("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Innocence Lost by Lisa Raye (ray21862001@yahoo.com) *** Learning the hard way not to gamble, I was femenized and forced to become my best friend's girlfriend by his mother. I also became a sexual toy to his mom's lovers. (MMm-teen, reluc, 1st-bi-expr, cd, smoking) *** This is how I remember the summer that I was 14 years old. Scott and I had been friends for the 6 months since he moved to town with his divorced mother. Although he had failed a grade and was almost 2 years older than me, we always hit it off. We played sports together and had gotten to be good friends. Well, this particular summer my parents were going on a second honeymoon and wanted me to stay with grandparents. Scott invited me to stay with him. My parents were hesitant since they didn't know Ms. Jones (Scott's mother) very well. I begged and begged and finally was given permission to stay at Scott's for the two weeks. Let me give you some background. I was 14 but I was very innocent. I had never seen a girl naked. I wasn't allowed to see "R" rated movies and had lived a pretty sheltered life. I had started to notice some signs of puberty coming on and had noticed my penis was erect more and more often. Scott on the other hand had facial hair and had grown to more than 6 inches taller than me. I was around 5'6" and in very good shape. The first day at Scott's was on a Friday. I had only been at Scott's for an hour or so when his mom came into the living room looking very sexy. She had on a red leather mini dress with stockings and heels. She had on more make-up than usual and looked very hot. She announced that she would be back late and for us not to get into trouble. She left and I asked Scott where she was going. He told me that she went "clubbing” about 4 of 5 days a week. He also said that if she had a man with her when she came home that I should be very quiet and stay away from her bedroom. I made a note of that and went back to watching whatever was on TV. A little while later Scott and I began to rough house a little and it soon turned into wrestling. I was smaller but I was in pretty stong. I pinned him once or twice and he could never seem to hold my shoulders down long enough to win. He suggested we go wrestle on his mom's king size bed. He said it would be softer than the floor. I said sure and we were soon going at it on her bed. After I pinned him a couple more times he became somewhat mad and I started teasing him some. He kept saying he would win the next one until finally I responded by saying, "you wanna bet." He looked at me for a minute and finally said we should bet something. We finally decided that the stakes would be something humiliating. After noticing the bra and panties that his mom had taken off to get ready to go out, we agreed that the loser would have to put on her underwear and wear it while we ate supper. I am happy to say that I won. I almost couldn't eat from laughing so hard at Scott as he came into the dining room. While eating our Pizza, Scott convinced me to give him a chance to get even. I did notice that Scott's penis was much bigger than mine as it pressed against the skimpy panties. We headed back to the bedroom for the next match and I ask him what the stakes would be this time. He thought for a moment and suggested that the loser should have to wear the underwear plus a nightgown to bed that night. I was a little scared but since he had kept his word, I agreed. I realized pretty quickly during the next match that Scott had been holding back some. I worked hard but after a very long match, Scott finally held my shoulders down long enough to count to three out loud. He was so happy to win and I was red with fear knowing what I would have to do. Finally, about 11 o'clock he said we should get ready for bed as his mom wouldn’t want us to stay up too late. He helped me find a pink nightie to wear with the pink underwear and he left me to get changed. I slowly undressed and pulled the panties on and then began to put the bra on. I put my arms in but could not reach around to attach the clasp. I was trying to see my back in the mirror when I heard Scott's mom come into the bedroom. She smiled and said, "Well, Well, look at this." I quickly began cry and to tell her the whole story. She told me she understood and that it was right for me to keep my word. She helped me with the bra by showing me how to spin it around to clasp it and the spin it back to put my arms through. She then helped me with the nightie which fell to about my thighs and I realized that she and I were about the same height. She then handed me two pair of socks and told me to put one in each cup of the bra so that I would not collapse and wrinkle her bra. I did as asked and headed to Scott's room. We were to sleep in his full size bed together. Scott whistled as I walked toward the bed. I got under the covers just as Scott's mom entered the room. She said she felt sorry for me and that I should be given a chance to get out of the deal. Scott asked what she had in mind. She suggested another wrestling match. I asked what the stakes would be. She said that, since Scott was bigger, that she thought it would be fair to say that if I won Scott would have to wear the nightie. However, that Scott should have to win in 3 minutes or less to win the bet. Scott was furious at first and finally said he would agree only if I would have to let his mom dress me as a girl for the entire two weeks if I lost. He quickly said that this included hair, nails and make-up. I became scared and began to say no but Scott’s sexy mother began to convince me that I could make it 3 minutes without being pinned. I finally agreed and we got on the bed to begin with me still wearing the nightie. Needless to say, it took Scott about 30 seconds to pin me on my back and as he sat on my chest he began to humiliate me by telling me that I was going to be a great live-in girlfriend for two weeks. He then pulled his boxers to one side and I was horrified to see his dick swing down and nearly hit my nose as he laughed out loud. He held me there for a while letting he fat prick lay across my tightly closed lips. He had to be twice as big as me and he wasn’t even hard yet. I began to cry and Ms. Jones finally got Scott off of me and sent him to his room. She seemed to feel sorry for me but at the same time she was petting me and consoling me she appeared to be enjoying my dilemma. She told me that everything would be okay and that we should make the best of it. She then stated that she had always missed having a daughter to dress