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The Locked Drawer by RH Music I tried to write this in the style of Deirdre, having recently re- discovered her stories. But as you can tell I completely failed. I hope you like it anyway. I was 14 when my Dad left the house without his keys. I spied them on the dining room table. Mom and Dad had left for the day, golfing with friends. Mom always drove because she would get car sick otherwise, so it made sense that they didn't come back for his keys. Immediately I thought about his locked drawer in the master bedroom. It had been a source of curiosity all my life. What was in there? I had tried lock picking it with paper clips, but no luck. But now, here were his keys. And on the key ring was the key to the drawer. I memorized the position of the keys so I could return them when I was done and then grabbed them and ran upstairs to my parent's bedroom. Hands shaking, I found the key for the drawer and opened it. Panties. My god, the drawer was jammed full of panties! But not just panties, I found bras and girdles and stockings too. All sorts of feminine finery. Did Mom wear this for Dad on their special evenings when they locked the bedroom door? Did he make her wear them for him? Did he buy all of this so he could enjoy Mom looking sexy in slutty lingerie? I spied a shiny nylon-satin pink ruffly pair of panties on the bottom. Not knowing what I was doing, I put them into my pocket, locked the drawer back, and then took the keys back to the dining room. Back in my bedroom, I masturbated with the panties wrapped around my penis. I imagined my mother wearing them as she sat in my lap. I know it was sick and wrong, imagining my mother doing that, but what can I say. She is a good looking mother. My friends are always telling me so. When I heard them come home, I stuffed the panties under my mattress and tried to pretend that nothing had happened. At dinner that night I kept imagining my mother dressed in lingerie. I masturbated with the panties again that night. The next day after I got home from school, disaster! Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with the pink ruffled satin panties. "Look at what I found under your mattress," she said. "Where did you get them?" "I... I found them," I said. "Found them, where?" "I don't know." She just looked at me. "On the floor," I added. "Uh... behind the washing machine?" "Don't lie to me, Paul Jacob Johnson! You're only making it worse." Shit, she used all three of my names. "I... found them in your bedroom..." I tried to leave room for doubt. "How did you open the drawer?" She knew! How did she know? "I... uh... Dad left his keys on the dining room table," I said lamely. "And so you go rooting around in our drawers, did you ever think that maybe it was locked for a reason?" "Yes," I mumbled. "What do you have to say for yourself, Paul Jacob?" "I'm sorry, Mom." "That's not enough. I think I'm going to have to discuss your punishment with your father." "NO!" I shouted, reaching out impulsively. I couldn't imagine anything worse than Dad knowing I had stolen a pair of his wife's panties. He was the man I most respected in the world! "Please, anything but that!" She looked at me for a while. "Okay, fine." She got up and fetch a wooden spoon from the kitchen. "I suppose you're not too old for a spanking." I looked a the spoon, remembering how she had spanked me, years ago, with it. I was too old to be spanked! But it was either that or she would tell Dad, and there was no WAY I wanted that to happen. "O-okay," I said. She seemed surprised. "Alright then. Lean over the table." She gave me a few swats on my bottom. "No, that's not going to work," she said. "Take your pants off." "Do I really have to?" "Should I just discuss your punishment with your father?" Damn. I pushed my pants down to my ankles and leaned over the kitchen table again. "Your underwear too." "Mom!" I said, whining, hoping she would change her mind. But she said nothing, and just waited. I knew what the choice was. So I stood up and pushed down my briefs, exposing my naked bottom, and then lay back over the table, closing my legs together to try and hide my penis. She grabbed my ear, just like she used to do and held my head down to the table, while she spanked my bottom with the wooden spoon. It stung something fierce, but if I'm being honest with myself, the shame and embarrassment was worse. I was 16, too old to be spanked! Finally she was done. I tried to get up but she told me to stay down and think about what I had done wrong. "I hadn't seen those panties in years. Why did you take them?" she asked. I knew I couldn't say that I was masturbating while thinking about my mother wearing them. "I dunno." "Do you like panties? Is that why you took them?" "I... I guess." Anything was better than the truth. "You like how they feel?" "I suppose." "Hmm. Your Dad likes how they feel too." That made me imagine my Mother wearing the panties for my Dad, maybe sitting in his lap as he felt them with his hands. And my penis got hard. "Well, you might as well get up and put them on, then." Wait... WHAT? "Well, I don't want them back, not after you've... whatever disgusting thing you've done with them, I don't want to know. They're yours now. Put them on." I just lay there, on the table, trying to figure out what to do. "I said, PUT THEM ON!" Mom barked, obviously still mad. I jumped up, took off my shoes and pants, and facing away from her so she wouldn't see my hard penis, I stepped into the pink frilly panties and slipped them on. I was wearing my Mom's panties! Holy shit! "Now turn around, so I can see them." But I couldn't. My penis was rock hard and would surely be visible. "TURN AROUND," she growled. "Or do you need another spanking?" I hung my head, my face burning hot with shame, and turned around. "Oh!" she said, and then smiled. "Now I understand. You really *do* like how they feel, don't you. Just like your father. Okay, you can get dressed. We're done now." * * * That Saturday, Dad came into my room with a stack of laundry. In my house, Dad does the laundry. "Here's your clothes," he said. "I washed your panties, they're on top." Seeing my horrified expression, he grimaced. "Your mother told me all about how you stole my keys and opened the drawer. But it's okay. I understand. It's a relief, actually. One