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Becoming a Daughter - Revised There were 60 seconds left in the football game. We were ahead 21 to 0 and going for another shutout. This shutout win would break the school's long-time record of shutouts. My dad, a big guy, was on the original team a number of years ago that set the school's shutout record. My twin brother Jack, 18, was big like our dad, while I, was much smaller like our mom. We were both on the current team. My brother was a very good athlete and he started at running back. I, of course, sat on the bench. The reserves were finally sent into the game. All we had to do was to run a play or two and use up 60 seconds. I panic when the quarterback called my number for an off tackle run play. The center hiked the ball to the quarterback who turned and slammed the ball hard into my gut. Just as I started to grasp the ball the middle linebacker leveled me. The ball creamed off me and fell to the ground where the other team pick it up and ran into the end zone for a touchdown. I was devastated. I had allowed the other team to score and the shutout record was not to be. I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. My teammates were made as hell at me. It was like we lost the most important game and the entire season. I quickly left the field and went to our family's car. As soon as I was in the car, my dad started to yell at me. "You cost the school a new record. You let your brother and your teammates down, and you embarrassed me! You are such a Sissy!" There was nothing I could say. My eyes were tearing. When we got home my mom tried to comfort me, but my Dad said to her, "He played like a sissy, maybe he should dress like a sissy. Wearing something like your panties for a while will teach him to be more of a man." Panties! Wearing my mother's panties! What! No way. I am a guy. I went upstairs to shower and change. When I finished with my shower, there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Hi, honey, it's me, mom. I have a pair of my panties for you to put on." Ugh. "Just leave them and I will try them." "No, I need to know if my panties will fit you. Your dad just told me that you will be wearing panties for a month to learn your lesson." A month!!! With that, my mom opened the door and came into the bathroom. I turned and tried to cover myself. I was embarrassed to be nude with my mom standing right next to me. She noticed my embarrassment and said she would turn the light off and help me step into her panties. With the light off and my mother behind me, I could feel her bend over to lower her panties for me to step into. I put one leg in then the other. My mom slowly pulled the panties up my legs. I felt like a girl with her mother helping her put on her first pair of panties! But, oh No. They felt good, too good, all soft and silky. I tucked my little guy back under me and the panties fit me like a glove. My mom then turned the light back on. I look in the mirror. Yikes! "Mom, I look like a girl wearing your panties." I just stood there frozen. Looking in the mirror I saw no bulge of where my penis should be! And as I turned to see the back, my cute little butt cheeks were hanging out the bottom of my panties! Even more embarrassing was that the nylon panties were a pale yellow with sexy lace on the top - so girly and feminine. "I thought that you would enjoy panties. And who knows, you may even love wearing them. This can be a lot fun if you want it to be." Fun, for whom? "Alan, these are an old pair of my panties, a size 5. I wear a size 6 now, so if you are going to wear panties for a month, we will need to buy panties just for you, ok, honey." Panties just for me! Oh, no, no. In thinking about having my own panties, I started to have an erection! My first erection in panties! Yikes. I think my mom noticed my little "tenting." I quickly asked my mum to leave so I could finish dressing. I put on a tee shirt and a pair of shorts and went downstairs for dinner. My brother was now home and he also starting to yell at me for messing up everything with my fumble. My father then came into the kitchen. I thought my dad would tell my brother to quite yelling at me, but no, he looked at me with disgust and said, "Sissy, are you wearing your mother's panties?" "Yes," I softly responded. "What?" "Yes," I said a little louder. "Show me." I turned a beat red. I hesitated. Then my mom said, "Go on honey, and show your dad that you are wearing my panties." Whose side is she on? I opened my belt and slowly lowered my shorts. There I stood, in the middle of our kitchen, with my whole family looking at my yellow, lacy panties as I slowly lowered my shorts. This was even worse than fumbling the football. My brother yelled, "PANTIES, PANTIES!" "What a sis. Where did you get the panties?" "From his mother," my dad said, with a half smiled. "Wait till I tell all the guys that my brother wear panties!" "Alan played like a sissy so I think he will be a sissy for a while until he starts to shape up like a man. And now Alan, why don't you put on one of your mother's pretty aprons and help her with dinner. Maybe you can do that without dropping anything." My dad and brother then went into the den to watch the sports channel. My dad, brother, and I always watched the sport channel together before supper. My mother had a big smile on her face as she retrieved an apron from the back of the panty. She had always wanted a daughter with the name of Ally and was now making the most of my predicament. I had never seen her wear the apron she selected. It was quite feminine, with large bows and a lot of lace. It looked more like a sissy dress, yet alone an apron. I felt that my mom was actually delighted with the way things were turning out with me having to dress like a girl. With her most feminine apron in her hands she put it over my head and down and spun me around to tie a large, fancy bow on the back. Since I was wearing shorts, it now looked like I was wearing a dress. A sissy dress! Yikes. I helped my mom with dinner. I had to learn how to make a salad and mashed potatoes. I had the odd feeling my mom was teaching me cooking skills - for the longer term! As we served dinner, my mom and I waited hand and foot on my dad and brother. She told me to do my best, smile when I delivered the food, and feel good that I was taking care of the "guys!" Guys, I am one of the guys and my mom used to wait on me! Now, I am one of the "girls" in the kitchen and I am supposed to wait on the "guys!" No way. What was even worse was that brother was now sitting in my chair and I was sitting down at the end of the