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(Fdom/cd, tg, sci-fi, ped) Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com) *** I heard someone spank my baby and he howled indignantly, and I knew he had been born alive and well. This moment of rapture was all too brief, however, as I immediately began to grieve for the loss of my genitalia which had been taken from me so crudely just moments before. Like many transvestites, I had daydreamed in the past about having transsexual surgery, but it was always under highest medical standards preserving my penile sex nerves to line my new "vagina". I bitterly realized there was no chance of that now, and my beloved cock and balls were probably lying discarded on the floor in the vast pool of afterbirth that was flooding out of me. For all I knew the Rhodesians were biting and chewing them at this very moment! I also knew that I must be delirious from loss of blood and body parts during the horrible alien birth and my partial c-section. What I really needed was the Rescue Squad to take me to the closest ER. Instead, my so- called friends devoted all their attention to the little bastard to whom I had just given birth. "What a precious baby", cooed S. "Feed him sperm from the condom...oh he likes it look at him", said the Prof. (I'm still tied down in the sling, gagged and blindfolded, and probably bleeding to death, and all they can think about is this cum-sucking alien sonofabitch!) Kang said "RONNEE," and the Prof said what Kang? "Jrrl ni hox z'd renn unl'n d'duxn Kang." "What was that you said about twins??!!" (And that's how the Prof found out that he too would become a bride of Kang and an alien birth mother, and also become my half stepsister-in-law once removed....) To my utter astonishment, they simply ignored me and my medical emergency, and hurriedly put up a second sling next to mine, and proceeded to put the Prof through the same ordeal as I had suffered. I heard him bragging that he could handle it and not wimp like Daphne, but I'm here to tell you he screamed and panicked even worse than I did. Kang ruptured him in two places just getting his penis in, and finally had to surgically widen the Prof's anus to deliver the bloody mess that was my baby's twin brother. S called an ambulance to the house, and demonstrated outstanding presence of mind when she thrust her arm up to the shoulder into the Prof's hemorrhaging colon, took him upstairs and told the rescue squad it was just an S&M fisting accident. She told them to take him to the notorious little Southside gay hospital that had an all hiv+ surgical staff "...because as you can see, this guy loves to live dangerously." I was furious with her for letting the ambulance leave without me, and my heart sank as I realized that she and the rest of them must've already written me off and were going to let me bleed to death rather than explain my castration to the authorities. I became deeply despondent, knowing for a certainty that in spite of all their high talk about the "Great Daphne" and how much they loved and cherished me, I was expendable after all, just another used condom on the rubber room floor of their lives. (What an inhuman way to die. Blindfolded and in the dark, deprived of speech and final prayers by the choking throatmeat gag, tied down like an animal, emasculated, separated from my newborn baby, and left to bleed to death---- an utterly depraved form of murder!) I began to cry in self-pity, and was soon sobbing and gasping raggedly as I felt my life ebbing away.... "I feel so sorry for you Daphne, I really do." (You castrating bitch!!!) "I know what you're probably thinking, but believe me it was the only way. I'll do what I can for you now though." I felt her fingers and knuckles enter my anus and in seconds her fist was in my rectum! As she forced it higher, I moaned and my prostate cramped against her forearm, and she said, "Do you want to watch me fist you, Daphne?" I thought 'What a weird way to go', and nodded yes and she stripped the blindfold away! * (Editor's Note: At the end of the last Diary entry, Daphne was being "nursed" by S while delirious from birth ordeal and emasculation. What she didn't know was that Kang, in generous appreciation of her superb performance, had quickly placed the severed genitals in his Denebian portable regeneration chamber, medically mutated and enhanced the rather pathetic organs, and then painlessly reattached them, all of this occurring while she was out of her mind with pain, shock and grief. When S took off Daphne's blindfold and she saw her new penis, testicles and scrotum, all made of soft babyskin, Daphne passed out again. We rejoin the story several days later....) * So much has happened that I hardly know where to start. I'm still here at the Prof's house, but I'm by myself now and a little bit lonely. S has gone back to her husband, after giving me the shock of my life in The Chamber. I tried, but