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Previously........................................... - Mockingbird Awakens - A New Day Dawns Mockie began to wake up after the tumultuous past five days, where her body had been racked with pains, excessive sweating, hallucinations, incoherent babblings, and a constant thirst. Weakly she opened her eyes with her vision after first being blurry, slowly regaining focus till she was able to once more see clearly. "Owwwwww.....helllll," she mumbled to no one in particular, as she still felt like a used up rag doll. Out of the corner of her left twitching eyes, she caught sight of her big sis Harley, gazing at her intently. "Well, sis," Harley began gently, "it's about time you came back around to the living." She took a cool, damp clothe and gently bathed her little sis' face. "Ummmmmm, ummmmm, ummmm," Mockie began falteringly, "what's, what's, what's happening? she asked in a soft tone, her memory foggy. "How long, how long, have I been out" she begged her big sis for the answer "Silly girl," Harley began, "you have been out for a little more than five days." Soothingly she continued. "As to what has been happening, well, let's just say you have a new beginning," she murmured, softly. "Sis, you have a lot to learn starting today," she paused for effect, then continued, "your body, has under gone massive changes and you are NOW completely female, inside and out sis." she finished with light laughter. "Ummmmmmmmmmmm, completely female, sis, I don't understand," Mockie spoke hesitantly, "what do you mean sis?" she asked quizzically. "Well baby girl," Harley stated firmly, "suffice it to say, that your internal plumbing is exactly like mine!" she spoke emphatically. "Your body has under gone a complete metamorphous," again she paused as she took in the shocked expression of her little sister, "you have ovaries, all your eggs, which are stored in the upper corner of your uterus, a sweet vulva, fallopian tubes, and your vulva contains your labia majora, mons pubis, labia minora, your hooded clit, and glands within your sweet outer pussy that will help lubricate your pretty flower, and like WOW, that is such a phat, lush, extremely sensitive pussy you have." Harley stopped for a few seconds to let it all sink in, then continued. "Your tits are now all yours, they are your boobs, your mammaries, your breasts and baby girl you sure do carry a good pair of knockers." she finished with a flourish of excitement. "OMG, OMG. OMG," Mockie uttered through her shocked pursed lips, "It's true, really true, Harley......" she pondered in a questioning tone. Laughing, Harley stated matter of factly, "You betacha, sis, you are a complete bitch, just like me now!" - Mockingbird Rises for the New Day Mockie looked to her older sister, as she lay about on her hospital bed, the announcement by Harley, that she was now a complete bitch stunning her into silence. She just wanted to lay there all day and relook the path that her life had taken and was about to take. She had no idea the depths that she had to relearn managing her daily routines as although she had followed along with all the suggestions that Harley had instilled in her during the periods that Harley had induced a deep hypnotic state; but this was different, she could feel the difference deep in her frame and for now she just wanted to take the time to recover from the grueling five days and nights of agony that she endured due to the treatment that she had undergone. Harley, looked at her little sister resting in the hospital bed, in deep thought; but Harley had plans for her little sister and the first matter that had to be handled was her sister's first trip to the gynecologist. Harley figured that there was no time like the present for Mockingbird to undergo her first female examination and identify the actions that she would need to adhere to for the next thirty or so years. "Sis," Harley started to speak, "you need to get up, take a quick shower and slip into your clothes." Harley paused a second. "Nice, fresh panties, bra, a loose blouse, denim skirt, bobby socks will do and a pair of low heeled pumps." Harley finished with, "While you're getting dressed, I'm going to get us set-up to so that you will be seen my doctor." One last breath then. "She will see us right away, I'm sure of that and then we can head back here after your first girlie exam and we can talk." Mockie slowly sat up in the hospital bed, turning so that her buns were resting along the left side of the bed and her slender feet were hanging down the side. Just as slowly as she had turned while raising to the seated position, she gently slid off the bed and as her uncovered feet met the carpeted flooring of hers and Harley's bedroom she felt a tingling sensation running up her shins, calves and thighs. This was a new feeling for her and she stopped her movements as she took it all in. Harley had been watching her little sister and a thought had entered her mind. She wanted Mockingbird to wear plain white full cut, high waisted cotton panties and a matching bra. She did not want her sis to wear her wickedly wild lingerie, she wanted Mockie to wear virginal white all cotton undies. "Baby girl," for the first time, Harley began to use a new moniker for her little sister, as she continued to speak. "I want you to slip into a pair of white cotton full cut panties and a matching bra." A twinkle played about Harley's eyes as she finished her words. "You can find several sets in my lingerie drawer, choose what you want, as it will be my special gift to you, my sweet, virginal sister." Mockie, made her way to Harley's dresser and opened the top drawer which was filled with neatly folded panties on one side, and matching bras on the other side of a low divider. She spotted the four full cut white cotton panties and deftly picked up one of the pairs of panties. She then looked to where the bras were arranged by color with the soft white cotton bras at the rear of the draw, each neatly folded so that the straps were all tucked under the bra cups. Careful not to make a mess of Harley's lingerie drawer, as it had taken Mockingbird a full thirty minutes to arrange the drawer to Harley's commands during the first month, that she had been here in the lair, she picked up the all white cotton bra, then closed the drawer. She next made her way to her closet, where she snapped up a hanger on which hung a light pink blouse, with ruffled half sleeves and a plunging neckline. Underneath the blouse was a high waisted, knee length, light washed blue denim skirt. Before closing the door of her closet, she bent over at her slender waist and quietly picked up a pair of low heeled black pumps, then closed the door. Finally she went to her own dresser and opened one of the side drawers in which there were neatly folded stockings, pantyhose, leggings, and socks of various styles. Reaching inside, she pulled out a pair of white lacy bobby socks, then she closed the drawer and padded off to the bathroom to use the toilet and take a quick shower. - Joker takes a trip As Joker's two gals were preparing for the trip to Harley's doctor, Joker made his way to the make-shift lab deep on the other side of the underground lair, where the geneticist doctor was at. He was heading there to collect up the full figured female who had provided the transformative treatment protocols to Mockingbird; but who was now currently dressed in fishnet pantyhose, calf length 4 inch heeled stiletto boots, a pair of black leather booty shorts, and a dark red tube top that barely covered her large boobs. She sported a spiked hair-do, with multi-strands of hair that were of various colors. Her ears each held five piercings, along with a large nose ring, belly button ring and hidden under booty shorts, fishnet pantyhose and a pair of dark purple thong panties was a studded ball-bearing ring firmly attached to her clit. Her fingers sported 3 inch long needle point gold colored nails and around her neck there was a leather collar identifying her as whore 34. Joker was heading to the lab to collect up the female and drop her off at the stripper club that he owned and where she would not only be plying a trade as a new stripper; but as a hooker for the club. Until she earned a name, she would be known as whore 34, and the patented Joker gas that she was given daily would insure her desire to put out to the various clients that visited the club, all of whom were members of Gotham's underworld and a good number of which were also in various agencies of Gotham's public services. After dropping that female off at the club, Joker was going to be heading out of Gotham for several days, as he had some nefarious dealings that he needed to check on. As he was making his way to the make-shift lab, Joker recalled with mirth behind his ghostly painted eyes the first two months in which Mockingbird had been in his captivity. The once youthful young male adult required many hours of training as he was being transformed into the feminine creature he fought against becoming; but which was slowly happening under the tutelage of Joker and Harley Quinn. While Harley had been primarily responsible for teaching Mockingbird how to dress like a female, Joker had taken on the task of praising his new girl, or punishing her as he taught her to learn the skills of a thief and criminal. It was painstaking, as he had begun her training, by having her settle on his lap while he and Harley ran schemes and plans for various heists. While she was settled on his lap, in her altered jester outfit, she was required to rest her head against his wide muscular chest. She was also required to place her outside hand up against the opposite side of his clothed chest, from which she rested her covered head. As she was sitting in this manner, Joker had a firm grip about her covered rump, which over the course of time was slowly altered from a masculine appearance towards a feminine appearance. He would at times knead her buns as she sat across his lap and Joker knew that for the first few weeks, the psyche of Robin was mortified, humiliated and fearful all at the same time. Each time that a heist was in the planning stages, Joker would add an additional incentives to his newest jester, or he would administer the shock punishment if she did not respond as he wanted. For the first few weeks, it was always the Robin psyche that was in firm control, as the Mockingbird psyche was just in the secluded baby stages of birth in Joker's newest gal. As time wore on and Joker added new responses from MB, while planning the heists, Robin was slowly loosing his grip and allowing brief moments of feminine responses to emerge. Feminine responses that were centered on acting in the manner that Joker desired to see from his girl and those responses were passed on to the weakening psyche of Robin by Mockingbird. Joker had his new girl identify various means and methods of gaining entry into a bank, jewelry, or art gallery, which ever heist he planned. The first time that he pressed for MB to identify a means of entry without sounding the alarm, Robin had refused and received a small jolt of pain from the shock collar, which caused him to fall off Joker's lap and land his rump on the floor, withering in pain. Joker had waited a minute or two and then pointed to his lap. His new girl resumed her position on his lap and again Robin rested her covered jester head against Joker's chest and placed her painted nails on the opposite side of Joker's masculine chest. Joker knew that Robin was being conditioned to think of himself as a her and that Harley was placing Robin into deep trances during the late evening hours, prior to his two jesters settling for the night time. Joker had taken a spell and not engaged the new jester in conversations after that jolt of pain. He had allowed Robin to recover and to think about that experience, all the while needing to keep her head resting on his broad muscular chest. Harley and Joker had ended the planning session a short while later and it was not until the next day, that they resumed planning for the heist. This time, when Joker pressed Robin for the best means for gaining entry, Robin had recalled the painful jolt from the last planning session and although not wanting to provide the information, his new jester, did not wish to experience another jolt and grudgingly provided Joker with the answer. When Robin had supplied the answer, Joker gently moved his new jester's covered head away from his broad chest and planted a kiss upon MB's ghostly pale forehead, then he allowed MB to once more rest her head upon his broad chest. Although mostly frustrated and a bit humiliated at the sign of affection by Joker, his new jester accepted the praise and re- positioning of her head upon Joker's clothed chest. Joker and Harley then discussed way in which Bats might try to foil the heist and during their conversation, Joker had again pressed Robin to supply answers. Here, Joker took strong note of the hesitant young adult's response and when Mockingbird firmly began to shake her covered head, he had held up the control and Robin again begrudgingly through clenched teeth, answered Joker's question. Once more instead of pressing the control, Joker gently pulled Robin's jester covered ghostly pale face away from his chest and planted yet another kiss upon his new girl's forehead, then for the remainder of the planning session had allowed Robin to rest her face upon his chest, not bothering to press for any further responses. As Joker recalled, the very next day after several day of planning the heist, the trio made their way to where Joker planned to secure a number of fine items of jewelry and had taken along several of his henchmen. The heist went smoothly and there was no sign of Bats, which Joker knew was going to happen; but the look on Mockie's face when Batman failed to show up to foil the heist was memorable. Robin's face was twisted in anguish at not being able to have Batman show up to secure his freedom and she presented with a crestfallen look. Unknown to Robin/MB was that Joker had set a false trail for Bats and was glad to know that Bats at the moment of the heist was at a jewelry shop clear across the many miles of Gotham. Mockingbird had taken part in the heist, snagging several handfuls of precious gems and Joker had taken note how his new jester, gazed at them with a sign of longing, as her newly sculpted fingers and forest green painted nails caressed the jewels; but she did not hold back from placing them all into the sack that he carried. Upon returning to the lair though, Joker reached into the sack and pulled out two of the gems and handed them to Mockingbird, directing her to take some time with her big sis and create a couple of rings that she could wear. The look that MB gave him was precious, as it was filled with shame, humiliation, fear, embarrassment, and a bit of lust, as her fingers lightly gripped the gems. It took a swat on her slowly transforming backside from Harley, before she had once more realized that she needed to thank him and as she had been conditioned, MB sought to place a kiss upon his right cheek. She had barely reached it though and the kiss had landed on his lower chin. The two jesters then left his company and he did not see his new girl again until early afternoon of the following day. When MB did arrive with her big sis, she was wearing a halter top of red and green and at her naval was a new belly ring in which was housed one of the two gems that he had gifted to his new jester, with a small chain attached and a capital J gold letter centered on the small chain. Joker continued to recall how over the next few weeks the trio would plan a heist and each time MB was required to engage in the interactions and provide suggestions and ideas. If she hesitated, she received a small shock and when she provided the answer, she received the kiss on her forehead. After planning the heists, the trio, along with several henchmen would then act on the plan and each time that the heist was in progress, Batman would be at another location due to Joker setting another false trail. Each time that Bats failed to show the look of depression, puzzlement, and a slowly building anger was noted on his new girl's ghostly face. During a fourth heist, Joker even had one of his henchmen, that MB had not met, play the part of a rent-a- cop. The thug arrived at the scene and had pulled his gun, aiming it at Mockingbird and telling her to freeze. Joker had stepped in and cold- cocked the thug, posing as a rent-a-cop and the look on his new jester's face was priceless. It was quite possibly the first time that the Mockingbird psyche was let free, for without hesitation she flew into his arms and planted a big kiss, which landed at his chin, and she profusely thanked him for saving her. From that point onward, Joker no longer laid a false trail during the planning and execution of the heists and on the next heist, MB was forced to encounter Bats and she had hesitated a bit; but still complied with the suggestions that had been constantly instilled in her, through the hypnotic suggestions and the training she had undergone. During that encounter with Bats, Mockingbird's persona had been front and center and when Batman sought to use the batarang against him, she had stepped forward to protect