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Creating A Hellion Elizabeth Parris Lonnie wasn't going to allow herself to go down the hopeless dead-end path that her mother and aunt had been forced to follow. They weren't forced she thought to herself. They were both smart, but they just couldn't imagine another life. Well, once every now and again Aunt Chloe talked about getting' out of here, but Ma always told her to shush up less she wanted trouble. That ain't going to happen to me. Gonna go down to the recruiter in the county seat and join up. Make it so I get out of here the day after graduation. That fat shithead stepfather ain't going to kill me by making me his slave like he killed Ma. No one knows what happened to Aunt Chloe. They all say she must have been kidnaped by whoever beat her date half to death. Won't put it past her to have beaten him herself and then taken off. She wasn't much older than I am now. Well... I'll fix step-daddy and that dopey faggot son of his... Just don't know how...yet. The young girl was as good as her word as far as going to the county seat. At eighteen years old she didn't need any family member or responsible to sign off on her recruitment form. There was only one recruiter when she got there so she had no choice but to sign up for the navy. Next, she went to the hardware store and bought a can of insect spray. That would make for an easy start. Graduation day arrived but Lonnie wasn't going to celebrate, at least not in any conventional way. She had long known about the peep hole stepdaddy's son had drilled into her wall. Lonnie used to smirk as she unzipped her jeans and then stepped out of view leaving a frustrated Rob to beat off. Now he was going to get his. Stepdaddy was out when she got back from graduation. She announced to Rob that she couldn't wait to "get out of this silly white dress." "Case you need some help..." It was hard for her to keep from slapping Rob. She had always wanted to take him on but stepdaddy would have punished her and Ma if she did. Now that Ma was dead and buried almost six months there would be no consequences for anyone. Oh, sure stepdaddy might bluster but we both knew that if he ever tried to beat me, it would be him who got the worst of it." Then again there might be some consequences but just not for Lonnie. Or so she thought. Rob followed her upstairs. He was just too obvious. The poor sap all but drooled as she smiled at him. "Well, you could help me with this zipper." She turned her back to him and lifted her ponytail to expose her neck. She felt his hand quivering with anticipation as he fussed with the zipper. Turning to him, she grabbed his wrist, twisting it ever so slightly. Just enough to make him wince. "I'll take over from here." She unzipped a tiny bit further enabling the youth to see the edge of her snow-white bra. The door closed. Ron raced to the adjoining room. The girl smiled as she stood in a spot that would give Rob the optimal view as she undressed. She stepped out of the dress and smiled at the peephole. "Like what you see, Rob?" "You knew...No wonder you always moved away so I couldn't see nothing." "Today's different. I got a real big surprise for you!" She moved to the peephole, picked up the insect spray and squirted it through the peephole. "Told you I had a surprise," she half giggled as Rob screamed in agony. "Oh, it must hurt. I'll be right in to help you." Clad only in heels, garter belt, hose, and matching white bra and panties, she grabbed Rob by his hair, towed him to the bathroom sink and began to flush his eyes with running water. After several minutes, she pulled him away from the sink and led the blubbering boy to her room. A provocative yet threatening smile as she ran her tongue over her teeth. With startling speed, her knee connected with Rob's crotch. The would- be assailant had become her victim! Lonnie knelt alongside him and pulled the whimpering youth's head off the floor by his hair. He looked at her pleadingly only to have her bang his head against the floor. "Nothing I would enjoy more than to beat you slow, real slow to make the pain last. And then when you faint, I'll wake you up and do it again. But I have got to save my strength and my anger for stepdaddy but not right now, not for a long time but when that times come... Oh, you like my stockings? Course you do. Well, you're gonna get to see how they feel only not in the way you want, faggot! You know you want to try on my panties and that it'd be for a start. Well, it ain't going to happen today." She undid the garter clasps, rolled down the stocking and used it to tie his hands behind his back. The second stocking served as a gag. "You're getting hard!" It was part question, part exclamation. Lonnie slammed the panicked boy's head against the wall. She held Rob in place with one forearm across his throat and with her free hand undid his belt buckle and the top buttons of his jeans leaving her would be assailant whimpering incoherently. "No doubt about it, sissy boy. You're real, real hard. You like being beat up by a girl. Bet I can make you cum." A sardonic smile as she again drove her knee into his balls. Lonnie eased off at the instant of contact. Still, it was hard enough to make Rob gasp. He slid to the floor as Lonnie released him. "The way that cock of yours is twitching proves you like this. Sorry, little fella. I can't waste time with toying with you." She knocked him to the floor and ground her heel against his balls. Rob screamed a scream that was a blend of ecstasy and pain as his cock shot wave after wave of cum onto his belly and chest. Lonnie felt herself moisten as she grinned down at her victim. Wow! Feels so good to embarrass a boy, especially one that's older than me. Gotta find out how hot it can really get me, how far I can go with this. Bullying guys is really neat, a real turn-on. But with a real guy, not like this fag. Closer to twenty than nineteen and he's built like a twelve-year-old girl. Swear to Jesus I'll get my chance to bully some real guys but for now I gotta clear out real quick. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// A quick shower and then into fresh clothing. Her small zipper bag was already packed. A phone call to her girlfriend and then she stepped outside to wait for the girl to pick her up. "Let's kiss good-bye now," Lonnie said as she leaned over and covered Annie's mouth with her own. The tip of Lonnie's tongue flickered across her girlfriend's. "Not now. We'll get off together when I get back...Nah. Never gonna come back here." She smiled inwardly as her friend's face showed her disappointment. "You know you might get lucky with Rob." "Lonnie, just stop with smart-ass remarks. That step-brother or half- brother or whatever he is...You made his life just as miserable as he did yours...More so on account of all the boys bullying him and most of the girls tormenting him every chance they got. Poor guy. Gotta give him this; Too pretty for a boy but he would've been a really cute girl." Lonnie's right. Rob's looks are wasted on a boy... The pair sat in silence, but Annie knew that Lonnie was really stewing over Annie's telling her something she didn't want to hear. Then Annie spoke up. "Lonnie, one of the things I really like about you was that you could be so bitchy and seem so nice. Good thing you're getting out of here otherwise I might get tired of covering for you being so nasty. Wasn't anyone's fault that I lost a year of school when I had scarlet fever. Before that we had plans to do big things together, leave here and go to a big city and then the sky would be the limit. You know what? Even though we're both eighteen, you graduated but I'm stuck here for another year and stuck with the reputation of being your kiss-ass." Lonnie sat open-mouthed, unable to say a word. Her fists closed and opened. Her nails dug deeply into the heels of her hands each time her fists closed. "What's the matter, Miss Lonnie? Cat got your tongue? Too bad you weren't nearly as good at impressing and using people as you thought you were." Lonnie was close to tears now as her voice shook as she interrupted the younger girl, she thought was her friend. "Annie...I know why you turned against me. Now that I won't be around her any more...You won't get all the attention you got 'cause I let you be my friend, let you hang around with me. What's so funny?" "You have it backwards, kiddo. Think about it. You weren't popular until you cozied up to me. Now it's over. Just calm down and let's share one more real kiss before you get out of the car." Damn it all. Annie's right. She was the one who called the shots and I was dopey enough to think I was in charge. I feel so ashamed...Shit! My panties are wet. This got me turned on! Annie put the car in gear and drove around the block. She pulled into an alley between two abandoned buildings. "Why'd you kill the engine? That recruiter got my bus ticket so I can get to Bainbridge, wherever that is. I can't be late." "Don't get all hot bothered. Of course, you can get all hot and not bothered, least not the way I plan it. We got a little time to say good-bye...the way I want to." Annie slipped from behind the steering wheel pushing Lonnie against the passenger door. Lonnie looked down and away from Annie. Other than that, Lonnie offered no resistance as Annie put her hand under the already aroused girl's skirt and rested it on the inside of her thigh a few inches above the knee. The pair remained silent for a few minutes as their breathing deepened. In a flash Lonnie grabbed Annie's breast and squeezed but not with sexual intent. Annie screeched and tried to free herself from the punishing grip. Lonnie's response was to twist Annie's breast as she shoved her free hand under Annie's skirt throwing the girl on her back kicking and screaming. Poor Annie was embarrassed by having failed in her attempt to force Lonnie to French kiss her and by her skirt having slip up high enough to expose the edge of her white cotton panties. "Bitch! You didn't have to hurt me so bad..." "I sure did. You didn't think I would just sit and let you bad mouth me like you did and that I'd take it? And did you believe I'd let you tease me like we were ready to make out?" Annie's only response was to sniffle and try to dab away her tears with the top of her wrists. After a few seconds, Annie grasped the hem of her skirt in a not very effective attempt to cover her thighs. It might also have been an attempt to call attention to her panties and very smooth thighs. "You flirting with me?" mocked Lonnie. The wry smile on her face added to Annie's realization that her attempt to dominate Lonnie had failed miserably. "Honest, Lonnie, I didn't mean to start nothing. Just needed to get you to see that I was the real draw...You didn't have to hurt me so bad. You hurt my boobs bad enough so that they'll be sore for a month, not to mention bruises showing." Lonnie was starting to feel some slight degree of remorse, but remorse mixed with a sense of power. "Want me to kiss them better?" The remark was intended to lighten the mood, but Lonnie knew at once that it fell short. "Darn it all! You should've asked me that when we practiced French kissing. Don't you know I've been hot for you since forever? Okay, so I said it and I feel better. Nothing we can do about it now, so you don't have to beat me up for coming on to you like we're both queer." "Beat you? Hell no. Nothing I'd have liked better than to have made out with you: some real heavy petting and that would have been just for starters. Now come close and kiss me, you dope." Lonnie put her hand on Annie's pubic mound and fingered her through the thin cotton panties. "Why'd you stop?" complained Annie. "Why don't you try some petting with Rob?" "Stop making fun of me." "I'm not making fun of you. He's pretty and skinny. It'd be like making out with a girl, a girl with something extra case you want to go all the way. And didn't you say, just a couple of minutes ago, that he could be a real cute girl? Now get me to the bus station." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Rob lay curled up on the floor with his arms wrapped around his knees. New and very different feelings flooded his brain and his body. This is too weird. It happened so quick. It should've hurt, and it did, but it felt good at the same time. Freaky! Damn, Lonnie called it right. She was making me hot, but hot like I never been. And when she was on her knees hurting me it was like she was torturing me and turning me on all at the same time. I should've been scared and I was, but I wanted her to keep on doing it. My cock was harder than It ever was. Shit! I'm getting hard just thinking about what Lonnie did to me. Gotta cum or I'll go crazy." By this time Rob had uncurled his body and was frozen on one knee as if he wasn't sure whether to stand or just stay on the floor. She was right. I really want to try on her panties...and her bras, too. He got to his feet and squeezed his own balls through his jeans. "No. not yet. Don't cum. Another minute and the I'll be sure..." He desperately yanked open a drawer of Lonnie's decrepit dresser. "Great! This is it!" He yanked down his jeans and his brief underpants with one hand and grabbed a pair of yellow satin panties with the other. He tried to walk to Lonnie's bed but his jeans, now around his knees, tripped him. He lay on his back, panting in anticipation. He caressed his very hard shaft and his balls with the panties. A slow stirring built up in his groin as he began to whimper. His legs and arms vibrated out of control and his back arched as high a pitched screech erupted in this throat. Wave after wave of cum geysered out of his twitching hard-on with an intensity that he could never have even imagined before. Rob lay spent and panting, unable and unwilling to move. He swept his fingertips through the cum that had reached his tummy, brought his hand to his mouth and tasted the cum. Everything that had happened since Lonnie set him up and then forced him to submit to the intense mental and physical pain that both humiliated and aroused him and had culminated in an intense climax, intense beyond his wildest fantasies, fantasies which until that moment had been unimaginable, but mostly just plain vanilla. "Shit! I've always been a faggot, more like a girl than a boy. Tried to be something better, pretended to like rough games but I always got scared...Come to think of it, I was good at girl games; jump rope. jacks...Around third or fourth grade even the girls started teasing me. Some of them shoved me when they chased me away. Say, those panties felt so good against my dick. No wonder I got so hard...." The crunch of tires on the gravel driveway put an end to Rob's reverie of self-discovery. Father was home. Rob managed to get himself presentable. He glanced behind him as he opened the bedroom door. A moment of panic as he saw Lonnie's panties on the floor of his room. "Good thing I saw them. Dad will beat me half to death if he found them in my room. Toss them under my pillow. What's he yelling about anyhow? "Rob, get down here. We got cause to celebrate. That useless trash stepsister of yours