less thing to hide. Anyway, obviously one pair is not enough, so here are six more pairs from the drawer for you to wear. I washed them all. Now you can wear them all the time." I felt my face burn with shame. "What do you mean?" I finally got out. "Your mother said you like how they feel. So, you'll probably want to wear them all the time. Do you need more room in your drawers? Should I take some of your old boxers away and donate them to charity?" "No!" "Okay, sorry," Dad said, and left. "Are you wearing your panties?" Mom asked that evening over dinner. I almost spit out my food! Dad made it worse by just looking away. I could tell he was ashamed of me. "No!" "What? After your father went to all that trouble picking out all those nice pairs for you to wear? Didn't you say you liked wearing them? Show some respect and go put on a pair right now." I sat there not moving. Was she really saying this? "You're not too young for another spanking, young man! I think we proved that a few days ago." I got up and went to my bedroom where I put on a light yellow pair under my pants. "There, now isn't that better?" Mom asked. "You should be wearing them all the time, since we all know how much you like how they feel. In fact, I think we should just take away all of your male underwear, since you won't be needing them anymore." "But what will I wear to school?" I asked, panicking. "Why, your panties, of course." "But what about gym class?" "You'll figure something out. James? Would you go and bag up all of Paul's male underwear." She looked at me. "And all of his T-shirts as well." "Yes, dear," Dad said. He looked embarrassed for me. "There, now you won't have any silly concerns about wearing panties, like we know you want to." The next day I wore panties to school. Surely people must know? But I did my best to act casual and just go about my day, which was difficult because I had an erection most of the time. "Hi Paul." I looked up, surprised. "Uh... Kate?" Kate was my Mom's best friend's daughter. Mom was always trying to set the two of us up together, but neither of us was interested. Kate wasn't interested in me because I wasn't rich, or smart, or good looking, and I wasn't interested in Kate because she was a stuck up snob. "So, you're wearing panties now?" "What the fuck?" I could feel my face flush red. "How'd you hear about that?" I whispered. "So it's true!" She smirked. "Ha ha! Paul is wearing panties. That's rich. What color are they?" "None of your business." "Pink? I bet they're pink." "I said, none of your business!" "So, they are pink! That's hysterical. Paul is wearing pretty pink panties. Ha ha! So, what are you going to do about gym class tomorrow?" "I don't know." "I could help you." "Help me? How?" "I got you a doctor's note." She opened her purse and showed it to me. It was a real doctor's note excusing me from PE because of an injury! Kate put the note back in her purse. "Why would you do that for me?" I asked, suspiciously. "What do you want in return?" "Nothing much. I just need you to do my math homework for me. Advanced algebra, like I'll ever need that." Kate handed me her math book. "All of the exercises from pages 42 through 87, chapter 6 and 7. And do the extra credit too. And you better get it 100% right." "Fine," I said, quickly stuffing her math book into my backpack. "It's due tomorrow. We can meet before school and I'll check it over and then I'll give you the note to take to class." I worked until 2am on her stupid homework. It was two whole weeks worth of assignments! And because she was a year older than me, I had to review everything from the start of the book. Thank God Dad helped me, or I think it would have been hopeless. I told him I was doing extra credit work and he believed it. "It's nice to see you taking such an interest in your studies," he said. The next morning I gave the work to Kate who barely checked it and then gave me her doctor's note. "Ligament tear?" said the PE teacher. I nodded. "Sounds painful. Are you okay? It looks like you haven't been sleeping well." "Uh... yeah," I said. I did my best to limp a bit as I left the office. This continued for the next few weeks. If I complained, Kate said she would tell the principal that the note was forged, and then I'd really be in trouble! So I did all of Kate's math homework. I wondered how she would be able to complete the tests if she didn't do the homework? But she told me to not worry about that because she was really good at studying for tests, and beside the material wasn't that hard. * * * "You must like taking orders from women," Kate said, one morning, as I handed her the latest batch of homework. "If you say so," I said glumly. I now had to do her biology homework too. I was getting tired of it and wondered how I might get out of it. "Oh, don't get your panties all in a bunch," she said, giggling at her own joke. "I tell you what, why don't you come to my house tomorrow?" "Seriously?" Tomorrow was Saturday. I was shocked. All this time, Kate had never taken even the slightest interest in me. "Yeah. I'll show you just how much I appreciate you. Like a reward. Come in the morning." "Okay." The next morning I showed up at her house. "Are you wearing your panties?" Kate asked, first thing, after opening the door. "Yes." She led me to her kitchen where her mother was drinking coffee and reading the paper. "Paul, meet my mother," Kate said. "So, this is the nice young man you have wrapped around your little finger?" she said. "Hi, Ms. McKinnon," I said. "Just call me 'Ms. McKinnon,'" she said. "Or Ma'am. I'm no longer married." "Yes... Ma'am," I said. "Thank you for doing Kate's homework." "You know??" "Of course I know. Kate's much too busy studying for SATs and interning for the mayor's office to be wasting time on pointless high-school exercises. And from what I hear, your work has been excellent. And all of this is because you wear panties to school? That's what your mother told me. Is it true?" "Yes". My face burned bright red, but it seemed like there was no point in denying it. "How wonderful! Take down your pants and show me." "What?" I looked back and forth between Kate and her mother. "No!" "He's shy," explained Kate. "Now dear, you don't want me to have to call the principal of your school and tell him that you forged the doctor's note, do you?" "No..." "Then take off