I just couldn't stay mad with her for not telling. I was too overjoyed. The rescue mission arrived and covertly removed Kang and the twins along with the wreckage of his ship. In an emotional ceremony on the rescue ship's flight deck, the commanding officer awarded me the Denebian Medal of Honor, and even more exciting, declared me to be a Citizen of Deneb! The Prof was given a "Certificate of Possible Merit", and I accepted the modest award on his behalf. (I really thought the least they could have done for him would have been a "green card"....) Kang gave a great speech about how our DNA had joined their gene pool, and how we would live on forever in the bloodlines of Deneb (since they fucked each other like rabbits, I didn't doubt it). He spoke glowingly of me as an unlikely, but spectacularly successful extra- terrestrial sex partner and birth mother, and he invited the crew to inspect his surgical wizardry on my new equipment, and every man jack of them insisted on feeling it as well as seeing! They wanted souvenirs, so I gave them my panties, stockings and hi-heels. (Sailors are the same everywhere I guess...) I urged Kang privately to say something nice about the Prof too, and he had to think about it for awhile, and finally told them "Ronnee du frl ipso n'll," which I think means "Ron had nice friends." We kissed goodbye, and I fondled his crotch and was shocked to discover his amazing manhood was no longer there! Kang said, "Circulatory shutdown it was, but worried not be, regenerate Kang will on trip home." I kissed my son, and then they were gone.... Diary, I'm sorry to have to tell you that the Prof didn't fare nearly as well. In fact, as I sit here in his house, His whereabouts are unknown! It took a bit of detective work, and several phone calls where I pretended to be someone else (I'm good at that), but I uncovered these startling developments: The gay surgeons who operated on his perforated colon found a "large quantity of unusual foreign material throughout his lower G.I." and sent samples to the pathology lab for analysis. This is where the Prof's luck turned very bad indeed. The graveyard shift pathologist freaked when he saw under his 200X microscope that the debris left in the Prof's pitiful colon was most likely alien! The jerk telephoned the local FBI UFO Task Force and told the "Cancer Man" in charge what he had found. It was rumored throughout the UFO Conspiracy community that this ruthless FBI unit had carte blanche to investigate and suppress any E.T. event worldwide. While they were supposed to stop short of killing anybody, kidnapping, torture and brainwashing were all given tacit approval. It was said that the Government provided them with their own private island where their kidnap victims could be "interrogated" and "debriefed" according to the Task Force's own sadistic terms. Sure enough, within 24 hours, the Prof mysteriously went missing from his hospital room. Alarmed, I went there, but the authorities quickly dismissed me as a "crazy transvestite girlfriend" of a "perverted asshole who 'skipped' to avoid the hospital bill." (The cover-up had begun!) I didn't know what else to do, so I decided to wait at his home in case he tried to contact me to arrange a rescue. The more I thought about it, though, the less worried about him I was. After all, his story about Deneb and Kang was patently absurd, and besides, the Prof could stand any torture they dished out and probably enjoy it. I finally began to relax about the situation and made myself a drink and went out onto the veranda. I sat down and began to brush my hair and touch up my lip-gloss. I was wearing one of my favorite Frederick's lounging outfits, mostly lace and sheer silk. Suddenly I felt that someone was watching me. I saw the teen boy peeking from behind the shrubs, and I told him to come out in a calm but firm voice. The boy sheepishly came out, and stood before me in that embarrassed way only an adolescent boy can. "You've been peeking at me through the window, haven't you?" "Yes ma'am", he whispered. Staring a hole in his shoes, he swayed guiltily. "Look at me when you speak to me, if you please." He looked up, and I felt a tightening in my throat. His features were almost beautiful... fine high cheekbones, dark eyes and long lashes, perfectly straight nose, delicate chin but sensual lips (which would only improve with time), skin tone with just a vestige of youth left, slim neck and shoulders, and black, buzzcut hair. I guessed his ancestry to be about equal parts Caucasian, Latin, and Native American. Perhaps five feet tall, he looked to weigh about 105, and was dressed in the drab, undistinguished manner of charitable institutions everywhere. "Do you live next door?" "Yes ma'am. Please don't tell them that I came over here..it's against their rules." "Then why did you come over here?" "I....I saw you outside yesterday with the dogs. Are you the Professor's wife?" "No, and