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This is the conclusion of the story. For it to make sense, you should read the first two parts prior to reading this one. All characters are a product of my imagination and any similarity to any person, real or fictional is purely coincidental. I wish to thank Ananabelle Brito for reviewing and making meaningful suggestions, most of which I have adopted to make the story more readable. She has a great website. If you haven't looked at it I suggest that you do. The link is Forced Feminization Illustration Art. It contains many great stories and her original artwork. As always, please write a review, either positive or negative. I welcome all comments and try to learn from them. Thank you. KJ A Boy Lost 3 Michael lost interest after that first time, but Sam insisted on a blow job before tutoring me. I was afraid to tell anyone and so resigned myself to it. It never got easier and I did not enjoy it but I did not know how to end it. I really didn't have to do too much since once I got him hard he would just fuck my face till he came. And he came very quickly. This went on for a few weeks. Then, one day while I was sucking him we heard "How cute!" Sam quickly pulled his cock from my mouth as we turned toward the voice. "Don't stop on my account I want to see you cum!" said Julie with a smile. She had her cell phone out and had been videoing us. "What are you doing here?" asked Sam. "I'll ask the questions" said Julie. "You're supposed to be my boyfriend. I didn't know you were gay." She laughed. "I'm not gay!" "Charlotte. Pick up your dress and drop your panties!" "Please Julie..." "Do it!" I stood up and followed her orders, displaying my penis to both Julie and Sam. I was crying and was afraid of what was happening. "You faggot!" cried Sam. He tried to punch me in the face but I managed to duck out of the way, falling on the floor as I did. He jumped on me just missing my groin with his knee. "Stop!" screamed Julie. "Or I will send the video to all of your friends." "You wouldn't dare!" said Sam. "Don't test me!" replied Julie. "I have uploaded the video to the cloud with pictures of Charlotte in all her glory. You can see how that might affect you if I release them to your friends and family." I watched Sam's shoulders droop as he realized that she was in charge. "What do you want? Money?" "No, I want you to suffer the way I have finding out you were cheating on me with a boy. No, not a boy, a sissy" her laugh was cruel as she stared at me. She then turned to Sam. "I want you to suck off Charlotte!" she ordered. "No! I won't do that!" "Ok, your choice," she replied. Julie turned towards the door and started to leave the room. "Wait! Don't go! Can't we talk about it?" "There is nothing to talk about. Either you suck off Charlotte or..." Her voice faded but her intent was obvious. "Alright you win." "Hold up your dress Charlotte and you, Sam, on your knees." I did as she ordered and watched her raise her phone to video the blow job. As ordered, Sam pulled my panties down to my knees and proceeded to suck me. I decided to get even with him and began to fuck his face. Julie encouraged me and before long I ejaculated in his mouth. Before I finished, she ordered me to pull out and I sprayed the remainder of my semen on his face and clothes. "Now will you delete the video?" asked Sam. "Not a chance." She grabbed my hand and led me towards the door. Then she turned back to look at Sam. "I hope you have money," she said to him. "Why, you said you didn't want money." "I don't, but you are taking Charlotte to a movie on Saturday afternoon and then out for burgers afterward." She laughed and we were out the door before he could respond. We didn't say much to each other while walking home but she did show me the pictures and the video she took of my giving Sam a blowjob. It would have ruined both of us if they had gotten out, though I suspect Sam would have suffered more than I would have. "Don't worry Charlotte, I have no intention of showing them to anyone, but Sam doesn't know that and I don't want you telling him. Oh, and I am sorry for calling you a sissy. I know it is not your choice to dress like a girl, but you will have to act as his girlfriend." I had no idea what her intentions were but did not want to get on her bad side. The benefit to me was he was required to give me a blow job on our "dates" and, of course, he paid for me. Julie demanded that we video them and forward the videos to her. Any deviation from her orders she warned would result in all our friends and family getting copies. This went on until the summer recess. I had no idea what the plans were for the summer. Would I be staying with my Aunt or going home. I had no contact with my family and my texts to Sara went unanswered. Auntie was closed mouthed about what my summer plans were. Finally I texted Marcus in hopes he could shed light on what was happening with Sara, who I had always thought of as my best friend. He replied that her mother had taken her phone and pulled her out of school. He had no idea what happened to her after that. The day after school ended for the summer mother showed up. She handed me a bag and told me to wear the clothes contained therein. My hopes that they were boys clothing were dashed when I spilled them on the bed. With tears in my eyes I dressed in the pink thong and matching bra. I then put on a short red summer dress and tied my hair in a high pony tail with a red ribbon. I wore full makeup. When I came out for mom's inspection, she told me to pack and that we would be leaving immediately. She was not warm nor was she affectionate to me. Surprisingly, the girls were nicer to me than they had been and even Julie told me she would miss