Jeff said, “Wow, two job possibilities in one day. This is great. The company that called today is Ganzen and Son. They are the biggest in town. I’ll tell you what, let’s go for a malt, my treat. I’ll think it over and let you know what I decide. Is it a deal?” Jessie immediately replied, “Don’t call him the fairy prince. It isn’t nice. He is a nice young man. I like him. He treats me nice and is always pleasant to me.” I don’t know why, but I put my smooth nylon covered feet through that slip then pulled up up around my middle while Karen slipped something into the cups of my bra. “This will help fill out that bra of yours!” She exclaimed playfully, kneading the now protruding mounds with her fingers several times. Hey those are cute" she said, "I told Bri she could wear them"; I then knew that she was talking about my current underwear situation. "Let's see what PJs we can find you". The box was ripped open, and Em and her mom started pulling out clothes and sorting them. There was a lot of pink and almost everything was My Little Pony or Hello Kitty. I continued to use my mouth and tongue to, what she called, “Worship” her pussy, making her climax at least twice. The whole time she told me about things she said she would like to make me do and about things she said she would like to do to me. “I’d like to make you as feminine looking as possible!” She started out saying, then she went on. “Maybe force you to take female hormone pills that would cause you to grow firm breasts like any real girl! Then after you’ve been trained to act and move like a woman I’d love showing you off to my friends! Maybe even inviting a select few to get into bed with you!” She teased over and over.

The best part," Mrs. Jennings exclaimed. She walked over to the bay windows and removed the curtains. Their home faced a busy street, and windows actually hung a little over the sidewalk. "Come here, Kimberly." After a stronger and more intense second orgasm she climbed off of me then got to her feet, standing beside the bed. She planted her hands on her hips as she looked down at me. “You shouldn’t have stopped with just a bra and a pair of panties though!” She told me shaking her head. Oh good," her mother called from her bedroom in a normal voice. But when Mrs. Jennings came down the steps she was wearing an ugly frown. It was more than just a frown; it was a look of pure anger. Then I noticed Sarah didn't look too please either. The wedding day arrived and Jessie looked beautiful in her wedding dress. Jeff thought about how it was the first time he could remember her in a dress. They were both extremely happy. They celebrated their wedding night a little clumsily but it was successful. Jeff was in heaven and Jessie caught the feeling.My brain was on sexual overload and I found myself getting very hard. How I wish I could reach down and relieve myself. My reaction to the slip didn't go unnoticed by Mrs. Jennings. In a cold and hard voice she lashed, "So, you think this is fun, do you? That this is some kind of game for your sexual amusement." Then in a more sinister tone she whispered, "Well princess, the fun hasn't even started yet."

Where do you think you're going?" she hissed. "You wanted to be me…and now you're going to get your chance!" It hurts to be pretty," she commented in a stern tone while pulling out some more hairs. Then she took her scissors and thinned my eyebrows even more. "Much better. Now for your makeup."

Yeah I guess" I responded. I didn't want to tell her the truth. I didn't want to tell myself the truth. These actually felt great. They were really thin and the cotton was really soft, it also prevented the bouncing that my boxers allowed. I actually preferred these in comfort, but hated the design and gender they were made for. When I was a 13 year old boy, I lived with my aunt for awhile. My dad died of cancer and my mom was traveling for her job. Anyway, I was due to spend 2 months living with my aunt. I'm in my 30s now and when I was 13, it was the early 1990s. Around this time, fashion was a HUGE thing for teenage girls because movies like Clueless were coming out. Mrs. Jennings left the room and returned a minute later with a full-length mirror in her hands. She placed it in front of me and grinned at my reaction. I couldn't believe the change. I didn't look like a boy anymore; I looked like a young woman. I was beautiful. Pleeeeease," I begged, now scared to death. What if someone came by and recognized me? Mrs. Jennings walked over and frowned.