From impala@erols.com Sun Apr 06 12:07:04 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!feed1.news.erols.com!news From: "Impala" <impala@erols.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: REPOST THE ADVENTURES OF DEBBIE Date: 6 Apr 1997 16:07:04 GMT Organization: Erol's Internet Services Lines: 1732 Message-ID: <01bc4292$4641b120$090960cf@impala.erols.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: lxp-as2s51.erols.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_01BC4270.BF301120" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Received-On: 6 Apr 1997 16:07:04 GMT X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1155 This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4270.BF301120 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4270.BF301120 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="adventures of debbie part 1.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Description: adventures of debbie part 1.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="adventures of debbie part 1.txt" My Cousin's Party The day started like any other, but it didn't end up like any other. I'll admit that it was a special day of sorts. It was my cousin Linda's birthday. It happened every year and the family was required to attend. This year, however, turned out a bit different. I ended up attending, but not as the boy I was. = I attended the party wearing a dress and heels. Let me try to explain what happened. I'm not sure I can, but perhaps writing this down will help me understand how and why it happened. It was only yesterday, and yes I am still wearing a dress today. I don't know when my mother is going to let me dress as a boy again. We are supposed to have a talk this afternoon. She is the one who wanted me to write this down and after she reads it we are going to have our discussion and decide my fate. I woke up and had breakfast. The day seemed normal to me. I had a little burst of energy and did my chores rather quickly. Since it was Linda's birthday, Mother decided she and I would go over to my Aunt Janet's house early to help decorate and prepare the food. They lived three towns away and Mother did not want to have to come back for me later. I did not protest when she told me I had to go with her, even though I knew I would be bored just hanging around. Linda is an only child of fifteen. As girls go she is considered to be pretty. She is a cousin. You don't look at cousins the way you do other girls so I am not the one to judge her beauty. I, at least, learned that lesson. I say it that way because I think when I picked on Linda about what she was going through to have people think of her as pretty is where I made my mistake yesterday. I couldn't help myself. I told you I was bored. It was a girl's house and there was nothing for me to do. I couldn't even watch television as they were all watching those silly soap operas of theirs on the only television in the house. I do wish my dad or Uncle were still alive then maybe they would have played catch with me. They both died in a plane crash seven years ago. I miss them very much. I started to give them all a hard time about having nothing to do. They finished the decorating and then Linda decided to have my mother put her hair up in curlers and help her with her makeup. I was being completely ignored by everyone. They were watching one of those silly soap operas while they went to work on becoming pretty. I found out that she had a boy coming over to her party that she wanted to impress. That is all I needed to go on the attack and eliminate my boredom. I berated her mercilessly. Mother became angry with me and threatened to make me go through all that Linda was going through and have me attend the party as a girl. I was used to her threats and backed off for a few minutes, but then returned with a renewed vigor in my onslaught. I continued until Mother again issued a warning. I returned a third time and found myself in Mother's clutches. I did not realize how strong she was. She had never actually punished me before. I wasn't sure what she was going to do to me. I didn't think she would really make a girl of me. I was wrong. She finished putting the last curler in Linda's hair and then marched me off to the kitchen to consult my Aunt Janet about my punishment. = Linda begged her to dress me as a girl and make me go to her party that way. = Aunt Janet said the punishment should fit the crime and she added that Mother had made a threat and stated what the punishment for disobedience was going to be. "I think you should stick to your guns, Marion. Turn him into a girl and let him see what it is like for a few days. Maybe he will be less likely to act up again." Mother listened to them and I soon found myself in their bathroom soaking in a perfumed bath. My hair was shampooed and rinsed. It is fairly long. It comes down to my shoulder blades. Mother always said it made me look like a girl, but since it is the current style she has not made me get it cut. = After the bath they dressed me in some of Linda's underwear. I was made to wear her nylon panties and a training bra stuffed with tissue, as well as some pantyhose and a slip. The dress was a pink knit with a very short skirt and tight cling to it. = I was given a pair of pink pumps to wear with three inch heels. = Once they had me dressed, they led me to the den to put my hair in curlers. I had to watch a soap opera with them as Mother put in the curlers and then began to add a full array of makeup. = They began making comments about how pretty I looked as a girl and how demure I was behaving. They talked about keeping me as a girl for a while. I started to cry and told them they couldn't do this to me. Mother said that she and I would discuss it the next day and that I would stay a girl as long as she decided to keep me as one. "I may even let you spend the night here with your Aunt so you would have no choice but to dress as a girl, since there is no male clothing in their house." They talked so much about how pretty I was that I am convinced they were not expecting the results from my transformation that they came up with. I asked, but they refused to let me see a mirror until they were satisfied that the transformation was complete. I was made to sit under a hair dryer for almost an hour. The curlers were then removed, and my hair combed out into a very feminine style. They had me stand up and model for them. They all agreed that all that was needed to complete my transformation was some jewelry. They brought out a gold chain necklace, matching bracelet, and were disappointed that the only earrings in the house were for pierced ears. "Well, I guess we will have to add something memorable to my son's punishment. Janet go get an ice cube and your largest sewing needle. We are going to pierce his ears. = Linda, since it is your birthday, I think it fitting that you get to give my new daughter a more proper name for her to use. = I don't think David Allen fits such a feminine girl as she has turned out to be. Don't worry about the piercing the pain goes away quickly, if you feel any at all, but you will have to care for them daily until they heal in a week or two." Linda decided to give me the name Deborah Ann which my Aunt and Mother gave quick approval to. They all began to call me Debbie and noone referred to my male name again that day. Even today I have yet to hear it. It was decided to allow me to see my new self in the mirror. I was in shock. The reflection showed no sign of a male in the room. Where was I? It just did not seem right to me that there would be no trace of a male no matter how good the disguise. But I searched in that mirror for some tell-tale sign. There was none. I became terrified. How were others going to view me at the party? There were going to be other boys at the party and I was worried that they would make advances toward me as a girl and that I would have to dance with them or worse kiss them? How long was Mother going to keep me as a girl? She had gone far enough to pierce my ears which is a permanent action and effeminization to my body. How far did she intend to go? What limits would she place on this masquerade I had been given? All these questions were flooding thoughts. I knew that I would only find answers after the fact happened. I tried to talk my way out of the mess I was in, but noone was willing to listen. They simply teased me all the more. They took delight in telling me what it was going to be like as a girl. Linda jumped right on the fact that I feared facing other boys even though I did not make any of my thoughts public knowledge. She hit my fears right on the head as she laughingly told me about dancing and playing spin the bottle. = "You are going to be one of the girls, and if the bottle points to you the boy that spun it is going to get to kiss you. Have you ever been kissed before, Debbie? I enjoy kissing the boys and I'm sure you are going to love it as much as I do. I think you will also enjoy slow dancing in the arms of a boy. None of my friends are going steady so you won't be hurting anyone if you pair off with any of the boys that are coming to my party. = Perhaps you will meet the love of your life and accept a date from him. I would like to see you out on a date with a boy. = Could you handle it? It would be fun to see you at a movie with his arm wrapped around you and your head resting on his shoulder? Do you want to have me arrange a double date for us tomorrow night?" My mother added that if I wanted to I could go on the date. = I just cried a little harder. They all said that the tears only showed how feminine I had become. I argued how easily I would be read since I had no idea how to be a girl or act like one. = Aunt Janet said it would be her pleasure to teach me the finer points of being a girl, but that I had to follow everything she told me and that I had to be willing to flirt with the boys as payment for her lessons as well as go on the date that Linda had suggested. The only difference was that I had to get one of the boys to ask me out rather than have Linda arrange the date. I had no choice but to say yes and hope that it would not be too awful an experience. She said my first lesson would be how to walk in heels. The next lesson was how to sit in a short skirt and cross and uncross my legs without showing everyone my underwear. She also added that I should know how to flash a potential date in a flirting way. I really couldn't believe they wanted me to learn how to flirt with boys. My lessons continued with voice and expressions followed by mannerisms