me. "I'm sure Sam will be heartbroken," she whispered to me and laughed. That was something I knew that I would not miss. I never wanted to see Sam again No words were spoken other than mother ordering me to put my bag in the car and sit in the back seat. I realized she wanted nothing to do with me and cried silently. I assumed we were going home and wondered how I could live like this with parents who for all intents and purposes had abandoned me. We turned off the main road about 20 miles from home. As she drove I realized were headed for my grandparents farm. I wondered if they knew about me or would they be shocked to see me dressed as I was, as a teenage girl. We turned into a private road and rode for a couple of miles before pulling up in front of my grandparents' house and mother honked the horn. Granny came out and opened my door. She stared at me for what seemed like forever. "Hi granny," I said with a trembling voice. "Hello Charlotte," she replied with no emotion. "Grab your suitcase and go into the house and up to your room." That answered my question about whether they knew about me. Having stayed with my grandparents before I knew which room was mine. I was not, however, prepared for the shock I received when I opened the door. It had been completely remade into a room a prissy girl would love with a canopied bed, a skirted vanity and a shelf with dolls. There were several stuffed animals on the bed. Any idea I had that I might resume my male identity was shattered. I threw myself on the bed feeling hopelessly trapped. I was vaguely aware of the car door closing and the car driving away but did not react to it. After some time I fell asleep and was awakened by my grandmother shaking me. "Come downstairs Charlotte, it is time for dinner." Grandpa was already sitting at the table when I got there. "Help your grandmother serve!" he said showing me none of the warmth he had previously showered on me when we were together. It was all I could do not to cry. We ate dinner mostly in silence. There were a few words exchanged between my grandparents but I tuned them out. I was startled when my grandmother addressed me. "Do you know why you are here Charlotte?" I looked up at her and hesitated speaking my mind. I finally decided to be honest with them. "I assume because no one else will have me." "Oh no! That has nothing to do with it. I will be tutoring you now. I will teach you how to be a proper wife, to prepare you for marriage to a nice man." "But I don't want to marry a man. I am not gay!" I replied, figuring I had nothing to lose by protesting. "Well, your actions the night you spent with your little friend belie that. In the pictures you seem perfectly content to be a girl and since that is what you want, that is what you will become. There is no need to pretend otherwise here. You grandfather and I will support you." She smiled at me. It was not a warm smile. I was unable to respond. It very obvious that no one was interested in listening to my side of the story. "Now help me clear the table and do the dishes. Then you may go to bed. Your lessons will start early in the morning. I will lay out clothes for you." Granny left me a simple light blue shirt waist dress with a full skirt, attached petticoat and appropriate underwear. She left me pantyhose and navy blue pumps. There was a note directing me to put my hair up in a high pony tail and to apply makeup. Granny was serving breakfast when I walked into the kitchen. "Well, I'll leave you two girls to your chores," said grandpa as he finished his meal and got up from the table. "Cleanup the kitchen and meet me in my sewing room," granny ordered me when I finished eating as she arose and left the kitchen. "So now I am their slave," I thought as I cleared the table and began figuring out what I would do. I washed and dried the dishes, wiped down the table and the counters. When I was satisfied I had done all she wanted I joined granny in her "sewing" room. "Have a seat Charlotte!" she said pointing to the love seat. I sat down as directed and awaited further instructions. "Your first lesson is sewing. You will learn to sew on buttons and make small repairs. When you have mastered that you will learn to cut and sew patterns so you will be able to make your own dresses, skirts, and blouses. You will need to learn those skills to support your future husband." "I have no intention of having a husband. I am a boy, and I fully intend to marry a girl!" I never saw it coming but I sure felt it when granny slapped my face. I would never have guessed she could hit me that hard and it brought tears to my eyes. "I think you made your intentions clear when you posed for that picture at the party you went to with that boy!" I was crying too hard to respond and realized that any response I would make would only result in further pain. I kept my thoughts to myself and resolved to escape. It was clear that my whole family was against me and was determined to turn me into a girl. I could not let that happen but was at a loss how to prevent it. The first impediment I encountered while planning my escape was clothing. I did not want to run away wearing girls' clothing, but men's clothing seemed impossible to obtain. My grandfather's clothes would be way too big and there were no other males to "borrow" from. I decided to bide my time and see what transpired. My tutoring consisted of house cleaning, laundry, sewing, knitting, cooking, in short, all those domestic chores that a good 1950s housewife needed to do. Grandma inspected my work and when I was found at fault I received demerits and had to do the job over again. On Sunday nights my demerits were totaled and I was spanked, once for each demerit. I went to bed on Sunday nights with tears in