table next to mom. It was like the men were at one end, and the women were at the other end. And even worse, my dad and younger brother were talking about sports and my mom keep talking about girl stuff like cooking, cleaning the kitchen, and waiting on the guys. This was awful, just awful. I was now truly at the bottom of the household. My dad was still in a bad mood when my brother talked about the football game. In fact, he looked at me, and said, "don't you look cute in that apron? "I think your mom should give you something nice and pretty to sleep in tonight - to go with your "panties." Ugh, I couldn't wait for dinner to end. I helped my mom clean up after dinner. When finished, my mom and I sat at the kitchen table while my dad and younger brother stayed in the den and watch the sports channel. "Alan, since you will be helping me in the kitchen for the next month or so, you need to take care of your hands and finger nails. You don't want your nails to be nicked or even chipped doing dishes or house work, do you?" "What?" "So anyway, lets get a coat of lacquer on your nails to keep them safe and looking pretty. You do want pretty nails don't you Alan?" "Mom!" "I know, I know, but you will need nice nails if you are going to be a girl for awhile." Who said I was going to be a girl for awhile! I thought I just had to wear a few panties. My mom retrieved her large purse and took out a nail file and nail polish. "I will do your right hand and then you can do your left hand, ok sweetie." "But mom, I don't want my nails polished." "Do I need to call your father in here?" "No, I guess not." She took my right hand and filed my nails. Then she started to apply polish to each nail. "Mom, you said it would be clear, but it looks more pink!" "It will dry clearer." When she finished my right hand, it was now my turn to do my left hand. It was difficult. I kept making mistakes. "Honey, it's ok. You will learn with practice, ok?" Practice! When I was finished, she showed me how to wave and dry my nails. Yikes. Then my mom took one of my legs, pulled off my tennis shoe and put my foot up on the table. There she started to do my toenails with a bright red color! "MOM!" "Oh, just relax sweetie. No one sees your toes anyway, besides, you will love knowing you have painted toenails!" I looked down and with a few minutes all of my toenails were shinning in luxurious, red nail polish! Totally girly. I just realized that I am at our kitchen table with my mom, wearing her panties and my sissy looking apron with my finger and toenails painted and my dad and brother are in the next room watching sports. I am such a sis now. And yes, I feel so girly! My mom then told me to hang up my apron, my apron (!) and go upstairs to get ready for bed. She went to her bedroom and came back with a very femme "baby doll" nightie! Oh No! "MOM! I can't wear a baby doll." "Oh, yes you can and you will." What is happening to me? I had never seen this garment before. She said that Dad bought it for her a number of years ago and that she does not wear it any more. She was happy that someone was going to wear it. And I was that "someone." She had me stripped down to just my panties and while I stood in front of her, she lightly placed the baby doll over my head and let it fall. It was silk. I never felt anything so smooth and tingly. It was a light rose in color with white bows and lace. Mom stood behind me and held me as we looked into the mirror together. I started to tear up. What was happing? My family was treating me like a daughter. I lay down and my mom tucked me into my bed. I was exhausted. What a day. The worst day of my young life. My mom then put her hand under my baby doll and gently rubbed and pinched each of my nipples, as if to also say good night to them. "Alan, do you ever think about breasts? Having your own cute little breasts?" Then she kissed me good night. She usually kisses me on the check but tonight she gently kissed me on my lips. It felt good and tender to be kissed. I needed this sweet touch. I could taste and feel my mom's lipstick now. I wondered if she was trying to give me the feel and taste of what it would be like to wear lipstick! Yikes! She smiled as said good night. She told me that things would be better for me. Better? How? She turned off my light and shut my bedroom door. I laid there in my panties and baby doll with the taste of lipstick on my lips and polish on my nails! I thought about my day - the game, the fumble, my dad yelling at me, being embarrassed by having to show my cute lacy panties to my whole family, and now wearing my mum's panties and her baby doll to bed. My head was spinning. I finally fell asleep, confused and exhausted. That night my mom decided to read up on boys becoming daughters. She obviously wanted to take advantage of my situation with my father's punishment of me. What she found on the Internet astounded her. Sissies, fem boys, crossdresser, boys who want to be girls, how to raise you son as your daughter. She also came across a site, "Your New Daughter," which offered all type of products, videos, and books to change your sweet little boy into your sweet little girl. Articles included: Daughter or Sissy, You Decide First Panties How to Feminize Your Son Hot Makeup for Teen Boys Embrace Your Gurly Side Yes, Larger Breasts for Him Learning to Sew Tween Panties Teen Titty Formula How to Seduce brothers and daddies Finally, a Daughter Forever Femme Body Exercises First Boy Date, What to Expect/Avoid Sissies Love to be Milked Sissy Training Enfemme Swallow or Not Her First Tampon Fembois for Rent Starting Him Early on HRT Feminization by Hypnosis Summer in Skirts Strict Mother, Soft Son Dainty and delicate diets Sissy essentials Forever femme girl formula Feminine breast prosthesis for teens His First Period Flawless Skin Luscious Lips lipstick with collagen Soprano Speaks gargle Double your Cup Size in 3 Months She decided right then and there to change me into a girl! "Yes, Allan is going to be Ali, my little girl, our sissy, my daughter!" I woke up in the morning as my mom came into my room. I looked down and remembered what I wearing just my mother pulled back my covers to see if I was still wearing the baby doll and panties. Oh no! I had another (small) erection, in my panties! My mother did not pass this up. She asked me with a sly smile on her face. "Honey, is this a morning erection or a panty erection?" "Anyway Goldie Locks," she was referring to me in my baby doll attire and panties, "I have to go over to the Wilson's this morning to help Mrs. Wilson sew a hem on a dress. I need you to do the laundry this morning and when I get