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BILLY IV
"Not what you thought it would be?" Janice asked her very helpful sissy.
She and Billy were in the kitchen, and the extended immediate, sort of
family were in close proximity.
"It's a lot more work than I thought it would be," Billy said honestly
but in his practiced, hushed voice.
Janice understood that there was more to it. She leaned her elbows on the
center island. She and William were enjoying a lovely Pinot. Everyone was
surprised by Kndel's enthusiasm. He was not usually the supportive type.
This particular was the homebrew of one of William's Italian friends.
Her slightly tipsy face seemed to be one of patience and understanding.
Billy admired his enhanced fingernails as he continued cleaning the
dinner glasses. The feelings that the feminine clothes imparted were a
reward for doing mundane tasks. He wanted with all his heart to perform
pleasingly. Traipsing around the kitchen doing "women's work" was the
quintessential duty of a house sissy.
"I love the clothes. They are so different than my boy's clothes. To wear
things that entice reactions with each movement is a stunning
revelation," Tami started to open up in the quiet voice she had been
instructed to use. Janice smiled at Tami's use of grown-up words. Her
nine-year-old was trying harder to be all grown up. Still, it was
impressive.
"The way the makeup makes me look so much older is a marvel. I love
mascara. The perfume makes me feel complete, but how Chip reacted bothers
me," Tami admitted.
"Why do you think he reacted the way he did?" Janice asked her intuitive
child.
That is when Janice noticed anger well up in Tami. The reaction surprised
her. She could not recall an incident where Billy had ever lost his
temper. Janice was worried about the glass Tami had in her cute feminine
hands. If it broke, Tami could be cut.
"He thought Bradley and anyone dressed like him were weak. Oh, it makes
me so mad, I could have..."
"I know you have the knowledge to cause damage, but you know what your
sense has to say about control," Janice took a defensive position. Indeed
she had never witnessed Billy in this frame of thought. She did not like
this new dark side--no, sir, not one bit.
"I did control myself!" Tami was not talking in her quiet voice. The
whole convoluted family took notice.
"Ahem," William cleared his voice.
It was deep and authoritative. The rooms became very quiet.
"I believe it is time for me and Tami to have a conversation," William
announced.
With his announcement, Tami shut off the water. Janice took over the
dishes, and it seemed the Earth stood still. William was many things and
had fine qualities, but an authoritative presence was the common thread
that stitched his personality together. His existence in authority made
him appreciate some people's capacity to let go of reality. The situation
he now found engulfing his family was as close as he had ever come to
such a surreal happenstance.
He has given Janice a wide berth with whatever she is trying to do. He
does trust her, but Tami needs some guidance that Janice does not seem
willing to provide. Janice looks almost nervous about his involvement.
But when the force that is William sets in motion, it is better to stand
clear and then reevaluate.
"Come with me, Tami," William states.
The participants of this game understood that he was not ending the game.
He just called his son Billy Tami. Each, in their mind, calculated what
William's involvement meant. Janice was busy finishing the dishes. James
and Denise whispered to each other. Kendal was tense at the new
development. Denise looked over at her sibling by name only, with
contemptuous curiosity.
Watching Tami walk beside her stepfather, his smallness reminded her how
young little miss thing was. It was still miraculous how good-looking
Billy looked in drag. She was sure this would be his comeuppance for all
the practical jokes he had played on her and James.
James's suggestion for nightly rollers had been met with calm acceptance.
In fact, it had backfired, and James found himself on the end of slight
feminization himself. While Denise was trying to work out the inner
workings of the situation, she looked up and saw Janice studying her.
Everyone in attendance wanted to listen in on the conversation that Tami
and his Father were about to partake in. If this was what Denise thought
it was, she recognized that Janice was not in control as she would have
normally been.
In William's soundproof, smoke-eliminating home office, he guided his
youngest to the chair opposite his large carved-walnut desk. Tami's state
of dress and the feminine grace she carried it off with was a stumbling
block for William. He was on his turf now. The threat that is Tami became
diminished on William's home turf.
