How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 5

Hello all! Here is the next part of the continuing story! I don't know far into the story I am actually going to get, but it is much easier to write in bits, so its possible that I may continue this series even if I have to leave...enjoy!

How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 5

It was strange getting up almost an hour earlier than normal to get ready for school, but considering the extensive work it would take to perfect our looks, I was totally okay with it. I had selected a simple blue dress with straps and a pair of matching flats (Dad said it would have been nearly impossible in heels our first day); Frank had gone with a pushup bra, a navy tube top, and matching skirt and sandals; and Mark was surprisingly non-conservative with a strapless, black and white striped dress that cut off way before his knees, as well as some flats. After securing our wigs with bobby pins, Dad set to work with our makeup, one at a time, and did a fantastic job. Frank was so pleased that he didn't even question where Dad acquired his talent, much to our father's relief.
     "Okay, boys...oh should I say girls?" said my father, smiling at his new 'daughters'. "Get together - I want to take a picture to commemorate your courageous stand." We all stood together, posing for the camera, and let Dad take the shot. "Thanks, you three," he said, then turned away. I could see that he had tears in his eyes.
     Afterwards, we all piled into our car, as usual, but in very unusual circumstances. Dad dropped us out front of the building, and Frank leaped out of the car joyfully, bounding into school with his usual exuberance. Mark, after seeing that there was no pandemonium caused by the appearance of some strange new girl on campus, slowly exited the car next. I was about to leave too, when Dad grabbed me. "Hang on one sec, Erik." I stopped, and turned to my father, who had that same glistening look in his eyes. "There's a lot of things I want to say to you right now," he said tearfully. "What you're doing both scares me and makes me extremely proud. But whatever the result, don't let this experience corrupt you. I'm worried that you're doing what you're doing because of me and who I am, but I don't want you to put your head on the line for something that I've tried to give up for years. Its an enchanting thing in our family, and I don't want you to be a part of the cycle that I've gone through."
     I was baffled by the sudden outburst of emotion. I had almost completely forgot about how personal this struggle was for my father, to see us doing the exact thing that he gave up. But how could something like this corrupt us? "Dad," I answered gently. "I was aware of how personal this issue was to our family. But this is about Judy more than anything else. Bullying of transgender, gay, crossdressing, or other alternative kids is unacceptable, and the best way I can see to stopping this abuse is by making the alternative a natural expectation. I hope that people can step into other people's heels for a minute and realize that there is nothing wrong, nothing corrupting about crossdressing. Besides," I said, smiling as I got out of the car. "I could never dream of being you, because I could never have been as fabulous as I remember seeing you long ago!"
     With that, I left for class, leaving my father with a small smile on his face that seemed to be equal parts pleasure and sadness.

I managed to slip into my usual desk without flashing anyone just before the bell, and attendance was called out by my first period teacher, Mrs. Paul.
     "Susan?"               "Here!"
     "Jackson?"            "Present!"
     "Owen?"               "Here!"
     "Erik?"
     "Here!" I called out, raising my hand. "But call me Erika, please." There were some snickers from the crowd. "You look a little different today, Erika," Mrs. Paul said, peering over her glasses at me. "New outfit," I replied to a ripple of laughter. Mrs. Paul smiled slightly, and went on recording attendance. The rest of the period ran rather smoothly - sure, there were plenty of whispers, but nothing that I didn't expect. I even had a girl complement me on my dress when I walked out of class. In the halls, I passed by Matt, who strode by without even a second glance. I rode my wave of success all the way through to lunch, were I regrouped with my 'sisters' to talk about the day.
     "How's it been going?" I asked, well aware of the plethora of disgusted, amused, and curious stares from kids around me.
     Mark shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Didn't really know what to expect. I didn't get a lot of attention - I don't normally talk in class - but I definitely heard some guys talking about me in class. Brett and his friends...they didn't take to kindly to my attire. But no physical harm..."
     "Wow, we've been lucky then!" Frank said happily. "Judy was kind of shocked when I showed up like this, and I had a couple people come up to us and ask if we were gay, but they haven't laid a finger on us all day! Must think we have cooties or something..."
     "...or something..." said an angry voice behind me. I turned, and saw Matt towering over me. "What the hell, Erik?" he seethed, visibly angry. "I knew you weren't against this kind of freakish display when Judy moved in, but I NEVER thought I would see the day when you were in a goddamn dress!"
     "Is there a problem, Matt?" I asked innocently. "And please, call me Erika," I continued, fluttering my eyelashes at him. That really set him off. "ERIKA?" he practically screamed. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY BEST FRIEND?"
     "I'm right here, Matt," I replied bravely. "Always have been. What I have been wanting to know is how the hell my friend could have given Judy so much flack. She's a genuinely good person...just with a different perspective on dressing than you and I. Now me and my brothers are trying out this perspective to show you and everyone else that normal people crossdress. Why don't you try it with us?"
     "Are you kidding me?" he shrieked, his eyes suddenly fearful. "If you thing that I'm going to even touch a dress like some sissy queer, then you've gone crazier than you look right now."
     "Really? Because I'm pretty sure you walked by me today without even noticing me..."
     He blushed angrily at that statement. "Oh, I noticed...I just couldn't believe that my macho best friend would be caught dead in a dress."
     "It's just a dress...what's the big deal? I'm still me. It's just like we're trying to prove - it's nothing to make a fuss about..."
     "Oh, it is definitely something to make a fuss about," Matt glowered, staring daggers into my madeup eyes. "A fuss that I will continue to make, as long as you continue to put up this charade and try to corrupt other normal boys. So I'm only going to ask you once: are you Erik my friend, or Erika the crossdressing nancy boy?"
     "You know who I really am," I said, trying not to show any emotion. "But until I prove this point, I'm Erika."
     "Then Erik is dead to me. As are his 'brothers'," he said, tossing a glance over at Mark and Frank. With that, my best friend of 17 years stalked off, and it took all of my willpower not to cry in frustration and sadness. Frank immediately embraced me in a hug. "You were so brave standing up to Matt," he said consolingly. "Wait until I tell Judy!"
     "Thanks, Francine," I whispered. At that moment, my resolve to validate my point grew stronger than ever, because I realized that I had just experienced a fraction of the pain that Judy suffered each day, and wanted no one to ever feel like that again.

How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 4

Hello all! Here is a segment of this series that is a little longer than before. It's my gift to you, but also I lengthened it a bit because I'm going to be in and out for the next couple of weeks, and wanted to get something concrete in. This installment is more buildup (which I apologize for if some of you are getting bored), but there are a lot of themes and sub-plots that I want to set up now so that they will make sense later. Hope you enjoy it anyways!

How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 4

It was strange getting up almost an hour earlier than normal to get ready for school, but considering the extensive work it would take to perfect our looks, I was totally okay with it. I had selected a simple blue dress with straps and a pair of matching flats (Dad said it would have been nearly impossible in heels our first day); Frank had gone with a pushup bra, a navy tube top, and matching skirt and sandals; and Mark was surprisingly non-conservative with a strapless, black and white striped dress that cut off way before his knees, as well as some flats. After securing our wigs with bobby pins, Dad set to work with our makeup, one at a time, and did a fantastic job. Frank was so pleased that he didn't even question where Dad acquired his talent, much to our father's relief.

