in a slightly questioning tone. "Let me try that question again....what is your name?" asked Karen again. "I don't...erm....don't understand the....the question" replied Jim. "I can't believe you are forcing me to ask this question a third time. I suggest...VERY STRONGLY...that you take your time and think about it before answering correctly this time," warned Karen. Jim stood before Karen as a creeping realisation came to him about the answer Karen wanted to hear from him. "Debbie!...my name is Debbie!" Jim blurted out, almost startling himself in the process. "And what kind of name is 'Debbie'?" asked Karen. "A...a girl's name?" gulped Jim. "What else?" asked Karen. "A pretty name?" replied Jim. "So if your name is Debbie...and Debbie is a girl's name...what does that make you?" asked Karen. "A girl?" replied Jim. "And what kind of girl are you...Debbie?" asked Karen. "A girly-girl!" replied Jim, almost too automatically he thought to himself. "And what is the best thing you love about being girly-girl...Debbie?" asked Karen. "The thing I love most about being a girly-girl is getting to wear sexy, skyscraper heels," replied Jim, this time not even realising how automatically his reply came out, as his eyes fixed on the sexy glossy creations gripping his dainty feet. "How do feel about hosiery...Debbie?" asked Karen. "I love wearing hosiery!" replied Jim, this time as a small smile flickered across his face, as he remembered how his honey-coloured sheer tights, the very same tights he was wearing at this moment, glowed as they were bathed in the early morning sunlight earlier today. Jim's small smile did not go un-noticed by Karen as she continued her questioning onslaught "What kind of hosiery do love wearing...Debbie?" "Sheer hosiery," replied Jim as his responses became ever more automatic. "What kind of underwear do you love wearing...Debbie?" Karen asked, this time decidedly more salaciously. "I love wearing tight foundation underwear, the tighter, smoother and silkier the better," replied Jim as his voice took on a more feminine tone. "What else do you love wearing...Debbie?" asked Karen. "I love wearing hot pants, but I also want to wear the shortest of mini- skirts and tightest of dresses," replied Jim, his smile broadening imperceptibly, his voice taking on an incresingly sing-song quality. "Do you like wearing make-up...Debbie? asked Karen. "Oooh yes! I never want to be without a full face of make-up!" replied Jim, as the enthusiasim in his replies increased. "Perfume...Debbie?" asked Karen. "I never want to be without a spray of pretty perfume," replied Jim....or...was it Debbie who was now actually replying Karen thought. "So" continued Karen "We have established the following. Your name is Debbie. You are a girly-girl of a girl. You love wearing skyscraper heels...tight, constricting foundationwear... hosiery... hot-pants... skirts...dresses... make-up and perfume. Am I correct so far?" Karen's question jolted Jim from what had been his brief feminine reverie and he hesitated in replying. "Now girl, answer me now!" barked Karen. "Eh...yeah...I mean...yes...you're correct," whimpered Jim in reply. "So what was with all the hystrionics earlier on then Debbie?" asked Karen, this time in a more soothing manner. "I dunno," said Jim honsestly as his mind once again settled onto it's now, well-worn path to confusion. "I guess it might have had something to do with being dressed this way (gesturing to himself) in front of a couple of men for the first time." Karen pressed home. "What do you think the two men saw when they first looked at you Debbie?" Confused by the question Jim could only reply, "Me...I think they saw me." "And what are you Debbie? What are you at this very minute and what were you when men first clapped eyes on you today?" continued Karen. Jim was suddenly struck with a realisation as to what Karen was trying to tell him. It was obvious. When the men first clapped eyes on Debbie (for it could surely not have been Jim) they saw a young woman. "A young woman! The men saw a young woman named Debbie!" as a wide smile spread across Jim's face. All the time this interaction had been going on, Maria sat in amazement and astonishment at Karen's manipulative and ingenious skills. "It was better than that Debbie, much better . When the two men first saw you, they saw a petite, pretty and sexy young girl, with gorgeous shapely legs and a delicious butt. A girl they both want to date. They told me that and even gave me their telephone numbers to give to you. That means you have passed the test Debbie. You are a success and, so far, your punishment is a success. Dressed the way you are, no-one could ever mistake you for a boy. All you have to do going forward is to believe in yourself. Believe in the beautiful young girl your image portrays. Do that and everything will be wonderful. Can you do that Debbie? For me? For you? For Maria?" Jim stood there for a minute, trying to collect his thoughts. He slowly realised that Karen wasn't the insane cow that he accused her of being earlier (albeit from the safety of his own thoughts) and that she had achieved, what to him seemed, the impossible feat of making him over into such a convincing girl, that a couple of handsome (handsome?!) young men wanted to date him (what?..wait!...was that another involuntary twitch from the tight confines of his panty-girdle?). Jim now realised that Karen was actually a genious and a god-send. With her continued help, Jim would sucessfully be able to take delivery of the new sexy shoes and boots he was expecting. Wait....no that wasn't right . Jim wouldn't be taking delivery of the new sexy footwear, it would be Debbie. From that moment (at least for the next couple of weeks) Jim was no more, Debbie would take his place. Jim would have to think of himself being a girl for the time being, albeit a flat chested one as he looked don at his almost flat bustline. The other thing Debbie thought to himself, was that as he as now 'technically' a girl for the next few weeks, he wouldn't have to worry about the involuntary twitches that were coming increasingly from within his satin encased groin whenever he caught his reflection in the mirror, a reflection which shouted nothing if not sexy. Debbie even thought to himself that when his punishment was eventually over with, that maybe Maria would be up for a bit of role-play now and again and let him dress up in lingerie, hose and high heels. A contented smile spread across Debbie's face and, as Karen and Maria stood and joined her in a group hug, the groins of all '3' girls were equally inflamed.