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From out of the blue, I had received an invitation to Billy's funeral. I
hadn't seen him since seventh grade. We had been friends, but grew apart
then my family moved, before they died in a car accident. When I moved
into the dorm this year, some old mutual acquaintances had filled me in
to some of Billy's exploits. I guess through them the Karny's found my
address. At any rate, here I stood at the reception after the services,
wondering why I had come. The invitation mentioned that I had been left
something, but I had no idea what that could have been, but I had always
been respectful so here I was.
Mrs. Karney was doing all of the socializing and in due course, she made
her way over to me. "Oh Robbie, it is so good of you to come." I hated
the name, but certain adults just never seem to realize I had grown out
of it.
"It's good to see you again. I'm sorry about Billy. I wish there was
something I could do." Well, no I didn't, but being polite I had to say
something. She grabbed my hands and held them in her's between us. It
felt awkward, but on top of being polite, I had always been something of
a submissive and as awkward as I felt, I could not refuse the advance.
"That is so nice of you Robbie. I have to make rounds here, but please
come by the house about one tomorrow afternoon. The boys left something
for you and we can chat." She dropped my hands, grabbed my shoulders,
pulled me close and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek. I wiped at the
spot hoping not to see lipstick and breathed a sigh of relief when the
back of my hand came back into view clean.
The boys, oh my, the boys. The two of them together had been one of the
reasons for my drifting away from Billy. It all started one day when we
were all sitting on the couch in the family room. Billy's brother, older
than both of us, had asked if my privates ever tingled. The question was
out of the lue, but I saw no harm in answering. It was in a sheepish
voice, but it was a yes. Then he asked he could see "it." At first I
wasn't sure what it was, but when he bent over and unzipped my pants, I
suddenly regretted my na?ve yes. He reached in and pulled out "it" and
smiled. I was embarrassed, but, in a moment or two, found the strength
to simply replace "it" and rezip. I convinced myself on the way home it
was nothing more than changing in the gym locker room. It was, but I put
all that behind me. In the month that followed other incidents convinced
me that I had to distance myself from the boys and forget our
friendship. I thought I had, but here I was.
I spent the night watching tv in my motel room. Not very exciting, but I
didn't know many people here anymore. I decided to walk the mile to the
Karney house and arrived just a bit before one. Mrs. Karney must have
seen me coming up the block as she was holding the front door open as I
arrived. "Come in, come in. It has been so long, but come in."
The house looked the way I remembered. Nothing seemed to have changed.
She lead me into the family room, and there was a tea set on the coffee
table and she pointed to the couch. "Please, sit. We have some catching
up to do." I hadn't sat here since, well, in a long time. Dr. Karney
isn't here, but he remembered that you used to enjoy the fizzy drinks he
made for you and boys, so he left some powder and I mixed one for you."
The doc was always giving us special "stuff" he called it. Usually it
was flavored fizzy water. I' remembered feeling more relaxed after
drinking his water and was half hoping for the same results now.
I didn't know why I was nervous, Mrs. Karney had never made me feel
awkward before, but I just felt strange here without her sons. "I don't
know if anyone has told you, but both boys are gone now. It seems so
quiet around here. Billy never left, though his brother left for
Buffalo. He was beaten up at a bar somewhere and never recovered. And
now Billy too. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off. But what of you?
We heard about your parents. I'm so sorry."
"Thank you. I've been doing pretty well. Second year at college. It's
tough, but manageable." I was feeling better, more relaxed, in fact a
bit light headed. "I don't get away much." I was wondering, did Billy,
well did he, ..." I wanted to ask if he had ever given up wearing
dresses, but caught myself. "Did he ever get to college?"
"Oh no. He stayed home and helped around the house. He helped his father
and his friends out from time to time, but that was about all." I was
only half listening. After my second fizzy water, I was feeling a bit
funny. I was having a hard time focusing on anything but the memories of
this house. "Are you alright?"