and deportment. I even had to learn how to brush back hair from my eyes in a feminine way as well as how to bat my eyes. As they continued with the lessons my mother noticed that my eyebrows should be thinner as a girl and she brought out the tweezers to thin them with. When she was done I had only a thin high arch of an eyebrow. At this point I felt totally ashamed. I begged them to stop their treatment of me and apologized for my actions, but it was no use as they informed me that my fate had already been sealed. I was going to have to do the best at being a girl that I could. The party was to take place at 7:00 p.m. and we were supposed to go to dinner at a restaurant of Linda's choice. I was terrified of going out in public. I tried to make excuses as to why I should not go with them. They had an answer for each objection I could make. "But what if I have to go to the bathroom while we are out?" "That is an easy one, Debbie. You are a girl so you'll just use a ladies' room like anyone else. I am glad you brought that up though because it is very important that you remember you are a girl when you go in there. Girls sit down for every function. You will have to remember that and the ladies' room allows a girl to fix her hair and makeup so that she always looks her best in public. I expect you to behave yourself like a proper young lady and remember what your Aunt has taught you this afternoon. Now take your purse and come along or I'll force you to use the ladies' room when we are out. Maybe I should anyway. I think it might be a good experience for you at that. I don't want any more excuses, Deborah Ann." Linda chose the most popular Chinese restaurant in town, and it was a very crowded Saturday night. Several of her friends were there and came over to her to say hello and happy birthday. She introduced me to them as a cousin. I was surprised they did not question her about only having a male cousin, but noone seemed to think any more about it. They accepted me as Debbie and said they would see us at the party. I was terrified, but Linda assured me that they didn't know anything about her family and they had never met me as a boy. She said the only one of her friends that had was Karen and she would have to see how Karen reacted around me before she would reveal my secret to her. Mother and Aunt Janet agreed with her that Karen may need to be told in order to protect my secret from just being blurted out. I had to agree with them because I certainly did not want any more attention than absolutely necessary, especially since I was supposed to be getting a boy to ask me out on a date as part of my punishment. Dinner was enjoyable and quiet following the girls' visit to the table. Mother stuck to her threat by making me go into the ladies' room at the restaurant. I was on tiptoe as I walked in hoping that noone else was there. I saw one pair of legs in one of the stalls but no other signs of anyone else. = I opened the door to a stall and did as I had been instructed. = I did have to pee badly. I lifted my skirt and lowered my panties and pantyhose. I made sure to sit on the toilet even though it felt a bit awkward to me. I knew if I didn't it would give me away and then I could be in some serious trouble. I took care of my business and then drew my panties up and straightened out my skirt then exited the stall. The room was now filled with women waiting for a stall to use. I did not = want to draw any attention to me but knew better than to just run out of there without checking my appearance in the mirror and fixing my hair. I also tried touching up my lipstick before exiting. Noone said anything and as I looked in the mirror and saw that I still had that pretty appearance that Mother had given me. I felt quite confident that I had pulled off the masquerade without incident and felt a bit of pride in my appearance. To add to my feeling of accomplishment Mother told me that I had done a pretty good job reapplying my lipstick. I ate my fortune cookie and then we were on our way back to Aunt Janet's house to get ready for the party. Linda's friend Karen arrived early which made it easier for us to test her out. When I was introduced as Linda's cousin, she immediately picked up on the fact that she thought Linda had only a male cousin and began to ask questions. She almost seemed to accept the explanation that I was another cousin that hadn't been mentioned until she saw my mother and then remembered meeting her with me as a boy. The questions began again. It was obvious that she needed to be told the truth and asked to keep silent about it. = Mother told her to sit down and then told me to tell her what was really going on and what I was supposed to do that night as part of my punishment. I told her the story from the beginning and included the fact that I had to appear as a girl for the night and get a boy to ask me for a date to double with Linda the next night. She laughed at my predicament. She asked if she could get a little fun in for herself to secure her silence. She wanted me to pay for all the times her brother berated her and laughed at her. She wanted me to have to kiss the boy after accepting his offer to take me on a date and she wanted to make it a triple date with her and a boy, Linda and a boy, and me and a boy. She added that Linda should invite me and her to remain for a slumber party after the birthday party. Linda thought it was a good idea and that my hair should be put up in curlers again so that I could experience how uncomfortable they are to sleep in. Mother agreed but suggested that more girls should be invited to stay over. we looked at the clock and fortunately realized that there was no time to call any other girls to let them know. I was glad that I was off the hook in one way, but knew that Linda and Karen would have some ways of making me uncomfortable. The guests began to arrive. I was introduced to Vanessa, Jane, Carol, Jennifer, Stephanie, Natalie, Kathy, Charlie, Steve, Michael, John, Dan, Tom, Bobby, Larry, and David. None of them seemed to be able to tell I was really a boy. They accepted me as a girl and the boys did begin flirting with me trying to find out more about the new girl on the block. All was going fine until Karen decided to get the party going by putting on some music and telling the boys to find a partner and dance. She started with a slow song and I had already been told that if I refused any dance offers that I would be exposed and humiliated in front of everyone. Michael came over and asked me for the dance. I felt very awkward as he put his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck and we began swaying to the music. We walked around in a circle as the music played. I felt a little more comfortable by the time the song ended, but scared that I was going to have to do more dancing and hug more boys. Charlie wanted the next dance, but fortunately it was a faster song and we did not have to hug at all. I could see that Linda was getting the boy she was interested in to focus all his attention on her. They were both quite happy about it. She even got him to ask her out on a date by the second dance. I think she was hoping that he was going to be her birthday present and ask her to go steady. The night was just beginning. I still had to get one of the boys to ask me out on a date and agree to go with Linda, Karen and their dates the next night. I danced with John and Larry and again with Michael, before Karen got us to play spin the bottle. The girls, which included me, sat in a circle on the floor. The bottle was placed in the center of us and each boy took a turn spinning it. You know the rules, whoever the bottle pointed to had to kiss the boy. There were nine boys and each boy got to spin the bottle twice. The results had Karen kissing four times, Stephanie twice, Kathy three times, Vanessa once, Carol twice, Jane once, and I got kissed the most with five times and Linda got the last kiss. = The first time the bottle pointed to me I was terrified and I'm sure everyone could tell. I even let out a little gasp. It was Michael that had spun the bottle. He had me stand up and then he put a hand on each side of my head and drew it toward him as his lips puckered to meet mine. It surprised me, but I did not find it as distasteful as I expected it would be. Each kiss became more and more enjoyable as I relaxed and accepted myself as a girl. I am sure that this acceptance of my fate is what made the rest of the night so pleasant. As far as I was concerned there was nothing that would be more involved than that game and when it was over my identity was still known only to Linda and Karen. I was asked out by both Michael and Charlie. I accepted the date with Michael. = Linda did get Dan to go steady with her. Karen was asked out by Larry. Our triple date was all set, and I was now faced with more time as a girl, but at this point I really didn't mind. I didn't take time to think about it. The reality would hit me after the party, when Linda reminded me that I would have to kiss and hug him privately. There would be no room full of laughter and no escape. Karen added that I would also have to do for Michael whatever she and Linda did for the guys they would be with and she said she liked giving head and playing with a guy's penis. I couldn't believe she was saying that. I looked to Linda for some type of reassurance that I would not have to go that far. I was not sure if Karen was pulling my leg or not. Linda looked me right in the eye and said that Karen had a good idea and that it would be fun to see me on my knees sucking a boy's cock. I had to agree to go along with whatever they decided or face the consequences of being exposed in public and Linda threatened to tell some of my friends that she knew on her next visit and to bring pictures of me as a girl. I was completely in their power if I wanted as little trouble as possible. I didn't know what they were serious about and what they were just getting me going with. I would just have to wait to find out and hope that they would not make me suck on Michael's cock. I wore one of Linda's baby doll nighties to bed and had to sleep with my hair in curlers once again. Curlers are uncomfortable to wear in the daytime , but at night they become a torture device. I tossed and turned all night from the discomfort of the curlers and the racing thoughts in my mind. = I thought about all the different circumstances I could find myself in on the date with Michael. Most of all I wondered what it would be like to suck a cock, and how embarrassing it would be to have everyone know I was really a boy. These thoughts are still running through my mind now. I also have been wondering how far mother was going to make me go with this punishment and what she is going to have to say this afternoon. I'll write more when I find out. I just hope I survive. Sincerely, Deborah Ann Jackson ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4270.BF301120 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="Adventures of Debbie part 2.