him from the device, thusly returning the deed from when his thug who had played the part of the rent-a-cop and had threatened MB. That thug was currently taking an extended vacation in Las Vegas. Joker recalled all these events as he was making his way to the lab and when he arrived at the door of the lab, he returned his thoughts to the present time. Due to the transformation treatment of the past week, his new jester was a full female now and he knew that Harley was going to take Mockingbird to the doctor today for her first ever well woman exam. His thoughts now went to how much he was going to enjoy her new form when he returned from his trip and how he was going to bust her cherry when the time arrived. Until then he had work to do and that included bringing the former female geneticist to the stripper club he owned and then travel several hundred miles to Chicago where he was going to be meeting with sub-elements of his nefarious criminal empire. He had made Harley aware of his plans and that he would be returning in about seven days, and that until he did return, that Mockingbird was to remain housed in their suite of rooms deep in the lair. - Mockie Meets Her Doctor As Puddin was departing the lair with the newest stripper for his club in tow and two of his henchmen, Harley and Mockingbird were slowly making their way through the lair in the company of their two watchdog henchmen. Neither of the two female jesters were dressed in their jester outfits as they were traveling to Harley's and soon to be Mockie's doctor. Instead both were dressed in mid-thigh length denim skirts, and ruffled blouses. Under Harley's outfit, she wore a matching set of pink silk panties and bra, where as Mockingbird, wore plain white full cut cotton panties and a matching white cotton bra. Both of Joker's girls wore white lacey bobby socks and low heeled black open toed pumps. Silently they traveled through the lair till reaching the parking zone where there were a number of vehicles, including two special vehicles. One was the Jokermobile and another was redesigned and designated as the Jestermobile. They group of two female jesters and their two watchdogs though walked over to a black four door Mercury Milan. The two henchmen opened the doors for their charges and as soon as Harley and Mockingbird had settled into their seats, the two henchmen climbed in to the front and took off for the doctor's office Upon arriving at the doctor's office, the two henchmen remained seated while Harley and Mockingbird exited the vehicle. They entered the office and was met by a raven haired nurse who was aware that they were arriving. She had already opened a new chart on her computer system and had printed forms on a clipboard for Mockingbird to fill out, for her to take basic vital signs and measurements and ask basic health questions that the new patient might leave blank. The raven hair nurse was full figured and her uniform was a basic scrub set that barely hid her charms. She was all business with her new patient; but she did wonder which way Mockingbird swung though as she herself was the eye candy and lesbian lover of Doctor Janet. At times, at the underground club for the criminal element in Gotham she and Janet would engage in petting, caressing and late night love making with Harley and several other female criminals and she wondered if Mockingbird might also be enticed to join in on their merriment; but for now she was concentrating on preparing Mockingbird for her first well woman examination. She handed the clipboard to Mockingbird and escorted both Harley and her new patient to an exam room, then informed them. "I will be back shortly, please take this time to answer the questions as best as you can on the first three forms." She waited a moment, then continued, "I will let Doctor Janet know that you have arrived." She then exited the exam room and traveled across the hall to the doctor's office where she first fell into a deep embrace with Doctor Janet and allowed her lover to feel up her scrub covered derriere and they engaged in a passionate lovers kiss. After several minutes where Doctor Janet petted her feminine lover, the nurse broke away and quietly stated. "I couldn't help myself Jan, I took one look at our new patient and got all warm and wet inside." She paused a moment. "She sure is a looker and she has Harley's eyes and full lips." Doctor Janet, nodded and then settled down in her high backed office chair. Once more all business, her nurse and lover, spoke about general impressions that she noted, during the first few minutes in meeting with their new patient. This allowed time to pass in which Mockingbird could fill out the forms and after another ten minutes of passing along information to Doctor Janet, the nurse rose up from the chair she had settled in on the opposite side of her lover's desk, planted a light kiss on her cheek, then left the office to return to the exam room. When the nurse re-entered the exam room, she took note that Mockingbird had filled out the forms and she directed her to settle on the exam table. As soon as Mockie settled down on the exam table, the nurse took her vital signs. Harley was sitting in an office chair to the right side of the room watching her sister intently. After the nurse completed with taking Mockie's vital signs, she then set up a needle and syringe and drew some blood from her right arm. Finally the nurse looked at Mockingbird and stated. "Please take the next few minutes to remove all your clothing and slip into the paper gown that is resting on the counter right there." At which time she pointed out a folded article sitting on a gleaming counter top. As she gathered up the equipment and was preparing to leave the examination room, she stated, "The doctor will be in, within a few minutes to conduct your gynecological exam." She then turned and opened the door, exiting the room and closing the door softly behind her. As soon as the nurse departed the room, Mockie first removed her low heeled pumps and white ruffled lacey bobby socks. She silently placed her bobby socks into each shoe, then slipped downwards till the balls of her feet lightly touched the tiled floor. She let her pumps drop down gently on the foot stool at the end of the exam table, then unbuttoned her pink blouse and slipped out of it. With her left hand crossing over her cotton bra covered boobies, she allowed her blouse to drop down onto the exam table just behind her right side. Next Mockie slipped down straps of her bra down off her shoulders and deftly rotated the bra, so the eye hooks of her chest straps were facing front and with practiced care, she undid the eyehooks with the nails of her right hand, while her left dainty hand, held the cups in place, so that the bra would not fall away and cause her to need to retrieve it from the floor. Mockingbird recalled the first two months in which she was with Puddin and Harley and each time she had been preparing for bed, or changing outfits, Harley was constantly reminding her to always take care of her wardrobe. Anytime she made a mistake, her big sis, was quick to discipline her, at first using the shock collar, then paddling her plump firm toned tushie, and even snapping a slim weed rod against that caged boi clit. Mockingbird smiled at the last moment, knowing that she no longer had a boi clit, she had a well formed girl clit, that was right now nestled in its hood, hiding under the outer folds of her pretty love tunnel. After placing her bra atop the blouse, Mockie, then rose to her feet, unzipped her skirt and shimmed out of her denim skirt. Bending forward at her slender, tanned waist, Harley's little sis, snatched up her skirt and folded it neatly in half length wise, then padding forward to where a hanger sat on a clothes hook, she placed her pre-washed powder blue denim skirt on the hanger, then finally slipped her fingers into the waist band of her pure white cotton panties and proceeded to glide them down her slender toned, tanned legs, till they were at her ankles. She was careful to guide her panties down over the charm anklet resting in a snug position just above the crest of her right ankle bone, until the right leg of her panties was off, then she slipped her left foot out of her white cotton panties, folded them in half and placed her panties on top of her skirt. Mockie, then padded over to the counter in all her feminine glory, her boobs swaying gently and her plump rip buns, jiggling just a bit as she stepped towards the counter on the balls of her feet, her heels remaining about two inches off the floor as she had grown accustomed to wearing three inch and higher heels. She approached the paper gown and when she finally reached it, she picked it up so that it unfolded in front of her. Mockie then slipped her slender, toned, tanned arms through the sleeves and then maneuvered the gown so that the neckline was resting slightly above the base of her slender neck and did not hide the collar that proclaimed she was Puddin's property. Doctor Janet knocked on the door, then after a 15 second wait time, she opened the door and took note that her patient was sitting on the exam table with her blond locked head turned towards Harley and they were conversing in low tones. As she was closing the door, Mockingbird, turned to face her and Doctor Janet, introduced herself to Mockingbird. "Good morning dear, I am Janet, Lewis and as of today, I will be your primary care manager." she paused for effect, then continued. "As Harley has most likely filled you in, I am also her doctor and have been her physican for the past few years. Doctor Janet, allowed that to sink in to her new patient's head, then continued. "Today, as per Harley's request, we will be conducting your yearly gynecological exam." Again Doctor Janet, paused for a moment, then asked. "How many exams have you had in the past few years Mockingbird?" Mockingbird, looked first at Doctor Janet, then swiveled her head towards her big sis, looking for guidance. Harley answered for her little sister, as she took note of the telepathic thought that Mockie sent her way. "Sis, how can I answer that?" Mockie posed to Harley. Harley, looked at Doctor Janet and stated, "This is her first female examination, as she has been very protective and also strongly protected from sexual activity." There was a twinkle of merriment in Harley's blue eyes, as she continued. "My little sister, has had no sexual intercourse with any male figure since her onset of puberty." Mockingbird, blushed as she heard Harley basically describe her as being a virgin. Prior to the treatment she endured by the geneticist research doctor, where she was transformed from a shemale to total female, she had, or rather Robin had engaged in sexual intercourse; but that was in male form, so Harley was right in the sense that Mockingbird was a virgin and this knowledge was what caused her to blush. Most females had already engaged in sexual intercourse prior to reaching the tender age of 20; but Mockingbird who was barely 20 years of age was still a virgin. Mockie, took note of the fact, that Doctor Janet was writing down this information on the packet of papers that were attached to the clipboard she had carried in with her. Doctor Janet, pulled a swivel chair over and sat down on the chair after placing it along the mid of the left side of the exam table, upon which Mockingbird sat. She glanced over at Harley who was ready to fill in answers that Mockingbird may find difficult to respond to the questions of. Doctor Janet, then turned her gaze back to her patient. She started asking Mockingbird a number of general questions about her health, to which Mockie, responded in the affirmative for questions that dealt with her general diet, exercise, if she was up to date with all her shots and a number of other general health related questions. Harley, interrupted Mockie's answer in regards to being up to date with vaccinations and in a soft melodic tone. "Janet, Mockie will need to obtain her HPV vaccinations." Mockie gazed at her big sis and via the telepathic link that they now shared asked, "Sis, what is a HPV vaccination?" she then followed up with two more rapid fire questions. "Why do I need HPV vaccinations?" and her second was. "Do I really need them?" Harley responded to the rapid fire mental questions via the mental link they now shared. "HPV, helps prevent genital warts, and yes you do need them baby girl, cause you want to keep your plumbing clean of those nasty buggers." She paused, then continued. "They can irritate your sweet pussy and cause pain and itching." she thought for a second then finished with. "Sides Mockie, they are very unattractive on your inner and outer pussy lips and around that pretty tunnel of yours." Mockingbird thought about the response from her big sis, then responded herself. "Yuckiessssssss sis, OMG, I want my kitty to be smooth and free of them nasties, like your pussy is Harley." she then blushed, as she thought about how Puddin would respond if she sported warts on her cunny and how her big sister would be very upset with her for not taking care of her girl parts. Harley laughed out loud as she heard both the mental comment and her little sister's thoughts, then responded once more through the mental link. "Girl, your pussy will be free and clear of them nasties, you silly bitch, we will always keep both of our pussies clean of them irritating infections that cause those ugly warts." Doctor Janet continued to ask Mockingbird lots of questions about her general health and after completing both questions and an examination of her arms, legs, heart, lungs, abdomen, and face and neck area, she calmly stated. "Mockingbird, next I will examine your breasts and I want you to take good note of how I am conducting this exam, because I want you to do a self breast exam once a month so that you can see if there are any lumps or growths that are not normal." The doctor had MB lower her paper gown to expose her breasts and she then began to place three of her finger pads at the topmost region of Mockie's right breast. With firm, yet gentle touch, Doctor Janet began to smoothly glide her finger pads in a circular motion from the upper area of Mockie's breast and traveled in an outward movement till reaching just to the edge of her chest where he shoulder was located, then began the same circular motion traveling downward till reaching the lower area of Mockie's right globe. Doctor Janet continued with this same motion as she covered the entire right breast and informed Mockingbird. "I am checking to see if I feel any lumps in your breasts, while also looking for any dimpling, change in color, redness, discharge, and I am taking note of the size and shape of your breasts and if there are lumps the size and shape of those as well." After completing the check of MB's right breast, Doctor Janet then examined her left breast. Through-out the examination of Mockingbird's breasts the doctor did take note that Mockingbird was a natural milker. She wrote down on her chart after examining both of Mockie's breasts, that her patient would need to monitor the discharge of her breasts; but as she had taken note that the discharge was normal breast milk she wrote down that no treatment would be needed outside of changing her diet and monitoring. She did collect a sample of the lactation and would have it examined; but from her experience, she did not believe there was a major cause of concern. Finally Doctor Janet retrieved a body tape and began to measure Mockingbird's band and bust size. She placed the tape right below her patient's breasts, where the band of a bra would rest and determined that Mockingbird's band size was a 36, when she took note of the fact that the tape read 32 inches. Next she wrapped the tape at Mockingbird's mid-section of her bust, along the pert nipple line and determined that her bust size was 39.5 inches which rounded up to 40 inches. She then spoke up and stated to Mockingbird, "Young lady, when you are purchasing your bras, make sure that you are looking for 36D cup bras, as they will be your best sizing to start with." she paused a moment, then continued, "You may need to go up one band size; but if you do, then you will want to go down one bust size." then she finished with, "I will provide you with a file with your measurements and options when your examination is complete." Next, the doctor asked Mockingbird to slide to the very edge of the exam table, place her feet into the stirrups and to spread her knees apart during the exam, then to lay backwards on the exam table. Because Doctor Janet knew it would be an awkward position, she began to ask Mockingbird questions about what her likes and dislikes were. While engaging her patient in this conversation she began to visually examine Mockingbird's external genitalia using gloved fingers on the lips of her patient's labia to spread them apart. She was checking for any abnormalities, such as warts, cuts, irregular hair distribution, and any signs of sexually transmitted diseases and any hormonal issues. During the next, part of Mockie's exam her doctor will put some wet jelly on a speculum and began to insert it about 2/3 of the way into MB's vaginal canal. The speculum was then opened slightly and Doctor Janet began to look through viewing Mockingbird's vagina and cervix which connected