"Yes mam. I was just remembering." A deep sigh and I noticed she had
moved to the couch and a hand was now on my knee.
"Pleasant memories I hope."
"Ah yes." They hadn't been, but for some reason that all seemed so long
ago, and no one got hurt, so they could have been worse. My leg was
tingling where Mrs. Karney's hand lay. She patted my thigh and rose.
"Well, the boys left you something upstairs. Please come along now."
I rose too, though it seemed it was not entirely of my own volition. I
followed as she ascended the stairs and turned into Billy's old room.
Not much had changed from the old days. My eyes wondered and then caught
the bed. There, laid out so neatly was a pink lacy party dress,
petticoats, lacy panties, a suspender belt, White stockings, a training
bra, Shirley Temple wig, and a pair of shiny black Mary Janes. She must
have seen my amazement.
"Ah, so you remember. My boys told me everything. I saved this outfit
after you stopped coming over. It is pretty. Did you like it?"
"I.... I..."
"Speak up and tell me the truth."
" Yes, mam I did. I have tried to forget. I don't do that anymore." I
was mortified, but couldn't refuse to answer. My words came out even
though I didn't want them too.
"You will call me mommy from now on please." She stood behind me
stroking my hair. "I'm glad you still wear it long. I remember thinking
how nice and full it was." I was a statue in here hands. "Weren't those
good days?"
"Yes,... mommy." I couldn't help it. I had to answer. I watched as she
crossed the room.
"I know you didn't tell anyone what you boys did in here, but I have
found out." She turned on a television and press a button on a VCR.
There on the screen was a video of Billy and I having a tea party
dressed as girls. I was in the outfit on the bed. Billy's brother
towered over us in a tux. This was why I had stopped coming to see
Billy. Something inside told me this was wrong, but it felt so good. I
knew if I continued, I would never stop. I was mesmerized by the video.
The older brother had filmed us through a two way mirror in the closet
door. It had strutted in front of that mirror, admiring myself. And
there it was being played back. "I miss my Billy. She was a good
daughter. Now I know you've grown up, so come with me Rebecca. That was
what they named you isn't it?"
Yea it was. I hadn't heard that name in years. "Yes mommy." I couldn't
help myself.
We walked towards the bathroom. "Now, just to be clear, I have several
copies of that video ready to mail out. I also have some stills of you
getting dressed that I can mail. So relax, and everything will be fine
and no one will find out your little secret." We went into the bathroom
and on the vanity were shaving supplies, depilatory tubes and hair
supplies. I was in rejection, revulsion and submission all at the same
time. I wanted to run but could not, and part of me did not want to. I
was confused, but mommy helped me out. "Now, take a shower, and use the
hair remover everywhere, then shave close on your face. Call me when
you're done. Do you understand Becca?"
All I could manage was a demure, "Yes mommy."
My mind raced through the memories of the tea parties as I performed my
chores. Once dried off, I found a light quiana robe that I wrapped
around me and I sat on the toilet and, "I'm done mommy."
I was told to stand and slowly turn in front of her. " My, my. One might
suspect you did this every day. You don't do you?"
"No mommy."
We spent some time in the bathroom. Mommy took one of the hair products
and rewashed my hair. As I sat waiting for the product to do whatever,
she took a syringe and withdrew fluid from a bottle of saline. "Billy
loved this. We'll improve this with a more permanent solution later."
She then injected the fluid several time around each of my nipples. She
kept a towel around my shoulders and over my chest from doing my hair,
but I could tell something was up since my chest felt different somehow.
Tighter at first and the towel touch my chest differently.
Mommy rinsed my hair and worked some kind of gel into it. Then she set
it in curlers and covered my head in a plastic cap. "Now come with me."
She took my hand and lead my into what had been the older brother's
room. With a grand arm swing she introduced me to the room. "Do you like
it?"