     "Okay, boys...oh should I say girls?" said my father, smiling at his new 'daughters'. "Get together - I want to take a picture to commemorate your courageous stand." We all stood together, posing for the camera, and let Dad take the shot. "Thanks, you three," he said, then turned away. I could see that he had tears in his eyes.

     Afterwards, we all piled into our car, as usual, but in very unusual circumstances. Dad dropped us out front of the building, and Frank leaped out of the car joyfully, bounding into school with his usual exuberance. Mark, after seeing that there was no pandemonium caused by the appearance of some strange new girl on campus, slowly exited the car next. I was about to leave too, when Dad grabbed me. "Hang on one sec, Erik." I stopped, and turned to my father, who had that same glistening look in his eyes. "There's a lot of things I want to say to you right now," he said tearfully. "What you're doing both scares me and makes me extremely proud. But whatever the result, don't let this experience corrupt you. I'm worried that you're doing what you're doing because of me and who I am, but I don't want you to put your head on the line for something that I've tried to give up for years. Its an enchanting thing in our family, and I don't want you to be a part of the cycle that I've gone through."

     I was baffled by the sudden outburst of emotion. I had almost completely forgot about how personal this struggle was for my father, to see us doing the exact thing that he gave up. But how could something like this corrupt us? "Dad," I answered gently. "I was aware of how personal this issue was to our family. But this is about Judy more than anything else. Bullying of transgender, gay, crossdressing, or other alternative kids is unacceptable, and the best way I can see to stopping this abuse is by making the alternative a natural expectation. I hope that people can step into other people's heels for a minute and realize that there is nothing wrong, nothing corrupting about crossdressing. Besides," I said, smiling as I got out of the car. "I could never dream of being you, because I could never have been as fabulous as I remember seeing you long ago!"

     With that, I left for class, leaving my father with a small smile on his face that seemed to be equal parts pleasure and sadness.

I managed to slip into my usual desk without flashing anyone just before the bell, and attendance was called out by my first period teacher, Mrs. Paul.

     "Susan?"               "Here!"

     "Jackson?"            "Present!"

     "Owen?"               "Here!"

     "Erik?"

     "Here!" I called out, raising my hand. "But call me Erika, please." There were some snickers from the crowd. "You look a little different today, Erika," Mrs. Paul said, peering over her glasses at me. "New outfit," I replied to a ripple of laughter. Mrs. Paul smiled slightly, and went on recording attendance. The rest of the period ran rather smoothly - sure, there were plenty of whispers, but nothing that I didn't expect. I even had a girl complement me on my dress when I walked out of class. In the halls, I passed by Matt, who strode by without even a second glance. I rode my wave of success all the way through to lunch, were I regrouped with my 'sisters' to talk about the day.

     "How's it been going?" I asked, well aware of the plethora of disgusted, amused, and curious stares from kids around me.

     Mark shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Didn't really know what to expect. I didn't get a lot of attention - I don't normally talk in class - but I definitely heard some guys talking about me in class. Brett and his friends...they didn't take to kindly to my attire. But no physical harm..."

     "Wow, we've been lucky then!" Frank said happily. "Judy was kind of shocked when I showed up like this, and I had a couple people come up to us and ask if we were gay, but they haven't laid a finger on us all day! Must think we have cooties or something..."

     "...or something..." said an angry voice behind me. I turned, and saw Matt towering over me. "What the hell, Erik?" he seethed, visibly angry. "I knew you weren't against this kind of freakish display when Judy moved in, but I NEVER thought I would see the day when you were in a goddamn dress!"

     "Is there a problem, Matt?" I asked innocently. "And please, call me Erika," I continued, fluttering my eyelashes at him. That really set him off. "ERIKA?" he practically screamed. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY BEST FRIEND?"

     "I'm right here, Matt," I replied bravely. "Always have been. What I have been wanting to know is how the hell my friend could have given Judy so much flack. She's a genuinely good person...just with a different perspective on dressing than you and I. Now me and my brothers are trying out this perspective to show you and everyone else that normal people crossdress. Why don't you try it with us?"

     "Are you kidding me?" he shrieked, his eyes suddenly fearful. "If you thing that I'm going to even touch a dress like some sissy queer, then you've gone crazier than you look right now."

     "Really? Because I'm pretty sure you walked by me today without even noticing me..."

     He blushed angrily at that statement. "Oh, I noticed...I just couldn't believe that my macho best friend would be caught dead in a dress."

     "It's just a dress...what's the big deal? I'm still me. It's just like we're trying to prove - it's nothing to make a fuss about..."

     "Oh, it is definitely something to make a fuss about," Matt glowered, staring daggers into my madeup eyes. "A fuss that I will continue to make, as long as you continue to put up this charade and try to corrupt other normal boys. So I'm only going to ask you once: are you Erik my friend, or Erika the crossdressing nancy boy?"

     "You know who I really am," I said, trying not to show any emotion. "But until I prove this point, I'm Erika."

     "Then Erik is dead to me. As are his 'brothers'," he said, tossing a glance over at Mark and Frank. With that, my best friend of 17 years stalked off, and it took all of my willpower not to cry in frustration and sadness. Frank immediately embraced me in a hug. "You were so brave standing up to Matt," he said consolingly. "Wait until I tell Judy!"

     "Thanks, Francine," I whispered. At that moment, my resolve to validate my point grew stronger than ever, because I realized that I had just experienced a fraction of the pain that Judy suffered each day, and wanted no one to ever feel like that again.

How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 3

Here is the next installment of this story, where we finally learn of Erik's plan. I'm realizing as I continue to write that the plan may seem a little simple or unbelievable, but bear with me, because it gets more understandable as I continue to flesh out details. Enjoy!

How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 3

I had decided at that point that I was going to make crossdressing acceptable by going to school all dolled up, and hopefully with the support of my brothers I could make it seem normal to be someone like Judy. I ran home after school and darted up into the attic: to my satisfaction, everything was exactly where I expected it to be, Dad's old wigs, dresses, and assorted makeup were stashed in a trunk behind the vanity mirror. I began rummaging through the wigs first, tossing aside ones with holes or hairstyles that would look ridiculous on a teenage girl, and eventually began to sort out some of my favorites by color. I finally decided that I wanted to be a blonde and selected a beautiful honey colored wig when Mark walked in behind me. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

     "We're going to be girls for a week. Here, try this on," I said as I chucked him a brunette wig similar to mine.

     "Why?" he asked, neither angry nor fully supportive.

     "Because," I replied, as I adjusted my wig on my head. "That poor Judy is absolutely shunned in school, Frank is friends with her, and of all the people to be supportive of crossdressing in this town, it should be our family."

     "True..." Mark said softly. He looked down at the wig in his hands thoughtfully, then slowly put it on. "You know that Matt is going to hate you for this, right?" he said as he began to look through some assorted dresses with me. "I know. But if we can convince enough people to do this, he'll have to realize how ridiculous he's being," I replied. "Now are you willing to help me?"

     He looked down at the wig in his hands thoughtfully for a minute, then slowly slid it over his own hair. "I'm not as passionate about angering my friends as you seem to be," he said matter-of-factly. "But I do feel that our family has to do something in support of the Phillips, and this seems oddly appropriate, considering our father's history."

     "I'll worry about dealing with Matt," I replied with a smile. "Right now we just need to worry about looking like viable girls for tomorrow."