back, we will go shopping for you." Shopping for me? For what? She handed me a clean pair of her panties for me to put on this morning. "I thought you might like 'pink' for a change." She smiled again as she gave her panties to me. "When you are done dressing, come downstairs and you can help me fix breakfast for the guys." For the GUYS! Ugh. "Mom, wait, I don't" need to go shopping for anything." "Oh Yes you do sweetie. You can't wear my panties as they don't fit you that well and neither does my baby doll for that matter. Besides, you need your own lingerie that is more in style for young teen girls, and you need enough lingerie for at least a month." In style lingerie, for young girls, enough for least a month! I went into the bathroom, as I had to pee. For some reason with the seat down, I just sat down to pee. It seems like the right thing to do. So I was sitting on the toilet with my mom's panties down around my ankles and I had the baby doll still on me! I really felt like a girl. Things are getting out of control. How do I stop all of this craziness? I am a boy. As I headed back into my room I decided to go into the hallway, as there was a ceiling to floor mirror. I guess I was just curious to see how I looked head to toe in my "gurlie get up." As I turned to see the back of my pink panties on my butt, I saw my Dad glaring at me. "What the hell are you doing Alan? You are acting like some kind of prissy in front of a mirror? God what is wrong with you. You will end up in dresses before all of this is over." I scampered back to my room, changed clothes, kept on my pink panties, and went downstairs. It was Saturday, but I was not looking forward to shopping today with my mom for my "girl stuff." My mom explained to me what laundry had to be done and how to do it. The most important thing was my dad's favorite wool hunting shirt. It had to dry for only 2 minutes in the drier, to get out the wrinkles, and then hung up to air dry. I did exactly as I was told. I then had to make breakfast for my dad and brother again wearing my apron. I remembered to make everything extra special and serve it in a "nice happy mood." Ugh. While I was cleaning up after breakfast, unknown to me, my brother went into the laundry room and put the wool shirt back into the dryer and turn the dryer to high heat. Just as I finished cleaning the kitchen, my mom came back and said the sewing only took a little time so now we could go shopping. She went into the laundry room and I heard a scream. She came out with my dad's shirt that was now the size of a toddler's shirt. "Alan, what did you do?" My dad came into the kitchen when my mother scream and saw his shirt. "Alan, come here right now. I have had enough of your disrespectful behavior. Drop your pants and get over my knee. I haven't given you a spanking in years but one is certain due now." I could not believe what was going to happen. I started to tear up and said my brother put dad's shirt back in the dryer. My dad was even more furious with me in trying to blame my brother. I slowly dropped my pants. My apron did not cover up my pink panties on my butt. My cheeks were certain to be the color of my pink panties. My dad spanked me hard with his belt. I think he spanked me for fumbling the football, shrinking his shirt, and acting like a sissy in the mirror. I was sobbing like a girl. He finally just let me fall to the floor. I lay there in tears with my pants down on my ankles wearing my fem apron and panties. My dad said, "Look at him, pathetic. The only thing this sissy is missing is a pair of tits. Honey, I want you to put one of your bras on him, NOW. And since you still have not learned your lesson Alan, you will wear a bra and panties for an entire month or at least until you shape up." My mom said that her bras would not fit me and that she would have to buy me mine own and some clothes to wear with my bra. "Ok, Ok, buy whatever you need for that sissy. I just want him to learn his lesson." With that, my dad got up and left the room. My mom helped me up like I was a little child. She told me to just take off my pants and go upstairs. I walked up the stairs and I could just feel her staring at my little pink butt as she followed me up to my bedroom. I wonder if she could see my burning red cheeks through my pink panties! When we got to my room, she took some hand lotion and told me to come into the bathroom. What was now going to happen to me? My mother told me to lower my panties to mid-thigh and spread my legs wide. She put some lotion on each of my cheeks and softly rubbed them. This really felt wonderful. She rubbed the lotion in deep and said this will help heal the sting faster. She cupped each check several times and whisper in my ear. "Honey, did you know that you do have the sexiest little butt." I think she was trying to make me feel better. She went to retrieve some of her clothes for me to go shopping. I stood and look in the mirror, what else could happen to me today. She came back with a blouse, black slacks and a pair of sandals. "Honey, I think it would best today if you were dressed more "gender neutral," so as not to draw much attention to yourself while we shop for your new undies. Ok. Also, since my bras will not fit you, we will also buy you your own cute little bras." What's was going on here? "Mom, I don't want to wear any of your clothes." "Honey, you don't have a say. You will be a girl for a month or do I have to call your father up here again? I am starting to wonder if you liked to be spanked while wearing my panties." "Tis, "tis." Then she softly said, "Alan, honey, you can get thru this if you listen to me. You can look like a pathetic little sissy and be scorned and ridiculed, or you can look somewhat like a young lady and no one will notice you, trust me." A young lady! I don't want to look like a young lady. "Besides, honey, wearing these clothes will put you in a 'gurl' mood to shop for your own 'gurl' clothes." Gurl clothes. I don't need or want any "gurl" clothes. I guess I had no choice as I felt my cheeks still stinging from my spanking and I did not really want that again, did I? So I was going shopping wearing my mom's clothes. Unbelievable. She held up her blouse and I meekly put my arms in and she pulled pull it over my head. It was a jersey type blouse, somewhat tight in my chest, with sleeveless and a pretty neckline. The color was soft sky blue, which wasn't too bad. Next I put on her black slacks. She said the slacks did not fit her anymore. They were a loose on my waist, but they were very snug across my butt. The only thing I had going for me was my nice butt. Everything else