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 I guess I was just too small...almost girlish.  When couples came to look
at me, it was always the man that wanted to move on to other prospects. 
When it became apparent that no one would adopt me, they just stopped
shipping me around from family to family.  So when I turned 12, I was moved
into a large foster care facility.  It was state run and it was awful.  It
was more like a prison.  The boys were ages 12 to 17.  There were so many
of us that the caretakers invariably lost track of us from time to time.

   The older boys took advantage of this and advantage of me.  They did
things to me whenever they wanted to.  Even one of the caretakers raped me.
It wasn't so bad with him as he was nice and in many ways it felt good
although I was afraid I might get hurt.  I was so little for a 12 year old
boy.  I was 4'10" and 80 pounds.  They had let my blond hair grow out so it
was long and wavy.  My hair combined with , delicate facial features and my
small feminine shape often had people confuse me for a girl.  So when a big
man with a large penis had sex with me I was afraid it might hurt me.  The
caregiver called me pretty while we "made love." I was afraid to be near
him even if it felt good.

   I was in the dayroom one day, reading a book by myself, When Mr. 
Andrews, the one who "made love" to me, stood in the entranceway with a
woman.  They were talking in low tones.  She was a big woman...I guess like
5'10" and 145 pounds.  She was what men would describe as voluptuous.  Her
tight, black, business skirt and tight scoop neck blouse with a blazer
overtop only accentuated her body.  All of her garments appeared to be hand
tailored.  She had a ruby ring on her left pinky and a strand of pearls
around her neck.  Her hair was a shimmery, silky, straight auburn with all
kinds of highlights and complex layering.  She had luminous blue eyes
highlighted by black eyelashes and powder blue eye shadow.  She appeared to
be about 35 I guessed as I peered at them over the top of my book.  Mr. 
Andrews pointed at me and they entered the room.

   "Chris?" "Yes sir?" "I want you to meet Miss Roberts." "Oh hello." "Hi
Chris," she said as she sat down next to me.  Adjusted her skirt and her
perfume wafted towards me; she smelled great.

   "Miss Roberts is going to talk to you for a bit Chris."

   "Ok." Was someone going to adopt me??  I got very excited but didn't
want to show it.  I couldn't blow this.  She put her hand under my chin and
inspected my face, "very pretty," she said.  "Tell me Chrissy, do you like
it here?"

   I was startled that she had called me pretty, I've heard worse, "I don't
like it here Miss." She brushed my hair back from my face and I the smell
of her was intoxicating.  "Do you like sports?" she asked.  "No, not
really. I'm not much of an athelete." I was afraid she wouldn't be
interested now seeing as I wasn't much of a boy, "but I like watching
sports sometimes."

   "What kind of sports do you like to watch?" "Gymnastics, tennis, and
sometimes swimming." "Girl's gymnastics?" "Yes, they are more artistic," I
felt like an idiot as soon as I said it.  "Very good, now chrissy I know
you've been waiting all of your life for a family that you can call your
own.  And for my part I've been looking for someone like you for a long
time too," she crossed her black stockinged legs and I couldn't help but
look at them.  "do you like nice clothes Chrissy?"

   I stared at her blankly.  She blushed and realized that of course I've
never had nice clothes.  "Do you like fine fabrics Chrissy, like this silk
skirt I'm wearing?" "It looks beautiful Miss." "Go ahead and touch it."
With that she reached out and grabbed by left hand and placed it on her
skirt.  "Touch this too..." and she directed my hands to her stockings. 
"Do you like the way they feel Chrissy?" I loved the way the felt.  I never
felt anything like it, "I do miss, very much." She smiled and brushed my
hair back from my face again, I felt so loved just then looking into her
blue eyes framed by her Auburn hair.  I looked down to her body and
realized she was truly beautiful.  She lifted my face again and said, "How
would you like to have a Mother Chrissy?"

   I smiled so wide I thought my face my crack.  "Really?  Do you really
mean it?"

   She laughed and stood up and held out her arms to me, "I really mean
it." I jumped up into her arms and she lifted me off the ground and swung
me around, then put me down and said, "Let's get you out of here!" "You
mean we can leave right now Miss?" "Call me mommy from now on Chrissy my
dear and yes, right now!" She held my hand and we walked to Mr.  Andrew's
office.  "You wait here Chrissy, I just have to make the final
arrangements."