With that, Mark and I began a thorough search of Dad's old clothes, trying on different dresses, heels, skirts, tops, and bras to see what fit and what looked good. We were so busy modeling and evaluating outfits that we didn't hear our father come up the stairs to the attic. "Hey boys!" he called out as he jogged up the stairs. "What are you doing up in the att-"

     He froze as he glanced at us, all decked out in heels, minidresses, and our wigs. "Dad," I said, spinning around wobbly in my heels. "We need to talk."

     We sat down and discussed my plan to draw attention to the harmlessness of crossdressing by indoctrinating any and all guys at St. Elmo's to support Judy Phillips. "So what do you think?" I asked. "You look a little dazed"

     "I just didn't think I'd see the day when my boys would pick up my old habits..." Dad said with a small smile.

     "Sometimes, the only way to get someone's attention is by shocking them," Mark said. "It worked on you - hopefully we can get the same results at school."

     "Also, we we're wondering if you would teach us how to do our makeup tomorrow morning?" I asked. "Mark, Frank, and I could definitely use some expert advice..."

     Dad's eyes lit up. "I would love to!" He then suddenly sobered up. "But do we have to tell Frank?" he asked pleadingly. "I still don't want him to think that crossdressing is the reason why your mother and I broke up..."

     "You could say that you learned how to do makeup when you helped out at the annual school play for all these years," Mark responded. "Frank is trusting enough to believe that."

     "Alright," Dad answered. "But that means that you 'girls' will have to get up earlier in the morning to get ready."

     "No problem! Thanks for being so understanding," I said, hugging my dad. "Now you should let us get ready - we want to have some time alone with Frank to discuss our plan."

Dad left, and we finished picking out our outfits for the next day and waited for Frank. Right at 6 o'clock he came bounding up the stairs. He took one look at us in our new feminine attire and broke into a huge grin. "You guys look like Judy!" he giggled.

     "That would be a compliment, considering how lovely she looks," I said. "But we need to talk seriously for a moment, because we're dressed 'like Judy' for a reason."

     It wasn't hard to explain to Frank our reason for crossdressing, considering he had experienced Judy's pain up close as her friend. He eagerly took to the clothes we had set out for him, and tried out a few wigs before selecting a brown wig with a hint of auburn color in it. After we were all dressed fully, we sat down to discuss our plans for the next day. "I do not want to force you to do anything you are uncomfortable with," I told both of my brothers. "Because it is quite likely that we will be mocked, bullied, or otherwise tormented much like Judy. In fact, we may not be successful at all in our attempts to convert the boys in our school to dress like us. But I intend to be in full female mode for the next month and will try to get other guys to do the same. So from now on, call me Erika."

     "Ooooh! I want to be called Francine!" exclaimed Frank. "What's your name going to be, Mark?"

     "I don't know...I guess Marcella has a nice ring to it," Mark said. "But how are we planning on convincing anyone at our school to do what we're doing?"

     "Well, first, its important to get people sympathetic to our cause," I said, thinking out loud more than anything. "Then, hopefully it will snowball as we get a bigger and bigger following."

     "We should talk to Claire Van Dyke!" chipped in Frank eagerly. "I'd bet she'd help!"

     "Let's just try and get through tomorrow alive," cautioned Mark pragmatically. "Then we'll see if Claire can help us in any way..."

     "Agreed. Let's worry about looking passable for tomorrow," I smiled, knowing that with Dad's makeup help, Erika, Francine, and Marcella were sure to turn some heads the following day.

How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 2

To hold you over until I upload the final caption for the Thank You to Followers Week, here is the next installment of this new story. It follows directly after Part 1 and should be read as such. Enjoy!

How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 2

The news spread like wildfire through our little town. Reports that the Phillips had been forced to move out of their old city due to similar "issues" arose, and John Phillips took the week off, while Darlene remained inside their house as well. But poor little Judy...or whoever she really was...had to endure her first week of school. She was picked on by more than a few kids in school, including Matt. The teachers didn't really know what to do with her - the gym teacher, Mr. Bunyan, didn't know whether 'she' was a he who should change in the guys' dressing room, or whether she was really a girl, or even if 'she' was a he then he should change in the girls room because he acted like a she. Matt and his sophomore cousin Brett made the decision easy by refusing to admit her entrance to the boys room.

I felt really bad for Judy. Frank had reported that she started crying at least twice a day in classes, and on Friday had decided to go home early to avoid the torment. I was extremely shocked when I first figured it out Judy's secret, but I don't think anyone should have to suffer the kind of verbal abuse that she received that first week. But I suppose I had a unique relationship with crossdressers...

You see, my father was once a chronic crossdresser. He managed to keep it a secret from me most of my life, but at the age of 12 I discovered my mother and a tall, brunette woman having a heated argument in my parent's bedroom. And so I had my first conversation with my father, all dolled up in makeup, a wig, and a dress, about his fetish. He promised to stop, because Mom really seemed to dislike it. But about three months later, Mark and I discovered a large, secret stash of wigs and dresses deep in the attic, and we knew he hadn't given up his favorite pastime. We both were of the opinion that this was the reason why Mom left, but Dad said there were other factors too. He made a deal with us: "If you don't tell you're brother about my little secret or talk about your mother leaving," he said, fearful of repudiation by our younger, innocent 8 year old brother, "I promise to stop and be the best father you boys can ask for." We agreed, and Dad was true to his word - although he never could bring himself to getting rid of his stashes in the attic, he never once brought the box down into the rest of the house, and Frank never knew of Dad's more feminine side. Mom wasn't mentioned much after that, and it didn't matter because Dad was the best parent anyone could ask for.

For not knowing how close he was to a crossdresser, Frank had a large feeling of empathy for Judy. Saturday afternoon, he marched right up to the Phillips door (the first person in a week to do so) and asked if he could see Judy. To everyone surprise, he was not turned away, and actually spent the night at their house. He came home Sunday night, just as happy and bubbly as ever. "I think I found a new friend!" he exclaimed happily. Indeed, for the entirety of the second week of school, Frank and Judy could be side-by-side, always alone, but always together. Even when we got home, he couldn't stop talking about her. "She really just shy," he said one day, like there was no reason for her isolation. "Is she...actually a she?" I asked him out of curiosity. "I don't think so...but she's never out of a dress so I can't tell," he responded cheerfully, like it was no big deal. I was extremely proud of my brother at that moment - he was even more mature than me!

But although I was impressed with Frank, others weren't so keen on his interaction with Judy. Mrs. Sanders avoided him like the plague, and Mark had heard our father having long, heated conversations over the phone over what we assumed was Frank. Finally, one day in school, Matt confronted me. "Dude, why the hell has your brother been hanging out with...'her'?" he sneered, gesturing in the direction of where Frank and Judy were standing.

     "What's the big deal?" I asked. "So she's a little different...has she ever harmed you?"

     "It not about what she's doing now, it's what she's promoting in the future," he replied with disgust. "All it takes is one guy to dress like a girl, and everyone thinks its acceptable - its not! Like my grandpa says all the time, all it takes is someone to start an unnatural trend, and pretty soon the youth of this town - our generation - will be corrupted by such non-natural activities."

     I said nothing. "Fine," Matt muttered. "Stay passive. I for one am not going to let our town go to hell in a handbasket. So tell you're brother to leave "Judy" alone. I'll see you around."