her outer love tunnel to her patient's uterus. Mockingbird felt a bit of discomfort, but it was not be painful. Mockie was a bit embarrassed at first; but through her psychic connection with Harley, she endured the procedure as her new doctor also informed her that she was going to take a sample of her vaginal fluid and check it for any infection. Mockie heard Doctor Janet state that she was also going to take a pap smear from her cervix and that she might experience a few minor cramps while she was taking these samples. Once the doctor was finished with taking the samples of fluid and the pap smear, she gently closed and removed the speculum from her patient's vaginal canal. Still wearing her gloves Doctor Janet informed Mockingbird that she was now going to conduct a bimanual exam of her pelvic area. She placed some lubricant on her gloved fingers of her right hand, which she slowly inserted into Mockingbird's vaginal canal and with her left hand she slowly and gently placed it just around her belly and began to feel for the size of MB's uterus, and to sense any tenderness around her ovaries and fallopian tubes. As soon as she was complete with this final part of her examination, Doctor Janet sat back, looked at Mockingbird and stated. "Young lady, you appear in very good health, your vagina, uterus, ovaries and fallopian tubes are all within normal limits and the samples of fluids that I took are just to back up my findings." The doctor paused then continued, "You are lactating; but that has happened with other patients and I want you to just monitor your lactation for any signs that it is not normal breast milk." she stopped again, then resumed her instructions. "You will probably stop lactating within a few weeks and if not, you can come back and we will re-examine your breasts." Finally she concluded, "You may have some light spotting and for that I want you to use one of the panty liners we have here." As she collected up all the used instruments and the samples that she had taken, Doctor Janet, also opened a drawer, removed a packaged panty liner and handed it to Mockingbird. Then she asked. "Do you have any last questions before I leave you to getting dressed?" Mockie, looked straight at Doctor Janet and slightly shook her blond locked head in the sign of a no. As soon as the doctor left the exam room, Mockie rose up from the table, went to where he clothes were hung up and began to get dressed after removing the paper gown. She retrieved her full white cotton panties and then opened up the package containing the panty liner. Quickly she secured the panty liner ontop of the gusset of her panties, then she slipped into her panties, making sure that the gusset and panty liner was settled about her closed kitty. Then she slipped into her bra, followed by her blouse, denim skirt, bobby socks and finally her opened toed low heeled pumps. She then moved towards a mirror secured to the wall and quickly ran her delicate hands through her hair, allowing the bangs of her blond locks to fall gently across her forehead. She took note of how she looked then turned towards her big sis and said. "All dressed Harley." Harley looked at her little sister, then stated. "Now we wait for you to receive your HPF shots." The two jesters remained in the examination room for several more minutes before the nurse returned with several needles filled with various medications and immunizations, plus a package of pills. Mockingbird dutifully received all the shots which ranged from tetnus, a HPV shot and other meds that she needed to boost her immune system. The nurse stated clearly, "You are receiving your first HPV shot today; but will need to return in about two months for your second shot." She paused, then commented on the package of pills. "These are birth control pills, follow the directions on the package as there are one week of pills that are to be taken during the week that you are on your period and do not contain any hormones." She waited a moment to let the directions sink in then closed with. "Have a good day Mockingbird and if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact us for advice." Mockingbird, thanked the nurse and stated. "I have no questions at this time and will remember to come back in two months for follow up." Noting the response, the nurse bid farewell to both Harley and Mockingbird, then exited the room, leaving the door open so that Joker's two jesters could depart as well, which they did. - Mockie's Experiences the Curse As they were exiting the clinic, Harley turned towards Mockingbird and pulled her into a deep embrace, asking in a hushed tone. "All done with your first girlie exam sis, how do you feel?" Mockie, gazed at Harley with a shy embarrassed look, then responded. "Sis, I felt like both the nurse and doctor were checking me out, like a piece of meat at times." Harley laughingly replied, "Well in case you did not pick up on it, Janet is the nurse's lesbian stud and you might be right," A twinkle spilled about Mockie's big sis's eyes as she finished. "they probably were looking at you like a hot piece of fuck meat, which you most definitely are!" Harley paused a moment, then finished. "You can bet that when we go back to our club, that if they are present, you might just wind up being sandwiched between them on the dance floor!" Mockingbird blushed greatly at the statements of her big sis, then thought about being sandwiched between the doctor and nurse and a shiver of excitement and wonderment spread through her body and she felt a moistening of her nether lips. Then Mockie realized what she was thinking.....her nether lips, her tunnel, the shock of realizing that she was completely female now and the need to keep her legs closed to all of the male populace excluding Puddin, caused a bit of fear in her heart, plus another rush of heat to her face. As these thoughts were coursing through her brain cells, her abdominal walls began to clench and contract and she felt a cramping pain low in her abdomen. Harley looked at her little sis as she was privy to her inner most thoughts and she nodded towards Mockie, until she noted the cramping pain that Mockingbird was experiencing. They had left the clinic; but were still inside the building, which not only housed the clinic for members of the underworld; but also underworld banking offices, a massage parlour for male criminals, therapists who catered solely to the criminal underworld and a few other nefarious underworld organizations. She spied a short corridor where there were signs for male and female toilets. Firmly gripping Mockie under her left arm, Harley guided her towards the female facilities. "Ummmmm, Harley, I don't think I need to use the bathroom," Mockingbird began tentatively. "oh, you need to use it?" she finished in a questioning tone. "Noooooooooooo, you need to make a quick protection change." Harley firmly declared. Scratching her blond locks as they entered the female toilet, Mockie, was about to ask, what her big sis meant, as another stronger cramp smashed her guts. "Yeeeeeeeeoooooooooowwww." she cried with pain from the cramping. A twinkle of mischief in her eyes, Harley stated, "Puddin told me that you would probably start your period soon after recovering from the treatment." she paused a moment, then continued. "He also warned that it would be a very powerful period." she hesitated for a moment, then soothingly spoke. "I 'm sorry that it started sooo soon after your first girlie exam." Shocked at hearing the pronouncment, Mockingbird, began to feel panic, "No, no, no, no, Harley, I'm not ready for this yet," fear filled her eyes, as she rambled on, "nooooo, I don't want this period now," a slight shaking was building in her limbs from the fear of having to experience this dreadful curse, as she continued to refuse to accept this moment, "nooooooooooooo, we can go back to Doctor Janet, she can stop this for me." Her emotions began to shift, as a bit of anger filled her. "I can't have this freaking curse right now, I AM NOT READY," she shouted the last three words. "I'M NOT PREPARED for this crap yet, I refuse this period." she stamped her feet, as she glared at Harley. "WHY DO YOU BITCHES HAVE TO HAVE PERIODS SO FREAKING FAST?" she snarled out as defeat began to settle in. Harley had enough and before her little sis could continue on with her rampage, she smacked her firmly about her right cheek, then sternly stated. "US BITCHES and that includes YOU, baby girl, have OUR periods as OUR BODIES adjust to changes." Harley then pulled her little sis into a deep embrace and lowered her tone of voice to a soft whisper. "You just went through a week of hell, transforming from a half-girl, to a FULL FEMALE," she paused a second. "that is a huge change for you, Mockie." Harley let that sink in a moment, then continued, "This curse as we call it, is now YOUR CURSE as well," Harley planted a kiss on her little sis' forehead which was beaded with a glistening moisture, as she continued to speak, "sooo little sis, deal with YOUR CURSE, and enjoy the ride as much as you can." She paused a moment, then finished as she looked deep into Mockingbird's tear brimmed eyes. "It will not be stopped, even though there is meds for that, for this painful curse is yours and you will have it every month for years to come." MB, looked at her big sis through her eyes filled with tears, anger, embarrassment, shame, pain and a slow understanding that Harley was not going to allow her a way out of having her period, and a period she was not ready for; but which Harley would have her endure. She looked at Harley and started. "But sis." When she felt Harley roughly spanked her skirted rump twice, signaling that no back talk or further denial was allowed, Joker's newest jester ceased her desire to voice her displeasure with having to endure this curse, that all females deal with on a monthly basis. As another abdominal cramp rocked her, Mockingbird began to accept her fate, albeit with a sign of frustration noted upon her creamy smooth, lightly tanned facial features. Harley looked intently at her little sister, then directed, "Up with your skirt, down with you panties and on to the toilet Mockie." Trepidation in her face, Harley's little sister and Puddin's latest jester, complied with her big sis's direction. As she sat down on the toilet, Mockie glanced down at her white cotton panties and noted that the panty liner was lightly covered with bloody fluids. She glanced back up towards Harley, with a bit OH, look on her delicate facial features, as she took stock of her fate, in truly needing to change out the liner for a pad, so that her menstrual flow would not ruin her feminine undies. She knew now that this was not the sympathetic experience that she had felt as the girlie-boy jester she had originally been modified into since Harley and Mr. J, had captured her. No, this was a true female period and it was hers. Her period, her monthly flow, her need to use pads and take cramp tablets. Her big sis was right, this was her curse to deal with and she knew that she did not have a choice. She could not run away from her period. She could not stop the flow of her menses. She could not turn back the clock and return to the girlie-boy, that Harley and Puddin had initially turned her into. No she had to do what every female since the dawn of time had to do, when it came to her monthly period. She had to deal with it as Harley had sternly told her. She allowed herself to pee, then using toilet paper, she wiped her slit from the front moving backwards and dropped the used toilet paper into the bowl. Next she reached into her shoulder purse, pulled out a wrapped pad, unwrapped the pad and placed it on her naked right knee. Next she reached down to her panties and removed the panty line coated with her menses. She slipped that used liner into the wrapper and tossed the wrapped disgusting panty liner into a small trash bin. Finally she took her clean pad and placed it so that the sticky side was down and would sit evenly on the gusset of her panties. As she was starting to stand up, she had a good grip on her white cotton panties and pulled them up, so that her padded panties nestled comfortably about her bald beaver. Finally she allowed her denim skirt to drop back down and smoothed it out from front to back. Mockie then went to the wash basin, where she washed and dried her hands and then opened her purse once more where she extracted her bottle of cramp tablets, shook two tablets out, closed the bottle up and dropped it back into her purse. She then popped her two cramp tablets in her mouth, then cupped her hands under the flowing water of the sink and allowed them to fill with water. She brought her delicate hands filled with water to her mouth and filled her mouth with the water, so that her cramp tablet pills could be swallowed, which she did. She then turned off the water and after checking her appearance one last time in the mirror in the bathroom, Mockie glided back to her big sis' side and was ready to depart the restroom and the building. Robin's psyche locked down deep in his/her brain cells also experienced the total female examination and the onset of his/her period. He/she was shocked senseless at the intrusion when the doctor slipped the speculum into his/her new orifice and withdrew deeper into his psychic prison cell. He/she adamantly refused to accept this humiliation and tightly shut his/her tear stained eyes as the examination had progressed. As bad as the examination was, the onset of his/her first menstrual period brought abject terror to his already damaged mind. Not for the first time and definetly not to be the last, Robin curled up in a tight ball and whispering to his self/herself he/she cried him self/herself to a fitful sleep. The two female jesters clothed in regular ordinary clothing, exited the building arm in arm, with Harley guiding her little sister towards the car. As they were approaching the car, the two thugs assigned as their bodyguards, exited the vehicle and opened the doors for each jester. The closer that Harley and Mockingbird got to the car, the stronger the scent of a bitch in heat invaded the two thugs senses. These two bodyguards fought back the urge to act on the scent that invaded them as they both knew that if they were to accost either of Joker's girls, that they could wind up in the same predicament that their pals had ended up in, namely being eliminated from Joker's gang in the most hideous manner known to the criminal underworld; but when the looked at each other over the top of the car, they knew that as soon as they dropped off Joker's two gals, that they were going to run out to the boss' strip club and avail themselves of the females that plied their wares there. With much haste, the two thugs ushered their charges into the back seat of the car, jumped into their seats in the front, revved up the vehicle and sped off, wanting to get back to the lair as fast as possible so that they could drop of the two jesters and go hunt up some sweet fillies to fuck, as their level of raging horniness was growing by the second. The ride back to the lair took very little time due to the fact that the thugs in the front were becoming enraged with a need to fuck, all due to the fact that Mockingbird's start of her period was affecting the bodyguards. It had taken about 30 minutes to travel from the lair to the clinic and the return trip from the clinic to the lair to just under 12 minutes. As soon as the vehicle arrived, the two thugs popped out of the car, opened the door for their charges to exit and as soon as Harley and Mockingbird were 5 feet away from the car, you could hear the slamming of all four doors as the thugs jumped back into the car and sped off in order to gain relief from their raging hardons. The two thugs were not the only ones who had experienced increased sexual urges. Mockingbird herself was feeling extremely flushed with heated needs. While riding in the back seat with her big sis Harley, MB had felt her body grow hotter and hotter and she kept opening and closing her legs, constantly feeling a need to have something happen to her; but she was not able to figure out that need. This was all new to Mockie, this hunger, these wanton urges, this desire to be filled. During the few months that she as Robin and then the girlie-boy she had been transformed into, had been in captivity with her big sis and Joker, she had not experienced the urges that now invaded her totally female form. It was all new to the little minx and this increasing hunger was also causing an increase in her menstrual flow, which heightened her desires and the scent that she gave off. "Freakinnnnngggg shit," she thought, "not only do I have to put up with being on the rag for real; but now these freaaaakinnnnng urges are bombarding my senses." She had started several times to reach between her legs and under her skirt to massage that hot mound of her; but each time her big sis had slapped her hands away. "Baby girl," Harley passed on to her little sister through the telepathic link, "keep your legs closed and hands away from YOUR steamy pussy!" Mockie had complied with the direction as much as she could; but it took constant suggestions from Harley for her to keep her composure. Mockie was very happy when they finally arrived at the lair and could exit the vehicle, as when