your pants." "I..." Kate's Mom pulled out her cell phone. "Let's see if I can find your principal's contact information. Oh, there's her e-mail address!" "Okay! Okay." I unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles. "What a pretty pair of panties! Step closer. Look, Kate, he has a nice little erection. It's clear he likes wearing them." "That is a 'little' erection, isn't it?" Kate giggled. "Indeed it is. Now, Paul, take off all of the rest of your clothes, but leave your panties on." Unbelieving, I just stood there. "Do I need to give you a spanking? Your mother said I could spank you if you didn't behave." "My mother knows I'm here?" "Of course she does, dear. Now, take off your clothes." Not seeing any alternative, I took off the rest of my clothes, leaving the shoes on the floor, but piling all of the rest on the kitchen table. Kate's mother reached into her purse and pulled out a bra and then held it out to me. "Now put this on," she said. I just stared at her. "Would it help if I told you that it came from your father's drawer?" she smirked. I froze. At that point, I think my mind was a blank. I don't think I even registered what she had asked me to do. All I could think of was how embarrassed it was to be standing in nothing but panties in front of Kate. "PUT IT ON!" Kate's Mom barked. Jolted, I reached out and, after fumbling for a minute, slipped my hands into the bra straps. It felt weird as I let it settle around my shoulders, the soft cups gently holding my chest. I felt Kate close the clasp in back, trapping me. "How did you do that?" Kate asked her Mom. "You just need the right tone of voice," her mother explained, "and then you can get them to do anything you want. Watch this." Kate's mother turned me to face her daughter and hugged me from behind, pinning my arms to my side. "Look at her," Kate's mother whispered into my ear. "Isn't she beautiful?" I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Here I was in just panties and a bra in a woman's arms being asked about her daughter. "Stop..." I tried to look away. "Look at her," Ms. McKinnon said, turning my head to face her daughter. "Just tell me, isn't my daughter beautiful? You know it's true. Just say it." "Yes," I whispered. "There now, that wasn't so hard, now was it? Say it again. Say how Kate is beautiful." "Kate is beautiful." "Hmmm... that's not quite respectful enough, now is it? Say 'Miss Kate is beautiful.'" "Miss Kate is beautiful." I felt weird butterflies in my stomach. "Look how hard his little erection is," Kate said. "Yes, he's a natural." What did she mean by that? Kate's mother started stroking my chest through the bra. Then she found my nipples and started playing with them. I squirmed in her arms, trying to get away, but not really trying. Just struggling enough so she had to hold me tight. "Kate has a bright future ahead of her," Ms. McKinnon said softly into my ear. "You are lucky just to be in the same room with her. I'm sure you agree." I watched as Kate pulled out her cell phone and dialed. "Ms. Johnson?" She was calling my Mom! "Yes, he's wearing the bra now." She took my picture. What? I struggled to get away, but Kate's Mom wrapped her arms around me more forcefully, holding me in place. Still I squirmed as I heard words from my mother over the phone as Kate said "mm-hmm". "Your Mom says that she's glad you're wearing bras now and that she has instructed your father to make sure you have have plenty of bras so you can wear them all the time. What a lucky boy you are! You'll have so many pretty bras to wear!" "Now, as to why you are here," Ms. McKinnon said. "Kate has a track meet and then some charity work, so she won't have time to do her chores. So you will have do her chores for her." "But..." I sputtered. "I didn't come here to do more chores!" "You came here to wear ladies underwear?" Kate asked. She aimed her phone and took another picture of me! "No!" I was now seriously freaking out. "Hush, it's okay," Ms. McKinnon said, hugging me from behind and playing with my nipples some more. "Kate's not going to share her photos with anyone, are you, Kate?" "Of course not! Just family." "There, you see? Now if you don't help Kate do her household chores, then she won't be able to help the shelter organize food deliveries and lots of poor people will go hungry. You don't want that, do you?" "No..." "So then...?" I squirmed some more. My penis was really hard. I just wanted to be alone so I could masturbate. "Fine," I said, glumly. Ms. McKinnon showed me what to do and before she left, she took my clothes with her. "So you're not tempted to put them back on," she smiled. "Feel free to wear anything of mine you'd like," Kate said, with a smirk. "Or mine," added Ms. McKinnon. And then they were gone, leaving me a long list of chores to do, trapped in a house that contained only female clothes, and with me only wear a bra and panties. It was early evening before they finally got home. I was just finishing up the last load of laundry. "Oh, aren't you just adorable!" Kate said, clapping her hands, when she saw that I had put a frilly apron over my bra and panties. "Thanks," I said, sourly. "Here are your clothes," said Ms. McKinnon. "We'll see you next week." When I got home, my Mom asked how my day at the McKinnon's had gone. "Fine, I guess," I shrugged, not wanting to talk about it. "Better than fine is what I heard. Janet was very complementary of your household skills! Keep it up, and I think that you and Kate may have a nice future together." That night I masturbated while thinking about what had happened with Ms. McKinnon and her daughter, Kate. It seemed unbelievable that I had cleaned their house wearing nothing but a bra, panties and an apron. What the heck was going on? Did I really have a chance with Kate McKinnon? She was so popular and accomplished. Why would she ever be interested in someone like me? * * * The next day, Dad showed up at my room with about a dozen bras. "I tried to select a nice variety for you," he said. "Various colors and styles. The kinds I like the most. Some more frilly and some more plain. The sports bras are especially comfortable, but maybe you'll like wearing underwire bras for how they make you feel." I was in shock. How they made me feel? What was Dad getting at? "Uh... thanks..." was all I could get out. Dad removed some of