I was pink. The walls a subtle rose. The double bed covered in a lacy
duvet with flowers all over it. There was a pink dresser and dressing
table covered in cosmetics. Mommy walked over and opened the closet. It
looked straight out of an early sixties movie. Dresses, petticoats,
slips, shoes on the floor, skirts, blouses all neatly hung. Then she
opened the dresser drawers; bras, panties, girdles, suspender belts,
stockings. The small box on the dresser was full of ear rings,
necklaces, bracelets, even a sparkly head band or two.
"Well, what do you think?" I stood dumbfounded. "No matter, we'll talk
about this later. Sit down at the dressing table and face the door. I
sat and stared out into the hall. Mommy came over and hooked a hose into
the cap on my head and started a drier that resided on the table. As I
sat she fussed, first a small injection into each cheek and my chin.
Then mascara and eyelashes. All sorts of face powders and creams, were
applied to my face and color to my nails, that were enhanced with
extensions, all in the course of my hair drying.
As she performed her work, mommy had me watch another video. This one
was of girls dressing and undressing; nothing sexual, but just dressing
and undressing. The order was always the same and the manner consistent.
Finally the drying ordeal was over and the cap was removed.
As I sat, mommy took off the towel around my shoulders and I caught my
first glance at the two mounds on my chest. They were nearly as large as
mommy's. Unconsciously my hands went to them and cupped them. A shudder
went down my spine. "Enough exploration Rebecca. It is time to begin
getting dressed. Please begin and then come back here to finish your
makeup."
I stood and walked over to the dresser as if I had done so a hundred
times. I could feel the on my chest mounds bounce as I walked. Panties,
raised up my shaved legs. A bra, the tag told me a B cup, clasped around
my waist, then raised to surround my new beasts. A suspender belt tight
enough to nip my waist a bit. Stockings added to the reminder that my
legs were no long covered in hair. Finally there was a poofy black
petticoat. Mommy gestured me back to the table seat and I complied, once
again facing the hall. "Now, I will help you finish your makeup."
I turned to face the mirror on the dressing table. I was not there. A
young lady stared back. High cheeked, oval eyed and slightly busty.
Mommy lead over and point out what brush or pad to choose and what
product to apply. Taking my hand, she showed me where and how to put the
finishing touches on my face. With eyes, cheeks and lips done, I had
truly disappeared. Rebecca stared back at me from the mirror.
"Who is that?" Mommy's voice came through my dulled senses. Who is that
in the mirror?"
"Me mommy. That is me."
"And what is your name?"
"Rebecca mommy. My name is Rebecca." A tear began to form in the corner
of my eye. Mommy grabbed a tissues and softly blotted it.
"Now, now, none of that. We can't have you ruining your makeup. I have
hung you dress on the door of the closet. Get it and I will help you put
it on."
I rose and moved toward the closet. I swished as I walked, feeling the
petticoat against my stockinged legs. I felt the movement through my
chest, held in my bra, I was conscious of a hundred new feelings. They
were somehow foreign, but I knew they were my feelings. My new reality.
The dress was a black chiffon cocktail dress. Again, so sixties. I
picked the hanger off the door and walked back to mommy. She took the
hanger and faced the back of the dress to me. "Take it of the hanger." I
unzipped it and took it off the hanger. "Now, over the head, careful of
the curlers."
I raised the frock and gently let it fall over me. I couldn't see but I
could feel. The half sleeves slipped over my arms. The skirt flick
around as it fell, first over my chest, then waist and on to just below
my knees. The neckline revealed my chest to just above my bra. When I
could see again, mommy was moving behind me. She grasped the zipper and
raised it slowly to the nape of my neck and emphatically pressed the
clasp to assure it could not accidentally fall. For the first time, I
began to feel the finality of the trap I was in. I was told to re-sit
myself and I did so.