you still haven't answered my question." "From the field next door you looked very beautiful, and I guess I just wanted to see you up close. I shouldn't have peeked though...I'm sorry, Miss, I really am." (Be still my heart!) "Have you seen what you wanted to see?" "Oh, yes ma'am..you're even prettier up close...and your clothes are so pretty. But...." "But, what?" Eyes back on shoes, he said, "But...you're a man..aren't you?" "Yes, I'm a man who enjoys pretending to be a woman. Do you see anything wrong with that?" "Oh no. Sometimes I wonder about what it would be like to be a girl, and to wear dresses and lipstick...and I get a warm tingly feeling that I don't understand, then I feel guilty because the priest says boys shouldn't think about such things." (Oh God in Heaven...) "I don't think you should feel guilty." "Well I don't really...I guess I just think that maybe I should." "How long have you thought about being a girl?" He whispered, "As long as I can remember." "Well, I can't blame you, not one little bit. I thought about it too, and it was a long time before I put on my first dress, and I can still remember how exciting it was! Come over here and sit down, and let me get a better look at you. What's your name?" "It's Jamie. The professor knows me. I found one of his dogs lost on our property and brought him home. He called Father O'Reilly about it." "Is he in charge of the Home?" "Yes ma'am." "You don't have to call me ma'am. You may call me Miss D. I am the Professor's secretary, and I live and work here at his house. He's gone away on business and I've been lonely, so I'm glad you peeked in at me!" We both laughed, and I could see him relax. I took his chin in one hand and pretended to look at him like an portrait artist and told him he could be a "very pretty girl" if he "only had the chance." His eyes began to glaze over, ever so slightly. "Jamie, how would you like to have your dream come true, here at the Professor's house with me?" "Oh, I'd love that Miss D, but how?" "Leave that to me. Are you willing to let me dress you in pretty clothes and lipstick and makeup and hi-heels and long hair like mine?" "Miss D, are you doing this just to have sex with me?" "Jamie I'm shocked! You shouldn't think about such things!" "It's alright, Miss D. I didn't mean to upset you. See, I know a lot about sex already from the other boys at the Home." "Jamie, you can't believe what they tell you. They don't know anything." "Miss D, you don't understand. I have seen them have sex in the Professor's little house back there in the trees, and I think I'm ready and you really are very nice, so let's just see what happens, okay?" "Okay," I whispered. (How I Did It) On Estate letterhead, I wrote the following letter: FROM: THE ESTATE, INC. Millbrae, CA 99969 TO: Rev. Father O'Reilly Catholic Home for Wayward Youth Millbrae, CA 99969 Dear Father O'Reilly: My name is Ms. Daphne Bishop, and I am the Professor's personal secretary. I work from his home office next door to you. The Professor is out of the country on urgent U. S. Government business, and I am managing his estate and business affairs during his absence. I have need of kennel and interior landscaping services at the Professor's home during the next week. It occurred to me that I could employ one of your charges for these tasks. I am authorized to offer the sum of $500 in cash to be administered at your sole discretion, and I have enclosed $250 cash as a good faith down payment. No receipt is necessary as I am sure this matter is of small enough magnitude to warrant informal bookkeeping. While I am sure that any of the Home's youth could perform the work, I would like to request that you consider assigning Jamie H. for the job. This outstanding young man did us a kind service recently when one of the Professor's prize Rhodesians wandered onto your property and became lost. The Professor would have been heartbroken to lose this magnificent animal, but Jamie found the dog and brought him back to us safely. Although small for his age, nevertheless we feel he has outstanding potential. I feel confident that he will be able to render satisfactory service. Due to the somewhat unpredictable needs of the animals in the kennel, may I further request that Jamie be allowed to stay over in the guest quarters during the week? This will greatly aid me in carrying out the Professor's important work if I can depend on 24-hour help. Of course, you would be welcome to check on him at our premises if you wish. Simply call me before coming over, and I will promptly open the security gates and admit you. Finally, it might be necessary to carry Jamie off the premises to perform an errand, but he will always be under my personal supervision and I will vouch for his safety. If these arrangements are suitable, merely have Jamie come over Saturday morning by crossing the fence line onto our property and reporting to me at the kennel. Signed: Daphne