on my body was sub par. She smiled when I turned around to show her how the slacks fit on my butt. "Now honey, put on your sandals." Oh no. My painted toes were now exposed in the sandals. Also the heels on the sandals were about 1/2" high and that made my butt even higher. She told me walk in smaller steps when wearing women's shoes and to make sure I kept my back straight and chest out. This would help me walk more like a girl. Walk like a girl! I don't want to learn to walk like a girl. With that, she took me into the hall so I could see how I looked. Oh, except for my face, I looked like a young girl. "Mom, people are going to laugh at me." She redid my hair into a more of a pageboy look and she also took off her necklace put it around my neck. "Mom I can't do this. Yes you can baby and you will." She took me by the hand and we went downstairs. My brother whistled when he saw me. I turned beet red. I was truly embarrassed for dressing like a girl in front of my brother and going shopping with my mom for my "gurl" clothes. He also probably knew I was wearing my mother's panties. I was really made at him. I told him that all of this was fault. I sounded like a little sister complaining. He just laughed. My mother took my hand again and led me to the car. She even opened the car door on my side for me. She was treating me like her little daughter. "Sweetie, sit down and then swing your legs in. Ok dear. By the way, we will go to the new mall on the other side of town so we should not run into anyone we know." We arrived at the mall and I was petrified to get out of the car. My mom would have none of my reluctant behavior and opened my car door and dragged me out by my ear lob. "Ouch." "Missy, you better start cooperating or your father will have to administer another spanking when we get back home. Do you understand?" "Yes," I meekly replied. With that, I stepped out of the car, my first time dressed as a gurl in public. Oh, this is going to be so awful and embarrassing. As we walked into the mall my mother provided constant instructions. Chest out, arms and elbows at my sides, small steps, one foot in front of the other etc., etc. I felt like I was a submissive little toy on the end of her leash! But to my surprise, no one seemed to notice me. We finally arrived at JC Penny and went into the young teen section. I thought for sure the store attendants would be young teenage girls, but no, to my surprise, there was an older woman, about 55, who approached my mother. "May I help you today?" "Well, yes, I guess so. Our son here needs to purchase some items today." "I see. Is he looking for anything in particular" she asked as she looked me over from head to toe. "Ah, well, I guess he needs everything." "So is this his idea or is this petticoat discipline?" Petticoat Discipline! Hmmm. "His father is punishing him for a month by requiring him to dress as a girl." "I see. Ok, I can help you as we often have sissies and/or forced dressed boys in our department. Should we start with lingerie?" Forced dressed boys or Sissies!! OMG I thought, are there others in my same predicament? How many boys are there? What happens to them? How do they end up? Questions, questions, but no answers. "Yes, I suppose," my mother answered. Did I have a say in this matter at all? It's me and my sanity we are discussing here. "Why don't we have her go into this dressing room so she can try on various items." When did I become a she! In the dressing room the older saleswoman said, "now, please take off everything except for your panties. I assume you are wearing panties, dearie." I turned beat red as I started to undress. Outside I could her my mother and the sales lady conversing. "Do you know his panty size? Yes, he is a size 5. Oh good, then you can go and just pick out whatever panties you would like for him. I would suggest several colored cotton ones, and then some sexy nylon bikini, boy shorts, and even several thongs! A gurl can never have enough panties, as we know. By the way, what is your daughter's name?" "Ally, yes Ally." So now I have a girl's name! Great, just great. The older saleswoman came back into the dressing room. I could sense she was somewhat "disgusted" with me as she spoke down to me. "So little Ally, lets take your chest measurement so we can properly fit you for your first bra. This is your first bra, or have you been wearing your mother's? Hmmm." With that, she measured my chest several times with her cloth tape, then my hips, stomach and finally my inseam. When she was done measuring my inseam she look up at me and said "I see why you father rather have you as a daughter. I can't see any resemblance of a boy in your panties! You must be very small, I suppose." "So these are your mummy's panties you have on today. How often do you steal and wear her panties, dearie?" "Oh, you will just love all the nice things your mommy will buy for her little girl today. You will now have your own cute gurl clothes so you don't have to hide any more." Just then my mother returned with an arm load of panties. "Look Ally, today all panties are half price, so it's a good time to stock up." OMG - I think my mother had three dozen panties in her arms! The saleswoman reappeared with a half dozen bras. Two "training" bras, one push-up bra, one sports bra and two fancy laced French bras! "She measured a 34 A, which is typical, so I brought her two 34A training bras to start, and four 34B bras. She will grow larger quickly. They always do. You can fill her training bras with padding, but I strongly recommend you invest in silicon breast forms for her. Not only will they look more natural, but she will have the experience of having breasts until her breasts grow." My breasts grow - what? "She can even wear the breast forms without a bra using silicon adhesive. She will just love them. Trust me. And if you order a pair, get her a B size cup. I will give you a pamphlet on how to order them. The company also has an array of other items to bring her "along" nicely. I assume that is your desire." (Yes, it is, my mother said to herself. I do want a Daughter)! I tried on all the bras. And of course we ended up buying all six bras! "Mom, I only have to wear these things for a month, why in the world are you buying so many things?" "Honey, a girl needs new underwear every day and sometimes two or three pairs a day. Also, you should try to match your panties with your tops." "How old is Ally?" "She is 18." "Oh, I thought she was more like 12 or 13. She doesn't look her age. I suggest you start slowly with her: cotton undies, training bra, cotton nightgowns, pigtails, light makeup, etc. Ally