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Description: Adventures of Debbie part 2.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="Adventures of Debbie part 2.txt" Subject: Adventures of Debbie part 2 Date: Wed, 05 Mar 1997 14:03:41 -0500 THE DATE This morning I was awaken by Linda and Karen. They helped me dress in a pair of suntan pantyhose followed by a pair of pink satin panties and a lacy pink bra. I was pulling up the panties when Aunt Janet entered the room carrying a package. "I went out yesterday during the party with your mother, Debbie. We thought you might like using these instead of tissues to fill your bra cup. I also have this special adhesive which will attach them to your body and make them even more real looking. = They claim that you should be able to go naked and not have anyone know the difference without touching them. The adhesive is also water proof and cannot be removed without a special chemical designed to remove it. Your mother has the remover and she will use it when she decides to let you go back to being a boy. It won't do any harm to your body, and this way you won't need a training bra any longer, you will have blossomed into a size 36C. That is the same size as Linda and your mother. I'm a little bit larger, but not by much. You are a fourteen year old girl and all the girls in our family have blossomed by that age. Your mother and I did not want you to feel out of place in the family. We thought of making you much larger than the rest of us, but we decided that would be going a bit too far. Enjoy your new breasts and after you've finished dressing we'll have some breakfast and then you can help Linda with her chores, after all you are a girl and must learn to help out with the "women's work" around the house." The girls finished helping me dressed, and kept teasing me about the breast forms that had been attached to my body. They did not need to remind me of them, as I was very much aware of their weight and movement. It was going to take some getting used to before I would ever feel relaxed about them. Following the bra and panties, they added a white slip, a short black dress, and a pair of black pumps with three inch heels. Linda got a frilly white apron from her drawers and said since I would be doing the work of a maid that I should look like one. Karen almost lost it completely as she burst into laughter at Linda's remark. They took out the curlers and combed out my hair. They added jewelry and makeup and then led me downstairs to breakfast. My Aunt laughed hysterically when she saw the way they had dressed me. "So today we have a maid to do our work for us. I think that is a good idea Linda. We'll show her what being a woman is all about. As a boy, she never had to do any housework and I remember a few times when she made fun of you for having to clean the house because you were a girl. We'll make up for some of those times today by letting her do all the housework under our supervision. It will be our turn to have some fun while she works. We'll take some more pictures of her as she serves as our maid. Debbie, you can start by washing the breakfast dishes, and by the way, I would like you to curtsey for us each time you are given a chore to do as a good maid should. Your answer to us should be proper for a maid as well, therefore as you curtsey, you will say, "Very good, miss. Will there be anything else at this time?" I did as I was told and stood up from my seat and curtseyed for them as I began to take away the dishes to the kitchen. I could hear them laughing from the kitchen. I turned on the water and began my task. My day was quite a busy one as I was assigned the entire list of household duties. I dusted the furniture, vacuumed the rugs, washed the floors, did the laundry, and even prepared lunch for them and my mother who had arrived to see what they had done with me and to have our planned talk about my punishment. She laughed when she saw me as the maid and saw the breast forms bouncing up and down as I moved about the house. She said she might like to keep me as a girl even longer than she planned as she had not thought of me doing all the housework for her, but now that she saw that it would be a nice side effect to my punishment and a relief to all her work she might not want to let me go back to being a boy at all. I begged her to reconsider. She just laughed and said she would think about it and that we would talk after I finished with the lunch dishes. She said that I had acted quite rudely and that she should have punished me in the past for all the other times that I had been so inconsiderate to Linda and other women. She had written it off to the fact that I was a boy. "Boys will be boys, is what everyone used to tell me. I have given it some thought and concluded that there is no excuse for bad manners even for boys. I think you need to be taught that lesson. Since I am convinced that girls are much better behaved than boys and since your crime was directed against a female, I feel that keeping you as a girl is the proper punishment. I am glad that your Aunt and cousin had the good sense to make you do the housework. I hadn't thought of it, but it is the proper extension of your punishment. I am going to keep you as a girl for one week. We will review the results of that week next Sunday afternoon. If = there is no significant change in your attitude, or you act up in any way your time as a girl may be increased, but it will not be decreased for extra good behavior or any other reason. After seeing how well My sister and Linda are doing with you, I may let them have you for the week and let them work out your sentence of training you to be a proper and polite young lady. = What do you say Janet? Would you like to have Debbie for a week as a guest and maid?" "I think that might be a good solution for all of us, Marion. If she is here she cannot go back to wearing boys clothes until you are ready for her to. She would have someone to teach her how to be a girl and have girls her own age to hang around with. Perhaps she will even find a boy that wants to go steady with her. She had two ask her out last night, and she is going out with Michael tonight. Who knows, she may like being a girl. = She will certainly learn her manners for the future or find herself as the maid for the entire week. Can I have your approval to treat her as I see fit?" "Yes, of course. Do you have something specific in mind?" "I was thinking how much of a bother it is to curl her hair as often as twice a day, depending on her schedule. I was thinking we could take her to the beauty salon and let Helen give her a perm. It will come out in a month or so and she has two more months before school starts again, therefore it will also serve to remind her what we can do to her if she acts up again in the future. You've already pierced her ears and she will have to wear earrings for at least a month anyway so why not a girl's hairdo to go with it? We could also have her hair dyed blonde if you like." "I like the idea of her going to the beauty salon and the perm being a reminder like the earrings, but I think we will keep her as a brunette for now unless she acts up in a way that requires further punishment. One thing I would like to see you do is have her sunbathe a little each day in a bikini. Bikini tan lines will also be a good added reminder for the future. = Remember last year, that boy whose sister made him wear her bikini out by their pool and then let him fall asleep. She even let him get a sunburn on one side and managed to roll him over so that he burned his back as well, leaving very distinct white lines where the bikini had covered him. I remember how you laughed and teased him, and I want you to experience what he went through, but I don't want you to burn in the sun. I want you to tan as dark as you normally do. It will take a long time for you to get rid of those bikini lines and I'll make sure that the neighbor boy has a chance to laugh at you this year. I guess everything is settled you will be Aunt Janet's house guest for the week and you are to do everything she tells you without question. I'll be by to check on you periodically. She is all yours Janet, have fun with her." Aunt Janet immediately went to the phone and called her hairdresser to arrange an appointment for me. She told her all about me and what she wanted done to me. As soon as she hung up the phone she told me to remove my apron and get my purse to go with her to the beauty salon. We drove back to my home town to her friend Helen's beauty parlor. I was escorted in and taken right to Helen. She was a friend of mother's as well and had been to the house on several occasions. She knew me quite well as a boy. She had often told me and my mother that she would be glad to give me a haircut or a perm since I preferred looking like a girl with my long hair. She was glad to see me in the predicament I was in. "I'm finally getting to do to you what I've wanted to do for quite some time. I know just how to cut and style it to make you look like a beautiful young woman no matter how you comb it. It will basically take care of itself, Debbie. I knew if they had ever dressed you as a girl, you would look pretty, but I never expected these results. You are prettier than most real girls. By the way, how do you like having tits?" I knew I was in for a long afternoon with her. She shampooed my hair, and put me in her chair to cut a little of my hair then she rolled it tightly in curlers. She poured some foul smelling goop over my hair and placed me under the hair dryer. I sat there being force fed women's magazines to read for about an hour. I returned to her salon chair where she removed the curlers and styled my hair. She showed me several different ways of styling my hair and also showed me that there was no way to make it look masculine. She then restyled it in her favorite way and did my makeup for me. "Your date will love the new you. Your positively gorgeous. Debbie, I'm going to talk to your mother about keeping you as a girl, just because you look so pretty as one. I'm not sure you were really a boy in the first place because