up and teach the ways of womanhood to. I didn’t like the joke and she just continued to hold me against her breasts patting my head. After a while, we all went to bed and I fell asleep wondering what I had gotten myself into. The next morning Ms. Jones woke me up and had me get out of bed without waking Scott. We went to the living room and I quickly remember my condition as I felt the tightness of the bra and the soft touch of the baby- doll night gown. Once in the living room, she lit a cigarette and began explaining that most of her clothes would fit me but that we would need to go to the store to get some items. She said that she was looking forward to these two weeks and that, if I would tried, I would have fun also. I told her that I would pay off my debt but that it would not be fun. She realized that I was very upset and asked if I had ever smoked. I told her that I had not. She suggested that I try one of hers saying it might help calm my nerves. I decided to give it a try. She handed me one of these long white Virginia Slim 120 cigarettes. I had not been around many that smoked so I copied Ms. Jones in how I held it as she lit it. I coughed a few times but after taking several drags off of it I began to inhale it without it burning my nose and making me cough. I also realized that it did seem to calm me somewhat. After we smoked, she told me I shouldn’t smoke anymore for a while as it might make me sick. I agreed since I was starting to feel a little buzz. We went to her bed room where she had already some clothes for me. There was a pair of white Capri pants and a pink sweater. There was also fresh underwear set out and a pair of pantyhose. The bra and panty set were white silk. I must have hesitated for a while staring at the clothes and Ms. Jones finally shook me a little and said that I should shower. She started the water in her bathroom and showed me a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of body wash. She said the body wash was great but that I should lather it and put all over my body except for my face. Then I should wash my hair and face with the shampoo before rinsing everything off. I wasn’t sure why it was such a big deal but I complied. I realized quickly that the body was strong. I could feel it tingling my skin as I washed my hair. As I rinsed off, I noticed that all of the hair on my legs was falling off and going down the drain. I became scared and noticed that the hair around my genitals and my arms rinsed away also. I quickly dried off, wrapped a towel around me and walked out to tell Ms. Jones what had happened. She calmly told me that it was a hair removal body wash and that it was necessary because the hair on my legs would have been trouble for me as I wore the pantyhose. I realized that nothing could be done now and accepted it. Ms. Jones had me drop my towel and without even noticing my nakedness began to put some powder all over my body. I noticed it had a very feminine scent but felt good on my burning skin. She then told me to put on the panties and bra. I did this task with ease this time and was glad to cover my naked body. Next, Ms Jones showed me how to put on the pantyhose. They were tight but felt very smooth on my hairless legs. She told me to tuck my penis firmly between my legs just before pulling the hose up to my waist. Looking down, I saw no evidence of my being a man. I pulled the Capri pants on and put a white, shiny belt on and fastened it. Ms. Jones then handed me a white tank top silky shirt she called a camisole. She said it would help hide my bra and it would feel good between me and the sweater which I put on next. I put the socks back in my bra and then was instructed to sit at her vanity. She had me sit facing away from the mirror and proceeded to put all kind of make-up on me. The colors seemed to me very light instead of the bright reds she had worn the night before. After she had put a liquid make-up on me and brushed my cheeks with some kind of brush, wrote with a pencil on my eyes and lips, brushed my eyelids and put lipstick on me she said she was done. Before I could turn around, she placed a wig on my head. She said she had several to go with her different moods. This one was straight bangs and hair that fell to my shoulders. It was about my hair color. She attached several bobby pins between the wig and my own hair. She then placed clip-on earrings on my ears. She backed away and seemed so proud of her work. She let me turn around and I was amazed to see a very pretty teenage girl in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how pretty I was. She broke my trance by telling me that we would stop by the nail salon while we were out shopping. I told her I had not intention of leaving the house dressed that way. She told me I had no choice. I had to go with her or she would call my parents and have me picked up by my grandparents. I looked around and realized all my clothes from the night before were gone. She told me that I would keep my word about my bet or I would leave wearing exactly what I had on. I realized my state and began to cry again only to have Ms. Jones tell me to stop as it would ruin my make-up. She had me slip on some white casual shoes that had a one inch heel and said, “Let’s go eat." I could hear my heels clicking as we went into the kitchen to eat breakfast and Scott had gotten up and was already eating. His mouth fell open and he never said a word. I was mad and said nothing to him. I didn’t really feel like eating so I sat at the table as Scott and Ms. Jones ate. Scott stared at me the whole time as he finished his cereal. I began to notice how my legs felt as they rubbed together with the hose on. I also felt how uncomfortable my penis felt trapped between my legs held in place by the hose. After she finished eating, Ms. Jones lit a cigarette and asked if I needed another. I told her I did. I took one as before and held it as she lit it. I remember how weird it felt seeing my own lipstick print on the cigarette after my taking my first drag. Ms. Jones told Scott that she and I were going out shopping for the day and would be back later. On the way out the door, she handed me a white purse and said everything I might need was inside. I pulled the strap over my shoulder just as I heard a click sound. I turned to see Scott clicking off a second photo. He said he wanted a picture of his hot girlfriend and laughed as he went down the hall. Ms. Jones and I walked on to the car with me not knew what was in store for me that day and the next two weeks. To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 45