Standing there behind his desk, William towered over the room. His
youngest was sitting there demurely dressed to the nines, comfortable in
his sissy costume. It is everything that goads a macho Father to the
core. William would have put his foot down if he were an average man. But
then again, Janice was not your average woman.
In all his years of business, he had never found himself in such a
strange position. Janice had explained somewhat what she was trying to
accomplish, but as the conversation evolved, she gave up and asked
William to trust her. Now he had stepped into the fray and knew he needed
to tread lightly.
Tami was not the least bit nervous. She sat there like a debutant,
waiting for what her Father wished to communicate. As Tami smoothed her
skirt, her nails flashed in the incandescent lights. William did not like
the new-fangled led contraptions. Tami made him nervous, and he did not
like the feeling.
As he pushed a button on his desk, a low hum started as William opened
his humidor. The ritual of warming and then lighting the cigar gave him
time to reflect on an appropriate approach. Tami was checking her makeup
in a small compact. And then William laughed. Shaking his head at the
absurdity of his nine-year-old boy acting for all intents and purposes
like a fifteen-year-old girl of means was breathtaking. Billy was a
gifted actor.
Tami started to get upset.
"No, no, Tami, I'm not laughing at you. Quite the contrary," William
announced.
Tami relaxed.
"That is what I am talking about," William marveled.
"?" was the look on Tami's face. She did not say anything, but the
question was straightforward.
"You, young lady," William said, tongue and cheek. "Are wise beyond your
years," he continued.
"What do you mean, Daddy?" Tami inquired.
"Imagine my surprise when I came home, and your Mother announced that you
are now the house sissy. She was adverse to me putting a stop to it. Her
determination to follow through was not something I had seen in her
before. She tried to explain what she was doing, but her convoluted logic
became unintelligible. It was something she had not done in a long time.
I let it alone when she informed me that you wanted to be part of what
you had discovered," William put out there but realized he was starting
to sound like Janice.
Tami had nodded but revealed nothing. William had never had a negotiation
opponent that was harder to read than Tami.
"Let me start by telling you how proud I am of you," William continued.
"Thank you, Daddy; I feel so pretty," Tami responded.
"Well, you are that. But what I am referring to is how you protected
Bradley at school from Chip," William informed Tami.
"Bunny, she calls herself Bunny," Tami informed her Father.
This was the part William found difficult. In this reality, Tami was
real. Bunny was real. William was not talking to his son Billy. He was
talking to Tami. His son was a house sissy that was smarter than most of
the adults he dealt with on a daily basis. The comforting smoke that the
cigar provided was a welcome distraction.
Tami was ogling herself in the mirror behind the grand walnut desk. After
the take charge bravado he had displayed, William needed to impart
excellent knowledge to his youngest. The problem was he had no idea how
to interpret what was happening before himself.
William started with a long dissertation of the study called Baby X. Tami
would enunciate an "uh huh," or a "yes, Father, in agreement but was not
listening to William trying to convince himself that what his family was
involved themselves in was an altruistic experiment.
When William realized that Tami was infatuated with her reflective image
and not listening to him drum on and on how he is trying to be an
enlightened individual, he changed tactics as Tami fixed her lipstick.
"I am proud of you for the adult manner in which you handled a difficult
situation, Billy," William finally came around to.
"It's Tami Daddy," Billy said, slightly upset.
"Ok, Tami. Just understand that I am proud of you," William iterated.
"Thank you, daddy. Can I go now? James needs to put my curlers in?" Tami
asked.
"Yes, of course, you can go," William told his youngest. He would sit
behind his desk pretending to have solved some great puzzle, smoking the
remainder of his expensive cigar. He hoped that the game would not
negatively affect his household. It was shocking to see his young son
looking like he did. Puberty was around the corner; time should solve the
dilemma he believed was at hand.
"I like he is not that good at my curlers. He looks fetching in his
curlers and nightgown, Tami said as she sauntered out of William's
office.
