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Turned into a Girl (Part 9)
By Meganprincess
Our shopping trip to the mall was humiliating beyond words. But
exciting too. I guess I should tell you all about it. But first, I have
to tell you about the weird dream I had after we got home. I was
exhausted after shopping and lunch and when we got home my mom made me
take a bath and get some "beauty rest" while she drove Paige home. I
fell into the deepest, strangest sleep. I want to write down the dream
before it fades away from my memory the way they always do....
I was walking home from school with my best friend's little sister and
her friend. Holly was 12 and in 6th grade. {I don't even go to school.
I am home schooled. And I don't have a best friend. And who were these
girls? Dreams are so weird.} She was a real brat and had blonde hair.
Really just a snotty little cheerleader. Probably drove boys her own
age crazy. But I didn't pay her much attention. I was a senior and
would graduate this year. She was still in middle school. To tell the
truth it felt weird even walking with them. They showed me no respect
and talked to me way too familiarly. That went for Beth too. Also 12
and also in 6th grade. She had straight brown hair. Somehow, they both
talked me into carrying their books home. Holly teased me and told me I
was wearing a pretty shirt that matched my eyes. I ignored it and
carried her books, my feet moving in the quicksand slow motion of a
dream state.
I was surprised that her older brother wasn't home when we got there.
And was even more surprised when I heard a loud sound against my head
and crumpled to the floor. When I awoke I was tied to a chair........
Holly and Beth smiled down at me. Holly spoke first:
"Hey there, princess! Feeling wonky? Aww.... poor little girl. Do you
have an oowie?? Haha!"
I was groggy but could see now that I was in Holly's room positioned in
front of a mirror. A makeup mirror. Beth came around in front of me and
started dabbing brown liquid on my chin, forehead, and cheeks. Then she
rubbed it all around with a brush. It tickled. She laughed and said:
"There we go sweetie. That was your foundation. Does it make you feel
pretty? Do you like wearing makeup? You are being such a good girl. Now
for your concealer. Yes, just under your eyes. Ready for your
eyeshadow, pansy?? Haha!"
I tried to speak but then realized that my tongue wouldn't work. Had
they drugged me? What was going on? I was helpless as Beth continued to
feminize me.
"This is what you get for treating us like stupid little girls all the
time. Now YOU will be the little girl. Just a little barbie doll for us
to play with. Awww! That is so sweet. You almost look like you are
going to cry. Is it humiliating for two twelve-year-old girls to do
this to you, princess? Putting pretty pink eyeshadow on you. Making you
wear foundation. Such a prissy little girl. She loves her makeup. Good
girl. Good little girl. Bat your eyes so I can see your precious pink
eyeshadow. Time for your mascara now, pansy. Nice and thick and black.
Blink your eyes. Good girl. Oh my! Your eyes look so pretty. Just like
the girl you are from now on. Bet you love wearing mascara. You will be
wearing it every day starting today. Yes, even to school, sissy. Look
in the mirror, Megan. You are such a cute girl. A cute little girl in
makeup. Here, let me brush your blush on your cheeks. Perfect!! Holly??
Ready to do her hair now?"
And behind me came Holly. Grinning from ear to ear as she saw me with
full makeup on. Teasing me in an adult-talking-to-child voice:
"Does mommy's little girl like her new makeup? Aww! So precious and
sweet. Beth will put on your lipstick while I start brushing your hair,
pansy. You know you need to wear lipstick. Frosty pink to match your
eyeshadow."
Holly started brushing my hair out straight (it seemed to grow longer
with each brushstroke until it was down over my shoulders) while Beth
took out a tube of pink lipstick and held it right in front of my eyes,
teasingly spinning the wet tube up and out until the flowery smell of
it filled my head. Then she slowly stroked it on my upper and lower
lips. When she was done, she took out a clear lipgloss that smelled
like strawberries and rolled it across my lips. Meanwhile, Holly had
parted my hair down the middle and made two little pigtails which stuck
out on each side of my head. She tied a little pink ribbon in each one
and they hung down and fluttered in the air with the slightest movement
of my head. Then she teased and brushed little bangs straight across
the front of my hair before settling a dainty pink lace hairband behind
my ears. It had a fluffy pink flower on one side. Not satisfied, she
attached a row of three shiny pink barrettes on one side of my hair.
They were shaped like ribbon bows. That was when I started crying. Beth
was nowhere to be seen. Holly put on a mock concerned voice and said:
"Aww don't cry, princess. You don't want to ruin your makeup. We will
just put it on you again. You better get used to it. You will be
wearing makeup the rest of the school year. Look in the mirror. That's
right pansy, look. This is what we did to you. And what we will keep
doing to you. You are just a little girl for us to play with now."