they were getting their distance from the two henchmen, her heated desires were slowly lessening. During the ride back to the lair, Harley had contacted the thugs that were at the lair and strongly advised them to make themselves scarce until she and Mockie were ensconced in their boudoir. Once they had arrived and departed the vehicle, Harley took note that there were no henchmen in sight and she quickly escorted her little sister to their boudoir. Harley noted the constant distress in Mockingbird's frame and her facial features. Her little sis was in heat that although reduced since they were not around the male thugs of Joker's gang, was still plainly visible. She needed relief from the sexual heat that enveloped her body and Harley knew just the cure for the sexual fires that were burning with Mockingbird. First things, firth though. It had been a long time since Mockingbird was clothed in her jest outfit, as she had been stuck in the hospital bed for a long five days and nights, and she needed to be re-acquainted with her role in the family. Mockingbird was after all second female jester in the gang and she needed to re-affirm herself in that position. Sure she would only be seen by Harley for the next 7 days, and that due to the fact that the henchmen would be reduced to blubbering fools if they were within striking distance of her little sis, and that would not be good at all. Smacking her sister jester firmly on her plush, toned, tanned, pear shaped rump, Harley intoned, "Off to the shower with you, Mockie, then after the shower, time to get dressed in your sexy jester outfit." Harley paused briefly, then continued, "After that, time for you to put on your jester face." With a twinkle in her eye Harley finished off with. "Then just maybe, we help you relieve that sexual stress you are under." Mockie, dashed into their bedroom, leaving Harley alone in their boudoir, and she scampered about in her closet, pulling out first a two tone red and green leather mini-skirt, then a two tone, again red and green long sleeve snap crotch bodysuit and a pair of red and green footed tights, with a light velcro closed covering in the crotch area, that would allow easy access to her bald pussy. She took a long look at her various heeled boots and focused on a pair of gleaming black leather 3 inch heeled ankle boots which she snapped up. She next rummaged through her drawer full of panties and matching bras, choosing a sexy rich purple satin high waisted full cut panties with a peek-a-boo cut out that allowed her kitty to be played with without having to remove her panties, that sported the lettering Joker's Gal emblazoned in rich gold letters across the backside. She snapped up a matching rich purple satin half bra, which would allow her ample cleavage to be prominently on view. As she was gathering her outfit, she thought back to Harley's comments and reckoned, she was right, it had been a long time since she had worn any of her jester outfits and she did not realize until her big sister had mentioned it, how much she truly missed being decked out as one of Mr. J's female jesters. Although she was okay dressed in the denim mini skirt and pale blouse, that she currently sported, she had to be honest with herself, that she had grown most comfortable when she was dressed in one of her many outfits as Puddin's jester and she truly wished to resume her place in the family, decked out in all her jester style, female splendor clothing, that she owned. Having gathered up her outfit, Mockie, quickly made her way to the bathroom, where she hurriedly stripped out of her everyday clothing, pulled the bloody pad out of her panties and wrapped it in toilet paper, before dropping it into the trash can under the double basin sink. She turned the shower on, pulled out a shower cap, which she pulled on over her gleaming shoulder length blond locks, tucking every strand of her hair into the shower cap. Finally she stepped into the shower for the first time as a complete and totally hot babe. She squeezed some lilac scented soap out of the dispenser and began to lather up her blemish free face, neck and shoulders. She stepped closer under the jet spray of the shower and allowed the soapy lather to rinse off, running down her sleek frame, leaving bubbly hints about her lush, firm ripe tits. Mockie squeezed some more of the lilac scented soap onto her slender delicate hands, basking in the smell, as she lathered up her boobs, arms, and abdomen, all the way down to her bald closed mound and even lathered up her pear shaped buns and the crease leading to her puckered bum hole. The tickling sensation of the soapy liquid on her closed cunny lips caused a flash of heat through out her frame and she briefly thought about massaging that sweet mound, wanting to slip her fingers into her delicate love tunnel for the first time; but she held herself in check, not quite understanding why she did not slide a finger or two into her slick wet slit. She wanted to; but something held her back. Each time she lightly caressed her mound, she felt the urge to slip a finger into her new gash; but at the last moment, she stopped and this frustrated the hell out of her. "God dam it," she thought, "why can't I just tease my cunt for a second or two!" Harley, intruded on Mockie's thoughts and answered her little sis. "Because baby girl, you have been given a series of strong suggestions which stop you from playing with your love tunnel, unless in Puddin's or my presence." Harley waited a second, then resumed her comments via their special link. "Remember, that hot body of yours is only allowed to be played with by Puddin and me." Mockie, briefly thought it was unfair; but then re-thought her position. Harley was right, she should only show and play with her body when Puddin and Harley were around, for they had provided her with this hot female body and it was only fair that they should control her sexual desires; but fuck if she wasn't hornier than hell. Dam if this is what she would feel like every time she was on the rag, then she would have big troubles if Mr. J ever planned a heist during that time. She knew she would not be able to control her hunger if she was constantly going to want to rut, like a bitch. She giggled at that thought, spreading her legs so that Puddin could slap his huge sausage into her new hot wet snatch. Mockie closed her eyes as just that thought alone was bringing her into sexual overdrive. WOW she thought, how was it Harley was able to handle it; but she wasn't. Yeah, she knew she was really just now learning about being the girl that she had just recently been transformed into; but well did Harley not also experience these wild hungers that she was not feeling. Being in bitch mode was sure a hassle right now and she was going to have to learn to handle it, cause she now realized, that she was going to be in bitch mode for at least seven days each month. With her eyes still closed, Mockie, quickly finished her shower, taking deep breaths to center her thoughts and calm this inner demon called female lust. Stepping out of the shower, Mockie patted herself dry, then quickly began to dress, slipping first into her bra and settling her tender swollen tits into the satin half bra cups. She then fetched a new pad and silently placed it sticky side down on to the gusset of her sexy high waisted purple satin panties. Next she slipped into her dark red and green footed tights, then just as quickly slipped into her bodysuit. Next came her red and green leather mini skirt, then she slipped into her black heeled leather ankle boots. She quickly ran a brush through her blond locks, checked her appearance in the full length mirror on their bathroom door, then minced out of the bathroom after tossing her clothes from earlier into the large laundry hamper. While her little sis was bathing, Harley had stripped of her street clothes and donned one of her Harley Quinn jester outfits. Then she, with light bouncing steps had slipped out of their bedroom and had settled down at her own make-up table and repaired her own jester look. As Mockie was finishing up with her bath routine, Harley had settled down on her lounge chair and was texting Puddin. She was giving him updates on their newest family member and included a quick overview of MB's first girlie exam. Joker passed on through his reply texts that he was having official documents developed that would pass inspection by any one of a number of government agencies, which would be given to his newest jester when he returned. Between both Harley and Mr. J, a street name, or as you would have it a legal name had been identified that Mockingbird would be known by. They had decided that it would be Robin Denise Quinzel. Her age would legally become 21 and she would be known as the kid sister of Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel, Ph.D. There were more documents that would be developed in which Mockingbird, under the name of Robin Quinzel was placed in the charge of her big sis due to the passing of their parents. Harley had recalled that her parents had passed while she had been in college obtaining her doctorate in psychology. While Mockingbird had been enduring her transformative treatment that had turned her into a full fledged female, Harley had taken several snapshots of her little sis and Puddin was using those photos to have the official documents prepared for his new jester. Finally family photo albums were also being developed and with the assistance of several underworld computer geeks, a couple of the photos of MB were being modified so that new photos could be added to the photo album that would portray Robin Quinzel in various stages of life with Harley's family. A license, passport, birth certificate and even a social security card was all being prepared for her little sister and when Mr. J returned these documents would be presented to Mockingbird, then all but the license would be locked up for safe keeping. She returned to their boudoir where she settled down at her make-up table and began to set up her various cosmetics so that she could once more regain the look of the jester she had slowly over the course of time, not only becoming comfortable in appearing; but had slowly begun to feel lost and frustrated when she was not looking like the stunning babe that she had been transformed into. She opened her jar of white cream and using a pad began to apply a heavy coat of the cream to her entire face. Harley had been right during the first day that she had applied this thick, substance to her face. She had to pay attention to the application of this wonderous cream. Mockie, thought back to the second time that this cream had been applied to her face and unlike the first time, when Harley had applied it, Mockie was the one who had to prepare her jester face. She had messed up and she recalled that Robin had purposefully messed up in applying the cream, hoping that Harley would give up on trying to get the dim wit blunderpus in looking like a duplicate of her; but Harley, not only did not give up; but had shocked the hell out of Mockingbird. Over the course of the next two months the girlie-boy jester had grudgingly accepted that the only way to not be punished with that vicious shock treatment from the collar locked around her neck, was to become proficient in applying her white face make-up. Now-a-days it was second nature to Mockie to prepare her jester look and she did so in short time. After applying her base coat of white cream and pleased with the ghostly pale look, she began to apply her forest green lipstain and then a good coating of clear lip gloss that locked in the her green lipstain. She applied a coating of forest green eye shadow, then a hint of black eyeliner. Picking up a smaller pad, she dabbed it into a jar of forest green blush and then with careful aim, she placed two quarter size circles of the blush on each cheek. Each time she applied make-up with a pad, she would dispose of the used pad, by dropping it into a bin under her make-up table. After applying her forest green blush to each cheek, she finally applied two quarter size dark red circles of blush to each cheek. Finally she picked up her forest green domino eye mask and slipped it over her eyes. To top off her look, Mockingbird picked up a hat which had horns on either side and the horns ended in pompoms, one which was forest green in color and the other which was dark red in color. She settled the hat firmly atop her blond locks, then brushed her hair into a frizzy look. She then gazed at herself in her make-up mirror and was very pleased at her look. Once more she was looking at Joker's second female jester and she was that hot babe. She quickly cleaned up the mess that she had made of her make-up table, then with a light bouncy step, she glided over to where her big sis lay resting on her lounge chair and presented herself for inspection to Harley. Harley gazed upon her little sister with pride; but toned it down just a bit, so that Mockingbird would not get to full of her ability to get dolled up like the hot jester babe that she was. "Good job sis," Harley intoned, then feigned a look down at the magazine she had on her lap, as she continued. "you keep it up and you will become an expert like me." She then finished with her gaze still on the magazine. "Puddin will eat you alive, since you are dressed in such a slutty jester style!" Mockie was stunned into silence at her big sis' low interest and pleasure in the manner in which she had applied her jester make-up. Tears sprang to her eyes as her emotions overwhelmed her, emotions that she had not known she would experience. From disappointment, to shame, to frustration, to anger, to just plain grief, her emotions rolled over her and she did not know why she was not able to control all the roiling emotions that she was experiencing. She fled to the bedroom and then on to the bathroom to have a good cry. Unknown to her, was the simple fact, that every girl has tumbling emotions that they experience during the course of their monthly curse and because she had arrived late in becoming a full fledged female, she did not have the tender years of youthful adolescence in which to learn and understand all the pains, griefs, and agonies that females are assaulted by during their periods. She also was not allowed the companionship of other teenage girls, who would have been supportive of each other when their periods commenced. This period, her period was something she was going to have to travel on her own and learn how to travel this path fraught with misery and also moments of intense desires. Right now she was feeling the desire to lash out and as she was feeling this strong emotion, she also felt several hard cramps course through her abdomen. Growling with anger and pain and through tears that streamed down her ghostly pale jester face, Mockingbird let loose with several unlady like comments. For several long minutes, Mockie let her anger and frustration flow out of her, then she gazed into the mirror and took note of her ruined make-up and anger spilled forth anew. Several more minutes passed as her cramps continued to cause her pain and she grabbed up her bottle of cramp tablets, read the label, then in anger through the bottle back on to the sink's vanity. "Shit, fucking hell, bitch, cunts, slut, whore!" She screamed into the mirror knowing that she had to wait another two hours before she could take two more cramp tablets. She then grabbed up a wash cloth and cleaned her face of the ruined jester make-up. Then in disgust she threw the used wash cloth into the trash bin, stormed out of the bathroom and returned to their boudoir where she once more applied a fresh coating of make-up, again taking her time to get each layer of make-up right. Finally she tossed away more used make-up pads, cleaned up her make-up table once more, then still angry and frustrated, she stomped over to her own lounge chair, where she dropped down with an angry, heated huff. Harley had monitored her little sis as she had stormed out of the boudoir earlier and upon her return and smiled at the fact that Mockingbird was slowly starting to understand the depth of her monthly curse. She knew she could have intervened; but she did not, for she needed to allow Mockingbird this new experience that she had to work through and become comfortable with dealing with. She did feel some sorrow, that her "little sister" was not able to have female friends who she could lean on for support during this stressful time of the month; but at the same time she felt pride in her sister's ability to adequately deal with the first day of her curse. Over time, she knew that MB would mature in dealing with her monthly period and learn to take most of the experiences in stride. Joker's two female jesters remained on the lounge chairs in their boudoir for several hours with Mockie, often times squirming as the heat brought on by her menstrual period consistently invaded her ability to calm her inner most demons. They munched on some healthy snacks and consumed several containers of yogurt, before Harley finally declared it was time to prepare for bed. Both jesters returned to the individual make-up tables and removed their jester make-up, then they cleaned up the tables and sauntered into their bedroom where Mockie stripped out of her outfit and