   I couldn't believe it!  How could it happen so fast?  And how could I be
so lucky as to have such a beautiful and probably well off mommy?  I was
finally going to be out of hell.  I could hear bits of their conversation
from the other side of the door.  Paperwork?  Just get it rolling.  I'm not
leaving her here.  More money.  Fix it

   Driving home in her luxury car we talked and listened to classical
music. It was the first time I had heard someone named, "Mozart." I kept
looking at my new mommy while we talked.  She was so beautiful.  She was
easy going and confident.  She seemed very strong to me.  Like she wouldn't
take crap from anyone.  I also looked at her long lean legs and realized my
penis was getting erect.

   I wasn't at all surprised to see my new home was a secluded ranch house
on many well manicured acres.  The house wasn't huge but it had all of the
finer things inside of it.  Mom said, "I never needed much space because
it's almost always been just me.  Now come this way chrissy, this will be
your room." She took me into a very beautiful room with a canopy bed. 
Everything was decorated in pinks, reds, and pale yellows.  "Of course I've
only ever had my girlfriends here so I decorated it for them, I'm sure you
won't mind dear."

   As long as I had my own bed I didn't care.  Everything smelled clean.  I
was in heaven.

   "Now first things first, lets get you cleaned up and changed into some
clean clothes." I followed her to the bathroom.  She took off her jacket
and hung it on the wall and truned to start up a bath for me.  With her
jacket off...I couldn't believe how beautiful and well, sexy she was.  She
was obviously one of those women that work out everyday and only put the
finest things in and on their bodies.

   "Now undress chrissy dear and let's get you clean."

   I just stood there, "No need to be shy honey, I'm your mommy and this is
what mommies do.  I need to make sure you are healthy." I had no ideas what
mommies do, I had to get used to being in a family now, I thought.  I
removed the disgusting foster care clothing and dumped it in a pile.  Mommy
looked at it and said, "Now those are headed directly to the trash.  You go
ahead and get comfy in the tub dear."

   I was feeling clean and relaxed for the first time I could remember when
mommy came back in.  She was carrying a box with some things in it.  "Ok
dear now lets get you out of the bath and all dried up."

   I didn't hesitate this time feeling so reassured by her beautiful,
smiling face as she held up the towel.  She wrapped it around me and dried
my back, them she brought it up to dry off my hair, "We're going to have to
do something about this tangled mess Chrissy." Then she brought it down to
dry my legs and her face was right in front of my little penis when she did
this.  I could see down her blouse and was staring at the loveliest set of
breasts I had ever seen.  She looked up and noticed I was looking and she
giggled.  My penis grew hard very quick and mommy noticed.  "well, that
certainly appears to be working ok.  Now turn around and lets see the rest
of you."

   I turned around for her.  What was there to see?  My little tummy and
girl hips.  My fine featured little face.  How embarrassing.  When I
stopped turning and looked up to her, expecting to see her laughing, she
was instead smiling and said, "Beatiful chrissy.  Once we fix up your hair
and get you in to some nice clothes...oh and also we need to keep this hair
trim here," and reached out and grabbed my erect penis, pulled it down, and
pointed to the little wafts of pubic hair on top of it.  She held on to me
penis with her right hand and pointed at my arms and said, "lift them up
dear." I did.  "I don't see any hair there yet...  let's keep it nice and
clean."

   She continued to hold my penis and said, "here let's take care of that."
She pulled back and forth on my little dick about three times and I came in
her hand.  She jerked my penis a couple times to make sure it was all out
and went over to the sink and washed of her hand.  I couldn't believe it.
She wiped her hand on a towel and went over to the box and removed a brush
and scissors.  We spent the next hour with her brushing out and trimming my
hair.  When it was done she tied my hair into pigtails.  She also trimmed
the little bit of hair on top of my penis.

   "Now we need to give you your vitamins and supplementary pills everyday
to get you into shape." She reached into her box and pulled out a syringe
and vial.  After she had put the vitamins into my hiney she gave me two
pills to swallow, "these will make you healthy and relax you." I took them
with the glass of water she gave me.  "Let's get some clean clothes on
you."

   I followed her naked back to my new room.  She opened up a chest of
drawers, riffled through it's contents, and pulled out some clothes for me.
"now I've only had my friends her so these won't be clothes that you are
used to, but we'll make do for a couple of weeks until you're feeling
better and then we'll go shopping for you." And she held up a little halter
top with spaghetti straps and white cotton panties.  "Here, I'll help you
get them on, lift up your leg."

   I went to sleep that night wearing little girl clothes and I felt happy
and content.

   I awoke the next morning to my mommy pulling my covers down.  I stretch
and felt a warm tingling everywhere.  She was looking at my and giggled and
I sensed a flash and looked up and she had just taken a picture of me.  She
put down the camera, "you just looked so cute in your cum stained panties
dear."