my old shorts and swim suits to make room. "Are you wearing your bra?" Mom asked, Monday morning. "Um... it's a school day," I said. "So? I heard you got out of PE using that fake doctor's note, so there's no reason not to wear a bra. You'll love it! Now run back upstairs and put one on." "But I'll miss the bus!" "Go! I'll drive you to school if you miss the bus. And besides, I know for a fact that Kate would want you to wear a bra." Not knowing what else to do, I clomped back to my room, chose a bra at random and put it on (fumbling for a while before I got the hooks right). It was nice, actually, a kind of dusty-rose color with white lace trim. When I looked at myself in the mirror, it didn't seem like anyone could tell it was on, but I put on a hoodie as well, just in case. "Are you wearing it?" Kate asked when we met before school. I handed over her science homework and some extra credit math exercises. "Yes," I hissed, looking back and forth to see if anyone heard. I felt Kate's hand on my back as she felt for the bra straps. "You are! Awesome. And you're going to wear it all week, right? For me?" "Uh..." I wasn't sure what to do. No, I didn't want to wear the bra, but it seemed like everyone else wanted me to. "Sure," I said, finally. "Awesome. See you on Saturday morning. I've got a special treat for you." Kate winked at me as she left. I spent the rest of the week in a kind of daze. What was going to happen on Saturday? Mom had said that Kate and I might have a future together. Did Kate have a thing for me? I masturbated every night that week, wearing my lingerie, thinking about Kate and her Mom. Finally, Saturday morning arrived, and I again rang the bell of Kate's place. Her mother answered the door. "Paul! How lovely to see you. Come on in. Kate is out running." I followed Ms. McKinnon up the stairs to a guest bedroom. She opened the closet and pulled out a black dress with white trim. "Here is my 'special treat' for you. It's a Maid's Uniform! You looked so uncomfortable last week in just your bra and panties... Paul? Paul?" But I was out of the house by that point. As soon as I heard 'Maid's Uniform', I felt so humiliated that I just turned and ran. I didn't stop running until I got all the way home, tears of shame streaming down my face. A maid's uniform. A maid. That's all I was to them? A maid? A servant? I wasn't sure what was more humiliating. That they thought I was less than a man, or that I finally realized I had no chance with Kate. Of course not. All she saw me as was just as someone to do her homework and her chores. As someone beneath her. I stormed into my bedroom and slammed the door, screaming into my pillow. Finally I sat up, took off my shirt and bra, and then gathered up all of the lingerie in my drawers and took them downstairs. "I don't want to wear panties or bras anymore," I said, dumping them on the table. At that point I didn't care. "Honey, I know this is difficult for you..." she started. "I DON'T WANT TO WEAR THEM ANYMORE, OKAY?" I shouted. "Of course, sweetie," she said, sadly, gathering them up. I went back to school on Monday expecting to be called into the principal's office and suspended for my fake doctor's note, but nothing happened. Apparently, Kate never told them it was fake. I saw her around school a few times, but always I would back away, trying my best to not be seen by her. Once she tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Paul..." but I just ran away, my face bright red with shame. I guess she must have resumed doing her own homework. * * * Sometime later, Dad came into my room and sat on the bed. "I know it seems weird," he said. "And maybe your Mom made a mistake. She loves you, you know, and she just wants what's best for you. For who you really are." "I know, Dad." "What you need to realize," he continued, "is that women like Kate, like Ms. McKinnon and like your Mom... Strong, confident women... They are very rare. Well, strong, smart and confident people in general are very rare, but women like Kate and Ms. McKinnon... They are extra-special. You may not find another woman like Kate or Ms. McKinnon for the rest of your life." And with that he placed a key on my desk and walked out. I thought a lot about what he said all that week as I secretly watched Kate at school. At some point I took the key and when Mom and Dad were both out, opened Dad's drawer full of lingerie and took out a few pairs of bras and panties. I masturbated that night while wearing women's lingerie and thinking about Kate and Ms. McKinnon. That was the start of the end. * * * Saturday morning I knocked on Kate's door. Ms. McKinnon answered it. "Go up to the guest bedroom and strip down to bra and panties," she said, "and then wait for me." I did as she asked. After a long while, Ms. McKinnon entered the room with the maid's uniform. "Are you ready to put on the uniform like a good boy?" she asked. I nodded. She showed me how to put on the stockings by rolling them up (they had rubber elastic and didn't require garters) and then I put on uniform itself: a black dress with white cuffs which buttoned up the front. Then I added a half apron and a pair of simple black shoes. "There now. Isn't that so much more decent and appropriate?" My stomach was churning. Was I doing the right thing? I nodded. "Say 'Thank you, Ma'am.'" "Thank you, Ma'am," I replied dutifully. "Very good. Now here are your chores for today, and I'll see you tonight." She gave me a list and then left the house. I heard the garage door close as she drove away. I was so hard, but something told me I shouldn't masturbate. I guess even then I was starting to think that my life was no longer my own. So I started with the laundry. Nervously, I made my way into the master bedroom - Ms. McKinnon's room. It was strange walking through the house in the maid's dress with my bra and panties. The stockings felt weird. Sexy. Feminine. Her room was beautiful, with a large, Queen-sized bed and smelling of floral perfume. I gathered up all her clothes, beautiful silk blouses, her used bras and panties, her yoga pants and casual shirts. In the master bathroom I found a hamper jammed full of clothes which I pulled out. It took two trips to take it all to the laundry room. I buried my face in her clothes and smelled her womanly smells. Next I ventured into Kate's room. It was a typical