settled on a cute pink lacey babydoll with matching pink tap pants. Mockie made her way to the bathroom where she settled down on the toilet and let loose with a long stream of pee that also had a mingling of her menses. She then wiped her heated pussy clean and slipped a new pad into the gusset of her tap pants. Then she slipped them on over her slender feet, up her toned, tanned legs and insured that the lingerie was nestled with the pad lightly caressing her sweet love mound. Mockie then flushed the toilet, brushed her teeth, and returned to the bedroom. Harley settled on a light lavender babydoll with matching tap pants. When Mockingbird returned from using the bathroom, Harley made her way into the bathroom and after a few short minutes of using the toilet, brushing her teeth and washing her hands, she returned to their bedroom. Both girls, then pulled down the thick purple down comforter and then climbed into bed on their respective side. Mockie was preparing to roll onto her right side so that Harley would spoon up against her backside like she had been since the first night that they had been sleeping in this oversized king bed; but Harley stopped her and commanded that her little sis open her nightstand drawer. Mockie looked at her big sis with a perplexed look, as she had never before asked her to open up her nightstand drawer. She opened her nightstand drawer and noted three packages inside. She pulled out the first package and when she unwrapped it, she saw what resembled a microphone that looked to be cordless. It was black in color and had a rounded soft rubber end. She took note of the fact that in small silver writing was her name Mockingbird stenciled on the length of the firm tube and also took note of an on/off switch at the lower end of the tube. Mockie looked at her big sis and asked. "Harley what type of microphone is this with a rubber coating?" Harley giggled as she responded, "Silly girl, that is not a microphone, that is a vibrating wand and it is your very first sexy toy." "Like OMG, sis," exclaimed Mockie as she blushed greatly. She let the toy drop down on the bed between her and her big sis, then reached in and pulled out the second package. She quickly unwrapped this and took note of an eight in long and three inch or so wide,light purple colored, rubberized item, that resembled a tongue. "Ummmmm Harls, what is this thing?" she asked her big sister. Harley, responded with another low giggle. "That sis is your clitoral vibrator specially designed for external stimulation, and is in the tongue-shape so that it can comfortably fit over your sweet juicy pussy mound." Harley's light brown eyes danced with mischief as she carried on with information regarding her little sister's second toy. I have it programmed through my cell phone, so that after it is secured to your mound, I can activate the vibrations through my phone." Mockingbird's face turned a bright red and the flush was felt all the way down her body and a wetness formed on the pad covering the gusset of her lacy tap pants. This devious toy that her big sis would control was also placed on the bed between the two female jesters and Mockie reached for the final time into her nightstand drawer and removed the largest package. Unwrapping it, she knew exactly what it was and she was truly shocked beyond belief. What she was looking at, was a strap on vibrator and the fake cock was an easy ten inches long and a good three inches in circumference. It was a very firm toy and was a reach dark purple color. Harley looked at her little sister and proclaimed. "That, MB, I will not strap on till after Puddin busts your cherry!" She laughed heartily as she continued. "When we go out for our girls night out with Ivy, Catwoman, Trickster, and our other girlfriends, that will be in your handbag." Harley left off telling her little sis, the amount of use that toy would get. She left that to Mockingbird's wicked imagination to conjure up. Mockie's blush crept further down her face and was beginning to encompass her throat. At the base of her throat you could note her pulse beating through her smooth skin and a light glistening was visible. Her sweet firm tits were jiggling as excitement was building within her frame. Harley gazed intently into the face of her little sister, then she commanded, "Put away the strappy and your clitoral vibe," she paused briefly, then continued with a wicked grin spreading across her face. "tonight you get your first female orgasm; but only when you have earned it!" Mockie, pondered what her big sis meant; but quickly complied and placed the strappy and clitoral vibe back inside her nightstand drawer. The wrapping paper, she crumpled up and tossed into the trash can on her side of the bed. As her little sis was disposing of the wrapping paper, Harley slipped out of bed, padded to the bathroom and secured one of the several bed chucks that had been used in the hospital bed that MB had been in for the past week. She returned to their bedroom, where she commanded, "MB, off with your tap pants!" in a firm tone. Mockie pulled back the covers and slipped out of her pretty tap pants and noted just a light staining of her pad with her menstrual flow. Harley, lightly smacker Mockingbird's sexy pear shaped rump, then stated. "Up, baby girl, raise that sexy ass of yours up off the bed and hold steady." Once more Mockie, complied with her big sis' command, raising her naked pear shaped buns several inches up off the bed and held steady with her slick, bald, mound in plain view. As Harley gazed at her little sister's cute closed mound, she thought for a moment, that it would be a good idea to have a tattoo placed at the upper most region of Mockie's sex, announcing to all who would be able to view that tat, that MB was Puddin's property. Nice gold lettering with crimson purple background. As she was pondering this idea, she slipped the bed chuck under her little sis' rump and smoothed it out, then commanded with heat filling her eyes. "Down, baby girl, lower your hot ass down now!" Harley then glided over to her side of their large bed and slipped back into bed. She then rolled on to her side to face her little sis and picked up the vibrating wand in her left slender hand. She turned the vibe on to the lowest setting. Then she stated. "Here are the rules sis." she paused to make sure that Mockie was paying attention, then continued. "Rule one. You will always say yes, please when I ask you if you want me to tease your pussy mound with this vibe. Rule two. If I ask you if you want a higher setting, you will respond with either yes, please or no please, depending upon your level of excitement. Rule three. When you are close to climaxing, you will tell me that you are close. Rule four. You are not allowed to climax without my permission, which means that you MUST BEG for me to allow you to climax. Rule five. You will always keep your hands under your rump, so place them there right now." Mockie was paying strict attention to her big sis' rules. When Harley commanded her to place her slender, delicate, long forest green coated nailed hands under her rump, she quickly complied, which earned her a tender kiss on her forehead. Harley then continued to speak of further rules for Mockie. "Rule six. You will always refer to your vagina as your pussy, slit, cunny, or gash." Harley noted her little sis' look of shock and continued to state several more commands. "Rule seven. Your breasts are to be referred to as you tits, knockers, boobs, girls, or melons. Rule eight. You will not be allowed to climax until are close to the peak at least five times. Mockie, this rule means you must tell me to stop when you get close to the peak." Harley took a deep breath, then issued one final command. After you have your first womanly climax, you must beg to eat my hot wet pussy and give me pleasure." Harley then planted a soft gentle kiss on her little sis' forest green painted lips, while she let her slender fingers play at the ties of Mockie's negligee, first loosening the ties, then pulling the lacey fabric away from her little sister's heaving breasts. Harley wormed downwards till her mouth was positioned of her little sis's firm jiggling globes of tit flesh. Just before she descended her mouth on the closest bouncing tit, she massaged, squeezed and kneaded each succulent melon, then she gripped the titty rings and pulled upwards. She took note of the sharp intake of breath of Mockingbird, then let her nips go. Finally she pursed her lips for a brief second, then opened her mouth and allowed her sleek pink tongue dance across Mockingbird's right nipple, before rolling her tongue downwards to the base of her little sister's boob, then back upwards her tongue travelled till her mouth was poised over MB's right firm globe, before sinking her open mouth tightly over the ripe nipple and allowing her tongue to dance around the sleek tender nipple flesh. Shen then sucked deeply on Mockie's titty, and was rewarded with a light squirting of her sister's breast milk, that seeped out from MB's nipple. Harley continued to suckle on her littler sister's tit, drinking up the sweet breast milk and swallowing every drop of that nectar. Mockie could feel the titty milk seep out of her right breast and could feel her big sister's mouth and tongue lapping up that sweet, creamy liquid. She suddenly realized that it was her milk, from her tit that Harley was nursing from. She looked back to her past as first the junior member of the dynamic duo and knew without a doubt that as that male, she had never felt such joy as she was experiencing now. She slowly recalled her time as Puddin and Harley's girlie-boy and again she knew without a doubt, that the sensations that she was feeling now were a major shift from what she experienced as the newest jester in Joker's family. A warmth that only a true female could encounter spread through out her entire body and she loved the sensations that were building within her frame. She wanted to pull her slender female hands from under her pear shaped ass; but she knew that if she did, Harley would stop feeding on her right tit and she did not want that to happen, so she kept her hands firmly planted under her plump firm buns. Mockie wanted to caress and milk her left tit; but she did not give into her desires, as she knew that Harley would be displeased with her actions and Mockingbird wanted to experience all the pleasures of her new female form and that meant allowing herself to heed the commands of her big sister. Harley sensed the new hunger that MB was feeling and although she knew that she would allow her little sister to enjoy her first truly female experience of sexual bliss, she was going to give her the full treatment that she believed Mockie, needed to undertake in order to realize her new nature. She truly loved lapping up her sis' sweet titty milk and she recognized that Mockingbird, also needed to enjoy the taste of her breast milk. She released her mouth off of Mockie's right tit and descended down on to her little sister's left boob. She nipped at the tip of MB's left nipple and was rewarded by a good seeping of her little sister's milk from her left melon. Harley allowed her mouth to fill up with Mockie's sweet titty milk and once her mouth was full, she released her lips from that puckered, pert, pierced nipple. Slowly she brought her closed mouth up to Mockie's mouth, then she pressed her lips about her little sis' full green coated lips, and allowed just a bit of MB's sweet boob cream to tantalize her sister's lips. Feeling the slight wetness on her full forest green coated lips, Mockie willingly opened her lips and at that same moment Harley opened her lips and allowed Mockie's titty milk to flow into her. Mockie was stunned at the sweet liquid that filled her mouth. This was her titty cream, her fresh warm milk that had seeped out of her tit. This liquid gold that she savored had been produced by her globes, it was her milk that she was tasting and not only that, it was milk that she would produce as long as her body remained conditioned to produce it and as long as she could, she would supply this milk to her alpha and her big sister. Plus she reasoned to herself, it would be milk that she would willingly provide to babies that she quickly realized she could and most importantly would one day give life to. This was a new thought to Mockie and it too, cemented her new lot in life. This new idea brought back flashes of her past as a junior member of the dynamic duo, then as a girlie-boy toy of Puddin and Harley and she once more rejected those previous beliefs. She was adjusting to the fact that she was a complete female and savoring her own titty milk, then allowing it to drain down to her belly where it would quickly nourish her body, was yet another step along her journey to accepting her new lot in life. Not only was she accepting this new role, she was rejoicing in her complete femininity. Her eyes dreamily hungered for more experiences in being the female she had been transformed into. Harley allowed her precious little sis to savor her titty milk and took note of the lust filled gaze that Mockie presented with. After she had allowed every drop of Mockie's titty milk to dribble into her little sister's open mouth, Harley asked. "How does that milk from your melons taste sis?" Mockie, blushed as she thought of the taste of her own sweet girl cream. "It tastes sweet and tangy sis." she responded as she continued to allow this sensation to sweep through her frame. Harley had kept herself busy while her little sis answered her question. She had turned the wand vibrator on to low speed and let it lightly rest on Mockingbird's toned, tanned flat belly. Looking deep into her little sis' starry eyes Harley intoned, "Are you ready Mockie," she paused briefly then added. "are you ready for me to run this wand about your pretty mound?" Mockie responded with a up, down movement of her blond lock hair head. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." Harley then slapped Mockie's exposed right upper thigh. "Remember, always say Yes please or No please." Harley commanded in a stern tone of voice. Mockie, responded. "Yes please, Harley." "Good girl." Harley teasingly declared as she lightly traced her little sis' slick bald mound with the vibrating wand on very low speed. Mockingbird felt the feathery touch of the wand on her mound and a little moan escaped between pursed forest green painted lips. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." For several minutes Harley let the wand barely touch MB's mound and took note of Mockie's lips slowly starting to get puffy and begin to spread open just a tiny bit, to where Harley could just see the inner red dark red folds of Mockingbird's inner lips. She took note of the flushing of Mockie's face and the increased jiggling of her taut ripe 36D tits. A light sheen of glisten was forming on Mockie's frame and Harley knew that her transformed sister was experiencing the first joys of womanhood. She glanced up at Mockie's face and whispered. "Do you wish me to increase the speed sis." Mockie, nodded her head vigorously, then remembered Harley's commands. Yessssssssss please. She moaned breathlessly. For the next several minutes Harley slowly increased the speed of the vibrating wand and continued to teasingly glide it over the puffy mound of her little sister. She took joy in watching Mockingbird trembling in an increasingly horny state and seeing how MB's mound continued to spread open in an agonizingly heated sexual state. When Mockingbird's sleek, toned, tanned belly began to quiver Harley spoke up, "Remember Mockie, that you need to tell me to stop when you are close to orgasmic release." she declared in a stern voice. Mockie, still coming to terms of her female form, still did not know the extent that she could suppress her feminine orgasm; but her body was on fire from the ministrations of her big sis and she felt, that she should beg Harley to stop just to be on the safe side and thusly she begged. Harley, please, please stop." Harley pulled the wand away from her little sis' puffy slick mound glistening from the secretions of fluids from her sexually heated pussy. "Good girl." she proclaimed with pride. She lightly brushed the blonde locks of MB's golden tresses as she whispered into her little sister's ear. "Breathe deeply sis," she commanded. "allow yourself to regain control." she paused for effect, then continued. "Learn about the limits of your sexual needs and hunger for release." She gazed deeply into Mockie's dazingly eyes, then continued to speak in soothing tones. "Learn that your pleasure is secondary to Mr. J's. Harley paused a moment to let her words sink into Mockingbirds brain, the continued. "As Robin, the boy blunder, you were not able to control your climax; but as a girl, you can and will learn, how to control your ability to have the ultimate sexual pleasure that only we females can achieve, achieved by the simple fact that we realize that when an alpha plunges into our sweet hot slick cunnys and fills us with their seed, we have full filled our destiny. Harley paused once more, then with a brilliant gleam finished her thoughts. When our alpha, when PUDDIN fills us with his thick heavy load of cum, and we can see how pleased he is with our submission to his will, that is when you will