needs to have some time as a tween, before she emerges as a teen tart!" "Yes, I see what you mean. She doesn't know anything about being a girl and some tween time will help her in the long run I suppose." "Ok, I will pick out some cotton nightgowns and also look in the tween section for sundresses, shorts and tops." "Oh, Ally, you are going to be SOOO cute" my mom said to herself My mom was off again looking for additions to my emerging fem wardrobe. The saleswoman whom I found out was Mrs. Blanchard, started on me again. "You know little Ally, you will be back here in three months time begging your mommy to buy you a size C cup bra. Oh yes, your breasts will grow and you will just love them!" "I fact, I often have sissies come back for their 'milkings,' when their mommies get tired of milking their little sissies!" "Milking," "C" cups," what in the world is she talking about. Thank god my mother returned, BUT her arms were now full of clothes! "Oh, Ally. This is so much fun. Wait to you see what I picked out for you." "Mom, dad said I only had to wear panties and a bra for a month." "No Alan, when I spoke to him he wanted me to dress you as a girl for a month to learn your lesson. Do you want to go home now and challenge him? Well, do you?" "No, I guess not," as I slumped back down in a bench in the girl's dressing room. My mother then proceeded to drop a pile of tween clothes including, but not limited to, cotton sleep shirts with little girl prints, cotton nightgowns with flower patterns, cute little shorts, girly tops, several rompers I think they are called, pink and white tennis shoes, white ankle sox, two sundresses, a pink cotton hoodie (yikes) and even a one piece and a two piece swimsuit, etc. "Mom, Mom." "Stop. This is crazy. I am not going to wear all of these clothes." "Oh, but I think YOU are. Just look at you in your panties and new training bra with nail polish and jewelry. I think you like, no love wearing girl things. Should I tell Mrs. Blanchard about your little erections yesterday and again this morning in your panties! Hmmm. Well." I turned a beet red as Mrs. Blanchard just nodded as she knew how I had responded to being forced to wear panties. It took over an hour to try on everything. My mom and Mrs. Blanchard commented on each piece of clothing I tried on for them. In the end, we purchased everything my mom carried in and more. Both my mom and Mrs. Blanchard were ecstatic. I was depressed, really depressed. In the end, they selected for me to wear pink cotton panties, a white training bra, light blue cute short shorts, a yellow sleeveless top, and white tennis'. I look like a girl, no like a tween about 12!!! With tissue stuffed into my trading bra, my yellow top had pre teen projections. Yikes. I had tits. "You will have to decide which direction you want to take Ally, sissy or daughter. You won't buy the wrong clothes for her then if you go one director the other. If she is in fact a true sissy, I can give you information on boutiques on the internet that specialize in sissy wear for young boys. "Sissy, hmm I never thought about that," reflected my mother. I wouldn't mind him being a little sissy. It would make him more docile and less stubborn. And maybe easier to become the daughter I want. As I struggled to carry some of the bags back to our car, my mom wished the guys were here to help us. Oh, I guess I am not one of the guys anymore more. But gee, the bags were really heavy. Mom said we had to make one more stop for my cosmetics. "But mom, dad did not say I had to wear makeup." "Honey, no daughter of mine is going to dress nice and not wear makeup. You would look like a boy in girl's clothes and be ridicule and embarrassed. Beside, I am only talking about a little makeup to give you some color. Now stop being bratty, ok." "Bratty, when was I ever a little brat!" We stopped at the large MAC store. I looked in the window and saw makeup forever. Ugh. My mom walked behind me and forced me into the store. "May I help you" offered a pretty young woman. "Yes, where is the tween section for my young daughter?" When did I become my mum's "young daughter?" "Right over this way, just follow the pink line in the floor." I thought my mum would dress me like a teenage girl with teen makeup like the girls at school. But no, I was dressed like a 11 or 12-year-old tween and she expected me to wear tween make up, whatever that is. The makeup displays for "tween" girls had the same products for teen girls, but the colors were very girlish and contained sparkles! I sat down on a stool while a teen age girl about my age was about to make me look like a 12-year-old tween! "Oh hi, this will be fun. I did my bf last year for Halloween. What's the occasion?" "His father is making him dress like a girl for a month." "Oh gosh, you must have been a really bad boy, huh. Anyway, we will make you look like a nice tween girl, ok." Let's start with your eyebrows, sweetie." "Ouch that hurts." "Oh come on now, girls put up with a little pain and discomfort all the time." "But I'm not a girl." "Yah, right, you look so much like a boy I almost forgot." She applied a very light foundation, a pinch of color to my cheeks, but then wild pink and green eye shadow with sparkles to my sexy eyes! A cherry rose lip gloss color was selected to finish my "look." "Oh, the guys love the taste of this new cherry line. Just wait to you are kissed. You are going to have so much fun." "I am not kissing any guys." "You don't have to. They will kiss you. Trust me on that." Before I left the stool, I was attacked with a Charlie type of smell of a young girls fragrance. Not only did she spray my neck, but also my knees and crotch area! "What are you doing?" "Don't you know anything about being a girl." The young attendant then suggested I buy my first makeup bag and purse. My mother quickly agreed. Of course we had to look at all the bags and purses and pick out the cutest ones. Ugh. I ended up with a cute pink makeup bag, and a long red shoulder strap purse. Yikes. So now I am walking through the mall with my mum and looking like a cute 12 tween with new clothes, new makeup, a new purse, and smelling like a fruitcake! We finally stop at a bench for a quick rest. My mum opens her purse and pulls out a sucker. For me? "Ally, you could have been more cooperative today. I want you to suck on this sucker until I say stop, and if you don't, I will tell your father that you beg me to buy you all if these clothes today. He will then finally know his son is a true sissy and wants to be a girl. "Mom." "And don't call me mom any more. From now on it is Mommy and only Mommy. Do you understand? Remember, you