teen-age girl's room, with posters of female rock bands and track stars on the walls, framed pictures of her friends and neglected teddy bears. On one side was a desk piled high with books and papers and her laptop. Clothes were everywhere! I hunted around and eventually I'm pretty sure I found them all. Kate's clothes were more casual than her mother's. Mostly jeans and slacks and blouses. Her panties were so small! She wore a lot of thongs. I wondered what that must feel like. Next I stripped the beds. Both of their sheets had strange stains on them. When I stripped Ms. McKinnon's bed, a dildo fell to the floor! I picked it up, not knowing what to do with it. It felt weird in my hand. Did she really use this? She must, because there was something crusty on it. I decided to put it in her night stand. After separating out the dry-cleaning, I did the wash, carefully sorting the clothes into bins and following Ms. McKinnon's instructions. I went through the day in a horny, erotic haze. * * * "Very good, Paul," Ms. McKinnon said. "You did all of your chores and you did them all well. Of course, I have some minor corrections, but that's only natural for someone who's untrained. But you still need to be punished." "Punished?" Ms. McKinnon pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together with a long scarf that she cinched down the middle. She then took me to the den, where Kate was sitting on a chair with what looked like a wooden rod. I couldn't move. Ms. McKinnon gently marched me over and pushed me over so I was laying across her lap. Kate was wearing a nice suit skirt with a blouse. Perhaps she had worked at the Mayor's office earlier. Kate pushed up my maid's uniform skirt so it was bunched around my waist, and then pulled down my panties to my knees. The cool air on my bare bottom made me shiver. "Count them," Kate said, pulling back and giving me a vicious stroke over my bottom. The pain was intense! I had never felt anything like it. The rod was so much more painful than my Mom's spanks! This was for real! "Count," Kate repeated, patiently. "Wuh-one," I finally got out, squeezing my eyes tight. She continued until I finally counted "10". I was glad that my hands had been tied, otherwise I would haven't been able to bear it. Kate helped me off her lap and I stood before her. "There, now you have been purified," Ms. McKinnon said, strangely. "Now Kate is going to give you a very precious gift. Do you understand, Paul?" "Yes," I said, wondering what it was. "Think of it as payment for a job well done, this gift. And only if you continue to work hard and to do what ever I tell you to do, will you maintain this gift. This is what all of your hard work is for. This is everything. Do you understand, Paul?" "Yes, Ma'am," I said, not really understanding at all. What could this gift be? It must be very special! "Go ahead, Kate." Kate stood up lifted her skirt and turned away from me. "You may kiss her," Ms. McKinnon said. I stared at her, shocked. Did she mean what I thought she meant? "Go ahead," Ms. McKinnon said, gently pulling me to the ground. "Accept your special gift." But I didn't do anything, I just knelt there, staring at Kate's bottom. It was gently cupped by her simple cotton panties. "Kiss it," she encouraged me, pushing my face forward. Eventually, I felt my face press into her bottom, my nose in her crack. Her soft panties pressed against my cheeks. She smelled musky and wonderful. I reached out with my lips and pressed a kiss into her bottom. And then I realized: I had just kissed Kate's ass. Which made me an ass kisser. "Now never forget this special gift from Kate. You will receive it every week as your payment for a week's worth of good work. Now go upstairs and get dressed in your street clothes and we'll see you next week." That night I masturbated, thinking about my face pressed into Kate's bottom, her cotton panties pressed against my lips. * * * This continued for the next few weeks. I kept doing Kate's homework every day. On Saturdays I would go to their house, dress in my maid's uniform (yes, now I was thinking of it as 'my' uniform) and then do all of the cleaning chores that Ms. McKinnon set out for me. When they got home, I would be spanked no less than 10 times with the rod, and then I would get on my knees and kiss Kate's bottom. It became the highlight of my week. Then one Saturday, just as I was finishing the last of the laundry, I heard my Mom's voice in the foyer. "Let me show you how well our Paula is doing with the housework," Ms. McKinnon said, leading my Mom into the laundry room where I was working. My mom gave me a knowing look. It was as if seeing me in a maid's uniform just confirmed everything she ever thought about me. Ms. McKinnon took my mother on a tour of the house, showing her how I folded and put away the laundry, how I had hand washed their lingerie, the way I put french corners on the beds, and how well I scrubbed the bathrooms so that everything gleamed. "I was just following instructions, Ma'am," I said, feeling sheepish. "And so modest, too!" smiled Ms. McKinnon. "So you see?" "Yes, I see now," said my Mom. "Now, Paula, lean over for your spanking." I hesitated, looking at my mother with wide eyes. "It's okay, dear," she said, taking me by the wrist and gently pushing me over the kitchen table. Ms. McKinnon pulled out her rod and gave me the minimum 10 strokes. Mom watched with sympathy, as for a child taking his medicine. "Delivered so strongly!" she exclaimed. "Just a weekly minimum," Kate's mom said. "To make sure our Paula understands her place. Which reminds me, KATE?" "Yeah, Mom?" Kate bounced into the kitchen. "Time for Paula's gift?" She turned away from me and pulled down her jeans so I'd have access to her pantied bottom. I stared down at the ground, blushing red with humiliation. "Paula?" Ms. McKinnon asked, gently. I sank to my knees and the looked up at Kate's bottom with its cotton panties and delicate lace. Leaning forward, I placed a gentle, worshipful kiss on her bottom. "Thank you Kate, for this special gift," I said, repeating the phrase which I had been taught. "I am not worthy." Kate pulled up her jeans and turned around and gently stroked my face. I felt a surge of warmth run through me at her unexpected kindness. "Keep up the good work," she said. "I will," I said, staring at the