experience the ultimate sexual release, that only a girl can experience, THAT YOU WILL EXPERIENCE! Harley's last words pronounced with strong emphasis. Mockie took in the words of advise and willed her inner being to relax and regain control. It took her several more minutes; but when she felt she had regained control, she begged. "Please Harls, please start again." Once more, Harley begin a rhythmic slow, low powered teasing of her little sister's flower, with the vibrating wand, slowly increasing the speed of the wand as she tantalizingly glided the tip of the wand up and down Mockie's moist pussy mound. Again Mockie began to feel the pleasure building deep in her slick wet love tunnel and by applying deep breathing mantra's she was able to endure the heated pleasures that the wand brought to her hot quivering cunny for a longer period of time. Just as she was beginning to reach the edge, she cried out. "PLLLLEASSSSEEEEE Harls, PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEE STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" Harley once more stopped her movements of the vibrating wand and removed it from the tingling moist mound of her little sis. Proudly she planted a big kiss on Mockingbird's glistening forehead, then whispered in MB's ear. "Very good, baby girl, very good!" Once more Mockingbird beamed with joy at hearing the kind and delightful words of her big sis. She gazed at Harley with lust in her eyes and she continued to breath in and out deeply, gathering her wits about her and re-established a sense of control over her sexually heated frame. She continued to examine the changes that she was experiencing due to her full on transformation into the hot sexually provocative female she now was. Deep inside Mockingbird's brain cells, locked away in a psychic prison was Robin the boy blunder, who was forced to endure traumatic pleasures that his newly transformed body was encountering. He hated these feelings, yet at the same time, he was beginning to show a hunger for more of the same pleasures that he was experiencing. He did not know why he was hungering for these desires of the female flesh and he was spiraling down into a depressive and humiliated state of consciousness. He hated that his body now had a hot slick, quivering pussy, a set of bouncy, jiggling, taut pair of firm ripe breasts, with nipples that leaked out milk; but at the same time, he marveled at these new parts of his body and was whimpering in pain and pleasure deep in his prison and wanted to have Harley bring on more of the same. Shamefully he hung his head as he felt the female body that was now his, pulse incessantly with a sexual hunger he had not known as a male, a hunger that only a female could have, that his newly transformed body was experiencing. Tears streamed down his face as he felt his body shake as Mockingbird was seeking to breath deeply and reduce the heated desires that they both were feeling. At the very moment that tears were pouring out of his non-corporal body, Mockie could feel his torment and knew that the time had come for Robin to see what his new form looked like. Reaching deep within her, she envisioned mirrors that encapsulated the entire prison cell that housed Robin deep in their shared brain cells. Within mere seconds, those mirrors popped up all around that prison covering every square inch, so no matter which way Robin looked, be it up, down, right, left back or front, he would see the form that he now was. He would see himself for what he had become. A one hundred percent female individual. A female imbued with a sexuality that would constantly hunger for lustful plunging of an alpha's thick meaty, pulsing cock deep in her hot wet juicy pussy. Hysterical laughter spilled forth from Mockie's forest green coated lips, as she thought of the further damage to Robin's psyche that he would experience. She laughed in a maniacal fashion as she thought about the only relief that he would have from this trauma would be in accepting his new existence, his new role in life, he would be forced to accept that he was a female meant to be used and totally controlled by an alpha male and the only alpha male that would be, would be Mr. J. Mockingbird, not only had accepted her role in the family of three; but relished in the idea, that she would always belong to the Clown Prince of Crime and that her fertile body was his to use and spew his seed into her pussy and she hoped that he would during the course of time impregnate her several times. Robin saw the mirrors invade his psychic prison cell and cried out in terror as he took in the form that he now possessed. Everywhere he turned in that prison was a mirror which reflected back on him the female form that was now his. He shuddered in abject humiliation and closed his eyes as he sank into a deep depression, curling up into a ball on the mirrored glass floor that was his prison. As the internal battle waged on, Harley took note of the fact that her little sister had once more regained a calm composure and looking again deep into Mockie's lust filled eyes, she asked. Are you ready to begin again." Mockie nodded vigorously and then stated with sexual hunger. "Yes Harley, please begin again." For the third time, Harley began to teasingly glide the vibrating wand over Mockie's love mound, quickly increasing the pulsating speed of the wand, at the same as she gently commanded her little sis to keep control of her lustful desires. "Deep breathing baby girl." she stated as she applied firmer pressure of the wand about MB's quivering kitty. "That's it sweetie," she breathlessly declared, "center your thoughts on lasting longer and longer then the previous two times." Mockie's 36D tits jiggled and bounced as she began to feel the heat from her hungry pussy once more cause the glands of her outer and inner lips secrete the tantalizingly delicious juices that every girl's hot gash could and did produce in order to allow for the hungry pleasures only felt when they are penetrated by meaty cocks. It was not only her fat and now puffy pussy lips that secreted these juices, it was also the inner walls of her love tunnel. She could feel those inner walls of her pussy, expand and contract and with each movement minute amounts of her juices produced by her glands coated the angry red walls and seeped out of her slick slit. She took many slow deep breaths; but this time around she knew that she truly wanted to feel the explosion of a star bangled orgasm. Fire seemed to spew from her eyes after a long twenty plus minutes of enduring the vibrating wand before she begged with all her soul. "PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Harlsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, pllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllleassssssssssssssssssssssssss ssssssseeeeeeeeeee may I cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Harley knew that she could sternly tell her little sister no; but as this was her first true experience in having a female orgasmic explosion, she relented and stated with pride and love. "Yesssssss baby girl, yessssss you may cummmmmm." Permission to allow herself to encounter her first female sexually heated orgasm given by her big sis, Mockie cried out as she felt Harley firmly press the wand at the top most region of her mound just about where her clit was just now coming out of its hood. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccckk kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Mockie shrieked with pleasure as her body convulsed from the mond blowing orgasm. Sweat poured down her neck, her tits jounced and bounced glistening with the oily sheen of sweat that coated the boobs, her toes curled upwards her fingers clawed into the bed coverings, her face whipped from side to side as she was overtaken by this explosive sensation. She crested from one orgasm to another to another and another, each one more mind numbing then the first. She did not know why this was possible and in her current frame of mind did not care, she just rode through each cresting orgasm and was dumb struck as another slammed through her female frame and brought on further sexual convulsions. Five minutes, ten minutes, maybe longer, she did not know; but she rode through multiple orgasmic crests till she hit the point where she passed out. Robin deep in the brain cell prison of his/her own mind also felt the explosive orgasms racking his/her body, felt the wave after wave of sexual convulsions and could not help himself/herself from crying out in a female voice that was filled with horror, humiliation and also the first time with joy from such a wild ride. "HOLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," he/she screeched as he/she felt his/her pussy muscles clench and release and little squirts of pussy juices leaked out of his/her body. "THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS IS WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT FUUUUUCCCKIIINNNGGG MEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, TO FEEEEELLLLL SEXUAL BLISSSSSS!" The words escaped his/her psychic lips; but they also travelled up through his/her brain cells, hammered on the nerves that would activate speech of his/her body and a long sighing sound escaped out of his/her body even while his/her other half, his/her dominant half, Mockingbird was unconscious from the joyous sexual ride they had endured. He/she could not help himself/herself as her physical (corporeal) hands flew down the length of her convulsing body, then back upwards, till her painted nails slid over her gapping wet mound. His/her fingers tickled the puffy lips, became coated with the sweet juices of her pussy, then with wild abandon he/she brought her fingers to his/her lips and for the first time he/she tasted the juices of his/her hot slippery cunt. "OOOOOMMMMGGGGGG, this pusssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyy, myyyyyyyyyyyyy puuuuuuuusssssssssy, these juuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccccccceeeeeeeeees, my juuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiccccceeeeesssss are sweet and delicious!" Robin's male identity was slipping away as he/she tasted herself for the first time. He/she wanted to hold on to the last remnants of his/her male identity; but the overwhelming feelings of female lust pounded on his/her psyche and was not allowing him/her to establish control over his/her feelings, as his/her noncorporeal being, locked away in his/her own brain cells began to accept that he was indeed a full female. "I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch...............slut, slut.slut, slut, slut, slut, slut...............!" he/she thought over and over and he/she did not wish to endure any more of these wicked thoughts, so he/she pushed himself/herself into unconsciousness in order to stave off the lust filled feelings of her female form. Harley, rolled onto her side and pulled her exhausted little sister into a deep spoon, gently caressing Mockie's body while whispering into her sis' pierced ear, the J diamond lettered golden ring shining brilliantly against MB's dark red lobe. "Rest for a bit baby girl, then we start all over again." Mockie did rest for about ten minutes and then as Harley had promised. The sexual torture did begin again and the use of the vibrating wand was applied to her fat puffy pussy lips for another round of teasing and a final sexual release. During the second course of the routine that was established by her big sis Harley, Mockie had increased her ability to withstand and stay the course of her orgasmic explosion for just about double the time of the first round. It was while she was recovering from this second round of hot slick sexual play, that Mockie vowed to give her big sis pleasure and when she was fully recovered, she twisted out of Harley's embrace, slithered downwards till her mouth was poised directly over Harley's own slick, pulsing, bald beaver. Hungrily she began to plant tiny kisses all over Harley's slippery slit and her sweet pretty honeypot. Then MB began to lightly slither her pierced tongue around the outer edges of her big sis' box in a circular motion till she reached the center of Harley's juicy mons. Here Mockie began to slide her pierced tongue up and down that slick quivering gash, letter her tongue push Harley's meaty lips apart. She then darted her tongue upwards to where her sister's clit was still covered by her hood. Bashing the tip of her tongue, lightly against Harley's hooded clit, she was rewarded for her effort, when Harley's pierced clit popped upwards. Opening her mouth just a tiny bit, Mockie allowed her forest green painted lips, to grip Harley's clit and with a good hold, she began to twist her mouth from side to side, which caused Harley to thrust her hips upwards, pressing hers glistening box against Mockie's ghostly pale white cheeks. During the next few minutes, Mockie concentrated only on tugging lightly on her big sis' protruding clit that she held between her pressed painted lips, while she lightly tickled the outer folds of Harley's fleshy mons. The efforts of Mockie quickly brought forth a long drawn out sigh of lustful pleasure from Harley's own painted lips, as she reached down and gripped her little sister's blond locks with dark green and red streaks through out head and pressed her baby girl's face firmly against her aching gash. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH rightttttttttt there you naughtyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy biiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhh." she moaned out as she raised her hips higher and ground her hot gash about Mockie's face. "OOOOHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU hunnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy SSSSSSLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTT, geeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttt tooooooooooo eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttiiiiinnnnnnggggggg my fuuuuuuccccckiiiiiiiiiiinnnngggggg cuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnttttt." Mockie obliged her big sister and heeded her commands. Like the hot slut she was turning out to be, she released her sister's clit and began to jab her pierced tongue in and out of Harley's hot wet pussy. She bathed Harley's pussy with her tongue and began to lap up the sweet, tangy juices that were seeping out of her big sis' fuck tunnel. Harley had shown Mockie countless times over the past few months, where her g- spot was located and while tongue bathing her big sis' sweet love tunnel, she reached upwards just below and to the right of Harley's pierced clit and located that very special g-spot. She pressed firmly with the tip of her gleaming painted nail on Harley's g-spot, which brought about a firm bounce of her big sister's hips upwards. With wild delight, Mockie continued to drive her tongue in and out and all around Harley's hot wet pussy and she continued her pussy licking of her big sister's hole for many long long minutes. She was not new to giving Harley the pleasure she deserved; but she was new to it from the perspective of a female and she wondered if she would be able to identify all the erogenous places that she hit on her big sister's pussy, on her own body. She also wondered if her hooded clit was also going to receive a piercing identical to Harley's and truly hoped that would happen. Even while she allowed these thoughts to occur, she kept a strong piston action with her tongue diving in and out of Harley's shaking cunny and alternated with wild tongue lashings of Harley's quivering inner and outer pussy lips. After close to thirty or so minutes of bathing and eating her big sister's pussy, she received her reward. Her big sister went wild as she experienced mind boggling orgasms and streams of pussy juices began to coat Mockie's lips, cheeks and her chin. Harley, felt her first wave of orgasmic bliss wash over her and she bounced her hips higher, while forcibly pushing her little sister's face hard against her cunt. "YYYYYOOOOOOUUUUUUU FRREEAKKKIIINNNNNGGGGG SLLLLUUUUUTTTTT IIIIII'''MMMM CREAMMMMMIIINNGGGGGGG!" She cried out with lustful sounds as she rode several waves of one orgasm after another. Her experience level being much greater than her newly transformed sister, Harley was able to keep her wits and not pass out; but the joys of the sexually heated explosions brought forth a slick sweaty glistening all over her body. After close to 15 minutes of allowing herself to experience this sexual release, she pushed her little sister away from her gash, then pulled her up into her arm and declared. "Enough bitch, time for some well earned sleep for both of us sluts." Mockie heard the firm tone of her big sis and whispered. "Yes Harls." Then she turned on to her side away from her sis and allowed Harley to spoon up against her and to wrap her arms about her to hold her in place. Mockie's last thought before drifting off to sleep was that she hoped to find out where her g-spot was hiding at under her swollen, puffy, glistening pussy lips. The two female jesters soon fell fast asleep and in the morning, they rose up, removed the rumpled stained bedding and took long hot showers and the dressed in their assigned jester outfits. Through out the day they lounged about in their boudoir and