Bishop Just as I laid out his new things in the guest room, I heard the dogs barking happily in the kennel. Goosebumps ran all over me as I realized my stratagem had worked. The priest had taken the cash bait, and Jamie was mine for a week! It had taken me a little time to sort things out after the head trip he had taken me on during our first meeting. Precocious in some ways, he was also disarmingly direct and frank, and even sophisticated for his age. (Even though he said he'd "just turned eighteen", it was very hard to believe...) Although an orphan, he was certainly not stupid, in fact there was a perceptiveness, even sharpness to his personality. I found him intriguing, and of course that added even more to my growing desire to experience him completely. Before he had gone, I had gotten his basic measurements and shoe size. I knew enough from my own feminine purchases to easily convert to standard women's sizes. He was a "perfect" Size 2 in dresses, blouses and skirts, 34A in bras, size 4 in panties and stockings, and 6 in women's shoes. The clerks at the Millbrae Victoria's Secret were certainly curious as to why I was purchasing so many items not my size, but I didn't volunteer any potentially compromising information. They ended up merely being gratified by the $2,000 and change I spent and paid for in cash of course. At the local Frederick's, I bought shoes, wigs and makeup and made the same impression on the salesgirls. How they all must have gossiped about the mystery TV and her wild spending! My new cock was stiff on the way back to the Prof's as I "rode with my load" of teenybopper contraband. Speaking of my new dick, I've just realized that I'd omitted to tell you, dear Diary, anything about what had happened. I had been happy with my previous manhood, but I had to admit that darling Kang had certainly made some improvements. I now had a towering, tapering 10" of uncut babyskin phallus! My new glans was almost Stryker-size, and the taper gradually increased to about 3" at the base. Kang had added a third testicle to my enlarged scrotum, and I had already noticed a significant increase in semen production. (None of your business how I knew this...) The only problem so far was that I needed a larger gaffe to pull my equipment backward (ala RuPaul) under my panties. (A small price to pay, wouldn't you say?) As I previously mentioned, the moment had arrived, and I went down to the kennel and greeted Jamie with all the reserve and dignity I was capable of, given my level of excitement. For all I knew, priests or their agents were eyeballing us from the fence line even as I shook his hand. To discourage any unwanted observers, I had him feed the dogs and clean the kennel area for over an hour while I went back into the house. I had dressed the part of a private secretary of a rich Professor--ultraconservative black slacks, "Lady Manhattan" short sleeve blouse, 2" black pumps, and my most businesslike "frosted-brown" hairstyle. I didn't want to give them anything to wag their tongues about. As an additional disincentive, I had him take the dogs for a long walk on the far side of the property just as lunchtime arrived. Hungry and bored, any spying observers would most likely report back and tell their priestly supervisors that everything looked completely kosher. (First impressions are so important, aren't they?) I knew the dogs weren't horny (no need to go into that), so Jamie wouldn't have any problem with their lusty antics. When he returned with them, I judged the moment propitious to bring him into the house at long last. A little dirty and very hungry, he quickly consumed the sandwich I gave him in the breakfast room. He didn't question the activity charade, and I notched up my respect for his intelligence. I showed him where the shower was in the pool house, and told him to put on the terrycloth robe the Prof kept out there for guests. When he came back in, I told him to go upstairs and see his room. I stayed in the den on the couch and waited for him. I wanted him to see all the dresses and everything else I had bought for him ,and for the moment to be like my Rubber Room "moment" not so long ago. He was crying when he came down the stairs. Without a word, he came into the den and curled onto my lap, put his head against my breast and openly sobbed his little heart out. I held him tenderly, and I cried too. (There are only so many magic moments in a lifetime.....) Between sobs he told me how lonely he had been all his life, never having had any family to love him, and how no one had ever taken an interest in him, and he felt so lucky to have found me, and that he knew I cared about him, and he would make me so proud of him, and on and on in a gush of youthful emotion. It was really quite touching, and I gently stroked his hair until he had sobbed it all out. He began to kiss my face, and then our mouths met and he let me suck his tongue and his arms went around