my eyes. Almost before I realized it my birthday arrived. I was 18. What made it more auspicious was when I realized my bras were too small. I had avoided looking at myself in the mirror as much as possible, but the night before my birthday I stripped in the bathroom and took a good look at myself. I clearly had developed breasts like a young girl. I logged into my computer and did some research. I discovered (or so I thought) that I had gynocomestia and that it wasn't that uncommon. The articles I read said that they would recede on their own or surgery could be performed to reduce them. I was too na?ve to realize that they must have been feeding me female hormones but instead wondered how it could have happened. I went to bed that night but was unable to sleep. I wondered if wearing bras as I had been for the last 2 years was somehow responsible for my feminine chest. It was with no small amount of trepidation that I approached my grandmother the next morning to discuss my newly discovered mammary glands. She told me that she wanted to see them. When I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra she clapped her hands and smiled. "Perfect!" she said. "Your husband will love them!" "What do you mean?" "At your father's request we have arranged a marriage for you. The man knows all about you and has agreed to take you as his wife. You will live as a woman. It will not take place for another year, after you turn 18. You will use that time to become more proficient in your wifely chores and to fill out more. By the time you are 18 you should have a beautiful feminine figure." "What...What do you mean, a feminine figure?" She smiled at me. "You will see." "I won't do it." "It will not be your choice." I knew that any further protests would result in my being taken across her lap so I remained silent. We stared at each other for a few moments before I broke eye contact and looked down. I realized it was to my advantage if she thought I was broken. I decided that escape was imperative, even if I had to dress as a girl. I would find a way to get some boys clothes as soon as I could. "It is time you started your chores, Charlotte." I cooked a nice dinner for us that night. I decided I was going to be perfect for my grandparents in hopes that they would be less vigilant in watching me. I needed a bit more freedom in the house if escape were to succeed. Namely, I needed some money. I knew they kept cash in the house, but I did not know where I to find it. The idea of stealing it did not disturb me since I felt they were stealing my masculinity. Life carried on as usual for the next few months. Escape seemed impossible. Then one morning granny laid out a new dress for me. It was fancier than those I wore for doing my household chores. "We are going shopping today for a wedding dress Charlotte. Make sure you wear tight panties and tuck. We wouldn't want anyone in the bridal store to know your secret, would we?" "Who..who am I supposed to marry?" I asked very hesitantly. "I guess it doesn't hurt to tell you. You will be marrying Horace. He needs a wife to take care of his house and his 3 children and you will be perfect for the job. In return he will support you and give you a home." "But he is like 40 years old. No, I won't do it! You can't make me!" For emphasis I stamped my feet. "See! Your reaction is so feminine," she laughed. "What boy would stamp his feet like that. You have become a real girly girl! Now, not another word or you will be sorry. Do I make myself clear?" Fighting back tears I merely nodded. I managed to keep my emotions in check the rest of the day but inside I was in a mess. It turned out to be one of the longest days of my life. Trying on wedding dresses was not what I would have ever thought of as being fun and I was not disappointed, but granny enjoyed it. Finally we found one that granny thought would be nice and since I didn't care and nor was I planning on being at the wedding I agreed with her just to get the day done. That night I went to my room early. I texted Marcus and explained my situation. I was desperate and begged him to help me. He responded that he would see what he could do and to just hang on. I went to bed feeling that there was some hope. That hope started to fade when a week went by and I didn't hear from him. Then granny announced that Horace was coming for dinner in two days. I texted Marcus that night and prayed he could help. I did not hear from him so the next night I waited till granny and grandpa were in asleep. I dressed in the plainest dress I had and took the lowest heels I had which were 3 inches. I knew they would be tough to walk any distance in, but I had no other choice. I took some food and a thermos of water and put it in a satchel I could carry. It was a moonless night and there were no lights on the road, but I didn't care. I knew it would be slow going and I would have to find a place to hide when it got light. I managed to walk the two miles to the main road and turned away from the town. My feet were killing me. I realized this was not going to work. I was in no condition to walk back so I found a spot in the grass off the road and lay down. I cried myself to sleep. I was awakened by my grandfather saying, "Running away was silly Charlotte." He stood there looking down at me and ordered me into his truck. Without saying another word, he drove me back to the house. When we arrived granny was waiting for us and she was livid. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house and to my room. Then holding my arm she sat on my bed and pulled me across her lap. After pulling up my dress and pulling down my panties she gave me the worst spanking I had ever had. When she was finally done, she pushed me onto the floor and stood up, leaving me there crying. When she left the room, she told me to bathe and change my clothes since I had chores to do. I texted Marcus telling him what happened but did not really expect a response. Then I stripped and showered. While I was dressing I heard a text come into my phone and saw it was from Marcus. He apologized and said he couldn't get away, but to let him know when I wanted to try again. Granny was still angry when I went into the kitchen and started to rant at me. "We took you in when no one wanted you because of your perversion. We have arranged a marriage to Horace and don't think it was easy to find someone who was willing to marry a pervert like you." "What? No! I won't marry him. I am not gay!" Granny slapped my face hard which brought new tears. Things for me changed. I was locked into my room that night and my window was also locked. I could not open either without a key. I was trapped and escape would not be possible. I texted Marcus and told him my plight. He advised me to keep him informed and he would try to come up with a plan to free me. I had little hope he would succeed. The following night Granny announced that Horace would be joining us for dinner. Granny had me wear a sleeveless pink chiffon party dress with two white petticoats underneath for my dreaded future husband. It looked like a dress from the 1950s. She curled my hair and tied a ribbon with a big bow on top that matched the dress. I felt ridiculous dressed as I was, but I knew I was being dressed for the pleasure and approval of my future husband. I was surprised to be included in the dinner conversation and I found questions from Horace directed at me were quite embarrassing concerning my non-existent boyfriends and interest in boys. Being introduced to my possible future husband made me very nervous and a little nauseous. It was made worse watching his eyes exam me and feeling them undress me. Horace was a tall man who towered over me and somewhat overweight. He was at least 40 and had three boys for whom I guess he expected me to be their stepmother. I could not imagine a more dismal future but saw no way around it. As I was clearing the dinner table granny announced she had a woman's club meeting she was attending that night. I thought little of it since she had one every month, but was shocked when I returned to the living room after cleaning up and found Horace sitting on the sofa, alone in the room. He explained that my grandfather had been called away but would return shortly. I should have been suspicious since I hadn't heard either the telephone or doorbell ring, but in my naivety I accepted what he said. Horace always treated me as if I were a girl. Knowing what was expected of me I sat and talked with Horace, I took a seat on the sofa opposite the chair he was sitting in. He asked if I minded if he took a drink and I said no. He returned with two drinks, setting one in front of me and sat down next to me. My only experience with alcohol had been at the ill fated party so was not prepared for the kick it had. It was a sweet drink that he gave me and it went down easily. I soon found myself giggling at his jokes and acting like a silly little girl. Suddenly he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. Before I could react he was leaning into me and his lips brushed mine. In my inebriated state I was slow to react and he took the opportunity to force his tongue into my mouth. That sobered me up rather quickly. My arms were trapped against his body and he was easily able to control me. I felt his hand caress my ass as he continued to make out with me. I tried to push him away but he was far too strong for me. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his groin where I could feel his growing erection. I could tell he was big, far bigger than Sam and certainly a lot bigger than I was. "Take it out!" he ordered me. "No, please. I am not like that." "You're just a little sissy who likes pretending he is a girl. Well I am going to teach you what it is to be a girl. Now take it out!" I continued to struggle when he lifted me and turned me over laying me on my stomach across his lap. Holding me down with his right hand I could feel his left hand reach under my skirt and tug down my panties exposing my cheeks. He gave me 5 hard smacks bringing tears to my eyes. "Now will you do as I say?" I nodded through my tears as he let me up. He pointed to his crotch before putting his hands on my shoulders to guide me down to my knees. Kneeling before him, I unbuckled his pants and pulled down his boxers. He lifted his ass so I could pull them off. His erection popped out and he slapped my face with it a few times. It was huge. I prayed my grandfather would come home and put a stop to it. "Now take my cock into your pretty, dainty, little hands," he said. Hesitantly I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly rubbed it. He had some precum on the tip and he told me to lick it off. Fearfully I did as he told me. "Good girl," he said. "Now lick the head and take it into your mouth." Afraid of disobeying him I did as ordered. I idly wondered how far into my mouth I would have to take him. I felt his hands on my cheeks as he drove his cock into my mouth. I felt myself choking before he pulled out. "Relax your throat Charlotte or you will continue choking." It took a few more thrusts before I was able to take all of him. He kept at it for a few minutes before I felt him tense up. Soon I felt his hot liquid in my mouth and down my throat. With my mouth filled with his huge cock I had no choice but to swallow though some did escape and rolled down my chin. "Look up Charlotte and let me see your pretty eyes," he said with my lips still wrapped around his thick organ. He