ground, feeling my heart beating in my chest. * * * "Well, *that* was quite some display!" My mother said, as she drove me home. "Quite some display indeed! I can see that Ms. McKinnon was absolutely correct. Yes, indeed." "Correct about what?" But my mother refused to answer me. * * * Early Monday morning, Mom woke me up. "Hurry up and get dressed," she said. "Put on a nice pair of panties and a matching bra. We're going to see Ms. McKinnon before school." Ms. McKinnon and Kate were just getting breakfast when we arrived. Ms. McKinnon told me to strip, right there in the kitchen, in front of everyone! I didn't want to, but what could I do? I stripped and handed my clothes to Mom. "Now, quick, like a little bunny, up to the guest bedroom. Or should we call it the maid's room now?" Ms. McKinnon smirked. "And put on the clothes you see on the bed. Hurry!" Thinking it was just going to be doing another day of household chores, I was surprised to see a soft grey wool skirt and nice, feminine cream- colored blouse (with a peter pan collar and pearl buttons) on the bed, plus a pair of black tights and pink Converse sneakers. Maybe Ms. McKinnon got tired of dressing me up as a maid? Once I was dressed, Ms. McKinnon sat me down at the dressing table and quickly brushed out my hair and added some hair spray. I have shoulder length hair, so I guess she just wanted it to look nicer? Anyway, she pulled out a curling iron and added some curls to it and then added a hair band so it was pulled back away from my face. Next was the makeup. Some goopy stuff that she dabbed on, then some more creamy flesh-colored stuff that she brushed on with a pad. Then she outlined my eyes with a pencil and then brushed something on my eye lids. After plucking out a few stray eyebrow hairs ("well do more later") she put a little light powder on my cheeks and then finished it up with some pink lipstick. "Don't you look adorable," she sighed. "You and I are going to have so much fun together! One last thing." She opened the drawer of the makeup desk and pulled out a box. Opening the lid, there were two breast forms! She had me open the blouse of my shirt, and she slipped the breast forms into my bra. They were cold, but warmed up quickly. "Much better. But hurry, we have to go." Without even giving me a chance to look in the mirror, I was dragged downstairs where Kate and Mom were waiting. I got in Mom's car and we drove off. The skirts and tights felt weird against my legs. And I could feel my new fake breasts tug at my bra straps. I wanted to reach up and play with them, but it felt weird to do it with Mom in the car. You could certainly see the bumps in the front of my blouse, however. I was just about to ask 'where are we going?' when Mom pulled into the high school parking lot! "Stay here," she said, getting out of the car. As if I would leave the car and be seen by my class mates! I watched as students began arriving at school, some of them looking at me and wondering, I suppose, who that girl? Suddenly my car door opened and there was Kate! "Come with me," she said, grasping my hand. I looked at her and shivered. I didn't want to get out of the car, but something about her calm assurance made get out of the car and follow her. Hand in hand, Kate and I walked to the front door where Mom and Ms. McKinnon were waiting. Students all around us were whispering: Who is that girl with Kate McKinnon? I don't know her! Why are they holding hands? I was in a trance. This wasn't me. I was back at home. This was a dream, right? I looked straight ahead and just allowed Kate to lead me all the way to the principal's office. "Principal Jameson," my Mom said, "this is my son, Paul. As you can see, he is transgender, and has decided to present as female. Also, he is changing his name to Paula." WHAT?? I looked at my Mom, shocked. Present as female?? I looked towards Kate and Ms. McKinnon, and they both looked at me with beaming faces. "I know you're nervous," Kate said, giving my hand a squeeze. "But you know this is for the best." She then leaned over and whispered into my ear, "and I have a special surprise for you when we get home." "Well, that is very brave of you," said the Principal, smiling. "Don't you worry about a thing. We'll change your permanent record to 'Female'. We had inclusivity training about this very thing at the beginning of the school year, so you just let me know if you have any problems. And, of course, since you're presenting as female, you should use the women's restrooms." "But I don't--" I started to say, but I was cut off by my mother who thanked the principal profusely before ushering me out of his office. "You're Paula now," said my mother. "A schoolgirl. Enjoy it." I stood there, in the middle of school, as students chatted and walked to homeroom, swirling around us, staring at me and Kate together and talking in whispers. I felt like an Alien Species who had just landed on the planet, completely disconnected from everyone around me. I could feel my clothes, which now felt like traps around my body. The tights around my legs, the panties around my penis and buns, the bra and the women's blouse I was wearing. Even my makeup and hair with the hair clip. "Here, I got you a new backpack," said Ms. McKinnon. It was bright pink with neon purple piping with light pink flowers embroidered on. "I hope it's girly enough." "Come," Kate said, taking me by the hand as I slung the pink backpack over my shoulder. Mom and Ms. McKinnon waved after us before walking away. My face burned with humiliation, but the worst was still to come. "Mrs. Williams," Kate said as the two of us entered my home room class (I didn't even know she knew what homeroom I had!), "this is Paul Johnson, who has just come out as transgender and is changing her name to Paula." The entire homeroom, which had been a bustle of pre-class activity, immediately fell silent as everyone stared at me. "Oh my!" Mrs. Williams said. "Why, I... I had no idea!" "Yes, well, Paula is pretty shy, which is why it took her so long to admit her true nature, isn't that right, Paula?" I gulped, looking at the teacher and all of the classmates. What could I do? I was trapped. "Yes," I said, in a small voice. I could hear whispers in the room. 