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(Fdom/m-teen, tg, cd, mc) *** "But mother, I can't lift it. It's just too heavy." "Oh, for Heaven's sake, can't you do anything?" She carried the garbage can out and made me feel like two cents as usual. "I don't know why I have to do everything around here. What good are you? You can't fix anything, you can't lift anything, and you're no help at cleaning or washing," she complained. "Oh mother, please. I'll help you clean the house if that is want you want." "Well, it isn't exactly what I would expect of a boy, but maybe we can arrange it so you'll feel more comfortable doing housework. You don't seem to be able to do any man's work around here." Mother was right. I wasn't big and strong and I really never had any masculine training from my father because he was never home. So I developed into a rather shy, introverted young man without goals or purpose other than to get out from under my mother's apron strings and constant criticism. But what she had in store for me was beyond my wildest dream. I came home from school right after the last class, as usual, the next day to do homework. But, I wasn't prepared for what happened the minute I got inside the door. Mother greeted me with, "I'm glad you're home, Prunella. From now on we are starting a new work schedule. You'll find your housework clothes on your bed." Prunella? Work clothes? What in the world was she talking about? I went to my room to find the most grotesque looking clothing on the bed I had ever seen. A black flannel dress, black cotton slip and bloomers, and black cotton stockings with something I couldn't even describe to hold them up, and black Mary Jane shoes, I became nauseous, I was so afraid of what was about to happen. But I gathered my courage and went out to face my mother. "I'm not going to wear those clothes. I'm a boy, and..." WHACK!! I received a slap across the face that sent me reeling. "You ARE going to wear those clothes, and you ARE going to do the housework around here from now on. AND anything else I want you to do, Prunella. You're no more boy than I am. Maybe I can make a decent girl out of you with some proper training. Now, get moving!" I retreated to my room, terrified. I knew that she wasn't kidding, and while she could be nice at times, she could also be terrible when angered. What was I going to do? I looked at the awful clothes and shuddered, but decided I had better put them on. I didn't need any more slaps, and besides, I thought no one will see me in them except mother. That thought almost brought tears to my eyes. What kind of boy was I that caused his own mother to embarrass him by putting him in a dress! I was beside myself as I stripped and dressed in the "almost" feminine attire. The mirror revealed something right out of Dickens, and I had to wonder why she had chosen this garb to humiliate me with. When mother saw me coming out of my room she had to choke back a laugh, and I thought she might relent, but, no way. She gave me instructions of what she wanted done and how to do it and away I went with dust mop and broom and gloomy thoughts of my future. From then on I had to dress in my "ugly ducking" clothes when I got home from school, do my chores, and stay dressed as Prunella until I went to bed. I didn't know what mother's plan was, but I knew that she had one. One that I wouldn't like. One day after arriving home and donning my maids outfit, Mother said, "Today instead of your usual chores, we are going shopping. I think it is about time you learned something about groceries and how to pick them out. You'll be a great help to me when you can do the shopping yourself." I was delighted to get out of cleaning. "Wait, I'll change my clothes." "That won't be necessary, dear, you can go as Prunella." The blood drained from my face. "But, Mother, ..." "No buts, you'll go as Prunella!" "But, I can't ..." WHACK! The slap brought tears to my eyes. I could hardly breathe as we walked to the shopping center. My heart was in my throat and I couldn't look to my left or right. What would I do if any of my friends saw me? I was glad to finally get inside the grocery store, but as we entered, two cute girls, about my age, walked by. One was wearing a pretty dress, and nylons and heels, and the other had on a sheer blouse that showed off her slip, skirt, nylons and bobby socks and loafers. They both stopped to stare for a moment before starting to giggle and I heard one say to the other, "I wonder if she is wearing black cotton bloomers." Then they both howled with laughter. I started to faint, but mother caught me and I said, "Please Mother, I can't stand it. I'll do anything you ask, but please get me out of these clothes." "All right, dear. But let's finish our shopping and we'll go home and talk about it." I was trying to shrink into the ground before we got home. As we put our groceries away, I begged her not to make me go out dressed as I was again. "I think that can be arranged dear, if you promise to be a good girl and do as mother says. I know what is best for you and I expect to be obeyed. I waited for the ax to fall. "Would you like to be dressed like those two pretty little girls we saw in the grocery store?" "But... Why can't I..." "Now, see Prunella, I'm trying to be nice. Do you want to go on wearing the clothes you have on?" I knew I couldn't win. "No mother." "Will you be the obedient daughter that