are only a 12 year old girl little Ali." My mother held the sucker in her lap. She would not raise it up. I had to bend over and down to take it in my mouth. (Sound familiar)? You can only image want this look like to people walking by. My head in her lap, sucking on a hard piece of candy with my head bobbing and my tongue licking fast to end this nightmare. I was humiliated beyond belief! My mom was in control and she knew it. So there I am, in public, sucking and licking a sucker like a little tart. My mom keeps moving the sucker around in her lap. I have to chase it like my life depended on it being in my mouth! Finally I bite down on the sucker to keep it in my mouth. Soon both men and boys are staring at me! Yikes, what are they thinking I'm doing. Well. Gosh, anyway. Finally my mother says to stop. "Ali, I hope you learned your lesson. If you disobey me again, I will spank you myself. Is that clear young lady?" "Yes, Mommy" I softly offered. Finally we get to our car and head home. I am exhausted from our shopping ordeal but I have to carry all the bags upstairs to my room. Good thing the "men" are gone. I would hate to have them see me dressed and looking this way and struggling to carry the heavy bags up the stairs. It seems like I lost a lot of my strength in these clothes! My mum comes into my room and helps me rearrange my dresser and closet so I can easily access my new wardrobe. Yikes, it appears to look like a girl's bedroom with all of my new clothes! What worries me is my mum is taking most of my boy stuff and packing it away! This is Not good. "Mommy, won't I will need my boy clothes back in a month." "Yes, yes I know that, but just look at you now, Ali, you are so cute and feminine, you may just want to wear these clothes occasionally if not all the time. Just take it slow and see how you feel, ok, sweetie." "Anyway, right now let's gets some sun. Change into your new little cute two piece and I will do the same. We can sun for awhile before the guys get back, Ok dearie." "Mom, I don't want or need any sun." "Oh but you do Ally. All of us girls like a little color now and then." She spanks me hard on my butt cheek. I still feel the burning pain and offer no resistance. My mum leaves my bedroom and returns quickly with her black two piece. Then she takes off all her clothes right in front of me and puts on her bikini two piece. My mum is nude in front of me! OMG! I stare at her white breasts and pink nipples, and then down at her nicely trim little bush. "Ally, we both girls now, sort of, so we can dress together. Ok honey." Girls, when did I become a "girl!" My mum helps me with my new swimsuit. She holds my panty bottom open for me to step in and then she pulls my it up my legs and over my cute little butt. I quickly tuck my little guy in. It just seems like the natural thing to do. I turn to see my cute butt in the mirror. OMG, the thong type of suite exposes most of my fleshy cheeks. Yikes! Next she helps me with my top. She adds tissue to my top. "Now that's better." When done, we look in the mirror together. We do look like mother and daughter. I put on my new white sandals and with my mom holding my hand we go outside. Oh, I feel so girly dressed this way. Our back yard is partly exposed as we live on a corner. As we lay down onto our blankets a car goes by and honks at us. "Ali, don't mind that, just get used to it. They obviously liked what they see." As we capture some rays, my mum showed me how girls attract and tease guys at the beach. Did I really need to know or learn on how to attract guys at the beach! My mum showed me how she lays on her back, then opens and spreads her legs. If boys don't come over, she says to sit up a little, push out your chest, and then slowly open your legs to showcase your "treasure" and smile. Yikes! Works every time she says. "Now try it Ali. Sit up and slowly open your legs. Go on. Now." I hesitate. "Or do you want me to spank you right here outside? Well?" I slowly open my legs. "Now wider, don't be shy. You have what they want. Now smile and lick your top lip with your tongue. This lets the guys with the big ones know you are hungry." Big ones? Hungry for what I thought. I felt like an absolute fool doing this. Practicing to entice some boy on the beach with my fake girl stuff. "That's it, bigger smile. Lick those lips. Ali, you are a natural little tease." Oh, gosh, just what I always wanted to be "a good, natural tease (for boys). Ugh. After we sunned for about an hour, we went inside to shower. My mum again undresses right in front of me. In the shower she shaves each of her legs. I watch her in awe. My mother is sexy and beautiful. "Ali, tonight when you have your bath, I want you to shave your legs. I know you don't have much hair yet, but it will be good practice and you will love how your legs feel afterwards. Ok honey." Shave my legs! What, like a puss! I disrobed as my mum is still in the shower. OMG, we were out in the sun for just a little, but now one can see my tan lines. My nipples and chest area are all white, along with my cute little triangle area. Yikes! I guess I won't be taking a shower with the guys at school anymore. After I got cleaned up I came out into my bedroom. My mum had already laid out clothes out for me to wear. Ugh. On my bed are a pair of yellow cotton panties, a white lace training bra, a cute floral short pink skirt, a sleeveless tight black T-shirt with a row of flowers around the neckline and my new white tennis shoes. A definite "tween" outfit. Does she really expect me to wear this in front of my dad and little brother? Get real. "Mommy." "Mommy." "What is the problem, Ali?" "Why aren't you dressed." "But Mommy, I can't wear these clothes in front of dad and my brother." "Ali, what in the world are you thinking. You will wear these clothes and you will love wearing them for the guys. You are just a little tween. Remember. Now come on honey." "But Mommy." "But Mommy nothing, get over here you little brat." My mom takes me by the hand and pulls me hard to her side. She reaches down and picks up the cotton panties and tells me to open my mouth. I slowly open my mouth and sure enough, my mom is stuffing the panties into my mouth! Just as I realized what is happening, I now find myself over and onto my mom's lap! She picks up one of my sandals and starts to yell at me and of course I feel the first blow on my yet tender, cute little butt cheeks. I cry out but it is only muffed by my panties. She continues to slap my buttons cheeks with my white sandal. I feel the burning. I am sure my cheeks are quite red and not pink. My mom is really disgusted with my