'It really is him! I guess we need to call him a her now? O.M.G. this is bizarre!' "Now everyone," Mrs. Williams said. "Gender Dysphoria is a recognized medical condition, and we should all be as encouraging as possible to our brave, brave Paula who is finally embracing her true nature in coming out as a transgender woman. Let's all give her a round of applause!" And, to my shock, they all applauded! Some even whistled! "Well, I can see you're all set here," Kate grinned. "Stop by after school," she whispered into my ear, "for your special gift." I looked after her, and then back at my grinning classmates, and realized all of a sudden... There is no going back. I would now be known to the whole school as a transgender, male to female student, and that my name was now Paula. How could I back down from that? How could I come back to school and say: 'Just kidding!' or 'Kate made me do it?' Impossible. It would just be easier to stay as Paula. I stared helplessly at my classmates, before Mrs. Williams gently guided me to my desk. I sat down, smoothing my skirt almost unconsciously, opened up my pink backpack with the embroidered flowers, got out my notebook, adjusted the hair-clip in my hair and class started. I went through the rest of the school day in a trance. People asked questions, some girls I had never met before invited me to sit with them at lunch. They seemed to think it was cool to have a transgender girl at their table. People kept asking me, over and over, "So you're a girl now? And your name is Paula?" and I kept having to answer "Yes, my name is Paula now," so many times that it became automatic. And then, when I had to go to the bathroom, I hesitated in the hallway, trying to decide what to do, before one of my, I guess, new female friends from lunch, pulled me into the girl's bathroom, where I did my business (pulling down the tights, then the panties) and then brushed my hair in the mirror as other girls came in and out and prettied themselves up in the mirror, smiling at me with encouragement. But every smile, every nice gesture, every helping hand... each one was like another little push, making it harder and harder to ever return to being a boy, making me feel more and more trapped as Paula. Forever trapped. * * * After school I walked to Kate's house, and Kate herself answered the door and led me up to the guest bedroom. She was wearing a pleated skirt with a designer T-shirt, the same as she had worn to school. "You were very brave today," she said. "For a moment there, I wasn't sure you would go through with it, but in the end, you did, didn't you?" "Yes," I said staring at the ground, feeling ashamed at my weakness. "Oh, don't be so glum, I'm sure you'll come to love it. Now on your knees for your special gift." I knelt before her and she lifted up her skirt and presented her bottom to me. I placed my lips on her panty-covered bottom and gently kissed her ass. The cotton fabric pressed against my face deliciously. "And now for your extra special gift," she said, pushing her panties down to her knees and then parting her ass cheeks for me, exposing the rosebud of her anus. "Only very rarely, when you are especially good, will you receive this. Now kiss it, and then lick it." I gasped with surprise. "Hurry, before I take it away." I pressed forward, feeling her silky smooth ass cheeks press against my face. She smelled so warm and female, I swooned a bit. My lips seemed to find her rosebud of their own accord and I kissed her anus. It was a loving kiss. "Now lick it," Kate sighed. I could tell she was loving this. She reached a hand into her panties in front and started stroking herself. My tongue slipped out and licked across her anus, eliciting a gasp from Kate. "Yesssss..." she hissed, stroking herself harder. "More..." I pointed my tongue and speared it into her ass, probing into her sphincter. Her taste was bitter and dark. I'm not sure what I was expecting. A taste I thought I could learn to love... We continued like that, me licking her anus and worshipping her bottom and Kate frigging herself until she finally came in a noisy climax, reaching back and pulling my face into her ass so hard I couldn't breathe. Finally she was done and pushed me away. I fell to the floor, gasping. "Did you enjoy your special gift?" she asked, pressing her sneaker into my crotch. "I can see that you did," she giggled, rolling my hard penis beneath the rubber sole. "Now get dressed in your maid's uniform like a good little subservient maid and go see Mom. I have work to do." I took off my school clothes and set them on the bed, then found the maid's uniform and put that on. It felt weird not to have to change my bra or panties. I was Paula the schoolgirl, and then I changed into Paula the maid. I checked my hair and brushed it out a bit. "Did you enjoy your 'extra special gift' from Kate?" Ms. McKinnon asked when I found her in her bedroom. "Yes." "Good. And did Kate enjoy it?" "I... yes," I said, remembering her climax. "Even better. I was hoping she would. It will be so much better if you both enjoy it." "Is Kate my girlfriend now?" I blurted out the burning question which had been occupying me for the last month. "Is that why she changed me into a girl? Because she likes girls?" "Your girlfriend?" Ms. McKinnon stared at me, astonished, before bursting out in laughter. "Oh, my goodness no! Is that what you've been thinking?" "Well, I thought..." I toed the ground, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "No, my dear, you have a much more noble purpose. You will be trained to be Kate's servant." "S-s-s-servant?" I stammered. "Yes. You will be her faithful servant. Her personal assistant. That's why you have to be a girl, because a male personal assistant would raise too many questions." I felt a sinking feeling. All she wanted was... an assistant? "But... why?" "You see, Kate has big goals. She wants to be mayor, then governor, then president! Her goals are too big for her to accomplish on her own. She needs a faithful, adoring, forever loyal, personal servant to attend to her every need so she can concentrate on doing what she needs to do to succeed. You'll be doing everything in your power to take care of all of the trivia of life so she can concentrate on being successful. An unpaid, loyal assistant." "Unpaid?" She put her hand on my cheek. "Yes, my dear, unpaid. Because you're doing it for love, aren't you? You're doing it because you love Kate, and you're just happy