you make too good a girl. I also think your Aunt is right. You would be stunning as a blonde. I'll talk to your mother about that as well." I hoped mother would not take her advice, but considering how I was dressed and what I was going through, I no longer could predict what advice she would listen to and what she wouldn't. = I had to hope that the punishment was now set and that any suggestions would be for the future should I make the big mistake of opening my big fat mouth again. I was terrified of those consequences and I will be working very hard to avoid them in the future. Aunt Janet took me to visit mother so she could see the results of Helen's work. Mother agreed that the new hairdo really made me look even more beautiful and feminine. = She laughed when she was told how Helen showed me several ways to style my hair and also showed me that it could not be combed out in any masculine look. She also told her that Helen would be coming to see her and talk to her about making me a blonde and keeping me as a girl permanently. She then asked me how I felt as a girl, and what I thought about my new hairdo. I apologized again for my mistakes and begged her to let me be a boy again. "I don't want to be a girl any more. I am a boy. = Can't you find a different way to punish me? I'll do anything you want me to. Please don't keep me as a girl and don't let them make me a blonde. Mother, do I have to go on that date with Michael tonight? I feel so sick having to go out with another boy. I am sure he is going to expect me to kiss him again and maybe do even more. Do I have to go?" "Yes, you do. You made the date and you are not going to be the type of girl who stands her dates up. It will be a good experience for you. You'll get to see how it feels to be treated as a girl, and maybe in the future if you go on a date with a girl, you'll have a better insight into how you should treat her. Think about it. We have already discussed your punishment and as long as you do nothing to cause me to make changes in it there will be none made. I'm not going to make you a blonde unless you want to be one or you do something stupid which calls for me to add to your punishment. If you do that then watch out because there will be more than the color of your hair at stake. How would you like to find yourself in a Girl Scout uniform selling cookies to our neighbors? Maybe you'd like to have to get a job as a waitress or a receptionist? How about it if I have you go to an all girls school next year? There are all kinds of things I can do to you if you get out of line again, so be careful. Don't upset me or your Aunt Janet. = We'll look at all the options next Sunday and go from there. = Have fun on your date, Debbie. Janet, don't forget you promised me you would show him ways to protect against unwanted advances, but let him know that he has to accept some advances as part of the dating game. He just has to know where the limits are." We said our good-byes and headed back to Aunt Janet's house so the girls could see my new hairdo and we could get dressed for the date. Karen and Linda went wild when they saw me and said they were jealous that I looked prettier than them. Inside I realized that those were genuine compliments and they made me feel good, but I could not acknowledge it outwardly. My confidence was growing and I was feeling pretty good in the female role, but I was still struggling inside over the truth and the confusion of the sensations and feelings I was now dealing with. I still felt awkward about this date, and even though Aunt Janet was following Mother's instruction to teach me how to conduct myself with a boy on a date, I remembered what Karen and Linda had threatened me with. What would I do if they put me in that situation? If I gave him a blow job, what would my mother say if she ever found out? If I didn't give him one, what would the girls say and do to me or Mother? I was going to have to go along and decide as the night went on, just how far I was willing to go. I changed from the black dress into a low cut red one. They added red high heeled shoes and gave me a red shoulder strapped purse as well as the appropriate jewelry and makeup to make me look like a real sexy woman. I was agog when I looked in the mirror. I almost felt like I was going to faint to think that I could make that beautiful a picture as a girl. = I knew I was in trouble and that it was going to be hard to keep the boys from drooling all over me or touching me. I wanted to touch me. The last touch they added was to spray a bit of perfume on me. Once I was dressed then Karen and Linda got dressed. They also looked beautiful. They said they did not want to be outdone by me so they had to look their best. The boys were right on time and their jaws dropped open as the three of us walked into the room. They thought they had died and gone to heaven. You could see their eyes light up and as they walked us out the door and put their arms around us, you could see the pride they were showing as if to say look at me I'm out with the prettiest girl in town. I felt kind of funny but the way Michael held me in his arm as we walked also made me feel warm and protected. What was happening to me? Did I enjoy being a girl? It seemed that way at some points. Was I actually having feelings for Michael? I was so confused. I think the strangest thing of all was the way the clothes felt against my hairless body. The silks and satins were driving me wild with desires I didn't understand. I still thought it was more a nightmare than a dream, and I still felt totally humiliated, but I was objecting less and less. We walked through the park to get to the restaurant they had decided on for dinner. At the table we talked a lot. It was mostly light flirting and polite chitchat. Following dinner the boys escorted us to the theater to see The Poseidon Adventure. Michael bought us some popcorn and sodas. During the movie he put his arm around my shoulder and I found myself resting my head on his shoulder. I didn't think about it at all. It just sort of happened on its own. I kept checking on Karen and Linda to see what they were doing but I kind of also ignored them and just follow what seemed to be a natural course of events. Since they didn't say anything, I figured everything was going okay. = The movie ended and we all stopped into the bathrooms before we left. I still felt very awkward going into the girls' room. I remembered to sit as I went pee and Linda helped me redo my makeup, before we rejoined the boys. Her and Karen also reminded me that the night was not over yet, and that they may still require me to give Michael a blow job. My confidence was once again shattered as we rejoined the boys. They escorted us back through the park. In the park, we found a fairly secluded spot with a park bench to sit on down by the lake. I trembled as Michael placed his arms around me and drew me closer to him. = His lips pressed against mine and then he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I was terrified. I had never been kissed like that before nor had I felt the type of shivers it sent throughout my body. I liked it, but I was afraid of it at the same time. He kissed me again and though I relaxed a little more, I was still unsettled by it. I looked quickly to see what Karen and Linda were doing to try to get a bit of confidence back. They were kissing the boys they were with and it appeared that it was the same type of kiss that I was getting from Michael. What a relief. we continued to hug and kiss for almost an hour. By this time, I was relaxed and enjoying the attention and the soft caresses of Michael's hands on my body. = It was Karen that broke the sweet silence of our embrace as she announced that it was time for us to head home. she reminded the boys that we all had curfews and that the time was near. We kissed one last times and then with our arms wrapped tightly around each other's waist we walked home. Michael said good-bye at the door with one last kiss and asked me for another date on the following Friday night. Karen and Linda both looked at me in such a way that let me know in no uncertain terms that I could not refuse him. I accepted the date and then Linda spoke up, "My mother is taking us to the beach tomorrow. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you came along. What do you say Michael, would you like to join Dan, Debbie and I at the beach? = Mother also said we might go to the amusement park. Karen, you and Larry can go too, if you want?" They all agreed and Linda went inside to ask Aunt Janet if it was okay for the others to join us. She agreed to take everyone. Now I not only had a date for Friday, but I was going to have to be with Michael at the beach and the amusement park the next day. As we stepped inside the door, Linda reminded me of what I was going to be wearing to the beach. "Michael is going to love to see you in that hot pink bikini tomorrow." Aunt Janet gave Karen a ride home as Linda helped me take off my makeup and dress in a nightgown for bed. We sat on her bed and talked for a bit before saying goodnight. "I know we have been teasing you pretty badly, but you deserve it after all the times you've done it to us. Admit it. You've teased me a lot over the years. This is payback time. I think you should know though that we are not going to make you suck Michael's cock, but I am going to see that you have to be with him on dates when I can. I can tell that you like being a girl in some ways. = Let's be girlfriends and just talk about it. What do you like about being a girl?" I couldn't believe we were talking so openly. Our conversation lasted for a few hours and I began to open up to her and admit my confusion and told her what I liked and what I didn't like, and asked her to tell me things I wondered about. = It felt absolutely wonderful to have a friend to share with and it relieved some of the confusion and allowed me to relax in my new role a little. The humiliation of my situation was not over by any means but it would not be quite as severe as it had been. I think along with talking to Linda so easily and letting out my secrets was the fact that Aunt Janet knew we were talking and did not interfere or press for details herself, made me fell relaxed and comfortable as Debbie. I was one of the girls and I was beginning to like it. I wanted to explore it even more. = This week of punishment would give me the opportunity to do so. = I dreamt that night of some of the different things I might experience as Debbie. I remembered how it felt to be held in Michael's arms and the way he kissed me. I had a good night's sleep. I looked forward to wearing a bikini, and being with Michael. Sincerely, Deborah Ann Jackson =1A ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4270.BF301120 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="adventures of debbie part 3.