behavior and attitude. After all the trouble she says she did to shop and buy me my cute tween clothes. Then, for some reason, my whole body is warm, and I start to become excited as I lay in her lap and she paddles me. Tears are straining down my cheeks from the excoriating pain, but my little guy is becoming erected. OH, no! Finally she is done with me, and just like my father, she pushes me off her lap and onto the floor. There she noticed my little hard on. "Oh, you disgusting little trap. You are a sissy." She then goes into the bathroom and retrieves hand lotion. But when she returns she doesn't rub my red butt cheeks with the lotion, instead she has me sit on her lap and starts to give me my first "milking." Yikes! There I am on my mom's lap, like a young little tween, panties stuffed into my mouth, and being "milked" for the first time by my mommy! My mommy covers my little guy with lotion and gently starts to masturbate me. "Come on little sissy. Show your mommy that you love to be milked." "I think you can't wait to wear your new cute tween clothes, ha sweetie. Would you like me to send you to school wearing panties and a training bra and a cute tween outfit so all the girls would be jealous and all the boys would be, shall we say, interested?" "I noticed that every time you are spanked or you wear panties, you have a small erection, but at least it is an erection." "Ali, I think you really are a little sissy and maybe you even want to be a girl." "Ali, you are so small down there for a boy. Your brother's penis is probably much larger than yours. Is it." "Is it?" As she pinches the tip of my little penis between her fingers and removes the panties from my mouth. "Yes, yes Jack is larger than me." "Does he have a big nob on his penis head like his dad?" "Well, does he?" "Yes, yes he does." "Do you look at his penis in the shower?" "No, no I don't." "Whose penis do you look at in the shower, Ali?" "Come on girl, you can tell your mommy." She continues to slowly milk me. "Whose penis do you look at in the shower?" "Mar, Marc, Marcus's penis." "Marcus!" "Marcus, the black quarterback?" "Yes, yes, he has the largest penis and he is always showing it off!" "Do you think about Marcus's big black penis?" "Do you?" "Well?" "Yes, yes I do." I can't believe I just said this, and to my mummy! "What do you think of doing with the big black penis? Would you kneel in front of him on the shower floor? Or would you turn around and back into him and let him have his way with you? Or maybe, you would hold his big black penis and wash it for him as he kissed you. Would you like his big tongue in your little mouth Ali? Would you?" "Hmmm, I wonder what Marcus would do with his big, bad penis if he was here now with you?" "Would he want you to kiss it and put it in your cute little mouth to be sucked like a sucker?" "Would he?" "Or would he put that big black penis somewhere else?" "Hmmm?" With that my mommy started to trace my back-side crevice with her finger. Then she paused, and then she inserted one finger into my tight cherry rectum! Yikes!! I came almost immediately and exploded with cum all over my mommy's hand. I continued to shake for about 30 seconds as she held me tight. "There, there little one. I knew you would like, but did not expect you to "love," your first milking SOOO much!" She then reaches up with her hand full of my "milk" and looks at me and says "Well." I slowly bend down and start to lick her hand and swallow, oh, it's salty, and I guess it's not too bad. I lick her entire hand clean and even suck on her fingers. "Now, Ali, you will not touch your little clit anymore, understand. When you are ready, you will come to your mommy for all of your milking's. Understood. Now clean up, redo your makeup, and get dressed for the guys. NOW." She push me off her lap and left my room. My whole world has really changed. I feel like I'm living with a witch in a household where everyone doesn't want me to be a boy. I don't know if I am a sissy, or a girl, or whatever. Confused to say the least. So what should I do now? I go to the bathroom and wash my face and hands. I try to touch up my makeup, but I make a few mistakes. Practice will help I suppose. When I back in my room I find my mother has replaced my cotton panties with a black thong. Yikes. I will now feel exposed and vulnerable in my short little skirt. Oh, I now hear the guys coming home. Oh, my, I still feel so girly even after I came. I then decide it's better to go along with my mummy's demands. Did I have a choice? Ok, she wants a daughter, I give her a sexy little tart. Who knows, maybe my dad will tell me to take off theses stupid clothes and stop this nonsense. I decide to get dressed like the daughter everyone expects. I step into the black thong. My first real thong. Yikes! I pull it up into my butt crack and walked over to the mirror to see if I can see it in my butt. It is almost buried but it does wonders for my little butt cheeks. They are now spread and push out. Sexy, yes sexy. I feel SOOO excited and I just put on my thong! Yikes! For some reason I really wanted to get dressed for the "guys" now. I put on my training bra, and am able to clip it behind my back. Yikes. Wow, good going gurl, I thought to myself. I then stuff my bra with some tissue. Oh heck, a few more tissue won't hurt, will it? I pull the black tee shirt over my head and adjust my bra. Looking in the mirror I adjust my cups. Oh, it would be nice if they were larger. Did I just say that? Oh well, it would be nice though. Next, I step into my sexy little skirt. Skirt, it barely covers my panties. Way above mid thigh. OMG. Sexy and hot to say the least. Now my shoes. At the foot of my bed are not my tennis's, but my white cute sandals with about a 3/4" heels. Oh that will turn heads. I go into the bathroom to do a final touch up of my makeup. Hey, a girl wants to look her best, Well doesn't she? I redo my lip gloss, touch my lips together like my mommy showed me. Oh, I am ready, no I'm perfect, for the guys! I do want to do this, I think. I slowly walk down the steps, swinging my hips and feeling quite girly and as I enter our living room. As I slowly and girly walked down the steps, I could hear my mummy prepping the "guys." "Now remember Ralph, I need your support on this. This was your idea, but Alan fought me on everything today, so I had no choice but to keep on buying him more and more girly things and making him wear them. In fact, one mother told me that a good way to shape up your child is to use "petticoat punishment," and that is what we are going to do. We will make him wear and act like a girl so that he finally