Harley even went out for several hours. For the next three days these two female jesters of the Joker maintained a daily routine of cleaning up after long nights of heated lust between them. Each evening of sexual desires being pursued by Joker's two jesters also brought on further pain and humiliation to the non-corporeal psyche of Robin. Robin was sinking further and further into depression from the sexual heat that poured from his/her female body and was continuing to change his/her own outlook every time that the dominant psyche of Mockingbird was allowed to experience the many crests of sexual bliss that Harley wrought upon her hot lithe feminine frame. Robin could no longer deny his/her new form and could no longer close his/her eyes in the mirrored brain cell prison that he/she occupied. He/she was beginning to accept that he/she was now and forever more a female and when not having to put up with the hot orgasmic explosions from his/her nasty freaking cunt, he/she would curl up into a tight non-corporeal ball, with his/her sexy smooth legs folded at the tanned toned knees and his/her thighs were pulled in tight to his/her belly. Defeatism was building up in his/her own sense of being and he/she was trying to determine the best way to escape this prison he/she was locked in. Robin too succumbed to sleep, a sleep that was fraught with hellish dreams of sexual decadence of his/her female body. - Joker returns to the lair, Mockie gives up her flower to her Alpha Three days after Mockie and Harley had enjoyed their first round of lesbian sex, Mr. J, returned to the lair with the packet of DVDs, new identification documents, and two large photo albums which now depicted the birth of his newest completely transformed female jester and her growth and development in the Quinzel family household. His devilish patterned clown laughter filling the underground halls of the lair, Joker announced. "GIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSS, your ALPHAAAAAAAAAAAAA is homeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He arrived in short time at the door to his female jesters boudoir, gripped the door handle in his powerful right hand, twisted the handle and smartly pushed the door wide open. Laughter billowed out of his wide lips as he declared. "COOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE greet YOUR CLOWN PRINCE my pets! Mockie and Harley heard Joker calling for them while they were finishing straightening up their bedroom, including putting fresh linens on the bed and upon hearing Mr. J announcing himself. Each of Joker's girls were dressed in their jester outfits and portrayed ghostly white face make-up. Upon hearing Puddin calling them, the two jesters exclaimed with peels of manical laughter, "Hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Mr. J. as they pranced out of their bedroom gliding effortlessly on three inch heeled boots towards their alpha. Crossing at the mid-point in their boudoir so that Harley was gliding towards Mr. J's left side, while Mockingbird was making her way to her alpha's right side. Each girl, upon reaching their designated position on either side of Joker, reached up to plant kisses on his own white face. Harley being several inches taller then her little sister, was easily able to plant a long drawn out smooch on Puddin's left cheek. Mockie, though noted that she was now a couple inches shorter after her full on transformation into the hot babe she now was, bounced on the balls of her feet twice before leaping upwards, wrapping her toned tanned sleek womanly covered legs around the mid-section of her man's waist, before placing her dainty hands on his massively muscular right shoulder and planted a long giddy kiss on his right cheek. She left a large forest green lipstick stain on Joker's cheek as she breathed in the heady aroma of the badass alpha who had caused her transformation from male to a totally hot bitching female. Harley took note of the look that her little sis was giving their man and she knew that there was no holding back on her baby girl's part in the hunger she was feeling. Partly due to the on-going menstrual period that was not due to run its course for at least a couple more days and partly due to the fact that Mockie was still new in exploring her new found female sexuality. Mockie on her part felt an increase in her raging hormones and this included a building of heat deep in her belly, spreading downwards to her very core. She could feel her boobs growing taut under her red and green bodysuit, her shimmering dark purple panties became damp from the secretion of her juices that her mons was producing and deep in her clenching gash, a new quivering, clenching of her over heated kitty was begging for attention. Her pulse was quickening and her body felt a strange flush through-out her female frame. She allowed these feeling to wash over and pass through her and subconsciously she knew that her female scent, the scent of a bitch, was sure to cause her alpha to respond in kind. Mockie hung on to Mr. J, for a good long minute as she continued to take in his manly scent. When she was first forced to be near him that long time ago when Robin, the boy blunder ha been captured and forced to done the jester outfit, had his face painted in the ghostly pale white make-up and had a collar strapped about his neck, she had felt revulsion from his scent. This was not true anymore. Now as the woman she had been transformed into, nay as the woman, that Puddin had transformed her into, she was not revulsed by his scent. Instead she longed to have his scent invade her core. She wanted to, hungered for the scent of Joker to envelop every fiber of her womanly frame. Robin, deep in the brain cell prison he/she had been thrown into of his/her and Mockingbird's body, awakened from a pitiful slumber as new sensations washed over him/her. He/she knew what was happening, that Mr. J had returned and that his/her body was now entangled about Puddin's waist line. He/she could feel the heat that was pummeling his/her new female form and could feel his/her female hormones racing about, causing havoc to his/her already damaged psyche. Once more fear, loathing, shame, humiliation, and an all new hunger and desire smashed about his/her non-corporeal brain matter. He/she tried to resist and tried to fight back against these female urges; but it was to no avail. What the body wants, the body gets and his/her body was screaming for penetration by his/her alpha. Fists clenched in tight fashion, Robin pounded on his/her prison cell located in the dark regions of his/her brain, as he/she screamed up to the Mockingbird psyche. "STTTTTTOOOOPPPPPPPPPPP this farce." tears streamed down his/her puffy eyes as he begged his/her Mockingbird persona. "Please Mockie, ifffffffff you allow this to happen there iiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssss nooooooooooo wayyyyyyyyyyyyy back to sanity." Mockingbird ignored the blubbering cries of the Robin psyche and instead focused on the needs of their co-inhabited body. She finally slid down away from Mr. J's waist landing lightly on her heeled feet. She gazed up with love and adoration at her alpha and when he began to march towards the door connecting their boudoir to his sitting parlor, she followed along a couple of steps behind her big sister Harley. Joker made his way through the connecting door of the rooms and made his way to a large chair made of sturdy walnut wood, with a very high back that was intricately carved with clown designs and contained his personalized J monogram in the center of the chair. The cushions were of extra thick memory foam and were covered in a rich dark purple velvety fabric. He settled his large muscular frame down on his throne, then with a meaty muscular white gloved covered hand beckoned his jester Mockingbird to his lap. MB glided towards Joker and quickly settled down on his massive lap. She lowered herself down so that her red and green short mini skirt fanned out away from her pear shaped, toned, tanned buns covered in her matching two toned jester bodysuit was firmly planted on his god-like muscular, dark panted covered manly thigh. Cooing softly she nuzzled her ghostly pale white femininely graceful face up against his cheek, feeling the light stubble of whiskers that protruded from his firm jawline.Once more she breathed in the heady aroma of her alpha and again she felt a tingling deep in her core, the core of a true woman and she could feel a little a squishing of juices that seeped from the glands of her hidden treasure. Sighing contently she batted her green coated lashes close and continued to take in Puddin's manly scent, while she lightly placed delicate hands with shimmering forest green coated nails on his massive chest, feeling the muscles of his chest ripple. Joker, held up the packages he had carried with him and spoke in a strong voice. "Girl, do you know what I have here?" Mockie shock her blond lock hair head in the negative and uttered a soft spoken. "No, Puddin." "Well, what I have here Mockingbird is the history of your new life." Laughter billowed out from his red coated lips. "What I have here is the life history of my newest girl." His eyes twinkled in clownish humor. "I have here your brand new identity documents, including your birth certificate, social security card and a driver's license and a passport." Mockie gazed up at Mr. J quizzically and allowed him to continue. "The boys are brining in two boxes with your yearbooks from when you were in middle school and high school. Yearbooks that previously did not contain any note of your existence; but after working with a very colorful master forger, now contain photos of you as a young girl." Mr. J, paused a moment then continued. "They are bringing in photo albums of you and the family you will be shown to have been born into and the passage of time as you went from a baby to a pre-teen, to a teenager and finally into a vibrant young woman." With a firm locking of his jawline, Joker continued. "Your life history has been re-made and the life history of the girl you now are has been thoroughly envisioned and every bit of care was taken so that any one who would snoop, would find that you are who you appear to be." Joker allowed for his comments to sink in. Mockie upon hearing his statements nodded her head and allowed her alpha to continue. "You will be known forever more, from here on out as the little sister of Harlen Frances Quinzel." Mockie gushed with joy upon hearing Mr. J announce that she was Harley's sister, by birth. "Your name, as it shows on an aged birth certificate, your social security card and license is and as far as anyone will be able to tell, has been for a little over 21 years as, Robin Denise Quinzel." Mockie,gazed up at Joker with a shocked look and was about to utter a dismaying comment, till she noted the firm set of his jaw. Instead of wanting to beg for a change of the name, she just nodded her blond lock hair head. "You are not only Harls sister; but also her charge and again as far as anyone will be able to tell, have been her charge since the death of your parents." Joker stated with a firm tone of voice, allowing for no dissent from his new family member. Mockie knew that she was not to disagree with her alpha's pronouncement and nodded her head again in agreement. "Over the course of the next two weeks, you will be guided and walked through this life history, so that you know it backwards and forwards." Joker announced in a stern tone. Then he pulled out the new license and handed it to his girl. "That is your license, the other identity documents will be secured with our librarian." Mockie gently took hold of her new license, examined it and took note that it contained her picture, her supposed birthdate and the expiration of the license. She took note that it also contained vital information, including home address, her height, weight and hair color. She slipped the license, her license into a pocket hidden inside her skirt. "What do you think of your new life history?" Puddin posed the question with demonic laughter billowing from between his wide red stained lips. Mockie, though initially showing stunned shock, recovered and began to plant many a kiss affectionately upon Puddin's cheek and neck. She accepted his authority over her and his right to develop a life history for her. Her body continued to emit her womanly bitch scent and she felt her hunger for her man re-new itself. The Joker felt his loins stirring up anew and his cock which was encased in his resplendent pants sprang to full mast. He thought to himself, that he was not going to allow for another moment to pass where he did not take pleasure from his girl and he knew the time had come for him to deflower his newest family member. The time for words had passed as he felt, MB caressing his muscular chest through his shirt and felt her dainty right hand slip in through an opened button and her palm was massaging his hairy muscular chest. It was time for him to take in her full figure and he commanded "Strip for me Mockie!" Mockie, hearing Puddin's command, bounced up off his lap and slowly tantilizingly began to remove her jester outfit. First she unzipped each of her booted heeled footwear, then with a light airy kick she allowed the boots to sail through the air one by one. Next she reached behind her and unzipped her crinkling leather red and green mini-skirt, then shimmying playfully with her rump end turned towards her alpha, she slid the skirt down over her female hips, down past her knees and then raising up slightly allowed the skirt to drop to her ankles. Fluidly she raised her left leg up out from around the skirt, stretching her leg out at a 90 degree angle and held it there for a count of ten. She then lowered her toned tanned red colored tight covered leg to the floor, then swiftly repeated the maneuver with her right leg which was covered in the green colored material. Skirt out of the way, Mockingbird, then pulled her headgear down off her head the pompoms of her jester headgear bouncing at the end of the horns. Bending forward at her slender waist she reached down to the crotch of her bodysuit, unsnapped the three snaps holding it in place, then stretching upwards, she slipped her fingers under the material and slowly started to pull the bodysuit upwards. Up and over her head the bodysuit went her slender arms coming free of the long sleeve article of clothing, then she twirled the bodysuit in her right hand and let it fly off to where her boots rested a short distance away on the floor. She tossed her head from side to side for a moment allowing her golden blond locks streaked with red and green highlights to shake free of the clumping that had happened when she was removing her bodysuit. Her melons bounced about under the covering of her satiny bra and she chose at that moment to leave the bra on for a short while longer. Instead, Mockie slipped her fingers of each hand down into the waistline of her two toned footed tights, and started to glide them down her smooth, tanned, hips and thighs. Her panties of the same matching color and satiny texture as her bra popped into view and along the backside were the words Joker's Gal, spelled out in golden letters. Mockie slid over to Puddin and resting her pear shaped rump on his lap, she quickly removed her tights so that she was no dressed in only bra and panties. Mockie, paused at this point, thinking which first, panty or bra and finally settled on the next item to be removed. Reaching behind her back while her toned panty covered ass still remained on her alpha's lap, Mockie felt for her bra clasp; but she stopped as she felt the beefy muscular fingers of Mr. J undoing the clasp. Feeling the back of her bra come free, MB rose up on to her toes, spun about in a graceful turn, then let her bra fall away from her taut jiggling 36D tits. Her boobs were on full display for Puddin and she bent forward so that he could maul them with his beefy muscular palms. Reaching forward, Joker did indeed massage MB's firm rip melons, and tweaked on the gold rings that pierced her swollen nipples. He then slapped each tit globe with a firm hand. Mockie felt the stinging slap of her boobs and giggled devilishly, then reaching down into her panties with her dainty fingers, she slipped them down a bit off her waistline down to mid hip, allowing for a tiny viewing of her bald beaver that was glistening with a very light coating of her juices and then finally she pulled her panties the remainder of the way down her hips, thighs, down past her sleek calves, bending forward at her slender waist once more, she lightly gripped Puddin's lap with one delicate hand, while she raised first one leg just up off the floor and pulled the panty away from her sculptured foot. She lowered her bare foot to the stone floor, then raised up her second foot, once more just barely off the floor, removed her pantie from that foot as well, then lowered her foot back down to the floor. Slowly she raised her pantie to her face and took in her scent. Wow she was amazed at how sweet and naughty her pussy scent was that coated her panties and the rag attached, that held minor amounts of her menstrual flow. Joker took in the naked form of his newest female jester and nodded approvingly. He then pointed to his crotch where his monster