William shook his head as he smiled at the strange convergence of
innocence and maturity wrapped up in his cross-dressed child.
"I don't know where all of this will lead, but at least it is not
boring," William said in the stale air that was being evacuated from his
state-of-art cigar room/office.
CHAPTER SIX
Tami walked through as her extended family waited for her to reveal what
had transpired. The little vixen held her cards tight to her nonexistent
breasts, as it were. A nine-year-old child had the whole family flummoxed
about the next move.
Kendal begged off. He had somewhere to go.
Janice was curious beyond measure. Denise and James waited on baited
ears.
"Time for my rollers, Jaqueline," Tami announced. So much was eluded to
in her feminine use of her step-brother's name.
"I like that name," Janice admitted. "It suits you, James, when you fail
at our sissy's rollers," she continued.
"Don't you think it is time to up the ante, Mom?" Denise asked.
"What do you mean, Denise?" asked Janice.
"It's been three weeks, and James has not gotten much better at rolling
Tami's hair. I think he needs more of an incentive," Denise chimed in.
"I believe you are correct, Denise. What do you have in mind?" asked
Janice
"I think toe-nail polish and pantyhose with full makeup should
incentivize him adequately," Denise offered.
"No," shouted James.
Thirty-eight minutes later, James was unrecognizable. Denise had just
finished painting his adorable face as girly as she could make the failed
hairdresser. Her partner in crime looked to be her sister in crime now.
The silky pantyhose was causing an embarrassing response in Jaqueline's
front panel.
"Now, Jaqueline, I hope we do not have to incentivize you further.
However, a triple ear piercing would look good on you. I would love to
take you to the mall en femme to have you so adorned," stated Denise.
The new feminized James's eyes got big as saucers. The mascara made his
made-up eyes look so adorable.
"Take her the day after tomorrow when she fails, Denise," Janice ordered.
"Ok, Mom," Denise agreed.
"Who says I will fail Tomorrow?" James asked in defiance.
"What color do you want surrounding your diamonds?" Asked Tami.
Silence fell across the room. Everyone knew Jaqueline would have her ears
pierced on the fortnight. Maybe Denise would take her in for acrylic
nails. It would not be long before Jaqualine would be a full-time
supporter of Tami.
James tasted his lip gloss and nearly swooned. He wondered if he would
also have night emissions. So dressed and adorned, James had to change
his pantyhose in the morning. Hand washing the silky garments was not
time-consuming, but he needed to borrow new stockings to avoid being
found out. A pantyhose adorned Jaqueline joined the breakfast fray as if
nothing had phased her. Denise and Janice knew what was happening.
"What do you want to wear to the mall tomorrow?"Dense asked.
"What do you mean?" asked James.
"This is the worst job yet on Tami's rollers. Tomorrow, you will have a
nice set of acrylic nails and at least three earrings in each ear,
Jaqueline," Denise foretold.
And so it was to be. James became a full-time supporter of Tami. Long
acrylic nails, pantyhose full-time, lots of makeup, perfume, and nothing
but skirts and heels for the new extra sissy of the house. James became
the relaxed version of himself. The silky hose rubbed by polished acrylic
fingernails had a remarkable calming effect. James found herself in her
new wardrobe.
And then the call. Evelyn had called Janice. The witch had come to her
nemisses' door. Bunny had relayed how her child had come to her rescue.
Tami had saved the day, and Evelyn wanted to bury the hatchet.
She was so overcome with gratitude and grief that Janice succumbed to the
social standards that ruled her life. "Your little Tami saved my Bunny,"
Evelyn repeatedly stated. Oh, how Joyce wanted to lord her perfect Tami
over Evelyn's claims of superiority. Billy looked so good in the role of
Tami.
Evelyn seemed so sincere. Tami had even backed the teacher down with
logic and fortitude. Chip's parents were by far the richest of the group,
but Tami claimed, rightfully so, that Chip was in the wrong. The paddling
was the evidence that he was correct. A shocked, belligerent child had
the most unpleasant experience of his short life. Not only did it hurt,
but when he started crying in front of the whole student assembly, the
embarrassment was prevalent. Chip's life would never be the same after
his corporal punishment.