He stalked off, managing to give Frank a hard shove on his way out. I stood there, upset by my friends words. How could he be so ignorant? Well if he's worried about unnatural activities, I thought to myself. I suppose we'll just have to make it a natural trend. As the bell rang for the end of school, I grabbed Frank by the wrist. "Be home by six o'clock sharp," I said. "Ow! Why so soon? I was going to go over to Judy's house..." he complained. "We're going to make our town go to heaven with a handbag," I replied mysteriously. "Just be on time."

How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 1

Hello all! First, I just wanted to say thank you to all of the wonderful people who have left kind messages in support of me and my recent captions. I really do appreciate your comments. Today, in light of an advancement of a new story I have written, I am going to start posting little chunks of the story (in order) over an extended period of time. This allows me to get work out quicker and test the waters to see if people like where I am taking the story.

So this story is based around a family of three boys in a small town called New Haven. The main character and narrator, Erik, discusses the inclusion of a unique family, the Phillips, into their town. The perspective of each person in the town on the new family seems divided, but Erik has a plan to make things right. If you like what you are reading, please let me know! I'll keep posting in smaller parts unless I hear strong disapproval.

How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story) Part 1

It all started when the Phillips moved to New Haven. It was late in August, only about two weeks before school was about to start, and I was mostly worried about surviving senior year. If only I knew what was in store for that year...

The Phillips moved in quietly across the street. John Phillips was to be working as a deputy to the sheriff, and came over to introduce himself and his family the next day to get acquainted with the folks around New Haven. His wife, Darlene, was a shy, quiet woman who earned some extra cash as a seamstress. Their daughter, however, was a bit of an enigma. Judy was her name, but no one saw much of her during the initial move; only a glimpse of a blond head in the window or the occasional sighting of her going to the mailbox was proof that she actually existed. My younger brother Frank was disappointed; he had heard that she was a incoming freshman like him, and was hoping to find someone to be his friend at St. Elmo's in the first few weeks.

Our curiosity over Judy grew as more details began to emerge about the Phillips. Old Man Rankel, the grandfather of my best friend Matt, swore that he saw two men in the Phillips' home one day, even though no one ever saw anyone besides John and Darlene come in and out of the house. Mrs. Sanders, the biggest gossip on our street, disagreed: she had sworn that she had seen two women and a girl sitting at the dinner table one evening. I even heard the mailman talking with my father one day about how he had delivered a package of wigs to the Phillips' house over Labor Day Weekend. It was all very strange.

The day before school was back in session, Matt, my brothers Frank and Mark, and I were all sitting in our lawn, mulling over the horror that was school, when we saw Judy for the first time out in public! She was walking down towards the middle of town in what appeared to be VERY large clothing for a girl her age. "Let's follow her!" whispered Matt. Intrigued, the four of us began hopping fences to inconspicuously follow her on her path into town. To our disappointment, she was only walking into her father's small side-room attached to the sheriff's office. "Aw, she's still as boring as we thought," moaned Frank. "Let's go get some ice cream, you guys."

     "You go," muttered Matt. "I'm going to see what she's doing..."

     "Suit yourself," said Frank. "Hey Erik," he said turning to me. "Will you buy me an ice cream cone? I'm all out of money..."

     "Of course," I sighed. "Let's go."

Frank, Mark, and I left for the dollar store down the block while Matt walked up to the window of Mr. Phillips' room. After paying for our ice creams, we came back five minutes later to find Matt running towards us, white as a sheet. 'GUYS GUYS GUYS!" he yelled, short of breath. "You're not going to believe..."

Before he could finish, a bell clanged as the door to Mr. Phillips' office came open. We all turned around to look, and were surprised to see a young, brown haired boy led out of the room by a tall, redheaded woman. "Oh my god," I said softly. "That woman is wearing the exact same outfit that Judy was wearing..." We all stood, mouths agape, as the two people walked back down the street in the direction of our neighborhood. "Wait a second," said Frank, confused. "I thought that no one else went in there..."

     "You're right, Frank," said Mark, who had gathered what Matt and I had figured out. "The exact same people that were in there came out."

     "So what does that mean?" asked Frank, innocently unaware.

     "It means," glowered Matt. "That we have some crossdressers in town."

END PART ONE

Mothers Know Best: Another Story

Hello all. I've been going through TG caption blogs, as usual, looking around at the various captions that people had posted, when one in particular caught my eye. It was over at Sexy Secret Sophie (a very excellent TG caption site, I highly recommend it) and I saw this caption. I don't really know exactly what enthralled me, whether it was the cute image, the way the piece was written, or the concept of mothers feminizing a whole group of friends; but regardless, it gave me inspiration to write a story along the same lines. To me, captions are an excellent way to concisely convey a delightful TG concept, but sometimes a concept is so good that it needs to be developed out to its maximum potential, which is where a longer story is required. Thus, because I was begging for more after reading the caption, I will extend out my own story to fill the void. It's kind of long, and I probably should have broken it up into more parts, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Mothers Know Best: Part 1

     Dan was ecstatic. He was a senior in high school, and in a few months he would be moving on to college! It wasn't really that he enjoyed the thought of more schooling; hell, he was one of the worst troublemakers in the school, and hardly ever was in class, but the ability to move out of his mother's control was an opportunity he would have to take. She was always riding him hard, especially since his dad had died. So what if he had conspired to cheat on a test with Arthur, his somewhat nerdy friend, or vandalized the side of the school with the twins, Mark and Carl, or even just smoked a little pot with Robert, his alternative buddy? Its not like he had gotten into trouble with the police or anything. They were the Fine Fellas, the baddest bunch around the drab old town, and nobody told them what to do! 

     He frowned though, thinking about past events. Lately, his mom seemed to be hatching a plan. He had noticed her talking with Julia, Arthur's mother, Sandy, Robert's mother, and Katherine, the twins' mom. It wasn't really that much of a surprise; all the mothers were real worrywarts and were constantly nagging the five of them. But it actually unnerved Dan a bit when he saw Sandy and his mom looking at him, whispering to each other. It was even more disturbing when Sandy laughed aloud and said, still looking at him, "Oh, Wendy, I think that's a great idea! I even got some of the necessary equipment in the attic! I can't wait to see how they all turn out!" At this point, Dan left the quickly left the room, to the sound of giggles and more whispering.

     But that had almost been a week ago, and nothing had happened. In fact, just today, he had come home at midnight, reeking of cigarette smoking, and his mom had just sighed and said, "Go to your room. I'll deal with this later. We'll have a talk in the morning." He smiled at that thought. I've broken her, he thought to himself. I could do whatever I want now. But it is almost one in the morning, and I am actually quite tired. I'll get up late tomorrow and tell the guys about my success. With that, Dan drifted off to a deep sleep...

     "Wake up darling..." his mother's voice cooed in his ear. "It's time we had a chat..."

     Dan groaned, still tired. He did not want to get up this morning and have a "talk". His entire body felt weak, his eyes felt heavy, and his lips were throbbing. Leave it to Robert to lace something into a cigarrette, he moaned to himself. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and saw his mother, beaming down at him. "How do you feel this morning?" she asked, still smiling.

     "Like shit..." he was about to answer, when he noticed something weird. His head felt like it was being constricted by something, yet at the same time his head felt soft, like he was still on his pillow. "I feel really different," he said, listing all of his ailments. "Think its some kind of virus?"

     "No," his mother replied. "I think its a result of your lifestyle choice. Here, let me show you..."