held me there until I could feel him softening and then gradually he withdrew from my mouth. My jaw was aching from being open that wide and that long. He took his finger and scooped up the cum that had drizzled on my chin. Then he fed it to me. I hoped he was going to get dressed and go home. I felt even more humiliation then I had felt with Sam and more tears came. "Stop crying or you will ruin your makeup and I will have to spank you again!" he ordered. It took a great effort but I succeeded in getting my outward emotions under control. Then he ordered me to fix my makeup and followed me up to my room to be sure I obeyed him. I was shocked to find pink rose petals scattered on the floor and on my bed. I realized at that point that it was preplanned by my grandparents that I have sex with him that night. He sat on my bed and told me to approach him. Shaking and trying hard not to cry I walked slowly to him. He spread his legs and grabbed my hand pulling me to him so I was standing between his legs. He started to unbutton my dress from the top. He was smiling at me the whole time. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I would have a heart attack. Finally he freed the last button and pulled the pink girly dress over my shoulders and my arms, letting it fall on the floor. I stood in front of him in only my bra, petticoats, and panties. By now I was shaking uncontrollably. He grabbed me and sat me on his lap. He kissed me gently and held me close to him. "I want you to relax sweet Charlotte! Tonight I will make you my woman." He laid me on the bed on my back. He lifted my petticoats and pulled off my panties. Realizing what he was going to do I started to cry. "Please Mr. Swenson, don't do that," I begged through my tears. "It will be ok Charlotte, you will see." His voice was soft and meant to be comforting but all I could think about was how his huge cock was going to fit inside me and I cried harder. He reached into my night table and pulled out a jar of cream. I could not understand why my grandparents would allow this to happen to me. He rubbed the cream along his cock and then he inserted two fingers covered with cream into my anus. I tried to pull away from him but with his other hand he held me down, preventing me from moving. He moved his fingers around inside my anus covering the walls with the cream. He pulled his fingers out and climbed onto my bed on his knees. He lifted my legs over his shoulders. "Stop your crying!" he ordered me. "Or I will give you something to cry about." I somehow managed to stop though it was difficult, fearful as I was. "I will be gentle," his tone changed. "Try to relax. It will be easier that way." I felt his cock at my entrance. He rubbed the head along my anus. Then he slowly pushed it into my hole. I held my breath as he gradually entered me. It hurt and felt like I was being torn in half. He got part way in and stopped. I tried to relax and the pain subsided. When my breathing slowed, he pushed a bit more. The pain returned. He repeated this several times until I could feel his balls swinging against my ass. Along with the physical pain was the humiliation I felt being in such a submissive position. It was far worse than any I had experienced before. Slowly he withdrew until he was just barely inside my opening. Then he gently plunged in again without pausing. The pain reappeared and I screamed grabbing at the bed sheets. He smiled at me and leaned over and kissed me, which in only made it worse. ""You are so tight girl!..argh...it is so good being inside you." Then he picked up his pace. Each thrust seemed to bring more pain. He ignored my screams and cries as they were slightly muffled with the mixed sounds of the bed shaking and his manly grunts. After awhile I stopped protesting and merely lay there gritting my teeth and holding on to the sheets accepting my position under him with my legs spread open to him. The house was isolated and no one could hear us. Only the grunts from Horace and the small moans of humiliation and pain escaping from my lips echoed in the bedroom. Then a loud groan from Horace interrupted the sound of our flesh slapping, accompanied by the warmth I felt deep inside, as he unloaded his semen into me. It was the ultimate humiliation. Sweating, he then collapsed on top of me and I could feel him softening. With our bodies still connected he kissed me gently and smiled. "That was very nice Charlotte. I know you will come to enjoy it, especially when I give you a pussy, like a real girl." He slowly pulled his cock out of me and got off the bed. I turned away from him and wept into my pillow. "I will leave now Charlotte. Please thank your grandparents for a lovely evening." I heard him walk out to the front room where he had left his pants. The front door opened and closed and he was gone. I don't know how long I cried before finally climbing out of bed. His semen was dripping from my ass and I ran to the bathroom and gave up my dinner. Then I drew a warm bath in hopes it would ease the soreness I felt. I sat in the tub until the water turned cold. I felt like my life was over. My ass was still sore the next morning. Neither granny nor grandpa said anything to me and I volunteered nothing to them. I was sure they knew what had happened and since they facilitated it. I also knew I had to get out of there. A few days later, granny announced he would again be coming for dinner. I feared a repeat of the last time and begged her not to invite him. Instead she slapped my face. "It is not your place to dictate who I can and can not invite to dinner at my house. We will not talk about this again. Horace will be here tomorrow night for dinner to propose. "You WILL accept his proposal or you will NOT enjoy the