While Tami held his arm, causing Chip to bend forward, His comment about
how sexy her legs were was answered with a swift blow that came as Miss
Duffy heard his rude remark. What could have been a show of punishment
became the actual vindictive strife that Chip deserved. Miss Duffy took
her frustrations out on the young perpetrator. Tami enjoyed Chip's
comeuppance.
"No, no, we will have a coming out party for Tami," Janice reaffirmed.
"She and Jaqueline will be a huge success. However, we will not be
rubbing Eveyn's face in it," Janice informed her children. "Mores the
pity."
"Oh my God, mom. Why on Earth not? She is just like Mrs. Olson on the
Little House on the Prarie," Denise asked in disgust.
"You don't kick at a person that is down. There is no satisfaction in
it," Janice rationalized.
"Besides, she sounded so sincere," Janice admitted.
"Then, what is the point of Tami?" Jaqueline asked.
"Tami is our beacon, Jaquelin," Janice stated.
James did not realize his Mother referred to him as a girl. He was
comfortable as he presented. He now understood the draw to the feminine
side. He hoped to outdo Tami in the makeup department shortly. All of his
efforts to become proficient in hair curling were put aside to learn the
art of makeup.
Denise no longer saw the advantage of the game they were embroiled in.
Tami was supposed to bring her Mother's nemesis down a few notches.
Suddenly her Mother grew an overdeveloped consciousness. What was the
point? Denise wondered.
"Let's play with your makeup, Tami," Denise offered.
If Tami was going to be the family's doll, she intended to have the first
crack. Tami found her older sibling gentle in removing her makeup. A
wholesome youthful look was what Denise had in mind. She beckoned James
forth to apply his wares.
When he failed, he became Tami's twin.
"Oh, you look so innocent Jaqueline," Denise prodded.
"Put on your pantyhose, you two," Denise commanded.
She pulled out matching nightgowns and ballet flats for her two brothers.
She did get a charge out of making her younger half-brother look older,
and her other brother look like a younger girl. Gosh, they look so cute,
she thought. Maybe she should get her nails done.
Everything became routine. James had become Jaqueline. Billy was Tami.
The rest of the family became accustomed to the extra girls in the house.
William was still trying but failing to understand what was happening. He
did not like how Kendal was acting. Although he had no reason to think
his eldest son was doing anything against his wishes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Janice, could you do that thing for me?" William asked his adventurous
wife.
"Sure baby," Janice answered. She was ecstatic about how her little
diversion was playing out. Tami had the desired effect on James, and the
coming out party was not intended to harm Evelyn, but it sure did. Small
people are insulted with the slightest bit of effort. Bunny would soon be
outfitted with the best hosiery available and possibly a tight corset.
Janice had her revenge and did not even intend it. The guilt release
while attaining what she initially sought felt so good.
She moved over her husband and took his right nipple into her mouth. The
reaction was over the top. Nothing seemed correct. William's nipple acted
like a woman's nipple in extreme arousal. He started bucking and
thrashing around. The small sounds he emitted sounded like a woman being
fucked for the first time.
Janice had a bad feeling about this, but she was already aroused. She
clamped down on her husband's engorged nipples and started playing with
him like a sex toy. She manipulated his steel penis up her vagina and
started pumping her helpless lover as she continued to take advantage of
his overstimulated nipples.
Was there breast growth behind his distended nipples, she wondered.
"Oh, God, oh, God," William whimpered, evidently out of control.
He came in buckets. Basking in post-coital bliss, Janice and William
suddenly reached the same conclusion.
"The apple cider!"
Jumping up, Janice ran to Tami's bedroom. There she found Tami itching
her chest. Upon investigating, she noticed some slight development.
"How long have I been drinking that crap?" William wanted to know.
"The third night in, you started to share with Tami," Janice recollected.
"Three months on hormones," William was not happy.