     She held something up and he saw the image of a somewhat attractive blond girl. "You think that I got herpes from this girl or someth - holy shit!" he screamed. "The lips...they're moving!" And then Dan realized the horrible truth. That wasn't just a picture of a girl; it was a mirror, a mirror that was showing him! "Dan, meet Daphne," his mother smiled as Dan looked stupidly at the mirror, feeling his porcelain smooth skin and soft blond locks. "This is the girl I've always wanted...a soft, demure daughter who doesn't smoke, cuss, or get into any sort of trouble at all. She's basically the complete opposite of you!" She laughed bitterly at this. "So stand by the wall, Daphne darling! I want some pictures to commemorate the event!"

     "No way!" Dan said, getting up to walk to the door. "You can't do this to me! I'm out of here!"

     Just as he was about to reach the door, his mother grabbed him by the throat. "YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!" she roared, as Dan struggled against here grip. Usually he was more than strong enough to overpower her, but for some reason he was just too weak. Finally, she marched him by the scruff of his neck and stood him against the wall. "Daphne darling, you don't really have a choice here," she said, locking the door behind her. "Either you stand here and pose for me like a good girl, or I will have to make this punishment even longer and even more humiliating. Understand?"

     Dan looked at the door forlornly, realizing that with the locked door there was no hope of escape. "Fine," he grumbled, and stood along the wall. "Fine, Mommy," his mother corrected him. "From now on you will address me as 'Mommy' and say my name anytime you speak to me. Got it?"

    "Yes...Mommy," he said.

    "Raise the pitch of you voice a little, darling," his mother said as she brought out a large, professional camera. "We wouldn't want people to discover Daphne's little secret, now would we?"

    "No, Mommy," Dan said, suddenly realizing the depth of his predicament. If he stayed like this, he would suffer, but if he told someone, he would be laughed at.

    "Alright then, Daphne, give me some sexy poses!" his mother called out. For the next hour she took photo after photo, instructing Dan how to pose in different positions, each more feminine than the last. It was a bit hard for him to maneuver in a pencil skirt and a tight blouse, but his pain was no concern of his mother's. "Oh, Daphne, you look so cute!" she laughed as she continued to snap photos. "Never in a million years would I have imagined you looking so adorable! Oh, the other moms are going to be so jealous when you look better than all of their daughters!"

     Dan knew better than to speak in the middle of a shoot, but his eyes widened in enough of a questioning manner that his mother continued. "Oh yes, Julia, Sandy, and Katherine are in on this too. It was perfect; Katherine is a pharmacist, so she was able to get all the drugs we needed to make you so weak and submissive, Sandy's job as stage manager at the theater gives her access to loads of wigs and dresses, and Julia's job at the salon means that you can look pretty with nice makeup and nails for as long as we want!"

     The incredible cunning of the plan shocked Dan. He had known all these things; known the jobs of the moms, known his mom's desire for a daughter, and known that she had been hatching a plan with the other mom's; but this plan went beyond even his wildest dreams! His only glimmer of hope lay in the fact that he was wearing a wig; that wasn't permanent. Yet. But what did she mean by 'daughters'? he wondered.

     When his mother was changing out camera lenses, Dan took the opportunity to speak. "Mommy?" he asked sweetly, answering properly in hopes of getting a straight answer. "What did you mean when you said, 'Daughters?' "

     She looked up at him, surprised. "You haven't figured it out? Boy, you sure are dumb. When I said that Julia, Sandy, and Katherine are in on this plan, I meant that they were fully in on this plan. We wanted to dissuade you and your friends of your ways, but we couldn't bring ourselves to seperate you. So we decided to change you all into submissive little daughters. Oh, the fun you'll have with you little girlies, Daphne, will be so much fun to watch!"

     She quickly snapped a picture as Dan looked at her shocked, still posing, with his eyes wide and mouth agape. "Perfect!" she said. "I think that was the best one yet! Here, Daphne, come take a look at yourself!

     Dan slowly walked over to the camera, afraid to look. He gasped as he saw the picture on the camera. He looked like a little feminine doll. Porcelain white, smooth skin, equally light blond hair, arms hanging out like a doll. His skirt and blouse were extremely cute, and even without breasts. The worst part was his face: in his moment of shock, his eyes had widened and his lips had parted, so his face was frozen in a sexy pose that only a doll would have. His mother then proceeded to go through each of the pictures, one by one, commenting on how each one accented his femininity. They were all unbearable to look at, even though the first one was the worst by far. "So what do you think?" asked his mother at the end of the sequence of pictures. "I want your honest opinion."

     He could see her staring at him carefully, and he knew that this was some kind of test. What do I do? he thought. Am I supposed to play her game and say that I like it? Or should I tell her how horrible they are? "Well, Mommy," he said finally answered in his feminine voice, trying to gain some sympathy. "I really don't care for them. I look too much like a doll, and am a little bit too feminine, I would prefer something a little more casual, like jeans and a simple top."

     He relaxed a little as she began to smile. "Well Daphne, I am very glad that you are sharing you own opinion about how you want to wear girls clothing! And although I think you look more like a cute girl than a doll, I can see what you are saying." Just as Dan thought he had scored a victory, she continued. "But if you think that is too feminine, you have no idea! A simple skirt and blouse is nothing! Daphne, you are about to permanently enter the feminine world, so you need to be comfortable with this side of you. Hold on a second." She got up and left the room (re-locking the door behind her, much to Dan's chagrin). In a few minutes, she came back with a large trunk. "Here," she said, throwing the trunk on Dan's bed. "You need to get used to feminine stuff. So I want you to undress and put on everything that is in this trunk. You may need to swap out wigs, but don't worry, your makeup can stay, so you don't have to learn how to reapply it." She then walked towards the door and opened it. "I'll let you change in here alone. I'll come calling in about a half-an-hour when I am ready to see you," she called out over her shoulder. "And remember, Daphne, when I say dress in everything that is in that trunk, I mean EVERYTHING."

     "Yes Mommy," was Dan's autopilot reply. He was a little excited about the fact that he could change out of that awful skirt and top. Satisfied with her "daughter's" believable smile, Wendy exited the room, locking the door behind her.

     Wendy sat in her parlor for the next thirty minutes, smiling smugly to herself as she thought about the success of her day. The sound of her doorbell woke her from her reflective state. That must be our guests, she smiled to herself, and went up to answer the door. True to form, the two guests arrived, and Wendy led the both of them upstairs. When they got to Dan's room, Wendy called out, "Daphne dear, we have visitors! I'm coming in!" She unlocked the door and opened it to a sight that made her smile. Her 'daughter' looked absolutely precious! In those fishnet stockings, ballet slippers that forced Daphne into a ballerina's position, and loads of petticoats underneath a cute plastic dress made her look so absolutely feminine. Even more so, the pink and light green coloring of her dress, the large matching heart in the background, and the silvery-blond wig pre-styled with two braided pigtails made her the cutest girly in the room! So what if she looked a little pouty; she had put everything on, from the wig to the clothes to the nail extension, all by herself.
     But while Wendy was absolutely glowing with happiness, Dan was horrified. It was bad enough that he had caved into her demands for dressing up with everything in that large trunk, but he had figure that at least he could have berated his mom privately about it. Instead, his face of pouty pleading turned to one of shock and burning shame as he looked at the guest in the doorway, who stood in front of his mother and a woman who appeared to be Julia.