rejects his punishment and shapes up to be a real guy. And Jack, you better not laugh at Alan when you see him. He is dressed like a young preteen and definitely looks like a girl. You will have a new little sister for a while, and we expect you to treat her like one. Her knew name is Ali. Ok guys. Oh, I think I hear Ali coming down the stairs." Just before I reached our den, I stopped to take a deep breath. Ok, this is it I said to my little self. They want a girl and they are going to get one! With my stomach in my throat, I slowly started to walk into the den. I remembered to stick out my chest, take small steps, arms to my side, and of course, do my natural little wiggle. Gosh, who would not like Me? I walked in and caught the eye of my "mummy," who was smiling from ear to ear. I think she like what see saw. "Oh, hi Ali," she said, "say hello to your daddy and big brother." I emitted a soft, quiet. "Hi." Both my daddy and big brother (now) were speechless. Even though my mummy tried to prepare them, when faced with the real thing, with their former son looking like a cute, in the flesh, young tart, they sat there with their mouths open. Finally, my daddy spoke up, "Ali, yes Ali, now listen, you make sure you obey your mommy. Is that understood?" "Yes, daddy." My big brother also finally found his tongue. "You, you, look like a girl!" "Yes," my mummy quickly offered. "Ali is the new girl in our house. Our daughter, and your little sister. Now, that's enough fussing over her. Ali and I need to make you guys something good for dinner tonight. Maybe a cake for desert so we can celebrate our new Ali." Celebrate? What's going on here. Celebrate dressing your older son like a preteen! Yuk. With that my mummy reached for my hand and quickly guided me into the kitchen to show me how to bake my first cake. In the kitchen I put on my apron and helped my mummy bake a cake and make dinner for the guys. When everything was ready, my mummy called the guys in to eat. I, of course, had to bring each serving dish over to the table where the guys eyed my every move. I decided to tease them a little. Well, if they were going to have fun, why couldn't I? I swayed my hips when I walked and once even dropped the napkins on the floor so I bent over at the waist and not my knees like good girl would. I gave them a lovely glimpse of my long tan legs and my sexy black throng! Wow. That would sure increase their blood flow! Yikes! They couldn't take their eyes off of me. I finally had some control and power in our family. As we ate dinner my mummy shared with the guys all the things, we brought so there would be no surprises when they saw me around the house after school, or at night or on the weekends. I would be the new "girl" in the house for at least a month, to ensure I learned my "lesson." I sat there with my chest out, good posture and took small bits when I ate. I was the perfect little sister. Finally, I think the guys had enough of me and quickly returned to the den where I served each of them with a big piece of my chocolate cake. As I handed the cake to my father, I looked him in the eyes and smiled, "I hope you like this." He wasn't sure if I was referring to the cake or me, his new cute daughter. My big brother wolfed down the cake while watching me. Was he trying to tell me something? Yikes! Finally, when my mummy and I clean up the kitchen and put everything away she had me stand right next to her at the counter. "Ali, you were a disgusting little tart tonight. The first time you are dressed and in front of the guys, you act like some cheap little slut. What kind of daughter are you going to be? Hmmm. Well?" I didn't know what to say. I thought she wanted me to act girly and this is all I knew what to do. "I suppose you are hard now and have a little erection. Well, do you?" I didn't want to say anything as I liked teasing the guys and I did have an erection! My mummy reached under my shirt skirt and forcefully pulled my thong down to my mid thighs. She then puts some hand lotion from the counter into the palm of her hand. Oh, I knew what was coming next! "Mummy, mummy, shouldn't we be doing this upstairs? What if one if the "guys" come into the kitchen. What would they think?" "They would think that Ali is a dirty little tart, which she has so appropriately demonstrated she is at dinner tonight." With that my mummy reached under my short skirt and found me rock hard. "Oh, I just knew Ali that you were a dirty little slut." She then started to "milk" me for the second time today. "Let's see. Where were we. On yes, you are in the shower with Marcus, the black quarterback. You had just put on a fresh coat of your favorite cherry lip gloss before coming into the shower. Marcus hands you the soap and you smile and start to wash his big black long snake.." "Gosh, you can't believe it is SOO big, almost the length of your forearm and thick, like a giant cucumber. Oh, it is becoming hard, rock hard. He loves your touch and your little hands on his stick of dynamite. He is now kissing you with his tongue halfway down your throat. Finally, he puts his hands on your little shoulders and pushes you down to the floor where you belong, on your knees in front of him. He guides his monster snake into your mouth, but it is so big you can only kiss and lick his pee hole. Finally, you relax and start to take him into your oral cavity. This is truly where you belong. At the foot of a stud worshipping his rod." "Is this what you want Ali?" "Is it?" "Well?" She continues to lightly touch the very tip of my little penis. I can't take it anymore. "Yes, yes, I want to suck a penis. A big penis. Yes, I want to suck Marcus's big black penis!" "I thought so." With that, I started to organism. I came for about 20 shooting into a small floral plate my mummy held at my groin. My mummy proceeds to catch all of my cum on the cute flora plate. She holds up the plate and this time I eagerly lick every drop. Yikes! Well it is good, right? "There, there, little Ali. Oh, I knew you would love your milking's. I didn't realize how much you wanted to suck a penis. That can be our little secret until the right time comes. Now, go upstairs and take your bath and remember to shave your legs. And leave a little triangle of hair just like me. Us girls need to stick together. Ok sweetie." With that, I proceeded up the stairs but not before sticking my head in the den and asking the "guys" if there was "anything" I could do for them. Well, I just thought it was the right thing to do, you know. They are both speechless again. Gosh I loved doing this to them I finally have some power in our house. To be continued!