my neck and I lost track of time..... He let the robe fall open and I could see that he was hairless except for a small pubic patch. (Native American for sure...) "Do you want to touch me?" "Do you want me to?" He closed his eyes and lay back on the sofa and said "Yes Miss D." I lightly touched and played with his small uncut penis, and stroked his scrotum with my fingernail. He erected within a minute, and I slid the foreskin back and forth. Precum appeared on his glans. "Suck me," he whispered. The taste and mouthful of virgin penis overwhelmed me, and momentarily I was transported back to the memory of Johnny's penis and Allen's and DeShawn's and the countless other young men I had pleasured in my life. Looking back, I find it next to impossible to believe that I was able to stop myself before Jamie came...but I did. I gradually slowed sucking, and began teasing with slow licks of his scrotum and shaft, and he opened his eyes and watched me. "Does it feel good?" "Oh God yes!" "Do you like my mouth and tongue?" "Yes Miss D, I like them so much." "Do you know what will happen if I keep sucking you?" "Yes, I'll cum in your mouth." "Would you like that?" "Oh yes." "I'd like it too, but do you think you can wait until later to come?" "I can try...is that what you want me to do?" "Yes Jamie, it is. I want to dress you and make you a beautiful girl first, and then I want to suck you until you come in my mouth. Is that all right with you?" "Miss D, I'm so excited that I may cum just putting on my new clothes!" "Jamie, believe me when I say that I would love for that to happen, and if it does, don't worry because you are going to have a lot more than one cum today." * I decided to dress Jamie in the Spa Dressing Room. We carried his things down from the guest room, but I had to warn him not to peep through the Chamber doors. (I didn't want to shock him quite yet...) I had him sit in the high chair facing the fashion makeup mirrors, and I quickly changed into my hairstylist's outfit--hot pink capri pants, gold lame` bodysuit, platform strap sandals, and spiky orange hair. While I was changing, Jamie got up and began looking around the dressing room with keen interest. That's when it happened. "Miss D, is this what I think it is?" I turned around and nearly had heart failure. He had found the 'Little Sam' on the floor where S had left it. It was still slick from the weird gels and rectal lubes! "Uh...what do you think it is, Jamie?" "I think it's a dildo." (Jesus Christ!!) "Just where have you seen dildos before?" "In the Professor's little house. The oldest boys and several of the priests like to use them. But none of them are anywhere near as big as this." "Priests use dildos!!??" I blurted incoherently. "Miss D, you're the one who doesn't know anything. Everybody over there goes to the little house for sex, including the priests. Some of them enjoy letting us peep through the window at them. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've seen there." (Flash of insight....) "Have you ever seen the Professor at the little house?" "No, but I've heard he likes to go there. Somebody said that some of the dildos in the little house were made by him. Did he make this one? And who do you think used it?" "Jamie, I know a lot about that particular dildo, but I believe that it's time you and I had a man-to-man talk about everything first." We moved into the spa area and sat on the loveseat in the corner. "You are a surprising young man, Jamie, and you do know a lot more than I thought. But you don't know everything, and we both need to make certain about where we're going with this." "Okay, Miss D." "Let's not forget that you are here because you wanted to be here. It's also true that you have been thinking about dressing like a girl for a very long time before you ever met me. I'm simply giving you the chance to do something you probably would have had trouble doing, but I think we both know you would have done it eventually." "Yes, Miss D, all that is true." "Good. You also need to know that we will stop whatever we're doing at any time simply by you saying 'Stop'. And if I tell you to stop doing something, you'll stop, right?" He nodded, and I continued. "You are free to go back to the Home at anytime and without giving any reason, understood?" Another nod. "Don't worry about hurting my feelings if any of those things happen--it's your feelings that matter most, okay?" "Thank you for saying that, Miss D." "Now I want to talk about women and girls. Surprised? I'll bet you don't know any girls and very few women, other than nuns, right? That's what I thought. Jamie, take my word when I say that women and girls are wonderful--fun to be with, to look at, to touch, and to love. They can be wonderful to be married to and have children with. "I can't know and you can't know whether you will eventually love women. We do know that you think women are attractive because you want to look