The curlers were now removed from my hair. Combed out, I realized I was
now a blond with a shoulder length flip. Mommy handed me ear rings and
bracelets. I put them on without hesitation. A double strand of pearls
was clasped around my neck. I was handed a pair of black patent leather
pumps with what looked to be two inch heels. I slipped them on and
without the need to be told, I stood up and moved to the full length
mirror on the closet door. Rebecca was complete, so I thought.
Mommy left me with another video on deportment. Parties, dinners,
walking, dancing, all sorts of examples of expected behavior. Then the
last was a masked affair that seemed out of place. Men in robes, with
masks and women kneeling in front of them. The women reached up, and
there the scene always ended. Mommy came back into the room in a full
length black gown, looking flawless.
She reached for my hand as I sat and I placed my fingers in her palm as
I rose. "Shall we enjoy ourselves? I'm just dying to show you the
basement."
I was wobbly, but I mad it down the stairs, both flights. The old train
table was no longer there. The floor war carpeted and a bar sat where
once out trains had run. The lighting was low except for the bar.
Strange contraptions were placed around the room. "This was one of
Billy's favorite places." Mommy slipped behind the bar and started to
pick through the glasses. "How about a little more fizzy and some
Vodka?"
"Yes, mommy." I took the glass and sipped as I had seen in the video. I
sat cross legged at the bar and placed the glass on a napkin. I couldn't
help mimic what I then knew was a lesson. As we sipped, mommy asked
about the bedroom tea parties and I answered every question. Then she
told me that later on she would tell me a surprise.
Our time was interrupted by the sound of the kitchen door opening and
the voices of several people. I thought I should be panicked, but could
emote. I remained seated at the bar until the basement door opened and
people came down the steps. Dr. Karney lead the way and two couples and
a single two single men joined our party. I stood as I knew I should,
being the youngest in the room.
Dr. Karney went over to mommy and kissing her cheek looked over to me.
"So Rebecca, still enjoying the fizzy water I see."
I looked at mommy. "That's alright dear, daddy has always known it was
you who dipped into the jar in the kitchen."
As if I had been given a cue, "Yes daddy, I still like it." I smiled
shyly and curtsied slightly. The others chuckled and began to order
drinks and munch on snacks.
I wasn't the center of attention, but there were questions. Did I enjoy
being back home? Where did I get such a pretty dress. Why wasn't a girl
like me married yet? I answered as best I could, all the while truly
enjoying the experience. Everything from the feel of the clothes to the
feel of me in them. I especially came to accept the look of myself in
the mirror, mingling with these people. The actions I was shown in the
videos were a bit strained at first, but became more natural as the
evening wore on. I even sat when in the powder room and wiped the end of
"it" before tucking and returning to the party. Just before another
visit to the loo, I could see through the small basement windows that it
was dark outside. The evening had slipped away. I entered the small
bathroom wondering how I was going to get back to my motel room. I lost
the thought when I went back to the bar. The lighting was lower than it
had been and the edges of the room were dark. No one was to be seen. I
heard a group behind me and noticed the women standing shoulder to
shoulder, looking at me, smiling and holding their drinks. A sound made
me turn around and see the men. One by one they came from the dark to
stand in a semi-circle a few steps from me. They wore black robes and
white masks. "Who comes here?" they asked in unison.
The women each placed a hand on my shoulders. "This is Rebecca."
The video flashed through my mind. "Rebecca, do you come to serve?"
My mind flashed something akin to fear and disgust, "Yes I come to
serve." What was I saying? I took a couple of steps forward and dropped
to my knees. Oh my god, I was doing what the video had shown and there
was no stopping me. I reached out to the first robe, opened it and
looked at the naked body in it. T was shaking inside. He reached down
clasped his shaft and moved nearer to me. I reached up, opened my mouth
and kissed the end. I did this to each of the men. Then I returned to
first man.
"Then Rebecca, serve us." I reached out again and took him in my mouth.
I licked and moved my head back and forth for several minutes until I
felt a change in his shaft and he shot a load of hot seamen into my
mouth. I managed to swallow most of it. Four more episodes and I had
sucked each man in the semi-circle. I was embarrassed. I had cum on my
face and some dripped on my chest.