to be in her presence in any way possible. Isn't that right?" "I... I don't know," I said. I could feel my eyes start to tear up. "Oh, hush, you know it's true. Why else do you let her boss you around like this? Why else have you let her turn you into a female maid like you have?" "It wasn't like that. I didn't have a choice!" "Hmmm. We'll see. Why don't you lay down on my bed for a while, okay?" I took off my shoes and scrambled into her bed, laying on top of the comforter. Ms. McKinnon had me lay face down, with my head pressed into her pillow. "Very good. That's my obedient maid. Now just lay like that." I lay like that for a while, hearing rustling in the closet behind me. "Now, up on your knees." I felt Ms. McKinnon get into bed. She had me get up on my knees, facing away from her. I felt her lift my maid-uniform skirts over my back and pull down my panties. "So beautiful," she purred, stroking my naked bottom with her hands. I pressed my face into the pillow, wondering what was happening. I felt something cold and gooey dripping into my crack. Ms. McKinnon gathered it up and pressed her finger into my bottom! "Ms. McKinnon!" I gasped, trying to get up. "STAY PUT," she commanded, slapping my bottom. "Obey!" Quivering, I lay back down, feeling her violate my bottom with her finger. Eventually she added a second finger. "So tight..." Just when I was getting used to it, she pulled away and then I felt something different. Something larger and soft and slippery... and rubbery. She pressed the strap-on dildo against my sphincter, with firm pressure. "Oh, how I missed this," she sighed. "I used to love fucking my husband, until he left us. Now relax, Paula. Let it in. Let yourself get fucked." I whimpered and tried my best. It was very well lubricated and Ms. McKinnon was very experienced, so once my sphincter relaxed she had the right angle and it just slipped right in. I moaned into the pillow, feeling invaded. It was so full... Feeling FUCKED. "That's my girl," she said. "No longer an anal virgin now, are you?" She pushed in deep and then pressed her hips against me. "Oh, how I love this!" she sighed, grinding into me. She set up a rhythm. The pain I initially felt faded and I started to moan in earnest. I was being fucked in the ass by Kate's Mom! "That's my girl, lay there and just enjoy being fucked," she said. She reached under my hips and grasped my penis. "Nice and hard, I see." What? No! "Oh, yes. My girl likes being fucked, doesn't she? Likes being pegged by a strong and assertive woman, don't you?" "No..." I moaned. "Please, no!" "Oh, but you do, and it's time you admitted it," she pressed against my back and continued fuck my ass as she reached around and stroked my hard penis. "Say it!" she said. "Say, 'I like to be fucked.' Say it!" "No!" She pressed in especially deep, taking my breath away and grasped my balls hard and squeezed them. "Say it!" she commanded. "I..." "That's it! Say it!" "I like to be fucked!" I gasped, feeling something break inside. "That's it! Say: 'I am a girly anal slut who likes to be fucked in the ass!' Say it!" "Please!" She grasped my balls again. "Say it!" "I'm a girly anal slut! I'm a girly anal slut who likes to be fucked in the ass! Please...!" "Oh, you are so like your father." "WHAT?" I tried to escape, but of course it was impossible. Ms. McKinnon had me firmly in her clutches. I was trapped as her anal fuck slut and there was no where I could go. "Yes, your father likes to dress up in women's lingerie and get fucked in the ass. Didn't you know that? Did you think those panties you stole from his drawers were your mother's? No, they were his! Like father, like son. Two submissive, anal sluts who like to be fucked by strong, demanding women." "Nooo...." Not my father! "Oh, yes," she said, picking up her pace. "In fact, he's probably at home right now, being fucked by her just like you. And then she's going to throw away all his male clothes and turn him into her own household maid just like you will be for us." "Please, it can't be true!" I felt my world crumbling around me. "Oh, but it is true. And by the way, you'll be moving in to our house full time. That way I can train you for Kate, to be her own personal assistant and maid." "I'm... I'm staying here? But... what about my stuff?" "Oh, Paula, you won't need any of your old, male things. We'll create a brand new life here as Paula. Shy, studious schoolgirl in public, anal slut maid in private. I'll get you all new clothes and we'll build a whole new life for you. You'll be trained to be Kate's personal assistant. It's a life-time appointment. But then, I think you like that, don't you?" She reached and grasped my penis, which was hard and throbbing. "Noooo..." "Oh, but yes," she said, stroking my erection. I could feel myself on the very edge, underneath her, being fucked in the ass, her terrible fingers stroking me just to the very edge. "I think we both know that if you cum while I talk about how you're committing yourself to a life of servitude, as Kate's Personal Assistant and Maid... as her *female* Personal Assistant and Maid... then you're committed, aren't you?" She continued stroking me and then pushed deep into my ass. "And we already know what an anal slut you are, don't we? We know that for a fact. So now, *Paula*, all you need to do is just let go and enjoy it. Enjoy your new position in life. Let go and stop fighting it, and just become who you were meant to be a servant girl. For life." "Noooo!!!" I gasped, trying to hold back. But it was hopeless. I spurted into her hand. "That's my girl," she cooed. Ms. McKinnon continued to stroke me until I was completely spent. Eventually, I stood up on my shaky legs and faced her. "Now what's your name?" she asked. "Paula," I answered. "That's right. And are you a boy or a girl?" "A girl," I answered. "And will you be Paula, for the rest of your life?" "Yes." Every question was like a nail in my coffin. "And who do you love? The woman who gives you your special gift?" "Kate," I answered. "Who do you love?" "Kate." "Say it." "I love... Kate." "And you're her loyal servant, aren't you? You obey her, and me, in everything, don't you?" "Yes... ma'am," I said. "Forever?" "Forever," I agreed. My fate was sealed. "That's my Paula. Now clean up this mess and come downstairs and I'll show you how to cook a quick dinner." THE END