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Description: adventures of debbie part 3.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="adventures of debbie part 3.txt" Path: = boursy.news.erols.com!feed1.news.erols.com!newsfeeds.sol.net!europa.clark= .net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnpla= net.com!howland.erols.net!ais.net!ameritech.net!uunet!in2.uu.net!192.207.= 105.50!prodigy.com!usenet From: PRose1222 <PRose1222@prodigy.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: adventures of debbie part 3 Date: Thu, 06 Mar 1997 09:27:51 -0500 Organization: Prodigy Internet Lines: 316 Message-ID: <331ED467.7EE2@prodigy.net> Reply-To: PRose1222@prodigy.net NNTP-Posting-Host: 204.237.211.6 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=3Diso-8859-1; name=3D"Debbie3" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (Win95; I) Content-Disposition: inline; filename=3D"Debbie3" Xref: boursy.news.erols.com alt.sex.stories.tg:15038 THE BEACH The next morning I was awaken and dressed in the hot pink bikini that Aunt Janet had bought for me. I felt very awkward in it. I still was not use to having breasts and certainly not happy to have them hanging out on display in this bikini. They, however did not pose the biggest problem. The panties were very tight and skimpy. My cock was barely covered by them and its bulge was clearly visible. Aunt Janet thought for a few minutes and then ordered me to remove the panties. She then grabbed hold of my cock and pulled it back between my legs securing it with adhesive tape. She fixed it in such a way that it forced my balls up into a body cavity and had the loose skin of the scrotum appear to be labia folds. She also said that the head was still exposed so that I could urinate without having to remove the tape or my cock, but I would have no choice but to sit in a proper lady like fashion. And I thought I couldn't feel any more embarrassed than I already had! I could feel my trapped penis as I sat at the breakfast table to eat my cereal. =3D Linda asked how I liked being a girl so far and said she liked the way I looked in a bikini and how much she thought I was going to turn Michael on. I turned red with embarrassment again. I admitted that there were some parts of the punishment that I enjoyed. The part that I had finally figured out that I liked the most was the attention I was receiving. I had never been the center of attention as a boy. I think that is why I liked being out on a date with Michael no matter how awkward I felt as a girl. I admitted that I liked wearing the clothes and feeling their softness against my skin. I couldn't believe I was being this open with them. I told them everything. I was beginning to feel relaxed in my new role and was confiding in my family. I think I shocked them a bit by being so open with them. I admitted that I would rather go back to being a boy and not having to go on these dates with Michael, but I wished I could still get the attention I'm getting as a girl. I also admitted that it would be fun to be a girl in the future and wear the clothes some more. I also told my aunt how uncomfortable I felt sitting on top of my penis the way she had it trapped. The conversation continued as I was made to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. Aunt Janet said she preferred me as a girl. =3D "You are much better behaved as a girl. You follow instructions better. You are definitely prettier as a girl. You are a lot more fun to be around as a girl. And from this conversation you have become much more open and honest about your feelings as a girl." Once the dishes were done, Aunt Janet told Linda and I to grab our beach towels and our purses and go out to the car. It was time to pick up Karen, Dan, Larry, and Michael. They were all ready and waiting for us. I couldn't believe the bulge I saw in Michael's trunks as he came toward the car. I was embarrassed, because I noticed it and because I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I then thought about my own panties and silently thanked Aunt Janet for her tuck job despite its discomfort so noone could see mine the way I could see his. The trip to the beach took about an hour. Michael had put his arm around my shoulder for the whole distance and I had found myself unintentionally laying my head down on him and snuggling up to him, just the way Linda was doing with Dan. I did not do it deliberately. It just sort of happened naturally. I didn't even realize it until Linda mentioned it in the girls' room at the beach area. Once more she had me turning red. Karen asked if I enjoyed it when he kissed me getting into the car. I had to admit that I did, but told her that it was no big deal. Was that a lie! It meant a great deal to me and my self image as a girl. Not to mention the way I felt about being at the center of attention. I was too afraid to tell her about that though. We laid out our towels and soaked in a few rays of sunlight. =3D I laid on my back and Michael laid on his beside me holding my hand. Linda took a couple of pictures of us. I didn't realize how long we laid there because I had fallen asleep after turning onto my stomach. Did I get a sunburn or what! Aunt Janet put some cream on it , but I knew I was in for some difficulty the next few days. I actually found myself being thankful for having to wear girl's clothes as they were softer, cooler and lighter. The problem was that we didn't bring any with us and I had to remain exposed as we drove home. Aunt Janet told each of us to get a change of clothes and that she would take us to the amusement park to spend the rest of the day. She dropped us off and gave Linda and I some spending money. She told us what time she was going to pick us up. The six of us entered the park and we must have ridden each ride at least four times. We stuffed ourselves at the snack bars. We had fun. Linda kept her camera ready and captured all kind of different scenes on film. =3D She had pictures of Michael and I kissing, riding the roller coaster, and driving some antique car replicas. The park has a parade at different times during the day and they take people off the street to be in it. They chose the six of us to ride on a float dressed as pilgrims. They took a picture of us on the float and gave us each a copy. The costume was heavy and hot and with my sunburn, I felt it. I had fun doing it though. We went on this one ride which was a ride through fun house, but what it really was was an opportunity for Michael to get me alone and kiss me. Without saying a word he simply put his arms around me and drew me to him as he pressed his lips to mine. =3D When we emerged from the tunnel my lipstick was completely smudged and pointed at by the others. Karen came into the girls' room with me and watched as I fixed my hair and makeup. =3D We returned to the others and walked through the midway. =3D Michael played a few of the games and won me this huge teddy bear that I had to lug around with me the rest of the day. As night came on, we found ourselves wandering around the park checking out some of the entertainment they were presenting. =3D One of the areas was having a lip-synch contest and somehow I agreed to go with Linda and Karen to lip-synch to a song by the Supremes. Not bad for two white girls and a white pretend-girl. We didn't win, but it was fun dancing on the stage in front of a crowd. =3D At nine o'clock the park shot off fireworks and then we went to meet Aunt Janet. She drove us home and each girl was given the opportunity to kiss her date goodnight. I was no exception. Michael, as he had done all day, took me in his arms and kissed me full on the lips letting his tongue find its way into my mouth. Back at home, Linda berated me for being so feminine and accusing me of falling in love with Michael. I reminded her that I was not uncomfortable getting attention, but that I was not falling in love with him. Was I? I really wasn't sure anymore. I thought I wanted to be a boy again, but I was finding more and more enjoyment in being a girl. I couldn't admit that though. It had to remain my secret. =3D The next day I awoke to a hideous sight. I was a lobster. =3D My skin was a bright red from the sunburn. The only spots still white and very obvious were the parts of my body covered by the bikini. Now I knew what mother had meant when she told my Aunt to have me tan in the sun to produce feminine tan lines. I felt totally humiliated knowing that I was going to have to hide my body for the rest of the summer, because I could not show myself on the beach as a boy with these tan lines. Everyone would laugh at me. I pointed out this fact to Linda and Aunt Janet. =3D They laughed and said it was just too bad, but that I had asked for it. I broke into tears. "See mother isn't it just like a girl to cry over the littlest things. I wonder if she is getting her period, considering her mood swings?" "You are right Linda, that just may be what is happening to her. I think we had better place a maxi-pad in her panties for the next few days. Do we have any in the house or should we get some from the store? Since they are for you, Debbie, you will go to the store and buy them along with a few other feminine items." I tried to object but that only brought an increase to my burden. I was going to have to buy maxi-pads, tampons, douche and feminine deodorant. She also insisted that I should walk to the store wearing a tube top and hot pants with high heeled shoes. She made sure that I was wearing makeup and that I looked as sexy as a lobster could. It was obvious that she wanted people to notice me. They certainly did. I saw more heads turn as I walked down the street. I am sure they only thought of me as a girl, but it was a bit unnerving anyway. I passed a construction sight where I had to endure the whistles and comments from the workers there. The store was a pharmacy about a mile from the house. To receive proof that I actually went where they wanted me to go I was also required to get my Aunt's birth control pills refilled and bring back the receipt. =3D The pharmacist asked me to sign for the prescription so his records would show who received it. I started to sign David but quickly caught myself and signed it as Debbie. The walk home was just as humiliating as the walk there, perhaps even