got on a bus heading for the navy. Good riddance to her. One thing that's for sure is she ain't allowed back in this house, not even in this town. I'll kill her if she ever shows herself..." The overweight, flabby man stopped as his breathing became more labored. "Just gotta catch my breath. Hurts so bad just to breathe." Rob smirked behind his father's back. "Hope he drops dead of a heart attack soon. No way am I gonna remind him what the doctor told him. This'd be a good time to get on his nerves. Yeah, 'specially considering how winded he already is." "You ought to be careful, Daddy. Some of those girls in her crowd are real ferocious, real cruel if they get the upper hand on a guy." "You crazy, boy? Thinking that some scrawny little slut could even begin to give a man a fight. Maybe I ought to start by beating your useless skinny ass. Like as not a girl could kick you around the block seeing you was always a sissy." The enormous man struggled to get to his feet as he brandished his fist at Rob. "Time you got a lesson in respect." "Daddy... take it easy." Rob's voice stuck in his throat as he knew provoking his father had always come with a price. His father was on his feet, his face purple with exhaustion and fury at being defied by his scrawny, pretty-boy son. His hand flew at Rob with enough force to make the winded brute stagger forward. "You damn pansy, you always been more like a girl than a real boy." Again, he lunged at Ron who sidestepped, let Daddy stagger past him, and then took advantage of the pig's inertia to shove him forward. The bullying man fell flat on his belly, his breath knocked out of him. I pushed him and he fell, and he can't get up! Means he can't shove me around anymore. It feels so good...Maybe if I hurt him, he'll lay off me. Rob stared down at his helpless father. The boy gloated as the man tried to get to his feet but collapsed before he could even get to his knees. The slight youth wondered if he should try to help his father to his feet but feared that if he got near him the man might grab hold of him and hurt him. Even if he let Rob help him, there was no way the bony weakling could help his massive, blubbery father to his feet. The choice was to telephone for help or to wait for Daddy to recover. But what if he was having a heart attack or a stroke or something like that? Well, well. So now he needs me. Might be better for me and anyone else who ever got in his way to just let him die. Think I'll take a walk. No! Can't leave him though. Better call the emergency people. Daddy's bellowing interrupted Ron's reflections. After a few minutes his bellowing had softened to occasional murmurs punctuated by gasps. The man's breathing was irregular now, his face turning blue. Rob folded his arms across his chest as he contemplated his father's agony. Could it be he's really dying? Might be good if he did die. Lonnie's real smart to get away from here. Like to do the same but the army or the navy wouldn't let someone like me join up. Got to figure this out. Hey, I better call for an ambulance; not that I give a hoot in hell if he croaks. No good if I get in trouble over him dying. The ambulance pulled out of the gravel driveway and onto the macadam. No siren as there were never many cars along that road. Rob stared open mouthed in disbelief; there was none of the excitement and drama like in the movies. He all but jumped as he felt a large but gentle hand grasp his elbow. "Sorry to startle you kid." He turned quickly toward the voice which belonged to a husky but pudgy police officer. "Good lord, he's gorgeous," thought Rob. "Not the type who usually attracts me but... Better not get hard..." "Will you be okay out here by yourself? If you're not comfortable being here by yourself, we can probably find a place for you stay for a few days until your father gets out of the hospital. You got a little time to think it over. Meanwhile you have to go to the hospital with him. The admitting office needs someone to give them his personal information. I'll see to it that you get a ride home if you want to get back here." "Why would I ever want of come back to this dump? Looks like I have to stay for at least a little while. Maybe this cop can find me a place to stay. Hell, no!" Rob's face brightened as he realized this was the opportunity he dreamed of when he watched through the peephole as Lonnie moved provocatively in and out of view. It wasn't only lust for Lonnie that stimulated the very intense feelings that seemed impossible to fulfill. It was envy of the undies that Lonnie seemed so to enjoy. It was the overwhelming variety of styles, of textures, of colors that so fascinated the effeminate boy. More than that was that the variety of panties which allowed Lonnie to express her moods whether softly feminine or aggressively seductive that he so envied, that he so wanted to have enjoy. Ron was abruptly awakened from his daydream by the sudden stop of the police car at the hospital's emergency entrance. "We're here, Miss Carling." Is he teasing me, making fun of me? Doesn't seem like the kind who would. Oh, my gosh! Maybe he really thinks I'm a girl. Ron paused as he felt his face growing warm. It took a minute for him to realize he was blushing. "Sorry I can't walk you in, help you find out what's going on. I would never have guessed that an oaf like your father could have such a sweet looking kid like you." "Thanks for getting me here." Rob extended his hand. The cop looked down at the proffered hand for a second or two and then, with the shadow of a smile playing across his face, shook hands with Rob who was elated at being mistaken for a girl. Then an unanticipated reality struck. The cop ran his fingertips lightly over Rob's wrist in a casual caress. Rob shook his hand away and turned away. As Rob did so, he felt the officer's hand on his bottom too firmly to be rationalized as having happened by accident. The effeminate boy's pulse quickened as he felt both offended and flattered at being touched as a girl might be touched. This is so, so neat. Just think how easily I could fool people if I could wear makeup and girls' clothes...Not around here unless I wanted to get beaten up. Just got to figure out where this idea could lead. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Rob had no trouble finding the emergency room. His father was still being examined but the nurse in charge told him he could go to the intake area and sit with his father. "Might be better if you were near him in case he wakes up." The youth immediately understood the nurse had used "...in case he wakes up" rather than "when he wakes up." It was a gentle way of letting him know that the outcome of whatever treatment might be provided was doubtful. Rob tried hard not to show how elated his was over the very likely possibility that his father might not live out the night. Absorbed in his own thoughts as he was, he processed only a random few words that were thrown at him by staff members, words such as severe stroke, loss of expressive language, paralysis. He trembled at the thought of having to care for the bullying father who had abused him and his mother. Ron prayed silently that his father would not make it through the night. His prayers were answered. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Rob sat in the waiting area outside of the ER. He felt the relief he had anticipated on being told his father was dead. Still months away from his eighteenth birthday, the effeminate boy feared he might have to go into child care. It was an option he feared with good cause. No one, he was sure, would take a boy his age in foster care, especially not a strangely effeminate boy except... At that instant it dawned on Rob how vulnerable to physical and sexual abuse a boy like him would be if he fell into the hands of some degenerates who might foster a boy like him in order use him to satisfy their own kinky needs. Tears trickled down his cheeks as his bright fantasy of freedom faded and became a dark cloud of fear. He hugged himself even as he leaned forward and rocked slowly. "Rob?" The sound of a woman's voice called him back to the moment. He looked up to see a woman in a white coat standing in front of him. All he could manage by way of acknowledgement was a slow nod. The woman extended her hand, drew him to his feet. Rob awkwardly accepted the woman's hand. Her grip was firm, her skin warm and soft. Without releasing his hand, the woman moved closer to him. The emotionally overwhelmed boy wondered what was about to happen. Try as he might, he couldn't quite make out her name through the haze of tears that clouded his vision. "I understand that you're experiencing so many opposing emotions right now...Oh, I'm sorry, Rob, if I'm ..." Rob interrupted her. "You're right but why is my stuff any of your concern? Why not just leave me alone and let me sort it out on my own? And don't think for one second that I'm in any way going to miss that fat son of a .... You probably could guess what I was about to call him. Sorry if I went too far... Who are you and what do you want with me?" As he spoke, Rob moved away from the woman. "Rob, I'm Dr. Felsoff. The mother of a friend of your sister is on duty in the ER tonight. Annie is the friend's name." Rob tried hard not to wince at hearing Annie's name. There was something nice about her but there were also times that she was a cock-teaser who delighted in getting him all hot. Nurse Fromm thought you might benefit from the chance to talk out your feelings. It seems from what she told me you have every reason to celebrate your father's death. She checked with Annie who told her your stepsister left for the navy this morning so..." "I thought I knew every doctor and nurse in this two-bit hospital. Who are you and when did you get here?" "Just go easy, Rob! You may think you're free but you're going to need every ally you can muster, and I may be your best hope. Now listen to what I have to say; not just now but later as well. "I'm here for a few weeks to do some staff training. I'm a medical doctor specializing in psychiatry and I also hold a Ph.D. in clinical psychology. Well, here we are at my office, my home away from home. Have a seat. Coffee, tea or a hot chocolate?" Rob expected Dr. Felsoff to park herself behind the desk, the better to look down on him. Well, why not? Just about everyone he met treated him as some sort of alien being who was just too different from other people ever to be accepted anywhere and certainly not in the decrepit Pennsylvania town with its played-out coal mine. Dr Felsoff smiled at Rob as she moved a chair to face Rob's. "Really, Rob! I asked whether you might like something to drink while we chat. It's okay to say 'no, thank you' if you really don't care for anything right now. What is not okay is for you to ignore my question. Is that clear?" Even as Rob nodded, he thought sitting silently was not a good idea at all. "Yes, ma'am," he replied flatly. Dr. Felsoff smiled approvingly. "As long as you show me that you can develop a veneer of manners, we'll get on just fine." As she crossed her legs slowly, Rob was treated to a generous glimpse of stocking tops. "Do relax, Rob. I think you and I can work together to your benefit. However, there are times when we can't be too fussy over what might not be proper. That's if we're both comfortable being open and loose." Rob nodded although he was not at all sure of Dr. Felsoff's meaning. The woman paused briefly and the went on. "I understand that you've always had trouble fitting in with kids your own age, especially with boys your own age or any age." She continued in this vein, all of which Rob had heard before. The difference this time was that he believed Dr. Felsoff might sincerely care about him. Despite the feeling that this woman would treat him differently, treat him as something other than a creature to be despised, to be bullied and humiliated for entertainment, Rob could not relax enough, trust enough to begin to chat openly with this woman. But Rob did allow himself to listen. "Rob, there is no reason for you to think that I, a total stranger would treat your wellbeing as a priority but rest assured that if you just relax...Darn, my garter clasp opened. Do excuse me while I re-do it. We don't want to look at saggy, wrinkly nylons the rest of the evening." The boy stared openmouthed as Dr. Felsoff rose from the chair and hiked her skirt up almost to her panties as she tugged smooth her stocking and deftly redid the garter clasp. Dr. Felsoff flashed a wry smile at Rob as she ran her fingertips over her stocking from ankle to welt before a final adjustment to the garter strap. "Some women would turn away even if there were only ladies present but there's no reason for them to be such fuss-budgets. None except their own prudish belief systems. As for what transpired just now, well you're so much a girl in your mind that you really must be trained to be comfy with all things that go into being a confident and self-assured young woman even if only part-time to begin with." Rob smiled openly as he nodded agreement even as he blushed. He hadn't the least inkling of where this would lead. Then he wondered how this woman who had just arrived in town could so quickly know how very much Rob was like a real girl. A distant rumble of thunder was enough to distract Rob and to spoil his mood. An all too close thunderclap left Ron pale and shaken. As the storm intensified Rob leaned forward and hugged himself as his anxiety overwhelmed him. Dr. Felsoff leaned forward and took his hand in hers. She stood, drew Rob to his feet as she placed her freehand on his elbow. Ron was shivering as Dr. Felsoff gave him a gentle hug of reassurance. "Slow deep breaths," she cautioned. Dr. Felsoff led the way to the couch, eased the distressed boy down so that he now sat alongside her as he periodically burst into sobs. "Dr. Felsoff," he began but was interrupted by the woman. "Rob, please call me Abigail or better still, Abbie. "Doctor is much too formal for the relationship I hope will develop between us." As she spoke, Abigail eased Ron's head and shoulders onto her lap and began stroking his silky hair despite that it sorely need a through shampooing. As Rob lay on his side, his head resting on Abbie's lap, his thumb drifted to his mouth. He relaxed and drew his knees to his chest. Abbie ran her finger tips lightly over his cheek. Ron felt a stirring in his loins even as he began to relax, to feel that somehow, he would learn to feel more secure in himself. To put it more accurately, to be self-assured enough to be the self he had wanted to be ever so long. "Feeling any better?" asked Abbie. "Huh?" answered Rob as if awakened from a day dream. "Sorry, I didn't hear you. The lightning and thunder scare me. Don't know why." As he hesitated tears again ran down his cheeks. Sometimes it's not so bad but tonight it scared me real bad." "Are you feeling well enough to sit up? For one thing, it wouldn't do for you to be lying across my lap if someone walked in. Perhaps you shouldn't go home tonight. Either nurse Fromm or I will drive you there in the morning. Then you can back to the place