long and thick alpha cock was covered by his pants and underpants. Mockie's gaze flew to Mr. J's crotch and she wet her painted lips. Dropping to her bare knees, she pressed herself forward till her mouth and hands were a bare few inches from his covered cock. She reached up with her dainty womanly hands, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. She wet her lips again as his thick long hard tool was poking up angrily against his undershorts. She wasted no time now as she was truly on fire and wanted to give oral pleasure to her alpha and get him prepared to deflower her virgin cunt. She pulled both his pants and underpants down to his thick muscular thighs, which caused his long thick manly cock to spring into view. Lightly, MB gripped the long shaft of his majestic tool and while lightly stroking his pulsing member, she planted kisses all up and down the length of his cock. She then opened her mouth and tickled his thick mushroom head before pulling the first two inches of that cock into her open mouth. As soon as she had his cock in her mouth, MB, slid one hand down to his heavy ball sack and she began to caress that hung firming sack. She still kept one dainty hand on his shaft and slowly she started to bounce her blond lock hair head up and down on Puddin's cock, taking more and more of it into her mouth as she slid her mouth back down over that member. She was showing off her skills that both Puddin and Harley had taught her in giving her alpha a fine ass blow job and she quickly showed that she knew how to breath in and out while gobbling up every inch of his tool. She continued to orally please Puddin for several minutes, getting his thick long prick wet with saliva and knew that the time had come to offer up her treasure. Her man was rock hard and his cock was throbbing with desire and she was wet hungry and needing her pussy filled with that tool. She raised her eyes slowly to see if Puddin would nod consent that it was finally time. The Joker looked down at his heated new female jester and declared. "Up we go girl, time for me to fill your gash with my cock." Harley who had been sitting close by, laughed with glee at the fact that her little sis was finally going to have her cherry popped. She also figured that Robin, the former boy blunder needed to be pulled out of his cage and experience the final degrading act that she hoped would force him to accept his new self. Wordlessly through telepathic communications with Mockie, she commanded. "It is time for Robin to also experience this first hand. Time for him to come from the cage and accept her new form and lot in life." Mockie, knew the tone of voice that her big sis used, broke no argument and she reached down through her brain cells to the prison that housed Robin, the girl blunder and she commanded that he come forward. Robin refused; but Mockie did not allow the refusal and together with her big sis, the dragged the non-corporeal form of Robin out of the cage. Mockie and now also Robin was primed for being deflowered, for her cherry to be busted and to enter womanhood. She gazed at Puddin who commanded "Bitch position use the chair arms to hold yourself up. Mockie paused for a moment as Puddin stepped up away from his throne and then she moved forward bending at her slender feminine waistline and gripped the arms of her man's chair with her delicate hands. She spread her legs wide and allowed Mr. J a full unfettered viewing of her glistening gash. Joker, padded forward a few steps, holding his massive fuck tool steady he began to press it against MB's slick glistening mons. He pressed his cock slowly against her quivering pussy lips and held it steady there for several seconds, then he pushed his mushroom cockhead in her opening. "OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGG!" moaned Mockingbird as she felt her alpha's cock just starting to enter her pussy. She breathed deeply as a light pain set in on the first ever intrusion of his tool. She thought she was ready; but for a brief flash of time there was a fear that she was not ready. She wondered if she was making a mistake. She wondered of her past life as a male was where she belonged. She wondered if she what she was giving up on what she had been was the right thing to do. Many other fearful thoughts entered her brain, all going unanswered. Mr. J, pulled back his cock a scant inch for a biref second and then without warning he pushed hard and fast into his new female jester's cunt, rupturing her cherry and coating his cock with a lite spray of blood from the ruptured membrane. He then began see-sawing his cock in and out of his bitch's tunnel and kept up a steady pace. Mockie was shocked as Puddin, slammed his thick long cock into her pussy, popping her cherry and started to pound his cock in and out of her hot slick gash. Pain at first enveloped her and she cried out, "Arrrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhh owwwwwwwwwwwww." as she felt her core being invaded. Then the pain started to subside and Mockie began to feel pleasure filling her up. Pleasure primarily due to the fact that she was learning her place as Joker's receptacle for his cock and seed. Pleasure also from being filled up with cock, and her core was not only accepting his cock; but was gripping it and massaging it. WOW she did not know that her pussy muscles could do what they were doing. Her pussy muscles were clenching and contracting and her hole was expanding with each thrust of his manly cock. She began to grind her hips backwards without even thinking about it in an attempt to entice Puddin to fuck her harder and faster. For a long drawn out time Mr. J hammered his cock in and out of Mockie's pussy and after over twenty minutes of claiming his bitch's core, he could feel the need to fill her with his seed. Mockie was no longer thinking of anything now; but the joys of giving up herself to Mr. J. It felt right to give into her alpha and to allow his seed to fill her gash. All the while that Mockingbird was being fucked, Robin's non-corporeal psyche was feeling the same intrusions and between the link that Mock and Harley had they made sure that Robin was front and center for the epic finally of sexual bliss that was soon washing over both Mockie and Mr. J. Mockie knew that the time had come and she could feel her climax building within her core. She allowed her psyche to step back and let Robin's psyche experience the ending explosion. - Robin's change of heart Robin could not fathom the fierce unapologetic orgasmic explosions that he, no she had felt as his, no he could no longer think as a he, for he now sported a hot wickedly lubricated pussy, a slick hole, that Joker had entered and which Puddin had popped her cherry. Robin looked back at the painful experience of his, noooooo her cherry had been taken, so thoroughly by Mr. J. The blood that had seeped out of his, nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo her slick gash, caused by the hammering of Joker's thick, long tool, tearing the membrane of his, nooooooooooooooooooooooooo her hymen, had been traumatic. The first few minutes afterwards the pain was still highly present; but it was quickly turning from pain to a pulsing heat that went from his, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo her toes all the way up to herrrrrrrrrrrrr beating tits. Waves of new joys cascaded through out Robin's frame. Heeeeeeeeeeeee, nnoooooooooooo sheeeeeeeeeeee could not stop the heat that was building in herrrrrrrrrrr frame, could not stop the secretion of juices from the glands of herrrrrrrrrrrrr heated tunnel and could not stop the glistening of herrrrrrrrrrrrr skin as she began to push hissssss, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo her firm ripe plump tush backwards as Joker was pummeling her kitty with that alpha tool. This was the first awakening of Robin's persona to the female that he had been transformed into. There was no escaping the pleasures that Robin's body succumbed to, hungered for, embraced and thrilled to feel, as the waves of ecstasy, flooded hisssssssss, nooooooooooooo her being. The few times that Robin had bedded a girl, he had experienced a quick orgasmic release. That was not what he, nooooooooooooo sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee was feeling. No Robin's female body rode wave after wave of new and stronger orgasms that were no longer just centered around what had once been his male appendage. His female form experienced the orgasms all over and it had started with very tiny tingling releases, that built upward crescendos as quickly as one orgasmic wave subsided, another would begin. Joker hammered his thick, long, throbbing cock deep into Robin's new pussy while Robin was in what every girl had quickly learned to identify as the bitch position. Robin had been on all fours on the large bed with her plump juicy ass high in the air, her slender toned legs spread wide as Joker had initially pressed his alpha cock at the opening of Robin-Mockingbird's hungry gash. At that point in time, Robin was still locked in the mental cage, that Mockingbird had built for him, noooooooooooooooooooo for her and Robin was adamant in refusing to exit that cage, when both Mockingbird and Harley had called down to her. Neither of them accepted Robin's refusal and Harley had commanded her little sister to fetch him.....dam it Robin had to think of himself as a her now, as it was the female within his psyche now that pulled at her very being......and that is what the Mockingbird persona had done. Mockie sped down into her brain cells faster then the speed of light, hit the control button she had for the pain collar that encircled Robin's throat and attached a psychic leash to that very same collar. Mockingbird yanked on that collar and dragged Robin out of her mental cage and that was the beginning of the end of Robin thinking of herself as a male. But it was not just the busting of Robin's cherry or the many tiny throes of female orgasms that sent Robin over the edge, to where he was now looking and thinking as a female. No it was when Puddin had flooded Robin's new pussy with his potent seed, when Joker's big thick throbbing cock erupted deep into Robin/Mockingbird's hungry tunnel and that thick sticky cum splashed about the new walls of Mockingbird's kitty, that Robin lost all sense of manhood and began to squeeze with the muscles of her slick cum filled pussy. That is when Robin's identity as a male gave way to the female within. Mockingbird/Robin used their pussy muscles to grip Mr. J's pulsing alpha tool refusing to allow for Joker to disengage from that slick tunnel. That is when Mockingbird/Robin lost all sense of time, as a massive explosion from within her body overtook all sense of reasoning and time was lost, for 10, 20, 30, noooooooooo longer than a minute where the only thing that mattered was holding that cock of Puddin deep in her fuck tunnel. When time again began to become noted, Joker had pulled his cock out of his girl's steaming pussy and Mockingbird/Robin's conditioning re-established itself. Mockingbird/Robin quickly turned around so that she was now facing Puddin, her mouth a scant two inches from her alpha's slick thick, long, jittering cock. Thinking was not required, duty was what was required and that duty was to clean Puddin's tool of the lingering cum and pussy juices that coated it, from fucking his girl senseless. Mockingbird continued to allow her persona to take second place as Robin bent forward the last couple of inches and began to clean her man's cock. It was Robin's persona who experienced the mingling of their pussy juices with Puddin's salty thick stringy cummmies. Mockie also experienced the tasting of the combined fluids and she felt like she was in heaven; but Robin was continuing to learn the meaning of being a female and she was on autopilot due to the several months of conditioning that Harley and Joker had subjected her to; but now there was a spreading of joy and ecstasy about her face as she lapped up her pussy juices and Joker's yummy cummies from his slowly softening cock. Just as the waves of pleasure that had brought many small orgasms and which had led to the mind numbing explosive orgasm, were dissipating, still lingering due to Robin cleaning the juices off of her man's yummy cock, Mockingbird/Robin, began to experience new waves of pleasure, as her big sister Harley had zeroed in on Mockie/Robin's puffy wide open fat pussy lips and had placed her open mouth firmly over that heated gash. Mockie/Robin could feel the strong suction that her big sis applied to her tender, extremely sensitive, recently fucked pussy, still full of Puddin's sloshing cummies. The two personas felt Joker's cum being pulled from their single cunny and it re-ignited the heat sending her over the edge again with several full body orgasms. Her juices, which were just beginning to cool down re- heated and was being pulled from her love tunnel. Holy shit, the pleasure zones of Mockie/Robin's body once more reached super-nova stage and even though she was still busy cleaning Puddin's cock of her juices and his salty thick pungent cum, Mockie/Robin could not stop themselves from grinding their combined pussy firmly against the open mouth of her big sister. Her ripe ass mound shaking with extreme pleasure, as both her pussy and her butt cheeks let loose with farts and the farts from her pussy, caused her glands to excrete more of her sweet pussy cream, that melded with Joker's thick cum that Harley gathered in her mouth. As soon as Harley was done dragging every last drop of Puddin's manseed out of Mockie's heated pussy and Mockingbird/Robin had finally cleaned Joker's flaccid alpha tool, Harley had her little sister, roll over onto her back. She then placed her mouth over Mockingbird/Robin's pouting smeared lips of her mouth and allowed a good dribbling of Mockie's pussy cream and Joker's thick manseed to enter Mockingbird/Robin's mouth. Geeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh the mingling flavors rested for a very brief period of time on Mockingbird/Robin's tongue, before she greedily swallowed the nectar. Harley had then shimmied down a bit till her mouth still holding a good amount of pussy cream and Puddin's cummies was over the glistening titty flesh of Mockingbird. At that point, Mockingbird/Robin, felt her tits become slick with her co-mingled pussy juices and Puddin's manseed as Harley had opened her mouth slightly and allowed a light flowing of those flavors dribble out of her mouth onto Mockie's ripe firm boobs. As the still warm sticky translucent fluid splattered about her tits, Mockie/Robin experienced yet another sensation. That was a light seeping of titty milk, from her ripe firm nips. It was not a lot of milk that seeped out of her tender, swollen nipples; but it also began to run into the combined pussy and cock cream. The seeping of her titty milk, the splashing of juices onto her tits from the open mouth of her big sis Harley and then also the fact that Harley, was lightly slapping her puffy, wide open pussy lips, caused Mockingbird/Robin's body to tense up from the top of her blonde locks, down to the glittering forest green painted nails of her dainty toes, as another explosive wave of orgasmic release took effect. This was the final straw for Robin, fucking no way could a male experience that amount of pleasure. As far as Robin was concerned, she was now fully entrenched in female thoughts and hungers. Robin was now acting and thinking purely as a female, as an individual designed solely for pleasures of the mind and flesh. Robin was now realizing that there was no escape from what she had become. There was only the need to embrace her future as a hot bitch, a sleek, wanton slutty gal. Of course she would only display these desires for her big sister Harley and her alpha, the yummy hunky Joker, her boss, her man, her sexual master, Puddin. A demented giggling laughter escaped from her between her pursed forest green painted lips as this realization took hold of Robin's psyche. Her eyes blazing with hunger for continued experiences of her female form, Robin was quickly jolted to the here and now as she heard a command that she did not wish to follow; but had no choice; but to obey. Mockingbird was banishing her once more to the psychic cage deep in their brain cells. Mockingbird commanded the Robin psyche "Back, you demented slut, back to your cage, you devious whore." She continued on, "You have enjoyed to much of pleasure from Puddin and Harley." She then finished, "It is my time now bitch, back to the cage you belong in!" Evil clown laughter filling up from my throat as I state.....I am closing this chapter out at this point and look forward to developing the next installment in this story......below are ideas that I am looking at and I would appreciate your comments, suggestions and ideas. - Mockie encounters the fuzz - Girls night out with Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Trickster - Bats and Batgirl meets the family o Gotham City Bank heist, Bats arrives to foil the heist; but he has lost a good bit of his mojo, since the disappearance of Robin o Batgirl arrives on the scene to help Bats.....what will the outcome be.....will the newly formed family of three be cornered like the low grade rats or will they finally defeat the vigilantes