a bit worse. The construction workers were on their morning break as I walked by. Now they were at street level and their rude remarks made me very nervous as they tried to proposition me for sexual favors. I was glad when I was passed them. At home I showed Aunt Janet all the required items and receipts. She gave me her approval for completing my assigned task correctly. I knew I had to, remembering that if I disobeyed her my mother would let her take me back to the hairdresser and dye my hair blonde as well as the possibility of other reprimands. I was living in fear of further humiliation and effeminization. Linda would not let me forget that I was not a real girl and that I could really be at their mercy if they were to tell people. I made a big mistake of asking what they meant about me having a period. I was never exposed to that term before. Aunt Janet decided that I needed to be taught about reproductive systems in the human body. She taught me from the perspective of me being a female and described the inner workings of the female body which included the menstrual cycle. She then explained how and why tampons and sanitary pads were used. She also decided that I should get a little experience of having a period and decided to have me use tampons as well as the maxi-pads for the rest of the day with set times for changing them as if they were soiled from the flow of blood. She helped insert the tampon into my ass and I felt very strange as she violated me with it. I thought this was the worst of all the humiliations I had received. My asshole was made for things to come out not go in. I could feel it inside me with every step I took. My insides could feel the back pressure of the tampon serving as a plug preventing any natural releases. I begged to be excused from suffering the discomfort caused by the tampon. =3D It was giving me stomach cramps of sorts. Aunt Janet said that if I were feeling that discomfort it would give me a greater awareness of the discomfort women feel during their periods by adding realism. There was no getting around this punishment, and I had to be careful when she sent me in to change the tampon and the pad that I disposed of them properly. I thought about not inserting another tampon, but realized that Aunt Janet had said she was going to spot check during the day to see if I was following the proper procedures and using the proper protection. Linda made fun of me as I walked or sat. She was enjoying every bit of my punishment. It was only my third day as a girl and I was experiencing a great deal more of it than I thought proper for my punishment, but I could not argue with them without it being a chance for them to increase it. Linda asked if I was going to have to go anywhere in my condition and have to use a public rest room for changing my tampon or pad. I was thankful that Aunt Janet had no plans for the day and therefore probably not. "Periods as you know Linda, are private affairs to all girls and not something we put on display even in pretend. I think it is enough that she experiences being a true woman without advertising it. She will have her period until tomorrow morning. I know that is much shorter than most women go through it, but this is just an abject lesson for her. If necessary in the future, we can make her go through a lot more than just some paper stuck in her ass. We could give her the sensation of bloating by giving her an enema and using the tampon to plug it up inside her. She will find out then what real discomfort is. She would also suffer that treatment for a full term period. She has been trying hard amid all the humiliation and awkward situations we have placed her in to behave as a proper young lady should and not incur further punishment. We cannot increase her punishment just for our pleasure and entertainment. There must be a reason to increase her punishment or it is unfair and ineffective. Do you know what I mean? For the rest of the week she will just be a girl and no more special punishments will be given unless she earns them or her mother decides she wants her treated some special way." What she meant by spending the days as a girl I found out was for me to do housework, go to the beach with Linda and her friends, go shopping at the mall for clothes, watch soap operas, and talk to Michael every day on the phone. Aunt Janet when she found out that Michael was taking me to the movies on Friday and that he had asked me to go as his date to his cousin's wedding on Saturday. I had not agreed to go with him, but my aunt made the decision for me and insisted on taking me shopping to get me a dress to wear to the wedding as well as all the accessories to go with it. She listened to me tell him on the phone that I would go with him. When I finished telling him and hung up the phone, she immediately got on the phone and told my mother about it. She had me tell her actually and about all the other things I had gone through all week. She delighted in hearing about my period, and my sunburn. She also reminded me that she would be coming there to pick me up on Sunday and that she expected to continue to hear only good things about me as a girl. She said that she has been considering one more special punishment as a grand finale, but she was not going to reveal it until the Sunday discussion time. You talk about something keeping you on edge. I was a nervous wreck with every spare moment trying to figure out what she had in mind for me. Aunt Janet and Linda were also trying to guess what it would be and they taunted me with different ideas that popped into their heads. The thoughts that came out was that Mother was going to go ahead and make me a blonde. She was going to take me on vacation as a girl. Aunt Janet thought that she might make me work at her friend's restaurant as a waitress. Linda said she hoped that she would make me join the girl scouts. We thought of many different ideas and I didn't like any of them. There were still four days to go through before Sunday came around. Could I wait it out or not? I'll write again as the week continues. Sincerely, Deborah Ann Jackson =3D1A ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4270.BF301120 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="adventures of debbie part 4.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Description: adventures of debbie part 4.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="adventures of debbie part 4.txt" Path: = boursy.news.erols.com!feed1.news.erols.com!howland.erols.net!ais.net!amer= itech.net!uunet!in2.uu.net!192.207.105.50!prodigy.com!usenet From: PRose1222 <PRose1222@prodigy.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: adventures of debbie part 4 Date: Thu, 06 Mar 1997 09:28:49 -0500 Organization: Prodigy Internet Lines: 361 Message-ID: <331ED4A1.2C9C@prodigy.net> Reply-To: PRose1222@prodigy.net NNTP-Posting-Host: 204.237.211.6 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=3Diso-8859-1; name=3D"Debbie4" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (Win95; I) Content-Disposition: inline; filename=3D"Debbie4" Xref: boursy.news.erols.com alt.sex.stories.tg:15056 THE SHOPPING SPREE As soon as I hung up the phone from my conversation with mother describing the coming events and the date with Michael to go to a wedding with him, Aunt Janet handed me my purse and escorted Linda and I to the local shopping mall. I was told in the car that I was going to be their model for the afternoon. =3D They weren't kidding. We went in every dress shop, shoe store, lingerie shop, and department store in the place. I was trying on everything in site. Aunt Janet told them I was going to be attending a wedding and that I needed an appropriate dress for the occasion. Each of the salesgirls then went to work taking my measurements and finding dresses that would fit me. I was very nervous when I entered my first ladies' dressing room. It was one room and several women were trying on new outfits just as I was. I was quite embarrassed as I saw each of them in various states of undress. It was all I could do to keep myself composed and not get caught at my deception. I was thankful for two things at the moment. I was thankful that I did not have to try on any underwear and I was even more thankful that my Aunt had used her tuck and tape job on my penis to keep it controlled. It would have made itself known for sure otherwise. To add to my distress, my aunt and cousin sent in about ten different dresses for me to try on and model for them. They refused to give me any help with them until I came out of the dressing room and then if they needed to be zipped up they would do it followed by having me walk around twirling and modeling. This is the scene that followed me in each store. The only exception, thankfully, was the lingerie shop. They had individual dressing rooms. Aunt Janet made several purchases before calling it a day. I was thoroughly exhausted when we returned to the car. I asked why they had bought so many things as I knew that Linda had a fairly large wardrobe at home. =3D "Well, Debbie, you can't keep borrowing clothes from Linda all the time. I thought you should have a wardrobe of your own, instead. I'm sure your mother will approve and make sure you have plenty of closet space available to put everything when you get home. You told us that you were enjoying yourself as a girl, and I thought that you may like the opportunity to dress up some more at home this summer. I am also trying to outguess your mother when she makes her surprise punishment known on Sunday. I think she is going to do something to keep you as a girl longer than just this week, and you will need clothes for that. It is cute to see you blush like that each time we mention the surprise punishment. I wonder what my sister is going to come up with?" As I put the new clothes away in the closet of their guest room, they informed me that there would be more shopping to do the next day. "You'll find out soon enough that girls love to shop whenever they get a chance. Tomorrow, we'll be going to another mall and we'll be looking to get you some sleep wear and a formal gown for a dinner party I am throwing for Linda next week. It will be held at the country club banquet hall and have a live orchestra. She is inviting all her girlfriends and some of the boys. You'll come as a girl, of course. It will be a very formal affair. The boys will all wear tuxedos and the girls will wear full length gowns. in the old days this type of dance would be called a Debutante's Ball. It would be held for sixteen year old girls of prominence. I thought it