   I looked down.  Oh my god, I had cum some time during the night.  I
started to get embarrassed.  "Don't worry honey, It's going to happen quite
a bit for the next couple of weeks and then you'll mellow out.  It's just
all of these exciting new sensations.  " She reached down and removed my
panties, she went over to the chest of drawers.  I realized she was in
black panties and a lacy black night shirt that was nearly transparent. 
She turned around and I could see the pert nipples on her c cup breasts
pointing through the material.  Mommy handed me a pair of white girl
panties with a little pink flower on the front.  "Now go wash up and put
these on."

   For the first week my body felt tingly all over and my chest ached. 
Mommy and I got along so well and she gave me my vitamins and pills every
day.  I was feeling very at ease and found my mind wandering often.  I just
felt happy without a care in the world.

   She usually worked from home.  Mommy ran some type of internet company.
She would stay in her office most of the dayand sometimes at night and she
gave me free rein to read her books, listen to her music, and watch her
movies.  Her books were mostly romance novels and that was fun.  I loved
listening to her classical music.  She also had some naughty movies of
people having sex together and I masturbated to one of a man having sex
with a small teen girl and my mommy took photos of me doing it.

   It was about the tenth day of living with mommy when I awoke to feel
that my chest was really tingly.  I took off the loose fitting night shirt
I was wearing and looked at myself in the mirror.  I brushed back my neatly
trimmed long blond hair and as I was doing that I noticed my little nipples
for the first time.  They were sticking out from my chest like half an
inch. I put down my brush and touched them with my hands.  Owww.  They were
so sensitive.  What was happening to me.  I took another look at myself in
the mirror.  My hips were pushing out my panties and my waist looked slim
and trim.  I looked at all of me.  I looked like...kinda like...

   "Aren't you pretty this morning?" said my mom and saw the flash of
another photo being taken.  Instinctively my hands went up to cover my
chest.  `What's wrong dear, why are you covering up?"

   "Oh nothing." "Let me see."

   I removed my hands.  Mom came closer, "Honey you have such nice nipples,
you shouldn't cover up in front of your mom!  Let me touch them." She had
them both in her hands instantly.  "Owwww!" I exclaimed.  Then, my penis
began to push out of my panties.

   "Oh honey....I'm sorry.  So sensitive!  I forgot how it can be!  We'll
need to get something for you to cover them so they don't get irritated by
your blouses.  I'll be right back."

   I went over to the mirror again.  I looked well...nice.  My hips, my
belly, even my legs and my face were turning me on.  I reached down and
lowered my panties down my hips and pulled out my erect penis.  I
masturbated as I looked at myself in the mirror and thought of the video of
the man having sex with the young girl.  I played with my nipples with one
hand and jerked with the other.  I immediately shot a load into the air.  I
was shaking.  When I turned around my mom was just putting down a video
camera.  She was smiling.

   She left again and came back with a towel and some new clothes.  "Clean
up that mess on the floor honey and off your pretty little penis." When I
finished she handed me a pink piece of fabric.  "This is your training bra.
Put it on to keep your blouses from itching your tender little nipples. 
After a while you'll be used to wearing them...here let me help."

   I stuck out my arms and she slid the one piece pink cotton bra down my
arms and then over my head.  The elastic around the edges kept it in place
over my chest.  My nipples felt nice and warm in the bra.  I looked at
myself in the mirror and really felt good about it.  The bra was so snug to
me and I felt secure and confident and you could see my nipples pushing
against the fabric.  "And these too honey..." She handed me the matching
pink panties that had a little v cut on the sides.  That was a little more
mature than my previous panties.  I pulled them up over my little penis.  I
looked at myself in the mirror again.

   I was nice to look at, I thought.

   "Oh thank you mommy!" I ran and hugged her and buried my face in her
breast and cried tears of joy at being so lucky to have a caring and loving
mommy.

   For the next week I seemed to be crying a lot.  I would just get so
emotional about everything.  My penis wasn't going crazy every chance it
got anymore, it mostly just stayed snugged in my panties.  But my nipples
were infuriating me.  Mom even put ice on them for awhile and I think that
was the only time I came in that week.  I was crying at sappy romance
novels, I cried for tv shows, I even cried when I realized I had just spent
an hour paging through one of mommy's fashion magazine and hadn't even
realized I was doing it and ended up missing "top model" on tv!