consequences. Do I make myself clear?" Scared, I nodded my acquiescence. The following night he came for dinner. Granny dressed me in simple yellow, sleeveless, cotton dress with a starched white crinoline underneath. I wore my matching yellow pumps with 3 inch heels and my hair in a high pony tail with a yellow ribbon tying it off. I was so nervous I could barely eat. Fortunately, I was pretty much ignored in the conversation. After dinner granny and grandpa left us alone in the parlor. It felt very clich?, but Horace got down on one knee and proposed, offering me a silver ring with a small diamond in it. Knowing I would be punished if I told him I would never marry him, I said nothing. He merely smiled. He took the ring and forced it onto my finger and warned of consequences if I removed it. It fit perfectly. Then he stood up, pulled me to my feet and while wrapping his arms around me kissed me. The kiss was gentle but I felt nothing other than revulsion. He took my hand and led me to the front door. I was in a state of shock and blindly followed him. He leaned over and kissed me again. "Good night Charlotte. I will see you at church on Sunday." And he was gone. I watched him get into his truck and drive off. I looked down at my left hand where the ring resided. Then it really hit me. I was now engaged to be married to a man. And the tears came. I went to my room, flopped down on the bed and cried for a long time. I heard my grandparents come into the house. I had no desire to talk to them and hoped they wouldn't barge into my room as they often did. Fortunately they chose to leave me alone that night. Finally, I manage to pull myself together and texted Marcus. He was my only hope, and a slim one at that. But it was all I had. He texted me back almost immediately wanting to know the date of the wedding. I realized I did not know it, but recalled granny telling me it would be after my 18th birthday. He once again told me to hold tight and he would think of something. I was under constant surveillance and could see no way to escape. I kind of sleep walked through the next few months. As the date of the wedding grew closer I became more depressed. My 18th birthday was celebrated with my receiving some sexy lingerie for the wedding night. I wanted to tear it up feared the reprisals from granny. The week before my birthday granny announced that she was hosting a bridal shower for me. I almost fainted with the announcement. I had no friends here and couldn't imagine who she would invite other than my mother and I doubted she would want to be here. The day of the bridal shower arrived and granny dressed me in only panties, a bra, a simple white knee length shirtwaist dress, and white sandals with 3 inch heels but no stockings. Just prior to the guests arriving, granny had me remove my dress and ordered me to answer the door for them wearing only my underwear and shoes. When the guests arrived it was obvious that they were all granny's friends; middle aged women with whom I had nothing in common and who I barely knew. They all bore gifts. It was humiliating to greet them at the door clad only in my underwear. But this was just the start of my most humiliating day. As they entered, they each kissed me on the cheek and grabbed my ass while they handed me my gift. The last to arrive were Aunt Nellie and the three girls. They each hugged me and had kind words for me. That, of course, made me suspicious but I said nothing. When all guests arrived it was my job to serve drinks and canap?s. The comments directed at me were enough to make me blush and with only great will power was I able to avoid tears. After lunch I was directed to the pile of gifts in the middle of the room. As ordered by granny, I selected one and read the card. Then I went over to the lady who had given me the gift and sat on her lap while I opened it. She took the opportunity to fondle my ass and run her hands across my penis which was encased in silky panties. Naturally this caused me to get erect, causing me further embarrassment. The first gift was baby doll pajamas with thong panties. Granny ordered me to strip and try on the pajamas right there. I felt my face turn bright red as I removed my bra and panties in front of all the women and quickly donned the feminine lingerie. Then I was ordered to parade in front of each of the ladies, giving them the opportunity to squeeze my cheeks and run their hands over my cock. Aunt Nellie stood up and chastised granny. "You've gone too far mother. We are leaving!" With that my aunt and cousins left. I wasn't sure whether or not I was sorry to see them go, but at least I was spared further humiliation in front of them. This procession went on with each gift. All the gifts were sexy lingerie designed to cause me more humiliation. By the time I had opened each one, I was as hard as I had ever been and also more embarrassed than ever. Tears were running down my face as the ladies hurled insult after insult at me and laughed with glee at my acute humiliation. Then granny ordered me to strip once more and stand there in just my heels. "Now masturbate!" she ordered. "You know it is what you want to do." I shook my head and pleaded with her not to make me jerk off in public. "Allow me!" one of the ladies said. She walked over to me and grabbed my cock. While I was crying the whole time she jerked me off. In spite of my feelings at the time, I was incredibly horny from all their handling of me and it didn't take long for me ejaculate. Just before I came, one of the guests held out a bowl in front of me and told me not to spill a drop on the floor. Then she placed the bowl on the floor and ordered me to lick it up. I shook my head and turned to run to my room. I took about 2 steps and was