I'm renting and stay with me for a few...Excuse me for moment while I get the phone." As Rob sat up, he became aware of the startled concerned look on Abbie's face. "Yes. Bear with me. It would be best if I handled the situation. I assure you he's able to cope at least for the moment. Have Nurse Fromm come to my office but ask her to wait outside until I call her in." Abbie again sat down facing Rob. She crossed her legs in a very ladylike manner. She touched the hem of her skirt but not to tug her skirt hem to a still more modest level. Her hand guided the hem to the top of her knees as a half-smile appeared and then slowly faded from her classic features. "Oh, dear," she remarked aloud. "Do forgive me but I've taken the liberty of calling you 'Rob.' Is Rob okay with you or would you prefer to be called Robert in our relationship? If you're comfortable with informality, we could even use Robbie" Rob's face brightened. "Rob is good. Robbie really, really appeals to me, but the other kids would tease me horribly and them always calling me a sissy and pushing me around because of me...Well I guess they're right. I'm a sissy-boy!" Tears ran down his cheeks as he finished speaking. Abbie held out a box of tissues. Rob took several and dabbed his cheeks. "How about if you're Robbie when you're with me and perhaps a few more select people as we move along." Rob nodded. For the first time in a very long time he felt a twinge of acceptance. Abbie smiled as she said softly, "That's my girl...boy." It was punctuated by a wink. A knock at the door put an end any fantasies that might have been racing through Robbie's mind. The door opened by a breathless Nurse Fromm before Abbie could respond. "I apologize for bursting in, but something's happened that Rob should know about at once." Rob stiffened and braced himself for bad news. Had the cops figured out that he provoked his father and somehow caused his death? Nurse Fromm sat down next to him, held his hand in her own and rested it on her lap. "Lightning struck your house, set it on fire. That's what they thought at first, but I was told that the county fire marshal found evidence of gasoline even before the fire was out. I hope you didn't want to stay there." "I don't ever want to see that place again. Guess I never can." A wry but hopeful smile. Nurse Fromm gently ran her finger tips over the back of Robbie's hand. "Come home with me. You can stay with us tonight or for as long as you need to." Robbie hesitated, nodded his head rhythmically. He was about to speak when Nurse Fromm pressed his hand as she crossed her legs allowing her skirt to slip to a less modest level at her knees while at the same time bringing Robbie's hand to rest on her stocking covered knee. "Do accept her offer, Robbie sweets," interjected Abbie. "If for no other reason than to avoid going to the county youth shelter. Staying with Nurse Fromm will allow us to talk every day. Wouldn't you enjoy "That would be so neat," enthused Robbie. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Robbie looked around as the car turned onto the driveway of the Fromm home. It was not a mansion by any means but was still more impressive than the dilapidated farmhouse that had been more a house of horrors than a home to Robbie. It wasn't so bad when his stepmother was still living but things had become so very unbearable since her death. Robbie was startled out of his reverie by the toot of the car horn. Lights went on in the windows on the side of the Queen Anne style house as Robbie sat awed by both the house and it grounds. Nurse Fromm left the car in front of the garage as the side door of the house opened and a girl stood in the doorway. He couldn't see if she looked familiar since she was backlighted by the glow from inside the house. What he could see was that she was slender but shapely and wore short shorts which were so popular with teen-age girls back in the fifties. The emotion he felt was a combination of arousal and envy! Once everyone was inside the house, Robbie recognized that the girl was Annie. He froze wondering how his sister's friend would react to him. Oh my gosh he gasped silently. Should've known who she was when I first saw her. Just never expected that stuck-up snob to come to the door like that especially when she probably knew Lonnie's brother was coming. Much to Robbie's surprise and dismay, Annie greeted him matter of factly yet cordially. Her smile broadened as her mother explained that Robbie would staying with them for a while. "That's going to be such fun...I mean getting to know each other with no bossy Lonnie getting in the way. You always made me think you were like from the heroine out of a romantic novel. You know, like wistful and sad but longing for...well, you can imagine for what. Even your looks fit the role." With that she took Robbie's hand and lead him to the stairs. The boy hesitated, drew a deep breath. Annie sensed his hesitation. She moved, drew closer, slipped her hand to his upper arm. Robbie sighed as Annie applied pressure, pressure that was between firm and painful. Still maintaining her grip, Anne lead him up the stairs. When they were halfway up the stairs. Annie paused, faced Robbie and released her grip. In so doing she brushed her fingers over his package. Her mother nodded approval as she half smiled. "That's my room at the end of the hall" Annie announced as she reached the landing a few steps ahead of Robbie. Robbie was more overwhelmed than ever as he tried to peer around Annie's hips were now level with his eyes. "Hold on a sec," Annie said in a tone that was almost commanding. She reached under the hem of shorts deliberately allowing Robbie a generous glimpse of the picoted hem of her snow-white cotton panties. Annie slipped her thumbs under the leg bands to adjust the panties, gesture that was all the more alluring for being unneeded. Annie smiled over her shoulder as she asserted further control over Robbie. It was all the boy could do to keep from trying to kiss the garment he so wanted to wear! "Catch me, I dare you!" screeched Annie as she darted down the hall. Robbie reached the landing as quickly as he possible could. He looked up and down the hallway but saw only a few doors. In which of the rooms had Annie hidden? "Come off it, Annie. This ain't fair." An irrational fear bordering on panic overwhelmed him. "Please, Annie... you're making me scared." At that instance he yelped, a shrill yelp as soft but strong feminine fingers covered his eyes. "It's okay, Robbie," whispered Annie as she dropped her hands and cuddled Robbie in her arms. "Gee whiz! Lonnie told me you were a scaredy cat but this too, too much." Robbie eased himself away from Annie. He sniffled as he wiped away the few tears that had collected on his cheek. "Your house, all nice and everything. And you treating me like I'm not trash...I can't explain..." "Sorry for teasing you and getting you so upset. Didn't mean any harm. I guess with all that happened and with your house burning down and everything so different all of a sudden. Must be like 'Alice In Wonderland...' "Huh?" interrupted Robbie with an even more puzzled look. "What's "Alice In Wonderland?" "It's a book about a girl who finds herself in dream world that keeps changing. Anyhow... That door at the end of the hall is our bathroom. The first door on the right is my bedroom. First on the left is yours. You go directly into the bathroom from either room. Come on in my room so I can give you some stuff you need for tonight." Robbie's eyes widened in awe as Annie led the way into her bedroom. The headboard of double bed was set against a wall facing a window. A desk with some shelves above along with a bulletin board sat nearby. Except for the pastels that dominated the color scheme, the room was not cloyingly feminine, yet it was clearly the room of a teenage girl. The room was large enough that it didn't seem at all cluttered. As Robbie's eyes scanned the room and its furnishings, he was unaware that Annie was following his eye movements determining where they paused. The boy's widened as he stared enviously at her vanity table! He suddenly jerked his head around lest Annie suspect home much he wanted to sit at a vanity table like that one and teach himself to apply lipstick and those other cosmetics whose names he had yet to learn. "Sit down and loosen up," Annie ordered. "Just get me those things on the chaise." Robbie had no idea what Annie meant by 'chaise.' His face showed his confusion. Annie laughed but not all in a mocking way. "The chaise lounge...Oh, you poor na?ve kid. It's that thing near the window...kind of looks like a fancy bench but with back to lean on and rest your arm on." Robbie's face lit up as he realized what Annie was talking about. There was just one problem. There were several piles of panties as well as a few soft brassieres on the chaise. "I am such a fuss-budget when it comes to organizing my unmentionables." Her seemingly gratuitous remark called Robbie's attention to the fact that the panties were arranged in piles by fabrics, styles and colors. Annie stepped in front of him and proceeded to pick up some of the alluring arrangements. "Make yourself useful and give me a hand moving these things." Robbie's breath all but stopped as he felt the texture of the nylon, the satin and even the cotton. Robbie gingerly lifted a few panties in each hand. He looked at Annie to get some inkling of what she expected of him. He held in his breath in wonderment as Annie opened a dresser drawer. As the boy stood near her gaping in amazement at the neatly arranged items in her panty drawer. A tingle rose in his groin and intensified as each bit of intimate apparel brushed lightly over his fingers. Annie giggled as he inhaled deeply. "Don't be feels so awkward, you silly. You just want to know what my undies feel like...to touch and even to wear." She grasped Robbie' upper arm as she spoke. Robbie stepped back from. He feebly tried to mumble some excuse, anything to admit to Annie that she was right. She suddenly delivered a powerful backhand slap across Ronnie's face. "First of all, before we do anything or nothing at all, get out of those filthy close and get ready to shower...Do it!" She placed her hands on her hips and stared him down. Robbie pulled his tee shirt over his head as he turned away from Annie. It was as if he couldn't see her there would be no need to feel awkward and humiliated by undressing in front of this petite, pretty and aggressive girl. No matter that she could see him, judge his body, his dick. "Don't dare lock the door," she commanded as he led Robbie to the shower. And make sure you shampoo your hair...twice. I'll be in with some things for you and then I'll comb out your hair. Robbie luxuriated in the hot shower as his eyes scanned the gleaming tiles, the rust free drain, all so very different from the neglected in tub shower in the ratty bathroom that was destroyed by that fortuitous lightning storm. He turned off the seemingly endless supply of hot water and wiped the steam from the glass door of the shower stall. His penis twitched as he saw Annie standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Whatever was she holding in her arms, he wondered. "Come out right now," commanded Annie in voice that was both alluring yet intimidating. He opened Stepped out of the shower and then froze in place as it occurred to him that he was standing fully nude in front of this pretty girl. "Oh, just relax. I know what you have, and I've seen them before." She deposited the bundle she was carrying on the vanity, lifted out a very large, very fluffy towel and covered him with it. "Dry everything except your hair." Enthralled yet intimidated, Robbie complied. "Oh, dear," exclaimed Annie. "You certainly need to learn from the very beginning." "I don't get it. Beginning?" "You'll get it soon enough." Her tone was both promising and just a bit intimidating as she proceeded to use a smaller towel to create a turban effect over Robbie's damp hair. She pulled the bath towel from Robbie's shoulders and rewrapped it around him, tucking the upper edge to form a sarong. "Robbie! Just look in the mirror. You are going to be sensational!" Oh, my gosh," yelped Robbie. "That's really me, isn't it?" Tears filled his eyes and then his face fell. "Why did you do this to me? I've always thought it would be so neat to pass myself off as a girl, but I thought it would look creepy. Now I know how cute, how pretty I could have been. Now that you've shown me what I could have done, I'll be miserable if I can't be..." "Just stop feeling so sorry for yourself. Maybe you can pass as a girl, even be a girl most of the time, a kind of a girl...special kind of girl. of g. Forget what anyone said to you ever, especially about being a sissy, stuff like that. Now..." Annie stopped in mid-sentence and left Robbie standing in front of the mirror. For the first time ever Robbie felt no shame, no awkwardness at his effeminate image. Annie pulled a stool that had been off to the side and positioned it in front of the granite sink counter which served as a vanity. After taking a handheld hair dryer, several wrapped combs and hairbrushes from a drawer, she guided Robbie to the stool as she let his towel sarong fall to the floor. "Totally, totally femme...except for one thing. That luscious dick doesn't fit the rest of you although I just know that it'll eventually make you more...more special to...Be back in a jiffy." Annie returned a few seconds later holding peach colored satin panties between her thumbs and index fingers. "Don't simply jump into them. You have to make sure you hold them the right way. Take them and hold them like I'm holding them...Good. Now bring them so you can look at them without tilting your head very much. Lucky you! You got them the right way; gusset seam toward the rear. Step into them and tuck yourself in. Don't blush just because you're getting hard." Robbie giggled with embarrassment as he slipped the panties over his ankles, slowly drew that along his legs, and finally pressing his mildly erect cock against his tummy in a not quite successful attempt to conceal the undeniable proof that he was, in fact a boy. That looks so silly, he thought to himself as a frown marred pretty features. Oh hell! I don't want to give up my dick, but how can I be a girl and still have it?" Robbie brought his thoughts back to the moment as the tug of brush being pulled through his tangled, damp hair. "Ouch. Annie, take it easy. That hurts, you know" "Of course, I know. It's the price we girls pay for looking attractive. And for some of us, it's what gives us control over boys...and even men." "I don't get it." "You will and sooner rather than later." Robbie sat with his legs crossed tightly as he watched Annie fuss with his hair, blew it almost dry and finally put a wave in the front using a curling iron. He was as fascinated with the tools that Annie was using as he was by the extreme change Annie wrought in his appearance. Annie turned the stool away from the mirror as she stepped back to admire her handiwork, to admire the beautifully androgynous creature she had created from the pathetic sissy that her mom had brought home less than an hour earlier. Her hand was under Robbie's chin as she tilted his head back. Leaning forward, she gently kissed his cupid bow lips. His lips parted in hopes of his first soul kiss. The pain in testicles, although not extreme was enough to bring a cry of pin, just an ongoing moan of agony. 