     In the doorway stood one of the single most beautiful teenage girls he had ever seen. She was a perfect  five foot eight inches, hourglass figure squeezed into a beautiful blue dress that seemed to dazzle with a vibrant life. Her smile was even brighter; perfect rows of pearly white teeth surrounded by kissable pink lips. Long brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders, while a sexy little bump of hair added volume on top. But while all these qualities were enthralling, the most beautiful part of her appearance was her eyes. A deep chocolate iris, with perfect amounts of eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara, shined brilliantly under two softly arched eyebrows. Dan stood there in his ballerina shoes, staring at the smiling girl, who stood touching her gold necklaces with her pink painted hands, as her blue hoop earrings dangled from her ears. He immediately began to get an erection, which pushed against his new panties and rustled his petticoats, the embarrassment of which only cause him to grow harder. Why me? he bemoaned his situation to himself. Why does the hottest looking girl I have ever seen have to show up to me when I am in panties and a dress? She'll think I'm a freak! 
     Wendy seemed to notice her daughter's discomfort and decided to exploit it. "Alisha, this is my darling daughter Daphne, who used to be my son, Dan." Dan blushed profusely at this comment. "She's been a bit adverse to her new feminine role, so I decided to show her an extreme of femininity. What do you think?"
     The girl slowly sauntered up to where Dan stood. "Hi there," she smiled, flashing one of her megawatt smiles. "I'm Alisha, and I just love your hair. How did you style it so elegantly?"
     "It was a pre-styled wig I set out for her," answered Wendy, not letting her daughter have the chance to speak. "Daphne hasn't yet transitioned to real hair yet, like you have."
     "Aw, that's a pity," Alisha smiled at Dan again. "It's so nice having your own hair to style." She giggled, and Dan nearly lost it from the combination of lust and shame. His mother then jumped in again to torment him more. "Why, Julia," she commented, looking directly at Dan as she spoke. "I must say, your daughter looks absolutely stunning. I think she gets her sexy, girlish looks from her mother!"
     "Why thank you Wendy," Julia replied, playing along as she saw the questioning look on Dan's face. "And you daughter looks absolutely stunning as well! I must say that we have some of the cutest, girliest daughters around!"
     Dan was confused at what they were trying to insinuate. "But Mommy," he said, careful to address his mother properly. "I thought Mrs. Julia only had one child, her son?"
     "Why, didn't you understand?" Wendy asked, feigning shock. "This is her only child. She has no son anymore; only a wonderful daughter named Alisha!"
     Dan nearly fainted as he turned to Alisha, who was batting her eyelashes at him. "Albert?" Dan asked timidly in his girly voice. "Is that you?"
     "Albert? Who's Albert?" the girl before him asked. "I'm Alisha." But the unhappy look in her eye told all. Suddenly, Dan's world was turned upside down. Holy crap, he thought to himself as he stared at the volumptuous body of his friend. Mom was right. The other Fellas are being feminized too. But man, I would never guess in a million years that this hot babe was nerdy Albert. Jesus, if they could do this to Albert, there's no telling what they could do to me!
     He stood their, transfixed, unable to keep his eyes off of his friend 'Alisha'. His mother noticed his staring. "Daphne, do you like Alisha's appearance?" she asked innocently. In a stupor, he nodded, still dumbfounded. "Excellent!" Wendy clapped her hands. "I think you'll make a fabulous young lady, just like Alisha! Oh, I can't wait!"
     Alisha, serenely calm throughout the entire visit, suddenly looked at Dan in alarm after his submissive response. "Mrs. Wendy," she asked quickly, as she regained her calm, girlish demeanor. "Would you leave Daphne and I alone for a few minutes before she makes a decision?"
     "Why would you want to do that?" asked Wendy, suddenly alert at the possibility of leaving the two 'girls' alone to plot an escape.
     "Well, as the resident beauty here, I must discuss all the possible hair colors, makeup techniques, and dress choices with my friend Daphne before she makes a decision on her appearance!" Alisha quickly replied,  making sure to sound extra girly. Wendy, soothed by the obvious feminine glee in Alisha's voice, relented. "Alright," she said smiling. "If you two girlfriends want to talk about girly things for a while, I suppose we shouldn't stop you. Julia and I will leave you alone for a while."
     "Thank you, Mrs. Wendy," Alisha said, quickly curtseying. On her way down she nudged Dan to indicate him to do the same. "We'll have so much fun, won't we, Daphne?"
     "Oh yes, thank you Mommy," Dan said, catching the hint and managing to curtsey without falling over in his ballet shoes. "You're welcome girls," Wendy smiled at her feminine daughter and her girly friend. "We'll be downstairs if you need anything."
     With that, Wendy and Julia exited the room, locking the door behind them to ensure that their 'daughters' wouldn't have any second thoughts. Immediately Alisha exhaled and her perky appearance visibly drooped. "I'm glad that's over," she sighed.
     Dan was taken aback by the sudden change. "Albert, that really is you, isn't it?" he asked.
     "SSHHHH!" his friend silenced him quickly. "Their just down the stairs and they can still hear us! WHY YES, DAPHNE," he spoke loudly in his girly Alisha voice. "I DO THINK YOU WOULD LOOK GREAT IN A MINIDRESS!" His voice then dropped again. "You have to speak softly, because if they hear us addressing each other by our real name, or talking about anything other than dresses and makeup, they'll kill us!" he hissed.
     "Sorry," Dan replied, as Albert began fussing with his hair and rubbing his face. "I just was so taken aback by your appearance that I couldn't believe it was really you!"
     "Yeah, I know," said Albert, as he continue to rub his face and poke around his eyes. "I couldn't believe it when I saw myself either. I've never been very gifted physically, but man do I look gorgeous now."
     "Yes you do," said Dan softly, with a twinge of jealousy. Who would have thought that I would be jealous of Albert being a regular girl, he thought ironically. He watched Albert play with his eyeballs. "What are you doing?" he asked.
     "Contact lenses," was his brief answer. He then pulled the second one out. "Got it. Damn, who'd thought that I would turn down contact lenses? Oh well, its for the greater good." He looked at Dan with his clear green eyes. "Can't be looking too pretty, now, can we?" he said with a sad smile.

