Aunt Mary said, “We are so glad you are enjoying it my darling. We still have lots in store for you.” Carolyn will you please go and get the things we are going to dress baby Chrissy in?” She wore a tight white athletic top, which made her large breasts look super-soft and lovely. A bright red pleated tennis skirt barely covered whatever she wore underneath, and her white kidskin-leather over-the-knee boots had "sensible" 4-inch heels. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community I knew from Day One that you were no man. Certainly not man enough for MY daughter! I really am very happy she found Tyrone. Now THERE's a REAL MAN!"

Priscilla. It's your new name. It seems Margaret's the only one in the family who had some idea of the truth about you. My lawyer took care of the name change petition: I guess we can forget all about Peter," she said sadly. "Anyway, I used this week to get a crash course in Sissy Syndrome and forced feminization from Dr. Poole. No one knows more about feminizing sissy boys like you than she does. No more lies and pretense for you, missy!" She got out and took my big pink suitcase out of the trunk, as I nervously got out of the car. Tyrone just looked at me and laughed. I could see my breath in the chilly garage as Jill brought my suitcase inside, instructing me to wait until she returned. In a few days, we arrived at the well-appointed offices of Dr. Alice Poole; that's who we were seeing. I was determined to convince her that this was all a big mistake, and that Margaret had set me up. Margaret's little game was about to come to an end.Father, I'm Mrs. Alexander and one of your students is staying with me over the holiday. It seems we left without his suitcase. Did you happen to come across it in the driveway last evening?” As bad as it was, I dreaded the next part even more. On the screen, I retrieved a pair of Mom's casual khakis and held them up to my body as I looked in the mirror. "Mom's such an butch cow, it's no wonder she can't keep a man." Startled, I didn't know what to think. Had she really offered to end all of this? And, more to the point is this I really wanted down deep? Reflecting on all the events of the previous 24 hours, it didn't take long for me to stand and spreading my petticoats and skirt carefully, more gracefully took my seat again. I cringed when I saw it. "Where did you get this?" I asked nervously. It was a Halloween picture from a couple of years before. Aunt Mary interrupted, “Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make do, Happy Thanksgiving.”

Caught in a treacherous web where failure means death or worse, Clara and Connor navigate through the tangle of secrets, lies, and emotions, each doing their best to complete their missions. Will he be able to break through her wall and find out what she's hiding, or will she resist and cause him to fail? Will they find the answers in time, or will deviants be wholly eliminated? Only time will tell. Language: English Words: 62,190 Chapters: 20/? Kudos: 8 Bookmarks: 2 Hits: 131And Julie really... well... at least she's staying in the music program now. Unfortunately, there are bigger things to deal with. Like the fact that Luke is forgetting he ever used to be a person and Julie thinks that they might just be a little bit in love with each other. Maybe. Definitely not. But maybe. Yes, that's much better, sweetheart,” answered Carolyn, a knowing smile crossing her lips. “Sit here and I'll start your bath water,” she said, turning and entering the adjacent bathroom. Brother, dear, can I give you anything? How about another cookie? Peter, the ball game's on TV. Can I turn it on for you?" Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat. My skin crawled as I washed the swimsuit and cover-up in my bathroom sink and hung them to dry on my shower rod. I couldn't believe what I was doing. As I returned to my room, I saw my Mom holding the two giant breast forms in her hands. With a disgusted sigh, she placed them in my dresser.

She sighed exasperatedly. "Dear, what have I told you about throwing your things on the floor." To my horror, she reached down and retrieved the swimsuit and cover-up where I had thrown them on the floor. She held the chiffon cover-up and swimsuit at arm's length and she gulped hard, and forced another smile. "These things are really too delicate to machine wash. You should know how to hand wash them in the sink." My head was spinning! After the judge left the courtroom, I sat limply in disbelief. Dad was white as a sheet. Mom looked at me like I was dirt. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't let them believe I was a sissy: "Mom, Dad, this is all a big mistake! Please! You can't believe that stuff. I'm not a Class III anything! Margaret, tell them the truth, damn it. This is serious!" I looked at my parents. My throat was completely dry and my heart pounded: "I-I'm sorry... for not telling you that I'm a ... sissy," I whispered. This couldn't be happening. It was a bad dream. It had to be. My mind reeled and I couldn't believe my ears. "What the... you're lying. That stuff's not real! Who would sell something like that?" I looked up at her with my carefully made up eyes in the mirror, asking for explanation without a word.I began to grow uncomfortable as my felt my bladder fill up and Carolyn, taking notice asked, “Is there something wrong, sweetheart?” Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?” Aunt Mary asked, giving the skirt a shake. An almost imperceptible moan escaped from my lips, as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing my nylon-sheathed thighs seemed to envelope me in a kind of soft cloud. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't wait any longer. “I have to use the restroom,” I finally whispered. By the time Margaret finished, my bottom was on fire, and I was sobbing uncontrollably. I was only able to regain my composure after Margaret threatened me with more if I didn't stop crying. I sniffled and rubbed my eyes.