'Robbie, love," Annie said softly. "Don't hurry things. Just remember that I'm the boss here. Do you understand?" The startled boy nodded. "Tilt your head up just a little and close your eyes." A faint click and Robbie felt a very slight pressure on his eyelids. "You can open your eyes now." The image in the mirror both shocked and delighted Robbie. The blue eye shadow had changed his face from that of a pretty androgyne to unequivocally that of an innocent yet alluring teenage girl. "Kiddo, that's just for openers. Eye shadow alone looks great on you but wait until we add eyeliner and lipstick. And don't forget all the hairstyles you can have when your hair grows out." Annie gestured for Robbie to stand. As the effeminate boy stared at his own reflection in the mirror, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. That's really me! He ran his hands over his waist and over his tummy. His fingers toyed with his nipples, cupped what little flesh he had on his chest in a mostly vain attempt to emulate breasts. A sigh of disappointment followed. Annie's voice jarred him back to reality. "Never fear, lovely one. Falsies or padded bras will fix that problem. And besides that, lots of guys like girls with small boobs. Come on. Let's get you dressed." Annie grasped Robbie's wrist and yanked him into her bedroom. She shoved the dumfounded boy back onto the chaise lounge. "Just stay there," she snapped and rummaged in her dresser. Robbie was startled by something hitting his chest. He barely had time to grab the object which he realized was some sort of shirt before he was struck by another object, a pair of girl's short shorts. It suddenly dawned on the girl- boy that these were there for him to wear! He slipped into the shorts, stood, and fussed with what turned out to be a tennis shirt. "You are such a babe in the woods. No girl your age would ever think about putting on a top with no bra under it. (Bear in mind that this story is set in the mid to late fifties.) Let me help you. You'll learn to do it yourself tomorrow." Annie dug out a bra from the back of a dresser drawer and held the straps between her fingertips as she stepped right in front of Robbie. "Don't just stand there like a drip." Annie sounded mildly disappointed in her pupil. "Can't you even figure out where your arms go? Don't pretend you haven't dreamed of this chance. I'll bet you jerked off plenty of times while thinking about a chance like this." Robbie's felt his face grow warm as he was blushing at Annie's tormenting or was it teasing? But this was different from the past, the past when Lonnie had tormented him out of pure spite. No, this was different. The girl/boy's humiliation was tempered by a thrill of anticipation, anticipation of being taught to dress and move like a girl but, above all, to learn to be bitchy and thus pay back boys and men for having been bullied by them for too long. The girl/boy licked her lips as if teasing a would-be lover. A smirk and then Robbie asked, "What's next?" "What do you think? Are you some kind of do-do who thinks she can walk around bare foot? Don't get too excited because you're not getting heels, not for a long while. Anyhow, a girl can get attention other, more comfortable ways. Slip these on." Annie tossed her a pair of white crew socks. Robbie had paid enough attention to Lonnie to have noticed that girls all wore crew socks turned down. Just as the girl/boy was straightening up from doing just that Annie handed him a pair of scuffed, down at the heels saddle shoes. "Neat," exclaimed Robbie. "These will be so cool even if they're kind of worn." "Fear not, Missy. We'll be taking you on lots of shopping expeditions." /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// It's about time we started referring to Robbie using feminine pronouns. She'll still be a girl/boy so we won't forget that special asset in her panties, that sine qua non which makes her a member of a so very desirable segment of the population. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "Ladies, downstairs. Time to think about dinner. I'm in no mood to cook after the day I had at work. No diner, no drive in. Small and quiet." "Chinese!" exclaimed Annie. "That place out near the state road has swell food!" The thought of being seen in public dressed and made up as a girl, however convincingly, thrilled and frightened Robbie. Her confusion undoubtedly showed on her face. "Robbie, are you upset about something," asked the Nurse Fromm. "No, no," Robbie answered with a little too much forced enthusiasm, "Robbie, you have to be honest with yourself and with those who care about you. You've been through a lot not just in the last couple of days. You've endured more than any girl, sorry, any teen should've had to put up with in a dozen lifetimes..." she paused as she studied the boy/girl's facial affect. A hint of a smile appeared at the corners of the woman's mouth. "More to the moment, are you uncomfortable at the thought of appearing in public looking like you do right now?" Robbie nodded sheepishly. "I don't know what to tell you. The way I am right now feels so right, like it's natural for me to be this way. But it also scares me. Not being like being so girly right this minute but it's like all the bad things...It was always being bumped in the hallway in high school then being shoved I even so much as stared at those bullying shits. I couldn't take it anymore so I dropped out of school. And Lonnie was so mean to me day and night! Just that I existed was an embarrassment to her, but I couldn't help being what I am." Annie place a comforting hand on Robbie's shoulder as the girl/boy sniffled and wipe the tears from her cheek with the back of her wrist. Mrs. Fromm took a compact form her purse, handed it to Annie who opened it and held it in front of Robbie's face. "Robbie, don't tell me you see a sissy boy or a faggot or a fairy or any other of what those dopey guys thought you were. Look at yourself. Half the girls in this hick town would sell their souls to looks as cute and as attractive as you look this minute." "But what of someone recognizes my face?" "Not likely. Besides we're going out to eat at a place that's not really in town so no one from school is going to be there." Robbie was mollified until they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Her body stiffened on seeing a police car parked close to the entrance. Mrs. Fromm noticed the change in Robbie's body language and set the boy/girl at ease simply by saying. "Think for a second. There's no way that car can be her for any reason to do with you. More likely it's just here for free take out." Robbie giggled at the explanation. Her eyes brightened when a uniformed officer came out the door carrying a shopping bag. The boy/girl felt her face grow warm and realized she was again blushing. It was the policeman who had driven her to the hospital and had mistaken her for a girl even though she was still in boy mode. She took a deep breath as she wondered whether or not to greet him, to thank him for his kindness to her. That dilemma was instantly resolved as the office eyed Robbie with a puzzled look followed by a smile. "Miss Carling, right? I knew you looked familiar. Don't say you don't remember me." "Of course I remember you. How can I forget how nice you were to me that awful night? I never did get to thank you." "That's what we cops do. Help citizens in distress. It's that much better when the one who needs help is a really attractive young lady. You know I wanted to check on you, see if you needed anything but with the fire..." Oh my gosh. He's actually flirting with me and I love it! What happens if he asks me for a date and we make out? Not that I wouldn't enjoy every second of it but sooner or later he'll find my dick...What then? It was obvious to both Annie and Mrs. Fromm that Robbie was feeling more than a little awkward over the attention she was getting. Being the target of man's flirting was a great confidence builder for any newly fledged trans-girl, but this was only the first time in public for Robbie. She was bound to slip up and allow herself to be read by the cop. Mrs. Fromm prevented things going too far too soon. "Robyn, sweetie, I'm sorry to break this up but we have to get you girls in early tonight. You know we have to get up early tomorrow to drive Fayette for the shopping spree I promised you." Then to the young police officer. "My girls and I eat here pretty often. Maybe we'll run into you again." "Yeah. That'll be nice." As the trio walked away, Robbie glanced back at the young officer who just happened to turn to watch Robbie walk away. She blushed knowing he caught her looking back at him. He smiled, winked and went on his way. The restaurant was all but empty, so they seated themselves at a booth off in a corner. Robbie, who had rarely been to restaurants of any sort let alone Chinese, puzzled over the menu's many offerings. Mrs. Fromm steered her way from anything that might be too different, too exotic. Shrimp with lobster sauce was the agreed upon choice. Mrs. Fromm looked around with a concerned expression on her face. She rested her hand on Robbie's wrist. "It felt great, reassuring to have your new identity confirmed by an older guy flirting with you but you must be cautious. That nice guy has a very bad reputation in too many circles. You can't imagine how many girls and even effeminate boy have been in the ER who described him as the one who smacked them around, hurt them." "But how come he doesn't get arrested or something like that?" "Robyn, he's a cop so the other cops cover for him. Plus, his father is the minister at New Light Church. You lived in isolation on that broken-down farm but if you lived in town, you'd know that the good reverend is always thundering against immorality. Rumor has it that if merchants don't contribute enough to his causes, he'll denounce them from his pulpit." Robbie's eyes filled with tears. "He tricked me into thinking I'm cute and pretty, that I'm like a real girl..." "No, darling. You're more than pretty; you're beautiful. Just wait." "Oh, he's got a reputation and it's not a good one," added Annie. "Like Mommy said, he comes on to girls around the high school, even the freshies. No girl with half a brain would let him near her without screaming her head off. Your sister Lonnie once played up to him when he was off duty. When he tried to grab her, she sunk her nails in his face and kneed him in his balls. I was sitting in the car, laughing so hard I nearly wet my panties!" "Didn't he report her or something?" "And tell the world that teenage girl beat him up?" Mrs. Fromm smiled at her daughter's remarks. "You see Robbie, if he filed a complaint against Lonnie, it would have led to an investigation which would have uncovered all his perverted assaults on underage girls. That would have led to a prison sentence." Robbie nodded. "Guess I have to learn all about thinking like a girl." "Yes, you do. Mostly to keep yourself safe. A lot of it will come from just being around girls your age. The more you feel like a girl, dress like a girl and I mean form the skin out, the more you'll think like a girl. And don't be the least bit concerned about succeeding. With your looks you're going to be a real knockout...And in more ways than one!" They sat in a quiet corner booth in the nearly empty restaurant. Robbie took a deep breath as if she were about to rid vent some serious anger when the waitress, a girl barely out of high school, approached and greeted Annie by name. She was respectful but too formal in greeting Mrs. Fromm. She smiled at Robbie and extended her hand. "Say, you're new in town. I'm Gracie and you are..." Mrs. Fromm thought it best to intervene" before Robbie put her foot in her mouth. "Gracie, this is Robyn. She's the daughter of a late friend of mine from way back. Robyn is staying with us for now." Robyn caught on to the deception and shook hands with Gracie as she announced, "All my friends call me Robbie." A few more diners arrived, just enough to keep Gracie busy but so many as to limit conversation among the trio. This allowed the trio to carry on more private but not quite intimate conversation. Mrs. Fromm noticed that Robbie's expression had gone from happily excited to sad. The boy/girl's eyes had become teary. Mrs. Fromm reached across the table, took Robbin's hand in her own. She spoke softly but audibly. "It's okay to tell us what's bothering you...even here and now. No one will hear us." Robbie nodded and bit her lip. She took a deep breath as she blinked away her tears. "I'm so stupid. How could I think for one minute that that freak cop could like me? That ought to teach me not to trust what I feel about any guy ever. I want to get back at that shithead...embarrass him, make him feel ridiculous like he made feel..." "Don't ever call yourself stupid. You're just inexperienced." Before her mother could finish her thought, Annie interrupted. "Robyn, I think we can do it if we plan it out carefully. And when I say do it, I mean so humiliate that freak that he loses his job and everything that goes with it. But first we have to put you together." Robyn's mood lightened at the thought of getting back at the man who made a habit of victimizing teenage girls and young women. The conversation turned to all the things they would have shop for, have Robin try on, and buy for her, to give her a complete wardrobe that would be the envy of most real girls her age. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Is this really happening or am I going to wake up from a fantastic dream and be back in that dump farm? Robyn silently asked herself. The lovely new reality that might be hers forever proved real as she opened her eyes. A knock on the door that connected her room to the bathroom she shared with Annie fully awakened her. She threw off the covers and stood put hesitated as she caught her saw her image in the mirror over her vanity table. A slender girl with a cute short hair style! That's really me! The image smiled back at her. The nighty Robyn wore what was more like a long, oversized tee shirt and wasn't so opaque that she couldn't see her silhouette and the white full coverage panties she wore beneath this very plain, very modest cotton nighty. Innocent and modest at first glance, the nighty was the first of soon to be many such deceptively innocent, modest and so very alluring items of her new wardrobe. Robyn's reverie was ended as Annie impatiently knocked again and opened the door to their shared bathroom. "Yes, you're as cute as can be!" she announced. "Now get in the shower and shampoo your hair. Leave it damp so I can fix it. Then we'll get you dressed and ready for a stroll down to the high school field." Annie ran a comb through Robin's still damp hair. With a hair drier in her left hand, she styled the girl/boy's hair into side swept bangs, the sprayed it in place. "You've got great hair but it's much too short for really neat styles. You'll just have to grow it out. Let me help you dress. Lots to learn about dressing like a real girl. Kind of a crash course is what you need since natural born girls learn all the girly stuff as soon as they can walk. Into the bedroom." Robyn wondered just what Annie had in mind. The phrase 'girly stuff' both titillated and intimidated the newly minted girl/boy. It was to Robyn's advantage that she was never comfortable with guy stuff such as swilling beer, catcalling at passing girls and other such loutish behavior. It suddenly dawned on her that her awareness of Lonnie's intimates had not only aroused but her had made her envious of being able to wear such garments without fear of humiliation or assault. "Back in a jiffy." Abbie's voice brought Robyn back to the moment. True to her word, Annie was back in flash. She carried what appear to a rather rigid panty. "What kind of panty thing is that?" asked the puzzled girl/boy. "It's a brief panty girdle. Girls usually wear some kind of panty girdle on a date or to a party. That's unless they're looking to get laid. Stop blushing. Girls enjoy petting and stuff as much as boys. Poor Robyn, you've got so much to learn." "But how does that stop a boy from pushing his dick into you?" "Just wait until you're wearing it. Mostly girls wear a long leg one when they wear a dress. Almost impossible for boys to get past one. By the way, don't think you're going to be doing any petting. At least not yet. This is just to keep you from getting a boner. Now get a move on." Robyn felt a tingling in her groin as she awkwardly worked the panty girdle over her hips, tugged the hem over her tush. She posed with her back to the mirror, glancing over her shoulder. The effect was better than she could have ever hoped for. Her face fell as she turned her front to the mirror. That girdle thing only makes my guy package stand out ridiculously." "I think my mom could show us how to fix that problem." Annie opened the hall door and called down to her mother. "Mommy, we need your help." Mrs. Fromm couldn't help smiling on seeing Robin's predicament. "Don't despair, child." She lowered Robyn's panty girdle so that her penis and scrotum were unobstructed. "Okay. Just lie back on the bed and relax." Robyn gasped as she felt Mrs. Fromm's fingers move her penis. It was shocking but not all unpleasant to feel the woman's deft fingers on her very sensitive and very virgin dick. Until that moment the only sexual contact her dick her had was with her own hand! The girl/boy raised her head slightly to better see what was about to happen. Mrs. Fromm placed her palm on Robin's forehead and pushed it back on to the pillow as the girl sighed. The boy/girl managed a half smile which showed the odd blend of anticipation and fear she was feeling. As if reading Robin's mind, Mrs. Fromm gently ran her fingertips over the girl's face before resting them for an instant on her lips. "Just relax and trust me when I say nothing bad or painful is going to happen to you, not now, not ever when you're under my care." Robyn kissed the woman's finger tips. "For the first time in my whole life I can trust someone to care about me. It's like I'm about to be a new person." Mrs. Fromm nodded, bent close to Robyn and kissed her forehead. A gasp followed by a long sigh as she felt fingers caress her ball sac, weighing her balls in the palm of her hand. A moan as the woman's fingers teased that so very sensitive spot between the back of Robin's ball sac and her nether hole. "Hold the waist band of your panty girdle... Good girl. Hold still for a moment." Robyn followed Mrs. Fromm's directions as she felt her balls being eased up into their cavities below her groin. "Now adjust your panty girdle in place." The woman reached for a hand mirror and showed Robyn the flawlessly femme contours of her groin. "Now you're ready to get dressed and go out with Annie to tease the boys." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Robyn wrapped the bra around her waist, clipped the hooks and turned the bra so that the cups were now at her front. She slipped her arms through the straps and positioned the bra as if she had been doing this for years. Leaning forward, she tightened the straps as she pushed what little flesh she could into the upper edges of the cups. "Not at all bad for a beginner. Bet with a little time I could give Lonnie a run for her money. That would be so neat to steal a boyfriend from her." As she readjusted the straps her fingers paused on the brass colored safety pins that held her falsies in place. "Got to figure out how to get rid of those." She unfolded the top that had been left on the bed, slipped it over head and shook it so it fell properly over her body. The mirror reassured her that she was unequivocally female at least in her outer appearance. Sitting on the edge of a chair, she slipped on a fresh pair of white crew socks, folded down the cuffs, and laced her saddle shoes. Oops! One detail was omitted. She hadn't yet donned the white short shorts. After that final step, she double checked herself in the mirror. Satisfied with the total effect, she again gave herself the once over. Not because she thought anything was amiss but just to revel in the marvelous transformation from an ineffective boy to a very wholesomely alluring girl! Breakfast was toast and jam, Drake's devil dog and, by order of Mrs. Fromm, a glass of milk. The two girls then prepared for their stroll to the high school ball field. Annie handed Robin a pair of sunglasses in the very fashionable cat's eye style. "I never wore these things. Never had the spare money for that stuff and don't forget that I used to dress like a boy on account of I was a boy." They both giggled at the joke. "Yes, but girls use sunglasses for lots of things besides keeping the sun out of their eyes. Ever see in a movie how a long time ago so- called young ladies used a fan as a tool for flirting. Never mind. Robert probably didn't see many movies. Just watch me and later you can practice what I do." Annie handed Robyn a wide brimmed floppy cotton hat. She adjusted it on her newly hatched girlfriend and flipped up the front of the brim. "Here, stow your lipstick and keys in this. It's called a clutch purse. Never mind that you don't have either keys or a Lipstick but we 'll get you a lipstick on our way...Wow! You are a knockout. Half the girls around here would give their eye teeth to look as yummy as you." They set off on their walk, a walk which would also bolster Robyn's confidence and reinforce her natural femme talents. First stop was a pharmacy which offered a very complete and up to date cosmetics section. With the help of the cosmetologist, Robin was able to leave with two lipsticks, an eyebrow pencil and some eyeshadow all of which she was able to jam into her clutch purse. As they turned the corner, they were greeted by two boys. "Say, Annie. Who's your friend? Never saw her before and you can bet I would have noticed a doll like that." "Don't be a jerk. This is Robyn. She'll be staying with my mom and me for a while. Now butt me," she said imperiously. (NB "Butt me" was a teen idiom for asking for a cigarette.) The boy took a Lucky Strike pack for his sock, shook one out and offered it to Annie who grasped his wrist and raised it close to her mouth, put her lips around the cigarette and pushed his hand away. "How about you, Robyn? Want a smoke?" "Thanks, but I haven't ever smoked." "Why not give it a try," suggested Annie. "Sure thing," was Robyn's response as she imitated Annie's moves by grasping the boy's wrist. The difference was obvious. His hand shook as Robin placed her lips over the cigarette. She drew a breath as soon as the match neared the cigarette end. She coughed and winced. "This'll take some getting used to." She guided the boy's hand away from her face and ran her fingertips lightly over the back of his wrist. To her chagrin, the boy seemed flustered as she announced, "We got to get going." The boy looked disappointed but managed to blurt out "Hey, can I ring you up sometime?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and walked away. "I don't get it. Didn't he like me?" "Of course, he did. He just didn't want you to see that you got him hard!" Robyn's already pretty features took on a glow as she realized her new identity had already given her a small taste of the power she was going to wield. The hot shot boys who tormented Rob would soon be vying for even the slightest bit of attention Robin might offer them. At the same instant she brought her fingers to her mouth in a vain attempt to suppress her urge to giggle at the boy's back. "Oh, Billy," she called at the retreating boy. He hesitated in mid-step as if considering whether or not to turn to Robin and respond. 'How do you know my name?" "It's on your warm-up jacket, silly." "Oh, okay." With a flirtatious smile, Robyn turned away from him and the girls went on their way. "Good job," offered Annie. "Just don't overdo it...that is unless you want to start off as being a cock-teaser." "Good idea, don't you think? That's one easy way to pay them back for the crap I took from them. And that'll be just for openers." The pair continued their stroll around the business district in fine fettle. Annie was even feeling more than a wee bit jealous of Robyn's almost instinctual ability to attract a boy's attention than leave him bereft just by a sneer or an icy stare. A police car passed them and pulled over to the curb. You can guess who was behind the wheel. He stepped out of the car and lounged against the fender with his arms folded across his chest. "Hey girl, you're new in town." His tone and face showed a mixture of the contempt he had for young girls and his need to subject them to embarrassment and even pain. "You're obviously not talking to me," responded Robin in challenging tone. "I sure am talking to you and don't get snotty with me or you'll regret it." After a brief pause. "You got that little girl?" A few other teens, both boys and girls had collected to see who this new girl was and how she dared to bait the abusive cop. "Oh, I guess you're near sighted as well as rude. Do understand that I'm not a girl but a young woman." A snicker ran through the assembled teens which left the rogue cop purple with rage. As much as he wanted to force himself on Robin right then and there, he had no choice but get into the patrol car and drive off. "Aren't you scared that he'll hurt you?" asked one of the girls. "Not at all. Just let him try and he'll be done for." A few of the girls nodded approval but with a quizzical expression that suggested they were wondering how this slender girl could hurt this abusive, armed bully. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Later that same day Robyn met with Dr. Felsoff. "Abbie, it felt so good to embarrass the boys, but it was a kind of turn-on when I humiliated that cop in front of the other kids. I just want to punch his face in, leave him in heap on the ground. Then when I cool down, I think that'll never happen." "Robbie, your pent-up anger will give you lots of advantages, not only in your life as a girl but in both verbal and physical confrontations. But unless you focus it and control it's likely to get you hurt. Now listen to me carefully...Step one is to learn to walk in high heels. Above all is to never ease up once you've got the advantage. "I'm going to get you some private lessons in an anything goes type of fighting. It will be at my expense and I'll get you discreet transportation..." Robyn was overwhelmed by the possibilities that Abbie opened up to her. Her mind wandered as she fantasized about the styles she would wear and the persona she would project. She knew that for now she had to play the cute but very na?ve girl. But those around her had better beware once she honed her feminine wiles. Dr. Felsoff had given her some sort of pills which made her nipples more sensitive and more prominent. At the same time, she was going to the county seat at least twice a week for dance class as well as for private lessons in fighting technique. The dance classes were toning her body while the other instruction was giving her the confidence she would need to feel safe. Robyn was so sure she could handle herself against bigger boys and even men that she was hoping for opportunities to prove herself even if she had to start the confrontations. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// It had rained for several days. Robyn spent her time trying different hairstyles and makeup techniques. Annie was teaching herself the nuances of the used Rolleiflex camera she had bought at an estate sale. Her earlier interest in photography had been rekindled to the point of resurrecting the basement darkroom she had previously used. The new fast films (ASA 400) allowed her to take photos of Robbie as she did her hair and even a few when she was in her bra and panties. Annie took pains to be sure that Robyn was unrecognizable in any of those photos. In those long-gone days several brands of deodorant came in little flat rubber squeeze bottles. Teenage girls and young women had begun to refill empty squeeze bottles with ammonia which they carried for protection in case of attack or if a date became to obstreperous. Both Robin and Annie were inspired by this trend. They came up with a two-stage plan to get rid the perverted cop. And just how might they do that? By total humiliation seasoned with a generous amount of pain! /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Robyn had been seeing Dr. Felsoff for guidance and a gentle form of psychotherapy to help her adjust to her new life, a life she found so much more natural, more comfortable than her years as Ron had been. The girl/boy had somehow sensed that today was going to be different. She decided to dress in a style that would be a little less casual than her everyday style of short shorts or Bermuda shorts. First a brief panty girdle with attached garter straps. She chose pastel blue, definitely a feminine shade but not too sexually aggressive like red or black. A matching bra with just the right degree of built in padding to draw attention to her slender and graceful body. Robbie sat as she rolled the skin tone stocking into a donut, slipped it over her foot and smoothed it over her leg. Ditto the other stocking. Having clipped the stockings to her the garter clasps, she rose to her feet, and adjusted the stockings. No wrinkles or sags for this girl. As she studied self in the mirror, a tingle ran through her groin. So yummy! Bet I can make any guy fall for me...Even any grown man. Wonder what it would be like to make out with some man while I'm dressed like this. Get him to where he's ready to come...then stop...by then I'll know ways to make him not come even if he tries. Make him beg, promise me all kinds of neat presents. Make him hurt...Take off my bra and let him wonder if I'm a flat-chested girl or what...Say, there must be some men, not queers either, who get all hot seeing beautiful cute girl with a dick...Got to stop thinking of all these things 'cause they might not be real.... Finish dressing now or I'll be late for Abbie. Dr. Felsoff held her office door open and beckoned toward a chair as Robyn entered. "Robbie, it's clear to both of us that you're truly living your inner self, your true self and doing so well that no one would ever suspect what you hide in those modest but sexy panties you wear regularly. The problem is that at eighteen years old you must think about the rest of your life and what you're going to do with yourself. Staying here is already making you restless. Besides you know as well as I do, that you'll never fit in in a small town like this." Robyn paled visibly. "I guess you're going to tell me I have to go back to being Rob. That..." She started to sob softly. "Not at all, sweetie. In a few weeks I'll be going back to New York. I know a place where you can be educated as befits a girl with your looks and that special extra something...Meanwhile carry on as you are for just another couple of weeks. You'll soon have more privacy than you have now. So many more possibilities for you. Fashions, career training, recreation, lots of things. And by career opportunities I mean the kind of careers that natural born girls have open to them. I'll never let anyone exploit you by making you into some kind of cabaret freak act." Robyn crossed her legs allowing her flared skirt to ride up above her knees. She leaned forward, rested her elbow on her knee and placed her finger against the corner of her mouth in a pose that was both contemplative and seductive. Dr. Felsoff smiled and nodded approval. "If I didn't know better, I would swear you're a genetic girl." Robyn leaned back in her chair and breathed a heavy sigh. "Abbie, don't get me wrong but I need to finish up some personal business here before I leave town with you." Dr. Felsoff nodded. "I'll respect your privacy as long as you promise to let me know as soon as you're ready to make the move. Bear in mind that I may have to leave before you've finished whatever personal business is on your mind. Rest assured I won't abandon you." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Robin was enjoying turning men's heads as she strolled past the town square. She noticed a police car turn down a side street that wasn't too far out of her way home. Maybe the shit head pervert is in that car. Well. Time to start my plan. She smirked as she neared the parked patrol car. He's in that car. Just play it cool, nice and slow. She rested her foot on a fire hydrant and made sure her skirt was above her knee. It was obvious that her intended victim was watching her in the car's side view mirror. She retied her shoelace which, as you can guess, didn't need retying but did get her intended victim's full attention. She casually approached the car but walked slowly by it. "Hey, pretty lady. Aren't you going to say hello?" "Oh, it's you," she replied indifferently. "Well, at least you realize that I'm not a little girl." She turned away and started to walk off. "Come off it. I'm not such a bad guy if you give me half a chance." Robyn walked back to the driver's side window of the patrol car. "Well, you're an okay looking guy...really kind of attractive." She extended her hand for handshake. Her victim hesitated to take it. "Oh, don't tell me you're afraid to shake hands with me." He shrugged and took her hand in his. She smiled at him as she raised his hand closer to her allowing it to rest in her palm. "Do call me by my name from now on. It's Robyn. Now you tell me your name." He hesitated long enough for Robyn to know she had gained an advantage over this pathetic pervert. "Oh, you don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to." She let her fingertips slide across the top of his hand. "Mm, interesting hands. They feel so strong, so masculine but with such silken skin. So good to touch...Bet they can be gentle to a girl...or maybe they can be really rough. Say, I bet you would like it when if a girl played rough with you." He swallowed audibly as Robyn brought his hand to her mouth. A sardonic smile appeared on the girl/boy's face as she kissed the heel of his hand before gently kissing his palm. "Might be fun to see which we enjoy more? You know what I mean. Sweet and gentle or rough. Then again, who is on the receiving end?" He was breathing hard by now. "I think we better cut it out...At least for now. Someone may pass by and see us." She interrupted him. "Getting too hot, are you? But we're just chatting, not doing anything naughty." She kissed the tip of his index finger, took into her mouth then bit down hard. The sound that came from his mouth was a bizarre blend of pain and a hint of ecstasy. He sat there shocked by the temerity of this skinny girl. "I've to get home. I'll leave you to that hard-on I know you have. Maybe we can continue but..." She stepped away from the patrol car, glanced around to be sure no one was near enough to see her, and then blew him a kiss. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "Annie, it was so neat. I just know with a little more teasing he'll do just about anything." "Just don't get too sure of yourself t the wrong time. You won't be the first girl to let things go too far "I guess you could be right. It's not just me getting even with him for leading me on, let me think he was an okay guy. Think about all the real girls he hurt, maybe even raped. The whole thing really pisses me off. Won't it be neat to kick his balls so hard they end up in his mouth." "Yeah. Be really cool." "Say, Annie. You were talking about fast film. Film that works even with almost no light. What about if you could stay out of sight, like crouched down in a car until I get him all hot md then start snapping pictures. If you develop them, we could send prints to the police chief and to his father." "Robin, you're a genius. Only catch is that you have to be able to fight him off if he gets to be crazy wild." Robyn's reply was a sardonic smirk which left Annie wondering just what her friend had in mind. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// In the days that followed the boy/girl made it her business to pass her intended victim as often as possible. That's not exactly right. Robyn never simply passed him. If no one else was around, she would slide her finger under the edge of her short shorts and tug the leg band of her panties a little lower; not that it needed adjusting. If she were wearing Bermuda shorts, she would kneel down to retie her shoelace and to readjust the cuffed crew socks she usually wore so as to be sure the hemline of her panties showed through the fabric. On windy days she wore a loosely fitted skirt in hopes that a gust of wind might raise it to an immodest level. The facial affect of her soon to be victim told her that he would soon make a move on her, a tragic move for him. It wasn't long before Robyn had established a pattern of late evening solo walks. Her would-be suitor was constantly congratulating himself on having figured out that pattern. He often blocked her way with the patrol car. On those occasions he would flash a gloating, lecherous smile which Robyn returned with pleasant smile and a wink. This reaction changed his smile to an expression of smug satisfaction mixed with anticipation. Soon the pattern was well established. There was a difference and that was that now Robyn always wore a loosely fitted skirt, modest heels and hose gartered to brief panty girdle. Oh, yes; Annie now was always sitting in the darkest part of a heavily wooded lot with her camera at the ready. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Perhaps it was due to the PD's shift rotation or perhaps the creep had requested a change of some sort for he wasn't seen for a week but then a major change occurred. He showed up in his own car. Robin noticed the car as it pulled to the curb at an intersection. The driver's side door opened and he got out, the leaned against the fender as she neared. "Hey, girl! I'm off duty so anything can happen and everything goes." Robin stopped a few feet in front of him, put her hands on her hips in that very aggressive but feminine posture. The creeps look took on a little less lecherous appearance. "Well that was easier than I thought. He's trying to hide it." She gloated while carefully keep a hostile look. "I told you once before that I'm not a girl but a young woman. Get that through your head if you want to chat with me. Play it right and you might be in for than just chatting. Suit yourself." Robyn moved still closer to him and pretended her heel caught in a wide crack in the sidewalk. She fell carefully onto the edge of a lawn behind her and made sure her skirt flew offering the creep generous view of her thighs and her ever so innocent white panty-girdle. "Let me help you up," the creep offered. As he moved closer, Robyn drove her saddle shoe clad foot into his ankle. He screamed in pain as she repeated the kick as he fell to his knees. Robyn sprang to her feet and stared down at her fallen would be foe. "You crazy, girl? Why did you that?" It came out as a cross between a moan and a plea for mercy or understanding. "Really! You sound like an offended junior high school girl! And I do mean girl!" The creep cringed, tried to get to his feet but his injured ankle gave way as soon he attempted to stand. "Oh, poor sweetheart," cooed Robin as she extended her hand to him. "Let me help you up." He extended his hand to her. She held it and assisted him to his feet but not quite all the way. At the point he was most off balance, she released her grip causing him to fall backwards. "Oh, so sorry, sweetheart." The sincerity in her voice was more than convincing. She smiled down at him. His eyes told her that he was totally taken in by her ruse. It was all Robin could do to keep from sneering at the puzzled male whose pride she had all but destroyed. "Let me help you..." He interrupted her. "Stay away from me, you crazy bi...". He caught himself in mid-word as he stared at the slender girl in disbelief. "Come off it," she reacted in a conciliatory tone. "It was an accident. I was flailing, trying to get my feet under me when you got kicked. Why on earth would anyone ever think I would try to start a fight with a man like you?" Robin flashed him what looked like a coy smile that was meant to flatter his vanity, to make him want to force himself on her even more. His response was to nod, grab hold of the open car door and eye Robin from head to foot. "Like what you see?" she asked flirtatiously. "And don't you remember the other day when you were in uniform...You know, when I said something about rough stuff." He moved behind the door in order to conceal his body but not before Robin noticed that he was already hard. Robin empathized with him as she felt her own cock straining against the deliciously feminine restraint of her panty girdle. This is so neat! That creep is hard and so am I. Different though. For me it's the thrill of hurting a guy for the first time. Big difference is that he's turned on because I hurt him. And it was so, so easy. Real possibilities maybe. See how far I can go. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Annie's phone rang. Annie: "Hello." Voice on the other end: Hey, Annie. It's me Lonnie! Annie: "Oh, my gosh. Great to hear your voice. What's been going? You still in Maryland? What do they call it? Boot camp, that's it." Lonnie: "That's been over for weeks. I'm training to be a typist/clerk or if I get lucky a hospital corpsman. That's kind of like a nurse. Either way means that when I get out there'll be plenty of places I can work at in Philly or New York. Definitely never going to come back to that hopeless one-horse town. Annie, you get out as soon as you can, too." Annie: "Well, you're not going to believe this for one second. Remember when we said Rob would make a really pretty girl. Well, now he is a girl, at least dressing as a girl and living as a girl. And can Robyn, that's his girl name, be so bitchy! Remember that creepy cop who was always touching the cute girls from high school. Well Robyn has it in for him. She hurt him the other day, I mean physically hurt him. Lonnie: "You're not kidding, are you?" Annie: "Not in the least. She, Robin I mean, is setting him up to be really humiliated by her. Best of all is I'm going to take picture using high speed film." Lonnie: "I would love to see those pictures when you develop them. Better still, watch it happen. I never used my boot leave, so I have some time due me. I may not be able to get it if I'm in school. If I can get a short leave at a good time it may work. How about I come out to visit and meet my new sister?" Annie: "That would be cool, but you got to realize Robyn is a totally different person from Rob. It's like she become a Lauren Bacall tough girl in a movie. The only difference is that she's, I mean Robyn, is so much cuter. Oh, and she's a lot more dangerous!" ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Robin reveled in the sideway glances from boys and men. Women eyed her either with approval or sneers that were meant to communicate that she was just too attractive, at least that's what they said to each other. If one bothered to listen to the tones in which they spoke and study their faces, it wasn't at all difficult to understand the unspoken message. This new girl with her air if self-assurance, her graceful but swaggering walk gave off an aura of being too good for this town. What is more is that too many sons of these ladies were talking about Robin, were trying to get up enough confidence to invite her for a soda or a sundae. Even more threatening was that their daughters were wondering from where she bought her clothes, her shoes and even what hair products she used. They were afraid that their daughters would start to emulate this oddly attractive girl. And yet there was nothing about her appearance that wasn't in the best taste for a girl in her late teens. Neither did she flirt with the boys other than to return their greetings with a slight nod of her head or a hint of a smile as she walked by. What they failed to notice was that Robin flirted with a policeman in ways that were more sophisticated, more suggestive than they could have imagined. They knew that the officer had a very unsavory reputation and that is was his father's influence that kept him on the job and out of jail. They repeatedly warned their daughters and even their sons to never be alone around him. Mother's wondered when and how this threat to their daughters would come to an end. There was all sorts of talk about what should be done which produced more than a few realistic ideas that never developed into a cohesive plan because it was clear that no one was willing to as much as think about being one of those who would carry out the plan. No one that is until an incident occurred which both shocked and impressed the citizenry. It was a bright fall Saturday when a patrol car cut off that new arrogant new girl as she stepped off the curb about to cross a busy intersection. She leaned her elbows on the door and rested her chin on her hands. "I'm going pull into the supermarket parking lot. We have to talk." It came across as an order. Robyn smiled and then ran her tongue over her teeth. He sat impatiently as Robyn took her time getting to the far corner of the lot. "You're going to pay for knocking me down the other night. Damn near broke my ankle..." Robyn cut him off sharply as she cooed, "Did the little girl hurt the big bad man? That's ever so sad." She paused and then resumed in her normal voice. "You know, I really believed you liked enjoy rough stuff. Now it looks like you're all talk and no do." The frustrate bully grabbed her wrist. Robyn broke free, sunk her fingernails to his ears and yanked him through the open car window. His scream at the sudden pain drew the attention of several shoppers who were thrilled to see this slender young girl inflict pain on the perverted cop. "Now, maybe you'll keep your hands to yourself." A couple of women who had seen the exchange rushed to the car, hugged Robyn and berated the cop with taunts such as "You should be ashamed of yourself, molesting an innocent girl." Others shouted "You've had this coming to you. I hope she or some other girl you bother rips your ears off the next time." Robyn assured Annie that "It won't be long before we can destroy him. He's angry and confused now that more and more people are onto him." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Robyn soon adopted the current big city fashion of wearing low tennis- style sneakers with stockings and a skirt or dress. The sneakers of that long-gone era were nothing at all like the solidly constructed styles of the current era; they just canvas uppers on a thin rubber sole. Still, they created an eye-catching effect on any girl with sculpted ankles and shapely calves. Robyn was meant to wear that style and wear it she did to great advantage. Dr. Felsoff had been supplying her with tablets that were called phytoestrogen, a natural substance similar to the female hormone estrogen. Robyn was developing small but very obvious breasts! The boy/girl felt so very special as she caressed her newly discovered nipples. It was long before she began to caress her nipples and her cock at the same time. The dual stimulation led to orgasms that were so different from before and so much more intense. It wasn't long before she found a way to make these orgasms even more intense. She fantasized she was hurting, controlling men by inflicting pain and humiliation. Sessions with Dr. Felsoff helped Robyn overcome any feelings of guilt or sadness that she may have had over her new and aggressive personality style. "There's nothing wrong with a young lady being a tough bitch; especially not after the way life has treated you." While reinforcing this and other concepts, Dr. Felsoff was thinking to herself that It's far. Better to turn your hostility outward than inward. Directing hostility against one's inner self too often leads to depression and even suicide. She'll be okay if I can find her the right outlets. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// The sessions with Dr. Felsoff were becoming less frequent. Robyn understood that ready or not, she would soon be on her own. The boy/girl had very realistic concerns over whether a person like herself could make a meaningful life in the small town or any other place on earth. "Abbie, you once said something to me about learning to fight. Don't you think I'm doing pretty well just on instinct and anger?" "You certainly are. But beating that Bozo cop is no great challenge. He was never trained to be a police officer. He might have liked to be a cop, but he would never have passed the physical and more to the point the, psychological tests. You've got a lot to learn about the world and you're not going to learn it around here." "But there's' no place else I can go. It bothers me because it's like I'm sponging off Mrs. Fromm." "Robyn, I've been reimbursing Mrs. Fromm for any expenses she's incurred on your behalf. I'll be returning to my practice and my teaching in a few weeks. Give some thought to coming with me. You've grown into your new persona quite well and quite quickly. Your spoken grammar and vocabulary are no longer what they were when we first met. I can assure you that you'll stagnate if you stay here. What's worse is that there is no place for a girl like you in this town nor in any very small town. Most cities like New York or Boston or Philadelphia have what are called sub-cultures where a girl with your looks and that something extra can thrive in so many different ways." "Would I be able to get that fighting training you mentioned when we first talked about me becoming...being who I really am?" "It seems to me that channeling your anger into aggression suggest that you're handling yourself pretty well without special training. But to answer your question, yes." As she walked back to the Fromm home after her session, Robyn reflected on some of the many ideas and possibilities that had arisen during her time with Dr. Felsoff. "I keep thinking that I've become who I was meant to be or want to be which is definitely an attractive girl with a dick. I have power to manipulate boys and men and I definitely want to develop that gift. Abbie's right. I can't even know who I can be if I stay in this dumpy town. Lonnie got herself out of her and it sounds like she's going to make something better of herself than she could ever have been if she didn't leave. Of course, being the kind of girl I am, joining the navy or anything like that just isn't possible. Annie says Lonnie wants to chat with me on the phone, maybe even get together with me. Damn, I still have to discover who and what I can be in a way that will work for me. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Telephone Conversation Lonnie: Hi, Robyn. Annie's been telling me how much you've changed. You're really cute and all that, but best of all you can really handle yourself if you know what I mean. Robyn: I sure can, at least so far. Just want to ask you if we can begin all over without any of the bad stuff that went on between us back on the farm. Lonnie: Why do you think I asked Annie to let me talk to you. Since I finished boot camp, first in my training platoon and got sent to hospital corpsman school...learned there's all kinds of kinky stuff that goes on among the higher ups... Robyn (interrupting Lonnie): Hey, hold on for a sec. What's 'kinky' mean? Lonnie: Wow, you really are a na?ve kid! Got a lot to learn, kiddo. Robyn: I sure do have a lot to learn. Don't even know what that word you just used means. What was it? Oh, yeah, "na?ve." Lonnie: Not to worry. Annie told me how quickly you became the new you. And from she says, your pretty good at it, real natural even though pretty bitchy. Hey, lots of men like girls like that. Bitchy and then some. I hear tell you're leaving down and heading for New York City with your shrink. I'd like to meet with you for a few days on our own once I finish school and get an assignment. We can do some great things together. Robyn: That sounds cool. There's just one unfinished piece of business I have to take care of before I leave. I won't talk about on the phone in case they listen on your calls. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Robbie walked along the main commercial street just as the shops were opening on a drizzly morning. Over her shirtwaist dress, she wore an off-white cotton raincoat with a bright plaid lining. She had deliberately left her raincoat unbuttoned so that the light breeze would, from time to time allow the lining to be seen. The effect was, as she hoped, was strikingly attractive. A matching hat framed her face adding to her wholesome all-American girl allure. She noticed that the creep's own car was parked in the front of the five and ten which was her intended destination. Super, she thought silently as a satisfied smirk flashed across her across her face. I couldn't have planned this better. That is if he's having coffee or something at the lunch counter. Came here to buy some basic cotton panties but if I make a show of it, he'll be heading home to jerk off. Then he'll be even more ready for what we have planned for him. Poor dear won't suspect a thing. Couldn't happen to a more deserving guy or should I say victim. Robyn walked slowly up and down the aisles of the five and ten making sure the most of her movements was reflected in the mirrored wall behind the lunch counter. When she was certain she had his furtive attention, Robyn tilted her face in his direction and winked at him. Any thoughts he may have had about her being unaware of his ogling her dissolved at that instant as his lustful fantasies turned to rage. It took a few moments but he soon resumed tracking her in the mirror. She made her way to the counter which had several bins containing packs of inexpensive everyday panties in a variety of colors and fabrics. At the front of each bin was one opened pair so that prospective buyers could get a feel of the fabric or hold the panty so they could see the cut and detailing. Robyn had little doubt that other girls had inspected these panties in ways meant to attract and tease prospective boyfriends. She was even more certain that none of them had in mind what she was about to do as she held up a blue cotton pair, brought it to eye level, lowered it waist height and picked out a pack in her size. The ritual was repeated using a black satin pair before she selected a pack of the satin panties in assorted colors. As she paid the woman behind the counter, she made eye contact with the creep's image in the mirror. He didn't turn his gaze from her which was what Robyn expected. He just continued to stare at her, his mouth ever so slightly open. Her lips parted enough to show her front teeth. His face stiffened as she ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip and teeth. His face contorted in combination of frustrated lust and rage. She was not in the least intimidated. Tonight's the night, the night I'm going to destroy you. Robyn walked into the Fromm kitchen just as Annie was poking around in the fridge. She eyed her friend as the girl bent at the waist to reach into the lowest shelf. The very short pajama top hiked up to offer the boy/girl a generous view of Annie's tush. The semicircle of the gusset caused Robyn to take a deep breath. That is so, so sexy! I just have to get off by kissing her down there...If I do, Annie might get mad at me, think I'm queer. Better hold back. Don't want to get in trouble, maybe even get kicked of here. Got to figure if I want get off with girls or with boys...Say, could be best to get off with both...not at the same time though. Annie was startled to see Robyn standing behind her. "You're up pretty early and by that bag you have in your hand you've already been shopping..." "I just thought I buy some panties. A girl can't have too many basics." "you sure learn quickly," responded Annie as she grabbed the bag form Annie and started toing through its contents...Neat stuff!" Robyn yanked the packets of panties out of Annie's hand and spun her friend around so that she could spank her bottom. "Ouch! No fair," faking an indignant screech. She took Robyn by the wrist and pulled her up the stairs. As soon as they were in the upstairs hall, Annie released Robyn. The girls grinned at each other as they panted but not from exertion! They tussled playfully with Annie in control. Somehow, they found themselves in Annie's room. Robyn tried get her hands on Annie's ankles in order to dump her on her tush. The move failed as Annie took advantage of Robyn's momentum to sit back with her arm around Robyn's neck and throw the boy-girl over her and onto her back. With a thud, Robyn landed flat her back. Her attempt to right herself only caused the skirt of her shirtwaist to slip up to her waist. Annie straddled her and pinned the shoulders with her knees in a schoolyard pin as the boy/girl arched her back and rolled her head as she used all her power to toss Annie off her chest. Robyn paused to catch her breath and to, hopefully regain her strength. Sensing that the boy/girl had relaxed, Annie reversed her position and clamped Robyn's head and neck in powerful scissors grip between her thighs. "Bad move!" Robyn's voice sounded muffle as Annie increased pressure on her friend's head to the point of near agony. "You may think you have me, but I can bite you!" Robyn opened her mouth but before she could get her teeth into her tormentor's thigh, Annie rolled her hips from side to side and in doing so twisted the boy/girl's head back and forth. "Okay, okay, I've had it. I give!" With surprising speed and agility, again shifted her position before Robyn could eve try to sit up. This time she squatted squarely over Robyn's chest with her panty covered bottom a few inches from Robyn's face. Grasping the waist band of Robyn's brief panty girdle, Annie maneuvered the garment to a point just below the 'vee' of the boy girl's thighs. Freed from the constraining girdle, Robyn's cock stood at full erection. She yelped and writhed as Annie began verbally teasing the trapped boy/girl but more significantly, with her finer tips. Robyn's squeals turned to moans of anticipated pleasure as the real girl's fingertips brushed feather like over the sensitive skin between the back of her ball-sac and her nether hole. Robyn's dick began to witch rhythmically which prompted Annie to slap the boy/girl's balls hard enough to make her start to go limp but not quite. Robyn was nearly in tears from the combination of the physical pain of being slapped so hard in so tender a place, the frustration of being prevented from cumming, and being so easily physically controlled by a natural born girl. "That was so bitchy. You had no cause to hurt me like that!" "That's for nothing. Just think of what you might get if you gave me a reason...." Annie's threat was interrupted by Robyn's resumed attempts to buck her off. "If you calm down you might be in for the orgasm of your life; if not...Well, you might be sorry to find out what I'll do to you." Robyn didn't take Annie's warning at all seriously. To her dismay, she found out the girl was serious bout regretting what she might do next. Annie grasped Robyn' ball-sac in her hand, squeezed harder by slow degrees, finally sinking her sharp fingernails into the boy/girl's most sensitive skin even as she crushed her balls! Both Robyn and Annie were shocked that Robyn's cock had returned to an almost painful hardness! The na?ve boy/girl felt an electricity building in her groin. She screeched as Annie's tongue flickered around the rim of her cock-head and then engulfed the entire head. Robyn's legs thrashed as her cock exploded sending wave after wave of cum into Annie's eager mouth. The intensity of the orgasm lessened until Annie all but swallowed Robyn's entire shaft at the same squeezing the boy/girl's balls. A second surge of ecstasy sent every fiber of Robyn's being into a state she hadn't dreamt possible. She lay half-conscious as she recovered from the undreamed climax which had carried her to what seemed like and different plane of being. Robyn's balls