would be nice for Linda to experience the nostalgia and beauty of such an occasion. I was not able to arrange the use of the hall for her birthday, but took the first opening they had. You are going to love it as well. I'm sure Michael would be glad to be your escort for the evening. You will have to ask him when he calls you tonight." Her words made for an uncomfortable night's sleep. I kept running the scenario through my mind as well as still trying to guess what mother had in mind as a surprise punishment. I tried to picture myself in a formal gown and heels. It seemed to me that I wanted to go to her party and wear an evening gown. what really preoccupied my mind was mother and what she may do to me. I did as I had done for the past few nights and pictured myself as a blonde, or as a waitress, or as a receptionist. I even considered having to go to a photographer and having a portrait done of me as a girl. I thought that maybe she would take me to California on the vacation we had talked about. I also thought of something she had suggested when this punishment began. She had mentioned exposing me to the boy across the street that had his sister give him bikini tan lines. I thought perhaps she was arranging something involving them. Perhaps I would have to go on a date with the boy, or just be exposed to him and his sister and get laughed at the way he did. There were so many possibilities, I kept guessing and remained in a panic until she would reveal it. All I had to get through for now was another day of shopping, a second date with Michael, a wedding, and then Mother's day of reckoning. "Well, how is my new niece doing this fine day? Are you ready to go shopping for your first formal gown, Debbie? Today will be even more fun than yesterday. I know you are going to love the fashions we are going to see and you will get to try them on and see how you look in them. Linda is looking forward to seeing you in a gown and walking around like a model again. =3D I think since you are so pretty as a girl, we'll surprise your mother with a professional portrait of her daughter. You could even wear your new formal for that." I had feared that option as a possibility of what mother may do to me, but here it was my aunt making the suggestion. My fear was that the portrait would remain on display on our picture wall forever and be seen by anyone visiting the house. =3D I could picture years from now, everyone still telling me what a pretty young girl I was. I felt devastated by her decision, but I could not chance a refusal or even a verbal protest for fear of further repercussions. I just kept my mouth shut and went along with them. It was a day like the day before. We went in every store and department that was oriented to serving the female. The formal gown they selected was a white floor length gown with a lace bodice, low cut neckline, backless, and satin skirt. We found some white high heeled pumps to go with it along with diamond jewelry for accessories. I wore the gown to the photographer's studio. He took about seven or eight different poses and told my aunt that the proofs would be ready by the day of the ball. I changed back into the clothes I had started out in and we continued our shopping spree. We went into a Fredericks of Hollywood where I ended up in all kinds of sexy feminine underwear and bought three nightgowns. My aunt really went wild seeing me in this short red baby doll ensemble and insisted that I get it and wear it for my husband or boyfriend some day. She and Linda had a good laugh at my expense. I was certainly glad to return to the house and get away from being the center of attention and on public display. I was assigned a share of the daily chores and was preparing the evening meal when Michael phoned for me. Aunt Janet listened as I told him about the formal ball she had planned and asked him to be my escort for the evening. He said yes without a moment of hesitation. I knew there would be no escape from going now. =3D As we were talking he described what we were going to do on our upcoming date to get my approval. He was going to take me to dinner at a local Chinese restaurant, then to a movie and finally the ice cream parlor, with a walk through the park on the way home. I could think of no objections and told him that I thought it sounded like he had a nice evening planned for us. =3D When I hung up the phone my Aunt started teasing me a bit. "Well, Debbie, I see the two of you are getting pretty serious. he likes you a lot. If I didn't know better, I would think the two of you are going steady. Are you falling in love with him? Linda, what do you think, is Michael getting serious about Debbie? They do look good together don't you think? =3D Should we worry about them walking through the park so late?" "Mother, the only thing you have to worry about them being in the park so late about is whether or not they are having sex. =3D There is a spot down by the lake that all the couples go to make out. Some of the older couples go there to skinny dip and they have oral sex or some even do fuck down there. Some of the younger couples go there just to watch and learn, and a few even try to copy what they see. Oops! I guess you can tell I've been there, can't you? I never did anything. I only watched with Karen a couple of times. It was just a bit of curiosity. I am not going to let any boy get that far with me, at least, not for a few more years and not without you knowing about it." "So you have been there watching people. I guess I should punish you for not telling me about it, but you did what it is natural to do in satisfying your curiosity. I do have to give you a mother to daughter lecture on the need to keep your virginity for the right guy to come along. You have a lot of years to go in life. The boy is not the one that has to deal with pregnancy or a bad reputation. In fact, his reputation becomes better if he has sex with a girl. I think it is really deranged in our society that we have such a double standard to live by. Women have sexual urges just like men, but if they pursue them openly, they become whores and dirty. Boys call them easy and go to them for sex. A man on the other hand is praised for exploiting his urges and awarded a "conquest" and has no legal or moral obligation to the woman. If she happens to get pregnant then he is expected to do the "right thing" and marry her. Is his reputation ever on the line in the way people think of him? Is his body ever going to show the proof of his actions? Debbie, you need to be paying attention to this as well. do not let Michael have his way with you or any other boy for that matter. Once they get something from you they will expect it always and then want more. You girls need to protect yourselves and guard your reputations. I am not going to hide from you the fact that sex can be wonderful. You have to be with the right man however for it to be that way. I will admit that I had sex with a few guys before marriage, but sex with my husband was far greater than sex with anyone else. It is because of the love involved with it. You have a greater desire with that love and a much greater satisfaction. I know you will probably think you are in love with some of the guys you go out with, but there is a difference. You won't know what the difference is until you meet that right man that is meant just for you. In the meantime, we will have to take steps to help you keep from becoming pregnant. I am going to talk to our gynecologist about getting prescriptions for you for birth control pills. This way if you do give into your urges, which you will have as they are part of the nature of humans and exist in both the male and the female, you will be protected from getting pregnant." She immediately went to the phone and called her doctor. I was shocked when she not only asked for a prescription for Linda, but for me. The doctor wanted to examine us before issuing the prescriptions. She agreed to see us that day as soon as my aunt could get us there. We were told to get our purses and get into the car as soon as she hung up the phone. I was fearful as the doctor had me undress and sit on the table with my feet in the stirrups. She gave me a full exam and talked to me as if I were another girl. She was aware of my penis and ignored it in our conversation except to mention that I could become a girl for real with some surgery. She was willing to recommend a surgeon for me. I found some things I liked about being a girl, but I did not want to be one for the rest of my life. Nevertheless, she issued a prescription for birth control pills and also for some female hormones. As a further humiliation she gave me an enema to clean out my ass. =3D She called it a douching. She filled me up with two quarts of solution and then inserted a fresh tampon to act as a butt plug and hold the fluid inside me. The cramps were unbearable and I whined all the way home. I thought the demonstration and discomfort they had given me the day before was the worst they could do to me. This was far worse. We had to stop at the pharmacy and pick up our prescriptions before returning home and getting to the bathroom. It was quite a relief to get the liquid out of my body and relieve the pressure from my stomach. Aunt Janet insisted that we begin our treatments for birth control and hormones. I wanted to fight it but knew the punishment would only get worse. The pills had no taste, but I was convinced that I was going to grow breasts over night and be as large as the false breasts had made me. I didn't want real breasts, at least I didn't want to admit it. I was curious, but the false breasts gave me an idea of what it would be like. It certainly was different having them and an interesting sensation, but did I want them for real or permanently? I cried myself to sleep that night just thinking about the effects of putting female hormones into my body and being turned into a girl for real. Everything seemed more suspicious, and my body seemed more sensitive. I could not understand the changes coming over me and I imagined them far worse than they really were. Was I making them all up? I certainly had to admit that some of what I was feeling was caused by my imagination and fears. Would I leave myself an escape? Aunt Janet and Linda played upon my fears, before I retired for the night. I was told that I could not get off the pills for three months without causing severe problems for my body and impairing my masculine traits. They had me convinced that I had to remain a girl for the entire summer vacation. Furthermore, I was sure that I would have