     Dan looked at his friend and finally realized what he had been doing. The bump in his hair was gone, replaced by a slightly more unkempt straight hairdo. His eye shadow was smeared around to give it a slightly less professional look. Albert had even removed some conditioner that had been hiding the lip stud that he had had since freshman year. He still appeared like a regular teenage girl, but Dan could definitely tell that it was Albert behind all the makeup. "You still look gorgeous, even with the changes," he said, admiring Albert's handiwork.
     "I know," he said with a resigned sigh. "But its better than looking like a perfect goddess all day and night."
     "I don't know," Dan responded, thinking of how good 'Alisha' had looked. "It's got to be better looking like a hot chick than some feminine dolled-up freak like me."
     "NO!" Albert said quickly and emphatically. "THOSE HEELS WOULDN'T MATCH YOUR PURSE!" he called out quickly, covering up his audible distress to calm their mothers. His voice then dropped again, and he looked directly at Dan with his powerful green eyes. "Don't think like that. Don't give into what your mother is trying to do to you," he said, almost pleading with Dan. "I made the mistake of thinking like you did, and my life has been hell ever since! You may be at one extreme of femininity, but I'm on the other; it's not much better."
     "What are you talking about?" asked Dan, incredulous. "I look like a freak, and you look normal! And don't give me that crap about not giving in; you've acted like a complete girly-girl the whole time, even when you knew it was me!"
     "Because I have to!" he quickly retorted. "My mother was in the room and she has complete control over me. Its a double-edged sword: if I obey her, I must act as her completely feminine daughter Alisha. If I don't obey her, she uses the femininity against me!"
     "What are you talking about?" Dan asked. "I'm drugged to be weak. What is your mother doing to stop you from walking out on her?"
     "She doesn't need drugs; she has my image," Albert said, getting teary-eyed. "She dressed me up about three days ago at her salon, gave me these extensions, a full mani-pedi, and took a picture of the results. I figured, like you said, that I could just walk out, because I could cut my hair, the nail polish would wear off, and I'd be free. But then she showed me how sexy I looked in her pictures. And told me that if I ran off or didn't do what she said, she would post the pictures online on porn sites and give any interest viewer my location. I may not be weakened by drugs, but I'm not strong enough to fend off a horny 200 pound guy trying to rape me! Oh, it's horrible!" He began to sob for real this time.
     Dan looked at his crying friend in horror. Holy shit, he thought, remembering how quiet Julia had been. I thought his mother was a pushover, but she is one nasty lady! Poor Albert's got it rough...
     "I'm sorry," Dan said, managing to get far enough in his ballet slippers to lean over and hug Albert through his petticoats. "I had no idea..."
     "It's okay," he sniffled, as he began to wipe away his tears. "Shit, my makeup is running," he said. "Mom's not going to like that."
     Dan's heart suddenly beat with fear for his friend. "Albert! How are you going to explain your changes in hair and makeup to your mom?" he asked fearfully. "She'll know somethings up and wonder what we were doing!"
     "It's okay," he smiled softly. "I was prepared for this. I'll just tell her that I was demonstrating a more casual look for you that you could try out before you get completely glammed up like I was before."
     "You always were smart, Albert," Dan smiled at the evidence that his friend Albert still existed in the guise of Alisha.
     "Thanks," he smiled back. "But you need to be smart too," he said in a serious tone, as the two could hear the soft footsteps of their mother coming up the stairs. "I've been surviving because I will act like Alisha when required, but never anymore. Do you think you can walk the line?"
     "I think so," Dan said, as the footsteps grew nearer.
     "Excellent," Albert grinned a smile of hope at his friend. "That leaves only one question...Pink nail polish, or clear nail polish?" he asked in his girly voice right as Wendy and Julia opened the door."
     "Pink!" Dan exclaimed in his girly voice.
     "Great choice Daphne," Albert said, winking at his friend. "Oh, hello Mom, Mrs. Wendy," he said, turning in his heels to face the two mothers. "I was just discussing nail polish with Daphne here, and she picked a fabulous color!"
     "That's great!" said Wendy, pleased at how happy her daughter and her friend looked.
     "Yes, I'm so glad that you two are enjoying you girl time," said Julia. "And I hate to break it up, but Alisha, we have another hair appointment in 20 minutes and we need to get going."
     "Of course," Albert said. "I was looking forward to it all day! But can I give Daphne a hug goodbye first?"
     "Yes you may," Julia replied. "Thank you for asking. You may go hug Daphne."
     Albert bounded over to where Dan was standing and gave him a big squeeze. "Promise me you won't let yourself be turned into a glamorous girl like me?" he whispered in Dan's ear.
     He thought about it for a moment. It was such a simple request, and he really wanted to do what his friend asked. But as Dan stood there hugging Albert, loving the feeling of his friend's soft hair and slender arms, while simultaneously loathing the feeling of his stiff petticoats and bouncing pigtails, he knew what his answer was. "I can't promise that," he whispered. "I'm sorry."
     He felt Albert increase his squeeze strength for a second, then release it, as if sighing. "Don't give in" were Albert's final words as he pulled away from their embrace, looking over his shoulder at Dan with a sad smile. He stared at Dan like this the whole time as he was escorted out of the room by his mother. He maintained his composure until they got into the car; then he began softly sobbing.
     "What's the matter, Alisha?" asked Julia, concerned.
     "It...it's just that...that...that," he said through sobs. "D...D...Daphne is s..s...so happy!"
     "Oh, honey!" Julia said sympathetically, misinterpreting her daughter's tears. "It's so sweet that you are so emotionally happy for your friend! She's lucky to have a friend like you!"
     'She' is extremely lucky to have me as a friend, but she is too blinded by femininity to appreciate the advice from the real me! Albert thought silently as he sobbed all the way to his hair appointment.
     

First Story!

This is a one part story about a college boy named Tom, who gets hypnotized by his co-ed neighbor. Hope you enjoy!

Curiosity Killed the Cat

          Tom was a very lucky man. At the age of 21, he did exceptionally well in school, made lots of money at his job in the hardware store, and was still able to party every weekend. His friends were always jealous of how lucky he was with the ladies, calling him 'The Cat' because of how he stalked his prey with animal intent and always got what he wanted. But life was on the upswing even then. A new senior co-ed had moved into the dorm room right next to his, a stunning brunette named Maddie who was all tits, hips, and ass. Tom immediately knew that she was one for him, as she was constantly in skimpy, provocative outfits and always gave him a lustful look as she passed by him in the halls. But even more amazing than her body was her voice. Maddie would sing to herself in her room at night, crooning softly and beautifully as Tom listened through the locked door between their connected rooms. He would fall asleep constantly to her voice or whatever song she was singing with next door.

          Finally, Tom decided to make his move. A week after she moved in, he confronted her in the hallway when they were alone. True to her slutty demeanor, Maddie was dressed only in a tight black corset, with a black bow perched right between her firm breasts, and a short black miniskirt that barely covered her panties. "Hi," greeted Tom, flashing a winning smile. "I heard you singing in your room last night. You have a beautiful voice."

"Thank you," Maddie grinned as she batted her heavily made-up eye lids. "Maybe I could give you a private performance sometime."

Oh, this is going to be too easy, thought Tom to himself. "Sounds great! Why don't you come alone to my room Friday night?"

"Oh, I don't know if that night will work," said Maddie as she brushed her silky hair behind her ear. "I think I need at least three more nights. How about Saturday evening?"

"Okay, works for me," he replied. "But only if you flash me a little something to hold me over for that extra day?"

"Alright," she grinned coyly, leaning over to expose her enormous tits to Tom. "And as an added bonus," she said as she lifted her miniskirt to reveal her lacy black panties. "Now I've got to run. Bye, sexy!" and she turned around, leaving Tom drooling at the preview of what he was going to see Saturday night. But the one thing that struck him as odd was a small bulge pushing out from Maddie's panties. He spent the rest of the day wondering about what it could be. Tom fell asleep that night wondering with a slight doubt in his mind about Maddie's 'imperfection'.

          That night, Maddie left the song she was listening to on repeat as she donned headphones, knowing that Tom could still hear the tape, even if no one else in the dorms could. So all through the night, Tom's subconscious was molded by the repeating poetic line:

"You know what you fear,

About Maddie dear.

That small hint of doubt,

 Is beginning to clout,

 all of your judgment now.

You want to discover,

What's under her cover.

You desire to feel,

That suspected eel,

Which slithers in her gown.

You yearn to touch,

Because you have a hunch,

That she is no 'she' down below."