as well as the tender skin of her ball-sac were sore form the clawing and squashing she had received form Annie in the course of being brought to this memorable climax. Her was still pounding as her mind returned to a more earthly, more rational state. She recalled the incident that seemed so long ago, the incident when Lonnie overpowered her, taunted her and hurt her yet made her cum in her wildest orgasm to that time. Like what had just transpired with Annie, that incident with Lonnie combined pain and ecstasy. The commonality suggested to Robyn that there were possibilities to be explored. Got to talk to Abbie about this. It felt too good when Annie hurt me and when Lonnie...But I got a charge out of hurting that creep cop...So how is it that it was so easy for Annie to dominate be like that? /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "It's unusual for you to call saying you need to see me right off. Something must have happened. Was it between you and Annie or between you and the creep?" "Between me and Annie. It wasn't like we're not still close, closer if anything. It's just we got into a playful tussle and she took over. I didn't have a chance against her. It was freaky weird how she so easily bested me. I mean, how come I could hurt the creep so easily but a girl my size pins me down in a minute?" "Because when you took on that perverted cop you were driven by anger and resentment. Not that you want to hurt Annie, but you need to focus all your resentments and anger on whomever you're up against or the target you want punish." "Punish? I don't get it." "You've been treated very badly by those who should have supported and protected you. It will be very refreshing and freeing when you feel free to take it out on those who provoke you in the here and now." Robyn felt a new kind of freedom. Her time with Dr. Felsoff had given her insights into herself and the dynamics of her relationships with those around her. She knew these new interpersonal skills would serve her well in the years to come. She was not yet sure of who she would become but the journey to that destination would be exciting and very satisfactory. For reasons that she herself didn't quite understand, Robyn fanned herself with her skirt as she crossed her legs. Her posture, despite the very brief flash of thigh a second ago, was very proper. Dr. Felsoff nodded approvingly. "You've progressed very well. That move was so natural, so unaffected. You can't begin to realize how many young women, and I do mean women, have tried so hard to master those flirtatious moves yet come out looking simply cheap. You, on the other hand, look so innocent and so sincere and that is what will give you control. You start like you just did and then slowly shift to total control and soon you'll have every would-be lover at your feet, literally at your feet." Robyn smiled pensively as she tucked her feet under her. A second later she asked, "Do you mean like this?" Dr. Felsoff took a deep breath, held it for a moment and then exhaled slowly. "I shouldn't say this to you but you're too good at this..." She paused trying to find the right words to convey her reaction. "Are you saying that I'm turning you on?" That's it! No matter what she says, she's got a thing for me. What do I do? Will stop seeing me if we do have it off? Never thought of making out with her before but now I really, really want to...to do what? Only one was to find out. Uncertainty combined with anticipation left Robyn breathless and visibly flushed. Dr. Felsoff couldn't help but notice the sudden change. Given her vast secondhand experience in sexual matters, she was certain that Robyn was aroused. She stood up, glanced at the door to make sure it was locked and then approached Robyn and put her fingers tips to the pulse in Robyn's neck. "You are definitely in a non-ordinary state. We both need immediate relief." She put her hands on either side of Robyn's face, then fell to her knees so that their faces were at the same level. Their lips brushed together then moved apart. "I hope you're not wearing a very restricting panty girdle," she whispered to Robyn. The boy/girl took the hint and raised her skirt. "That's for you to judge," she said softly as she lightly chewed Abbie's lower lip in the process. Abbie stood straddling Robyn's closed thighs and raised her own skirt to her waist. Robyn was transfixed as she stared at the tops of Abbie's lightly tinted stocking held flawlessly taut by an expensive looking garter belt. She nuzzled the shadow of Abbie's pubic hair through the woman's not quite opaque panties. Robyn realized that Abbie was now lying on the couch with her upper body support by the arm rest. The hem of her skirt was near her waist as she eased her panty crotch aside. Robyn leaned forward and kissed Abbie deeply. As their tongues probed each other's mouth the callow boy/girl began to whimper as her arousal built up. Abbie broke the kiss as she eased Robyn off her so that the boy/girl now knelt on the floor. Robyn's eyes widened as she noticed how very wet Abbie's panty crotch and her vagina had become. Instinct took over as Robyn, tentatively at first, allowed herself to taste her mentor's juices. No further guidance was need as Robyn's tongue slid between Abbie's nether lips until she found her clit. With an ever so soft moan of pleasure, the woman began a long, slow orgasm. It took several minutes for Abbie to recover which allowed Robyn to free her cock from the not very constraining panty girdle she had so fortuitously thought to wear that morning. Now that her cock as free to function however she pleased, it dawned on her that she wasn't sure what to do next. Of course, she knew about fucking, all secondhand information. As aroused as she was, she was paralyzed by the uncertainty of how Dr. Felsoff would react both at that moment and later when both had cooled down. Robyn suddenly found herself lying on the floor looking up at the wet spot on Dr. Felsoff's panty crotch. Before Robyn could begin to react, her shoulders were pinned painfully down Dr. Felsoff's knees. The older woman looked down at the young trans-girl. You've got so much potential and so much to learn. This episode should tell you how really irresistible you are, but it is a tragic mistake." She got to her feet, adjusted her skirt and sat on the edge of her desk. Now get up and adjust your clothing...Although you're not at all to blame for what just happened, there is a consequence. I can no longer take you back to New York with me. This is not meant as some sort of punishment, but I will not run the risk of us becoming lovers. That would violate every ethical consideration since I would be using a subject for my personal gratification. Oh, don't cry. I'll see that you are safely placed, and I'll pay for your training as a secretary... We'll, wrap up our sessions over the next two or three weeks." Robyn sat in silent contemplation for several minutes and then spoke in a firm, matter of fact tone. "Thank you for your offer but no thanks. I don't want you to see me placed as you put it. And I will not allow you to feel I owe you by taking you up on secretary school. You used me as 'subject' as you scientifically put it so we're even. By the way, my very convincing femme appearance and style is not due to you. It was Annie and her mom who showed me how to dress and use makeup and all that goes with it, so you have nothing to feel smug about." Robyn stood up, shook out her skirt and started walking toward the door. She turned back toward Dr. Felsoff with the intent of blowing her a kiss as a gesture of defiance. Tears had formed in the older woman's eyes. Although she kicked herself later, the girl decided that Abbie Felsoff had had enough for the moment.... Being bitchy is really a kick! Got to work on that. Going from all sweetness to total bitch, make that total, mean, nasty, punishing bitch will be so neat. An inscrutable smile appeared on Robyn's face as she exited the building. It was as if the smile was a warning of what lay ahead for anyone who crossed Robyn Carling. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Robyn wasn't ready to go inside Annie's house until she had time to reflect on what had just transpired and all else that transpired since the night Annie's mom had introduced her to Dr. Fromm. She just sat on the front steps of the house, knees tighter in a most ladylike posture. There were moments when certain young pedestrians strolled by that she allowed the wind to raise her skirt just enough to show her thighs, nothing more. She smiled when she did this enticing move in front of a couple about her won age as the walked arm in arm with arms around waists. She chuckled inwardly as the girl almost invariably elbowed her swain the ribs. A police car turned the corner onto the street. Could that be the creep? I hope it is so I can flirt at a distance. Get him ready for what Annie I have planned. A smile was all she gave him the first time the police car drove by. Robyn glanced at her wristwatch andbfelt a glow of anticipation. Nearly five, she thought to herself. That dopey shithead is working the night shift. It's going to be his last one ever. On the second pass she stood and waved to him making sure he got a full view as her windswept skirt rose well above her knees. She remained standing until the third and much slower pass. As the car neared, she waved, turned to face the door as if unlocking it at the same time making sure her skirt was blown high enough to expose her panty clad rear. Of course, she made a show of struggling to push her skirt to a much more modest level. She only tuned back toward the street when she heard the screech of brakes. The poor sap had been so engrossed by her pretended embarrassment that he ran the car over the curb and into a neighbor's hedges. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dinner was over, the dishes washed and put away. Annie checked the Rolleiflex; fully operational. She chose a loosely fitted jacket with lots of pockets to store extra rolls of the new 400 ASA superfast film. (Fast for the fifties.) Then a brief discussion of what would work best for Robyn. The choices were slacks or a flowing skirt. They quickly agreed the skirt would be the better option; freedom of movement while showing enough leg to keep the creep distracted. As she dressed, Robyn exulted in the sense empowerment she derived from each item she donned. As a boy she had been weak, cowardly, an item of rejection and derision. As Robyn, she attracted admiring glances, even lustful glances. A turn of her head or a simple sneer would cause a boy to become the awkward bumbling oaf that he was under all the bravado. "We can't get too far from a streetlight on account of the film won't show enough for his face to show clearly." "Good point, Annie, but pictures of a man in a police uniform ought to be enough to do the trick." About an hour after dark Robyn stood near a corner in front of a vacant tract of land opposite the park. The patrol car slowed and then stopped when Robyn, with distressed look on her face, waved desperately. She held up the leash she had in her hand. "Thanks for stopping. I need some help. I was walking a neighbor's dog and it slipped its collar and ran off. Probably hiding in the bushes." The creep nodded as he followed Robyn into the undergrowth until they were lost in the shadows. Her soon to be victim's eyes glowed with lust as she deliberately fell throwing her legs into the air. She scrambled to a kneeling pose on one knee and started giggling. "What's so funny, girlie?" "Last time I was like this in front of a guy, I was about to...to pay lip service to him, if you get my meaning." His response was to take off his gun belt and place it on the ground. He undid his belt and lowered his trousers. "I get your meaning loud and clear, little girl." "I told you before. Don't call me a girl. I'm a young woman." "Snotty, aren't you. Or are you just trying to get some rough sex?" He bellowed in agony as Robyn dove forward and head butted his balls! "We're going to enjoy some rough stuff but not the way you've ever had it before." As he lay doubled over gasping for air, Robyn knee dropped into his belly. She smiled down at him enjoying seeing his features contorted in unendurable pain and even worse humiliation. He had barely started to recover when he attempted to sit up but clutched at his neck in sudden desperation. Robyn had jerked him back down by yanking on the dog leash she had looped around his neck. She loosened the leash and allowed it fall from his neck. "Oooh! I could really get off on this rough stuff! How about you, big man? Or should I say big chump!" He managed it get on his hands and knees in a futile attempt to crawl far enough away from the vengeful boy/girl to be able to stand. Robyn moved behind him and kicked his already sore balls. Although nearly as effective as full-frontal kick, it was hard enough to make him fall flat on his belly. "Get up, now!" Her voice was strident, demanding. She put her hands on her hips as she stared at him. He managed to get as far as kneeling on one knee when Robyn sunk her nails into his ears and yanked his head forward as she drove her knee into his face. She looked down at her defeated would-be rapist who lay curled up in a fetal position whimpering incoherently. Annie stepped out of her hiding place and waved the camera at Robyn. "Great shots. Can't wait to get them developed and printed. Best of all is that you couldn't be recognized...Let's get of here before someone finds him." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Annie and Robyn were in the basement dark room early the next morning. The photos showed a very recognizable creep standing, penis in hand, as a slender teenager cowered before him. That one was enough to get him put away for a very long time. The rest showed the girl turning the tables on the rapist turned victim. That afternoon they drove to the county seat and mailed copies of photo one to the police chief and to the creep's minister father. They gave it a couple of days to simmer and then mailed copies to the local newspaper, to the state police and the county prosecutor. Robyn showed her the complete set of photos to Dr. Felsoff at their next session. Abbie nodded approval and then set the photos aside. "Young lady, you're a major talent! There are men and women who are more than willing to watch a performance like you put on that night. They'd pay even more to be your target! The fees stagger the imagination. Still, you would need to train for a legitimate career." "Abbie, I'm flattered and I'm sure that you're not putting me on. It sounds to me like you're gong back on what you said when we had...that incident, if you get my drift. You sounded convinced that we had crossed some kind of line; ethical, wasn't it? Maybe you figure you can make some money off me. Not after the way you blew me off." "Would you accept a letter of introduction to people who might be willing to help you establish yourself?" "Depends on what you mean by establish. How about you just pay for my secretarial training and expenses? I'll take it from there."