   "Honey, what's wrong?" My mom came in and sat down on the couch next to
me.  I was just sobbing a little and I looked at her and said, "I missed
`top model' because I got so wrapped up in your magazine and I didn't even
notice time going by and how stupid is that...and I ...oh I'm just so mad
at my breasts!" "What honey?" "I'm mad at these!" I unbuttoned my blouse
and showed my chest to mom.  The aeriolas had widened into a nice, light
brown, half dollar and the nipples were wider but not pushing out to far
unless something rubbed against them.  The whole tips of my breasts jutted
away from my body; the left nipple to the left of my body and the right to
the right.  The flesh underneath was swelling noticeably.

   "Honey your breasts are developing beautifully!  I love it when they
develop like yours.  Why aren't you wearing your trainer?" "Because my
nipples keep pushing at the elastic and the stupid bra won't keep my
breasts in place.  They keep jiggling and irritating me!"

   "Chrissy, I am so sorry.  I've been so wrapped up in work.  I have been
neglecting you.  We need to go shopping now girl."

   And then I started crying again.  "why are you crying now chrissy?"

   ""Because...because you called me a girl."

   She held my hand and gently said, "come with me sweety." She led me to
her bedroom; gently holding my hand.  When we got in front of her dresser
she said, "take off your clothes honey."

   An hour later I was wearing a garter belt and black stockings, French
cut bikini panties, a lightly padded bra and high heels.  Mom had simply
styled my hair and I didn't have any make-up on.  I looked at myself in the
full length mirror and admired my developing breasts.  I turned around and
looked at my ass.  My hips were wide and my checks nicely clung to the
bikini.  My legs were long and sexy.  My mom took pictures as I turned this
way and that.  I looked like a young Brooke Shields but with lighter blonde
hair and prettier features I think.

   "I'm a girl." Is all I said.

   "And a pretty one at that chrissy.  Wait til we finish shopping and
getting your hair and nails done.  You'll have men chasing you out of the
mall!"

   I smiled and put my hands on my hips and posed provocatively, "I'm a
girl.  A hot girl." I looked like a miniature top model.

   "That's the spirit honey.  You're my daughter.  I am your mommy.  Now
let's go shopping.

   We spent 5 hours visiting various shops.  My hair was now like mommies:
highlighted and multilayered.  They hairdressers called it a light Emo
look. I also received lots of attention with make up.  When I was done I
could believe how flawlessly beautiful I looked.  I looked like I was a
thirteen year old girl atleast!  We bought lots of clothes.  Mom and I
decided I should change into the some of the clothes we bought at hot
topic. It was probably some of the sluttiest clothes we brought, but mom
said young girls always experiment with that first.

   My top was a very tight v neck belly shirt in pink.  My skirt was a
ruffly pink mini that I had to be careful with when bending over. 
Underneath I wore a matching satin A cup half bra that pushed my breasts up
and panties.  I wore little black pumps with a slight heel and little girl
ruffly socks.  The whole image was unbelievable when I checked myself out
in the mirror.  I frowned.

   "What's wrong honey?" "Well I look great...very sexy...but I'm so small.
I'd never be a model." "Oh Chrissy you don't need to be tall and voluptuous
like mommy for men to want you.  Most men want small, petite girls.  Big
girls make them nervous....and you are about as small and petite as they
come.  You watch, now that we are ready for your outcoming...watch how the
man and boys will want you.  You'll see."

   And they did.  I watched out the corner of my eyes as grown men got
close to watch my ass as we walked.  I jiggled my ass for them and my mom
noticed and stifled a laugh.  Groups of teenage boys started following me
and my mom.  We heard whistling and catcalls.  At one point I felt a hand
touch my ass.  I saw mom turn to slap the teenager.  We hurried along.

   "Lesson to you Chrissy: don't let men take what you don't want to give
to them.  Give it to them freely if it pleases you, but you shouldn't do
that to often.  Make them chase you and give you gifts.  Let them walk away
with blue balls until you have them wrapped around your finger.  If you
want a quick fuck..make them pay for it.  Make them pay a lot of money. 
Take your pleasure and take the cash.  You'll thank me for this knowledge.

   I thought about it.  I know I had been going through a lot of changes
and most of them I didn't even question.  But when it came to sex, yes I
did want it with both males and females.  And, yes, I would like to make
money for it and live in the power that gave to me.  Then I realized...that
must be what Mom does.  "Mom, do you make money from sex?" We were outside
the mall and getting into the car.

   "Yes dear...I make quite a lot of money.  I do shows daily on the
internet.  I have ten thousand subscribers and they pay $1000 a year for
the privilege of watching me.  I make money on the side from offering my
suscibers the chance to become an adult model with me for $5000 a shoot."