The women were chattering behind me, but I couldn't make out what they
were saying. Mommy came over and bent over me. "Come child, they wish to
see you over here." She took me over to one of the contraptions I had
notice earlier and turned on a small light.
"Please get up onto the table." It was at my knee level so it wasn't too
difficult. "Now face this way and get on your hands and knees with your
head here."
I complied and found as did so my wrists and ankles were strapped into
cuffs attached to the table. My neck was strapped as well and hooks were
placed into my nostrils the effect was my head held so I had to look at
the line of women standing in front of me. I was on my hands and knees
help to a frame that prevented me from moving.
I could feel a hand run up my right thigh, then my left. My dress skirt
and petticoat were moved so they laid on my back. My panties were pulled
to my knees and the exploring hands rubbed my butt cheeks, then slapped
them one after the other. A cold something was applied between them and
the hands spread them apart. My mind was racing, but had no time to
focus. A hard shaft was presented to my face and thrust into my mouth
and throat. On its second thrust, I felt someone enter me from behind. I
couldn't see the women but I heard their giggles and talk. The mouth man
came first and moved aside. Mommy gave a little wave and blew a kiss.
Another came over and offered me a sip of her drink and whispered to me,
"You are doing so well Rebecca. So well."
I didn't have to do them all, but after several more episodes at that
contraption, I was slowly unclasped. Before they removed the hold on my
neck, I was shown a collar. "Please kiss this." I did so, and felt it
being placed around my neck and the hasp secured. Into one of the rings,
a leash was attached and the end handed to one of the masked men. "On
the floor girl!" A new tone entered the games they were playing.
I got down on all fours on the floor and was lead around the room by the
leash. I was crying now. My walk ended in another corner of the room.
There was what looked like the overflow tube for a washing machine in
the corner with a frame surrounding it. Many hooks were on the frame. My
collar was attached to a hook at a height that made me kneel. One of the
women came over and reached behind me to unzip my dress. She pulled the
bodice down to my waist and then placing cuffs on my wrists, attached
them to the frame so I was spread eagle to the room. She then loosened
my bra so that it hung in front of me above my breasts.
The men all circled me and the women came over. They fondled the men and
sucked and jerked. At the proper moment, each stepped forward and
unloaded on my face and chest. I was there for a long time. Whenever one
of the men wanted, they came over and jerked onto me. When I finally
looked like a glazed donut, I was let go. Mommy let me loose and
replaced my bra and zipped me back up. She handed me my panties and I
put them back on. I stood there. I was ashamed but had no capacity to
show it. She looked at me. "Very well done my dear."
The party was back at the bar. No robes, no masks. It was as if nothing
had happened since the first drinks. I was covered in cum, I had
swallowed, I don't know how much, but all was going on as if none of
that had happened. I was offered a drink and a seat at the bar. I took
the glass, sat, crossed my legs and took a sip. The men looked and the
women at times, touched my shoulder lightly and grinned.
The party went over to look at one of the apparatus and daddy came over
to me. "You've done well Rebecca, better than Billy ever did. You should
know, that mommy and I have known all along what you boys were up to. In
fact, we encouraged our two. That's how you came to have the dresses and
things years ago. We have all of the films, then and tonight. Mommy
dearly misses the boys, especially daughter Billy. As with him, I will
see that you are rewarded with proper treatments to transition. Now
Rebecca, on the bar is a clutch. It has some essentials, and a wallet.
In it is an ID for Rebecca Karney, a secretary to Mr. Lawson over there.
Now pick it up, go over and say your goodnights then go up to bed in
your room." He wiped a spot clear on my forehead and gave me a kiss.
I sat for a moment, looked up at her, picked up the clutch, walked over
to the group, curtsied, thanked them for the evening, begged my leave
and went off to my room, Rebecca's room.
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