tripped by one of the other ladies. While I lay on the floor the bowl was placed below my face and once again I was ordered to lick it up. I hoped that would be the end of the "party", but to my great chagrin there was one more humiliation to come. Granny pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat on it. She ordered me to stand in front of her. She then grabbed my arm and pulled me across her lap for what I assumed was to be another spanking. Instead she held in front of my eyes what looked like a huge phallus symbol. "This is a butt plug Charlotte" said Granny. "It is the smallest I have. You will be using one until your wedding to get you ready for Horace, who rumor has it has one big cock. Each week I will insert the next larger size so you should be able to take him more easily on your wedding night." All the ladies laughed. "No! Please granny, don't put that in me." She responded by bending me over and applying a generous amount of lubrication in my ass and on the plug. Then she shoved it into my ass. I screamed and resumed crying. The pain I felt when she was putting it in was almost unbearable. Once it was in, however, the pain gradually subsided. Granny told me in no uncertain terms that if she found that I had removed the plug I would suffer more than ever. I believed her. I was then allowed to get dressed and ordered to thank each of the ladies for their generous gifts. I stood at the door as each one left. I curtsied and thanked them. Before walking out each of them grabbed me and kissed me. When the last lady left I ran to my room and lied on my bed. I cried for a long time and did not leave my room for the rest of that day. Then one morning the following week granny announced that we were going into town for the final fitting of my wedding dress. It was obvious that the women in the dress shop knew my true gender and did not let any opportunity to pass without tossing some humiliating remark at me. I was required to strip completely in front of them. Of course each one had to examine my butt plug. It was another horrifying day to add to the others I had been experiencing since my parents banned me from the house in which I had grown up. First there was Sam, Julie, and then my grandparents were there to embarrass me. The ladies at the shower and at the dress shop only added to the constant hopeless feeling I had. As the wedding day drew closer I became more desperate. My texts to Marcus were unanswered. I was constantly watched by granny or one of her friends. When not being observed, I was locked in my room. Escape was just not possible. My wedding day finally arrived and I did not want to get out of bed. Unfortunately, that was not an option. Granny woke me up early and ushered me into the bathroom where a warm bubble bath had already been drawn. The rose scented oil in the tub was sure to permeate me for the rest of the day. Before being allowed in the bath granny gave me an enema. "After all," she laughed, "you do want to be clean when your new husband pops your cherry, don't you." After the bath she had me put on a new white satin thong. I hated wearing thongs. I found the strap in my ass to be very annoying, but like everything else that was happening, I was not consulted. She then laced me into a tight corset that matched the panties. The cups needed no padding as I could now fill out a B cup. She had me put on a robe and ushered me into the kitchen where she gave me a light breakfast of toast and butter. I could barely get it down thinking of how the day was going to play out. While I was trying to eat breakfast, Aunt Nellie and the girls showed up. The girls were all wearing jeans but carried garment bags which I correctly assumed contained their dresses. Granny informed me that they had volunteered to be my bridesmaids. I had never thought about bridesmaids since I was concentrating, in vain, on figuring out how to get out of this wedding. Just as I finished eating the doorbell rang. It was the hairdresser and makeup artist with her assistants. My cousins and I were to be "treated" to having our hair styled and makeup done by professionals. I had to sit through the ordeal of having my hair done, makeup applied, and receiving a manicure and pedicure. When it was all done, 2 hours later, the girls helped me dress. First there was the white silk stockings which attached to the garters of the corset I was already wearing. Then they tied three white petticoats around my waist. From my vantage point they stuck out a mile and I wondered how I could even walk through the doorway. And came the dress. It had ? length sleeves and left my shoulders bare. Other than that it was very plain. Finally there were white pumps that matched the dress with 3" heels. When they finished dressing me they allowed me to see myself in the mirror. I was of two minds when I saw myself. On the one hand I wanted to puke. On the other hand, however, looking at myself dispassionately I saw very pretty girl in the mirror. I heard the phone ring and Maggie answered it. "The limo will be about 15 minutes late. They have a flat tire and it is being changed now." "That shouldn't be a problem," Aunt Nellie said. "You girls will wait here for it. Mom, let's go. The girls will get Charlotte to the church as soon as the limo gets here. It has all been arranged". To my surprise, granny gave me a kiss on the cheek and gently squeezed my hand before she left. As soon as they drove off Maggie unzipped my dress and told me to step out of it. "What are you doing?" I asked. "You don't really want to marry that creep, do you?" "No, of course not, but I will be punished if I don't show up." "You won't be, just trust us." By that time the petticoats were off and Julie was unlacing my corset and detaching