I would like you to be?" N ow I knew the plan. That's why she dressed me so terribly. She wanted an easy acceptance to be out of those awful clothes. "Yes Mother," "We'll go shopping tomorrow for your new clothes. And you won't be going by the name of Prunella. Your name will be Pamela, a name that I had picked out for you before you were born." I couldn't believe she was serious, she actually wanted to turn me into a girl. But, I thought I had better go along with the act, at least until I could change things, and at that point I was determined to change things. I wasn't about to become a girl. After I left home, I would change right back to a man again. I was never so mortified in my life, the day. Mother took me shopping and held up slips and panties to see how they would look and fit. She continually asked me what colors I preferred and how much lace trim I liked. I was exhausted when we finally got home, but mother insisted I dress in my new clothes right after we put them away in the bureau and closet that used to hold my boy's clothes. I wondered if I would ever see them again. As we laid the silken garments away, I was told to keep the items aside that I wanted to wear, so I did, and as we finished hanging up the last dress, my bed was filled with a lovely pink nylon slip, and panty set, bra, girdle, nylons, and blouse and skirt. Mother said I should also wear heels in order to get used to them. After I showered she helped me dress, and then made up my face. Then she gave me the surprise of my life, a beautiful little blonde wig that she said I should wear until my own hair grew out. I must admit that it changed my whole appearance and I wasn't too unhappy with what I saw in the mirror. In fact, the vision caused my penis to swell to the point that I thought my panty girdle would burst. It was hard to believe that I was giving myself a hard- on. I wondered, was it possible that I would be giving other boys a hard-on? Would they want to screw me? The thought sent chills through me and I felt the dampness in my panties. "Pamela, you look lovely. You're going to be a beautiful girl. Do you like your new look?" "Uh, yes, mother. The clothes look very nice on me and I love my wig." I decided I would go along and do whatever she asked, just to pamper her, because I knew it was only temporary, and I could be a boy again soon. Or so I thought. "But mother, what are we going to do about school? I have one more year to go and I can't go dressed as a girl." "I've already thought of that, and next week you'll be starting private school, a girl's school and I've arranged everything." Sure enough, the next week, I was introduced to the head mistress as Pamela Stevens, and mother and Dr. Brown (our family doctor) had arranges everything, so my last year of high school would be spent as a girl at a girl's school. I had spent the entire week before going to school learning how to walk, talk, sit, stand and act in a totally feminine manner. Mother has even taken the precaution of making sure that I took special "vitamin pills" every morning and night. She said they would help me with complexion problems. So I didn't have a lot of problems fitting in except with all the questions that the girls kept asking me about feminine things, like, did I have a boyfriend, etc. Things seemed to be going pretty well after a couple of months, and I thought I would be able to last out the year in spite of my friends trying to constantly fix me up with their brothers and friends of boyfriends. None of them had ever seen me with a boy, and I knew that two of my best friends were beginning to worry about me. But, I tried to justify it through having a hard mother. ** One day after getting home from school, Mother said, "Honey, I understand that the big school dance is next month. You are planning on going, aren't you? I hate to see you being alone so much." "Why no mother, I don't plan to go and have to dance with BOYS!" "Why not dear? You are a lovely girl now, you know." "Mother! You know I'm not. I'm just pretending." "Honey, have you noticed any difference in your body in the last few months?" I had noticed and I was getting very worried about it. My breasts were enlarging and together with my padded bras, I was really beginning to stand out. And my hips were different. Wider. And my peach fuzz had disappeared completely. "Why yes, I have mother, and I don't understand it. What's happening to me?" "Dear, you are just beginning to blossom into a true young lady, and I think it's time for you to act like one. I want you to go to the dance. Your friend Mary told me about it and how they have been trying to fix you up with dates, time and again." "But mother..." "No buts, young lady. You are going to the dance. And I guess I should let you know, those vitamin pills you have been taking are actually female hormones. You are well on your way to womanhood." "Mother, you wouldn't! You can't do this to me. It's not right..." "It is right. You've never been masculine. Not ever. So the next best thing is to be completely feminine. And I'm going to see to it that you are. Complete with an operation to change your sex in a year or two!" I was devastated. I couldn't believe it. She had won. Now I couldn't change back after school to the man I wanted to be. I was going to be a girl... FOREVER! My mother was going to get her way, as usual. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 78