large breasts for the rest of my life. "Debbie, you are such a silly girl. You sure you weren't born a blonde? You act like a blonde bimbo a lot. Why do you act so dumb? Breasts don't grow overnight. They will take a few months to grow if they grow at all. However the hormones will affect other things much faster. You will not grow hair on your body the way that men do. You will not get erections the way real men do. Your muscles will not develop as a man's, but remain soft like a woman's. Your hips will widen like a girl's and your butt will have a woman's contour. Your hair will grow longer and softer. People will probably call you Miss even when you are dressed as a boy. I almost forgot to mention how these pills will affect your emotions. Remember how you used to laugh at Linda when she would cry for no reason at all. That is part of being female and having female hormones in your system. You become sensitive to every little thing. You burst into tears at the drop of a hat. It is going to happen to you now as well. =3D We'll be laughing at you for acting like a silly old girl." They got me going so badly that I began crying on the spot and couldn't stop. I felt that the effect of the pills had begun already and I was doomed to be a girl from then on. I wondered if I could ever go back to being a boy. I wondered if I really wanted to. What was mother going to say when she found out they were turning me into a girl permanently? How could I even face her? Aunt Janet gave mother a call and told her about the doctor's visit and the prescriptions. She also told her how they were teasing me about making me a girl permanently and how these pills were going to change my body. She also told her about the formal dance coming up in the next week and how I had asked Michael to be my date and had bought a formal gown to wear. She then asked mother what her surprise was going to be on Sunday. Mother must have told her, because she went hysterical with laughter. She asked if she and Linda would be allowed to participate. "Don't worry, Marion, I won't tell her about it. It is your secret. But I can't wait until Sunday to see her reaction to it. Would you like to talk to your daughter before I say good-bye?" "Hello, Debbie. How are you doing? Are you behaving for Aunt Janet? I hear she has taken you to a doctor and got you some prescriptions. I'm glad she did that. I was worried about you going out on dates and not having any protection. I trust you, but boys cannot be trusted even when they seem nice at first. They can't help themselves. There urges are too strong for their own good. I also like the thought of you taking hormones and having your body conform more to that of the female. I'm not going to talk long, so I'll just say that I'm glad you are having such a good time as a girl and ask that you continue to be a good girl for your Aunt Janet. I'll see you Sunday. Good-bye, Debbie." Aunt Janet whispered to Linda what mother was going to do to me on Sunday, and she burst out laughing. I asked what was so funny, but was told that I would have to wait two more days until my mother came. They calmed down and then we talked for a while about fashion and hairdos. They said I needed to participate in some girl talk now that I was one of the girls. =3D I was glad when bedtime finally rolled around. As I said I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day I had to do my chores and lay out in the sun again with Linda in my bikini. I also had to prepare for my date that evening with Michael. Sincerely, Deborah Ann Jackson =3D1A ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4270.BF301120 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="adventures of debbie part 5.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Description: adventures of debbie part 5.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="adventures of debbie part 5.txt" Path: = boursy.news.erols.com!feed1.news.erols.com!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!= newsfeed.nacamar.de!fu-berlin.de!news.gtn.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!192.207.10= 5.50!prodigy.com!usenet From: PRose1222 <PRose1222@prodigy.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: adventures of debbie part 5 Date: Thu, 06 Mar 1997 09:29:47 -0500 Organization: Prodigy Internet Message-ID: <331ED4DB.4ECE@prodigy.net> Reply-To: PRose1222@prodigy.net NNTP-Posting-Host: 204.237.211.6 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=3Diso-8859-1; name=3D"Debbie5" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (Win95; I) Content-Disposition: inline; filename=3D"Debbie5" Lines: 119 Xref: boursy.news.erols.com alt.sex.stories.tg:15055 A SECOND DATE =3D That afternoon I spent soaking in a perfumed bath and removing any hair that had returned to my body. I was patted down with a scented talc and then Linda helped me dress for my date with Michael. We talked as I dressed and I was getting comfortable sharing girl talk with Linda. I think we became closer as a result of this punishment than at any other time in our lives. =3D Now that I was experiencing what it was like to be a girl gave me a better perspective in understanding some of the things she had to deal with and a common ground for her to relate to how I felt at the same time. There were some advantages to being a girl, although I would never admit it openly, at least not yet. =3D We talked about the boys we were dating and about the new clothes we had tried on and bought at the mall. She tried to prepare me for being on my own with Michael and being a good date without going too far as to get a reputation for being easy. We even laughed over how she and Karen had made me so nervous making me think that I was going to have to give a blow job on my first date. She acknowledged that she had never gone that far with a boy and that she wouldn't do it until she was older. She added that she wasn't sure whether Karen had done it or not and that Karen refused to tell her the truth just to make her think that she had. I told her that I could not do that with another boy, and that I still felt a bit uneasy about kissing a boy, though I did enjoy the kisses I had received in the past form Michael. I was still a boy inside and being a girl was still a new experience and it would take a lot more than a week to get me used to it. I did slip up a bit as I mentioned that I did like Michael and being held in his arms and the attention that he gave me. Linda let it pass although I could tell from the look on her face that she had heard me. We continued to talk as she helped me do my makeup and hair and I found out that she liked having me as a girlfriend. "As a boy, you can be so hard to get along with, but this week as a girl has been a lot of fun and I find that rather than dislike you, I have enjoyed being together with you and doing things together with Karen as a threesome. I know mother likes you better as a girl. Your own mother is very surprised that you have been so cooperative although she knows that some of the threats that she is holding over you has contributed to your good behavior. I can't wait until you find out what she has planned for you on Sunday. You can ask until you are blue in the face, but I promised not to tell what it was. Let's just say that you are in for a little more time as a girl and I think you are going to like it as much as mother and I do. I only mention that more time is coming because you have to attend my debutante ball at the country club and I think that under the circumstances they will keep you as a girl at least till then. =3D I don't think that ruins the surprise in any way or changes anything you probably already figured out. I didn't know what to say to her revelation as she was right I was expecting that I would probably remain a girl through the fancy ball that my Aunt had invited me to participate in and had already got me to get Michael to commit to being my date for, but what else was mother going to do to me and why would no one tell me about it and what made them laugh when they were told about it themselves? =3D It was time to concentrate on the day at hand and my date with Michael to come. I finished dressing just as the doorbell rang. It was Michael and he looked very nice in a sport shirt and black dress pants. It was easy to tell that he was trying to impress me with his looks. He didn't have to try hard. i already thought of him as handsome and was pleased to be seen with him. My Aunt extended my curfew before telling us to enjoy our date. We then walked to the restaurant. I held his hand the whole way. He opened the door for me to enter and held my chair as I sat down. There are some real fun things about being a girl and I was getting to enjoy them. I liked the attention. =3D I liked the courtesies of having doors opened, chairs held, dates paid for, and the warmth of being held in a boy's arms. =3D The dinner was delicious. I excused myself to the ladies' room before leaving to touch up my makeup. It was only another block to the movie theater. He bought the tickets a soda and some popcorn. We found some secluded seats toward the back of the auditorium and settled down with his arm comfortably draped around my shoulder. I eagerly welcomed the moments when he would lean over and kiss me as I was falling into the female role and I think I was actually falling in love with Michael. =3D =3D46rom the movie we walked to the local ice cream parlor and had a sundae for dessert. There were several other couples there and not one of them thought Michael and I were any different from them. soon it was time to leave and we took our stroll through the park down by the lake. We paused to look at some of the older couples engaged in heavy petting and one girl was engaged in giving her boyfriend a blow job. That scene caused me to blush and soon we found a spot of our own where we did nothing more than gaze at the stars and hug and kiss a bit. The thought of what I had seen that girl doing kept filling my mind with excitement and wonder as I thought what it might be like to do it to Michael, but a sense of my true identity kept me in check and made me feel guilty for even having such thoughts. The thoughts haunted me even after we had returned home and kissed goodnight at the door. They haunted my dreams that night as well. I couldn't tell my Aunt what I had seen but I had to tell someone, so I asked Linda for some private time and to help me dress for the wedding that I would be attending that morning. =3D Sincerely, Deborah Ann Jackson =3D1A ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4270.BF301120--