my stockings. My shoes and stockings were pulled off and Maggie handed me a slip, a dress from my closet, pantyhose and different shoes. "Quickly get dressed!" she ordered me. I heard a car horn outside. Kathy came out of my room with a suitcase and went to the window. "He's here!" she said. "Hurry up Charlotte." "Who's here?" I asked as I was hurrying to get dressed, hampered by the long talons that had been put on my nails. Julie put my shoes on me and Maggie grabbed my hand and led me out the front door. There was a black van in the driveway and Marcus was standing in front of it. I ran to him and jumped into his arms as he held them out for me. He hugged me tightly and held me for a few seconds. Then he kissed me so very gently on the lips. When I didn't resist his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I opened my mouth for him and let him enter. I was reacting as a girl would and not thinking about it. I wouldn't think about it until much later, but at that moment I just enjoyed his attention. He put me down and released me. He helped me into the back of the van. Sitting there with a huge grin on her face was Sara. My closest friends had come to rescue me and I began to cry, but this time they were tears of joy. Kathy handed my suitcase to Marcus who stowed it away. My cousins all stood at the door to the van and said their goodbyes. Sara wrapped her arms round me and held me until I could get myself together. I had no idea where we were headed and at that moment I really did not care. I was with Sara and away from the people who wanted to hurt me, and that was all that mattered to me. While driving, Sara told me what had happened to her. "I'm so sorry Joe that I could not contact you. My mother went berserk when she found out we were talking and texting and confiscated my phone. Then she enrolled me in an all girls' school where they prohibited the girls from having any type of phone or tablet. The computers we used were not connected to the internet. I have never felt so isolated." I hugged her and hated myself for thinking she would abandon me. "When I turned 18, the trust fund my father set up for me kicked in. The school could no longer keep me there. I contacted Marcus and he told me about you. Together, with your cousins' help we planned your escape. The idea that they would force you to marry a man against your will and humiliate you was so repugnant. Marcus wanted to do physical damage to your grandparents, but fortunately he listened to reason. Joe, the night we spent together when our parents were away was the best night of my life. I am so sorry it resulted in your pain." "It doesn't matter now, Sara. We are together." We spent the rest of the drive just locked up in each other's arms. We could see Marcus' face in the rearview mirror and whenever he looked back at us he had a big smile on his face. I felt happy for the first time in a very long time. As I leaned into Sara she had her arms wrapped around me and was gently caressing me. Her hand brushed across my breast and she casually mentioned that it felt very real. "What kind of breast forms are you using?" she asked. I looked at her but did not answer. Her question reminded me of my physical condition. She must have seen the alarm in my eyes. "Oh no!" she said. "They are real, aren't they?" I nodded, still unable to speak. "Oh Joe! What did those evil people do to you?" She pulled me closer and held me tightly. "We will get you to a doctor and see what can be done. Oh you poor boy!" We stopped at a roadside diner for dinner. I was famished having only had toast for breakfast. I had no money but Sara was unconcerned and paid for the three of us. We drove until dark and checked into a motel. The room had a single king sized bed. "I'm sorry," Marcus said, "it was all that they had. I will sleep on the floor." "Don't be silly!" Sara replied. "We are all adults. I will sleep in the middle." "Marcus, will you excuse us? I want to see what those evil people did to Joe." "No. Marcus can stay. you are the only people I know who truly care about me. He can see what they did" I stated. Nervously, I slowly removed my clothes until I was standing there stark naked. I could see the shock in their eyes. "Except for your penis and balls, you have a girl's body," said Sara. Marcus merely nodded. "Yes, I know," I replied and began to cry. "We will get you to a doctor and find out what can be done," Sara stated. Then they both came over to hug me and made a sandwich with me in the middle. Despite my nudity and their being completely clothed, it felt really good and calmed me down. Sara opened my suitcase and handed me a nightgown which I quickly put on. "Do you mind if I sleep in the middle?" I asked hesitantly. "Of course not," they both replied. We did not have sex that night but it felt comfortable to be surrounded by my only two friends. I had the best night's sleep since the night I spent with Sara which seemed like ages ago. After consulting several doctors, it became clear that the hormones had destroyed any hopes I had of functioning as a man. I could have surgery to remove my breasts, but I would always appear very feminine and would be unable to perform as a man or be a father. I spent some time mourning over my lost masculinity. My friends were very supportive and told me they would love me whatever I decided. I still have my penis. I can orgasm but cannot get an erection. I also have my breasts. I find them to be a great source of pleasure for me and for Sara and Marcus. I live as Charlotte with my two best friends and lovers. Marcus enjoys walking down the street with a pretty girl on each arm and Sara and I love being on his arms. And as for our sex life, I will leave that to the reader's imagination.