like them, right? That tells me that you probably will want to be a girl's boyfriend and a woman's husband, even though you might enjoy dressing like them. Am I making any sense at all?" "Miss D, don't you think I've thought about all this? And you're right--I can't know for certain, but I'm pretty sure that I will love women every bit as much as you obviously do. But I think what's worrying you is that we may do something together that will change the way I am somehow, right?" "Exactly." "Well, I'm willing to be changed, if that's what happens." "Jamie, you've got to remember that most people could never understand our need to dress like beautiful women and do the kinds of things that we are going to do while you're here." "Miss D, what you really mean is that we need to keep all of this a secret, don't we?" I took him in my arms and said, "Yes Jamie darling, all of this must be our secret and ours alone. I will never tell anyone, even my dearest Professor. You have my promise, do I have yours?" "Miss D, I will never tell anyone, but I will never forget you either!" His passion became my own, and I fell in love with him at that instant. We showered each other with kisses and loving touches, and his eyes told me he loved me too. We went back into the dressing room, and I began his transformation with what I hoped would be a "to die for" makeup job. While I was curling his lashes, he brought up the subject of the 'Little Sam' again. "Miss D, that big dildo--the Professor made it, didn't he?" "Yes, Jamie, he did." "And I bet someone used it on him in here, right?" "No Jamie....it was used on me." I looked unashamedly at his reflection in the mirror, and his eyes widened as he processed the implications. "Oh Miss D, he must have hurt you with it!" "Jamie, it was a she and it did hurt a little but it was a good hurt. I am able to take large objects like that-- it's something I've learned to do." "Was she a real she or, you know.....?" I laughed, and said "What do you think?" He studied my face for a clue, and I was charmed at his uncertainty. "I... think...she was a real she." "Jamie, for all I know she could be pregnant with my baby after what happened here." He contained himself for a moment and then burst out laughing. "Miss D, you really are the naughtiest person I've ever met!" I started the makeup again, and he was quiet for a long time. "Miss D, if you don't mind telling, what did that big dildo feel like inside you?" "Jamie, I'm told it feels a lot like a horse's penis, but I've never done that, so I don't know for sure." "How did you get it to go so far in? I mean, it seems a person's shit would block the way. After all, I've seen shit all over the priests' cocks and on dildos nowhere near as big." "Oh that's easy. You just flush it all out with big enemas beforehand. We have a special room to do that with here. Surely you've had enemas before?" "Maybe as a baby or little kid. I can't even remember what it felt like. Miss D, would you give me an enema in the special room?" (Would I?) "Sure Jamie, but first let's finish what we started." Knowing for certain that he had an aggressively growing kinky streak made me work even faster, but some things can't be hurried. Walking in the little 2" heels took him half an hour of practice, but he was quickly into 4" stilettos as if born on a catwalk. He craved the white French bikini lace panties; they fit perfectly as well as the matching Wonder bra in Lycra with tiny pushup pads. He began to erect as he pulled on the nylons, and I showed him how the garter belt fastened them. He wanted the blue and white pinafore, size dos un perfecto! The hem was 6" above his knee, and his shapely legs looked really good. Clip-on oval earrings complimented the fabulous Frederick's purple pixie length wig, which was darling on him. I gave him the latest Revlon lipstick tone, hot pink. I touched up his cheek powder, patted him on the back, and moved him to the Spa mirror without comment and waited breathlessly for his reaction. Never in a thousand years could I forget what happened next. "I'm a Girl! My God, Miss D, you've made me a Girl!!" He certainly was, in every respect a girl, utterly transformed from the orphanage urchin I had first met. In truth, he was unrecognizable. His high, countertenor voice even reinforced the image of a sexy young woman of about 16. He had become She, and She knew it! Suddenly I was Lestat, Ann Rices's vampire, and he was the neophyte Brad Pitt, who had just been converted forever! A raging sense of power overwhelmed my senses until I looked deeply into his transfixed countenance--only then did I realize that I had merely transferred much of my power to this new creature, vastly more She/Male than I had ever hoped to be. "On your knees, Miss D." (This was no request, it was an Order...) "Raise my dress and pull down my panties, then close your eyes and open your mouth." I felt her hands behind my head, and then