At this point Beth returned with a little poster board and set it in my
lap. I could read the pink words in marker written on it when I looked
down:
HONORARY 6TH GRADE GIRL, MEGAN PANSY, 11 YEARS OLD
With horror, I saw that she had her camera out. Just then Holly, who at
this point in the dream magically morphed into Hannah, began tickling
me under my arms. As soon as I smiled, Beth, who had now become Paige,
began snapping pictures. Then she showed them to me. There I was
captured in the photos on her phone with my face fully made-up, my hair
in pigtails, and the sign saying I was now a member of the 6th grade
girl's class with a big smile on my face which made it seem like I
loved it. To my shock they began to untie me. They dragged me to
Hannah's bed where I sat like a zombie. She began to speak:
"Time for your pretty clothes, pansy! And what do pansies like you
wear? What do little sissies who want to be sixth grade girls wear?
Answer me princess!"
And she slapped me hard across my face. And threatened to do it again.
Paige mouthed the word "panties" to me and I got it. I whispered back
to Hannah:
"Panties...they wear panties."
"Yes. Good girl! They wear pretty panties! Pansies like you wear
panties. Put on your panties, little girl. You are untied now so go
ahead and pull them up your legs. {when did my clothes disappear? Dream
logic, I guess} Good girl. Oh my God. So sweet in your little princess
panties. Spin for us, sweetheart. Good girl. Spin again or get slapped.
Yes, model your panties for us. Now beg for your training bra. Beg for
your training bra, Megan, or I will let Paige spank your over her knees
on your panties. Do you want that? To lay over her legs in her jeans
and get spanked until you cry like a little girl again in front of us?
That's what I thought. Now beg!"
"P-please can I wear a training bra?"
"yes, you may. Good girl. Hold out your arms and let me slide it on
you. You will get used to it. All little girls do. Now step into your
little pink denim jean skirt. Perfect! Snap it closed, Megan. Do you
like it? Do you like wearing a pretty skirt just like the rest of the
girls? Aww! You don't know what to do with your hands do you, pansy?
Hold them limp, sissy. Good girl. Now's let's get your blouse on you.
Paige? Can you button up her blouse in the back while I get her new
heels?"
And Paige softly buttoned me into the white silk, see-through blouse.
When I looked down, I could see the pink training bra right through it.
The sleeves were puffy and had ribbons at the little cut out scoops
where they buttoned down at the top of each arm. I jumped when Hannah
slapped my ass through my jean skirt:
"Step into your pretty white high heels, sissy. Good girl. Hold onto me
and stand up. Aww. So cute seeing you in a skirt and high heels. Here,
hold this little pink purse in the crook of your arm. Now walk, pansy.
Walk around the room for me and Paige. Good girl. Sway those hips,
faggot. Swing your purse. This is what you are wearing to school
tomorrow. This is what you are wearing when you eat with the rest of
the sixth-grade girls at lunch. This is what you are wearing to each of
your classes. This is what you are wearing in front of mom when you get
back from school. So she can see what you are. Good girl. Now, hold
your shoulders back and walk in your pretty high heels. Push out your
little prissy chest. Try to show of your little boobs. Such a pansy.
Such a weak little pansy. In her bra and panties and skirt and high
heels. Prancing around so she won't get spanked."
And then I snapped. I got angry and talked back and tried to stand my
ground like a real guy would. But they were too much for me. I was too
weak and too clumsy in the heels. I was pushed hard by Hannah and fell
right over Paige's lap as she sat on the bed. I felt my little denim
skirt being pushed roughly onto my lower back. Then the spanking began.
Paige's palm smacking against my little quivering pantied ass harder
and harder. And I started to cry really hard and I kicked my legs and
begged for it to end. And then I looked up and saw her giggling in the
doorway.
It was Alyssa. But now she was older. And meaner looking. Dressed in
black leather. Smiling but scary. And stroking something. Stroking
something at her waist and crooking a finger at me and beckoning me
toward her. My eyes locked on her waist. The thing she was stroking. A
big black, shiny, rigid cock. A strap-on. And the girls behind me
giggling too and standing me on my feet. Pushing me towards this new
Alyssa. Me floating toward her on my high heels like a moth to a flame.
A frilly sissy moth in a miniskirt.
And then the lights flipped on and Hannah stood in the doorway of my
room.
"Get up Megan. Time to put on a fashion show for me and mom. Did you
have fun today, little sister?"
To Be Continued.....
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