"Yes, that is what I have figured," Janice stated in dread.
She reached for her cell phone and googled the damage of ingesting strong
female hormones to a child.
Reading what the site had to offer, she asked William if he wanted a
second round. Tami was ok, and introducing female hormones to William
could have interesting repercussions for their sex life. He was on the
cusp of developing a woman's breasts. The sexual heightening of his
chest's sexual prowess could be experimented with for the next five
months. And Janice liked the idea.
"What are we going to do about Kendal?" Janice asked her female hormone-
laden husband.
William was livid. Kendal had laced the apple cider with strong female
hormones. It was a long time since he had his favorite apple cider.
Janice's kids were allergic. The long-forgotten treat was back in his
larder. The chemical estrogens that Kendal had added for his little
brother and competition for the company his Father had built needed to be
shaken vigorously before pouring. The cider was a product that needed to
be shaken.
The simple method Kendal had chosen to eliminate his competition had also
fed his angry Father copious amounts of female hormones. It was not all
bad. The sensitive nipples his son had caused a new experience for
William.
Billy had accomplished more of the fortitude William was looking for in
the company's takeover. Kendal was a simpering small person, and all of
his self-worth came from his privilege.
"I don't know what you can do to convince me to let you have a go at some
point of management," William told his eldest son.
When Kendal objected to his colossal loss, William reminded his eldest
son that he was drinking the apple cider also.
Billy wanted everyone gathered around as his and his siblings photos were
added to the special album. It was inscribed as " Learning Moments or
altruistic epiphanies." Billy had discovered the old album when Janice
was still with Don.
Billy wanted to be part of that tradition. It was a tradition of learning
and self-actualization that Don's negativity had robbed Janice of. When
Evelyn's child was so ripe with opportunities, Janice discussed this
route with Billy. The two hatched a plan to become Bunny's competition.
That was when Tami was born.
Epilogue:
Kendal spent five months dressed as a secretary. He hated every minute of
it but was rather pleasantly attractive as an executive assistant. It
appeased his Father but did not land the stewardship back in his control.
James was looking good as Jaqueline. He was afraid when Janice told him
that they needed to talk. She apologized that he could not come to her
earlier.
Denise and her Mother came to an understanding. Janice told her that she
was a woman of her own rights and could dress and wear makeup as she
felt. Janice would abide by Denise's decisions.
Jaquelin told Billy that he was using her.
"Of course, I had you as human resources, Billy admitted.
"This job is beneath me, and you know it," Jaqueline almost shouted.
"Yes, that is why you are also head of product development," Billy
responded.
"So why am I head of HR?" Jaqueline wanted to know.
"Lawsuits. Sexual discrimination and such," Billy answered.
"So, a transexual is not easy to sue," Jaqueline asked.
"You might be blond, but you aren't so dumb," Billy responded.
The little fuck was right, of course. William was impressed almost
immediately when Billy took over the company.
It was an off day. Janice was fixing breakfast. Billy had rung and
announced he wanted his Mother to meet his girlfriend. Janice thought
nothing of it and was fixing William and her breakfast.
"Hello, Mother, Billy announced as Janice was tending the bacon on the
stove while enjoying some fresh squeezed orange juice. I want to
introduce you to my fianc?," Billy upped the ante.
When Janice turned around, unaware. Orange juice came out of her nose.
Billy stood there with a happy countenance on his face that portrayed
innocence.
"I'm so sorry dear," Janice informed the lovely lady standing in her
kitchen.
"That's ok, Mrs. Short. Billy told me you are a little uptight," Billy's
fianc? told Janice.
She could see no malice in Billy's aura. He had a dry sense of humor.
"What is you name dear?" Janice asked the spitting image of Tami when he
was cross-dressed and nine years old.
"Tammy," Billy's fiance answered.
"Oh, come on," Janice answered.
Billy was grinning ear to ear.
"Come, let me show you our families, learning moment album," Janice told
Tammy.
Billy was not so self-assured any longer.
The END!
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