she fucked my mouth and throat furiously as she gazed rapturously and narcissistically into the mirror. My hands cupped each of her perfect asscheeks, and my face pressed deep into her, and her penis swelled and filled my throat. Sperm in thick hot wads flooded my throat, and she screamed and came again and again and again.... The new girl/boy sighed and shifted slightly against my shoulder and went on dreaming. As I awoke the light was dim in the Prof's bedroom, and I suddenly became intensely lonely for Him and wished he were there. How He would have enjoyed watching the metamorphosis of Jamie! By unspoken agreement, our first night together had been devoted almost exclusively to oral sex--his virgin mouth rape of me in the Spa turned him on so much it was all he wanted to do, and I was happy to indulge him. Of course I should have known that the combination of his raging hormones and the sight of himself beyond his wildest dreams would send him out of control. My previous description of his appearance really didn't do him justice--Jamie was stunning as a girl, not only passable, but utterly believable--a 'Crying Game' natural. For a moment I began to worry about the endgame--how in hell could he go back to the Home knowing what he knew about himself? The more I considered it, the more I became convinced that he had already thought it through and decided that a wild fling with me was worth the psychic pain of returning to his previous existence. (Natural born thrill seeker, just like me...) I pulled the sheets back and looked at him. His penis was half erect, and I could see tiny red abrasions on his glans left by the hundreds of strokes through my teeth and lips his five orgasms had taken. I had almost forgotten the surge of erotic energy when the dam breaks for a person his age and the addiction begins. What a privilege he had given me! He rolled over on his stomach and gave me a perfect view of his tiny bubble butt and lower back. I cupped one cheek and pulled it toward me, affording my first view of his hidden places. His hairless anus was dark pink with health, and the aperture was folded tightly. I touched it, and he opened his eyes. I touched it again, pressed lightly and kissed the nape of his neck. He shivered and pressed back into me. With my other hand I found one of his nipples, and began tweaking and squeezing it until it erected. How responsive he was... I pulled the sheets back over us, and we drowsed together for another hour or so. When he got up to shower, I went to the kitchen and started coffee perking. He came down wearing a two-piece hot pants set with matching halter and his platform EVAs. (Talk about get with the program....) He kissed me on the mouth and said, "What do we do today, Miss D?" "Still want the E Room, darling?", and he said yes. We breakfasted out on the veranda on the opposite side from the Home. I suggested a fashion show, and he was thrilled to "catwalk" many of his new clothes outside in the crisp morning air. An inspiration hit me, and I grabbed the Prof's pro 35mm SLR and shot dozens of "high fashion" photos of him in one sexy outfit after another. He loved it! Feminine even without a lot of makeup--just his wigs, hi-heels and dresses were enough to preserve the illusion of a "Dawson's Creek" high school hooker. We spent fifteen or so minutes getting him used to the feel of my middle finger lubing and teasing his tiny asshole. At first he was scared, then it "tickled" him, and finally it began to "feel good". I patiently explained the process to him and, included what I thought he needed to know about the anatomy of his insides and the powerful hydraulic pressures he was about to feel. "Do you want me to leave now?" "I want you to stay and help me Miss D." (Oh yeah!) After I restrained him, a slow feed put in the first two quarts, and not surprisingly his first "emergency". I turned on the showers and exhaust fans as his first load exploded against the far wall. Jamie was utterly without self-consciousness as I forced in quarts and then gallons, which he spewed drainward in a torrent of enema fluid and excited grunts and squeals of alternate pressure and relief. (And I thought I was uninhibited...) Finally he was squirting clear spurts spotted only with a few blood filaments, which always marked the end of a cleansing cycle. I left him there to the final stages of cramping, and to contemplate the overall experience of being lovingly enema'd by me. I went into the Prof's study where I noticed the message light blinking on his Sharper Image Answer phone and punched the retrieve code. Hispanic woman's voice: "El hombre est en apuro Federal grande. Vaya inmediatamente a la isla del ngel. Vayamos!" Big Federal Trouble on Angel Island! My Prof, what've they done to you? END OF PART FIVE Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted sexual activities described herein. DB ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 18