         So Tom spent all of the next day, and all of Friday, staring at the now apparent mass between Maddie's legs. It was apparent as she strutted towards him in her extremely short skirts, blowing him a kiss as she did, and it was obvious whenever she arched her back to stretch, tossing her soft, straight locks back as she thrust her mystery package forward. Each night he laid down, trying to rationalize how a beauty like Maddie could have a manly surprise in her groin area, falling asleep to Maddie's song as it shaped his subconscious each night to make him more and more intent to discover the truth about his dream 'girl'.

          Before he knew it, it was Saturday night. He had spent three whole days pondering Maddie's hidden item and unknowingly spent three nights becoming more and more lustful to find out what it was for sure. A soft knock on his door jolted him from his life-absorbing trance and he opened the door to find Maddie leaning sexily against the door frame in only her black corset, black panties, and matching 5" pumps. Tom quickly glanced at her face and noted the excessive amount of mascara and black eye shadow, her eyebrows shaped into a sexy arch, and her shiny lips colored with red lipstick. Her hair was straightened and covered most of her right eye, adding to the sexy appeal of the gorgeous locks that ran down to her shoulders. The corset pushed her breasts up beautifully, making them appear larger and more inviting. But Tom's eyes lingered on her panties, where the small bulge he had just noticed three days ago now seemed like a large lighthouse beacon, attracting all of his attention. Eventually looking back into her deep brown eyes, he offered her a seat on his bed. He sat down first and Maddie sexily swayed over to join him, opting to sit in his lap instead of on his bed. She nuzzled against him, pressing her tits into his chest to try and seduce him. Yet all Tom could do was stare at her panties, feeling something in there press against his thigh. Maddie finally caught the gaze and smiled. "Oh, I see you already have something in mind that you want to see instead of my song. That's okay. I knew you were the man for me by the way you gaze at me lustfully."

          She dismounted from his lap and motioned for him to move away and turn around. "I don't think it's proper for you to see me undress," she chided jokingly. Finally, after removing all of her clothes, Maddie gave him the okay to turn around. Tom obeyed, and was shocked and surprisingly pleased with what he saw.

          There sat Maddie, her enormous breasts freed fully, her hair tickling the tops of her mounds. But down below, there was a large, 7" erect cock between her legs! "Now, I hope this isn't too much of a shock for you," she said as she began to play with her dick. "I tried to drop some hints for you before our date. But the fact that you still went through with the date and aren't running away means you're curious. Am I right?"

          Tom stood still, getting a stiffie of his own seeing Maddie naked. "Yeah, guess I am interested," he confessed, bewildered. "I just don't understand how someone like you can look so stunning and still hide that huge member!"

"Yes, I suppose it is an art. But anyone, man, woman, or anything in between, can look as sexy as me with a little work. Why, even you could be a hot blonde if you wanted to!"

          Maddie smiled as she saw a somewhat dreamy gaze from Tom at that comment. He then opened his mouth to reply, then shut it quickly. "You want to touch it, don't you?" whispered Maddie.

"Yes," mumbled Tom, blushing as he did.

"Well, I'm sorry dear," replied Maddie forlornly as she began to gather her items from off the ground. "I have a strict policy of only letting women, or people who dress like women, touch my dick. So you will never be able to feel my dick. Unless, of course," she said, stopping her walk away from Tom to look over her shoulder at him. "You dressed like a decent woman." With that final comment hanging in the air, Maddie exited Tom's room through the joint door between their rooms, softly locking it behind her.

          So there sat Tom, more confused than ever. Here was his dream girl, someone who wasn't really a girl at all! Even worse, Tom was beginning to realize the extent of his obsession with her cock. Some part of him was actually considering dressing as a woman to get a hold of Maddie's dick! Trying to fight the thoughts in his head, Tom went to sleep, swearing to himself that he was going to break romantic ties with Maddie the next morning. But Maddie's new tape had other plans in mind. The new recording, programmed to play continuously for a month when Tom was sleeping, attacked the macho part of his subconscious, instead programming these thoughts into his head:

"You don't want to touch, you want to suck Maddie's beautiful cock. After seeing it in all its glory, mere touching cannot suffice. You want to taste her womanly seed, revel in her thick, erect glory. But to achieve this, you know you must become the woman of her dreams. Ask her what she wants. Buy the necessary products. Find out how to use them. Act more feminine, talk more feminine, think more feminine. If you do this, you will then get what you need to satisfy you."

Over and over the tape played, day after day, week after week. The very next day after their visit, Tom went to meet Maddie. After greeting each other, Tom asked, "So Maddie, what is your idea of a perfect woman?"

"Keeping you options open, eh?" smiled Maddie knowingly. "Well, I like a very feminine blond woman in black, with lots of jewelry, heavy makeup, and lots of perfume. Oh, and lace and short skirts are a requirement." " Anything else, you want to know, Tom? Or should I call you Tina?" she teased.

          Tom walked away with a huff at that comment, muttering to himself that he was "Just keeping his options open." But after another six days with the hypnotizing tape playing, there was only one option 'Tom' wanted. After that first week, he had gathered up enough courage to spend his entire month's paycheck on a wig, makeup, blouses, skirts, corsets, bras, panties, stockings, heels, jewelry, and perfume. After five more days of the tape, 'Tina' had gotten very skilled with makeup, jewelry, perfume, matching clothes, and fixing her hair. The end of the third week found Tina dolled up every night, swaying her hips, prancing around in 5" heels, acting feminine in every way possible, just as the tape recommended. 27 days after her encounter with Maddie's true self, Tina finally became comfortable with her new self. Dressed up in her favorite outfit, she looked at herself in the mirror. She quite stunning, just like Maddie had said was possible. She was scantily clad in a black, nylon mesh mini dress that was very see through and ended just below her very visible lace panties. Her smooth, hairless legs ended in 5" stiletto heels, while a lace choker covered her Adam's apple. Black bracelets jingled on her wrists, while long, black chandelier earrings hung sexily from her newly pierced ear lobes.  Her hair was long and soft, a brown wig with lots of blonde highlights, giving Tina the appearance of being a dirty blonde. Her bangs parted off to the sides so that hair hung like curtains pulled just barely across her exquisitely made-up eyes. Below her delicately arched eyebrows, Tina's blue eyes were framed by long, thick lashes heavy with mascara, while purple eye shadow on her eyelids and white eye shadow just below her eyes and above the purple made her long lashes pop even more. Just below her nose, between two flawless cheeks, Tina's lips were drawn into a perfect cupid's bow, with light pink lipstick and matching, moist lip gloss to perfect those cock-hungry lips.

          Satisfied with the perfection of her look, Tina decided that it was time to reveal her new self to Maddie. After spritzing on a healthy dose of perfume, Tina sauntered over to the door joining her room with Maddie's and knocked daintily on it. Posing in the same way Maddie did during their last date, leaning sexily against the door. Maddie opened it after a minute, hiding her pleased smile by covering her hand over her mouth as she saw the raging beauty before her. "Hello, beautiful," moaned Tina lustfully in her new, feminine voice. "I'm Tina Serenity. But I can't be serene without a chance to put my lips on that beautiful cock of yours. Come on, baby. Let me at it."

          Maddie smiled, pleased with the results of her hypnotic tapes. "Why, hello, 'Tina'," she chucked. "I see you were eager to meet my demands for getting your slutty lips on my cock. What a surprise. I had you pegged for a bimbo slut the minute I saw you. But enough talk. Let's complete your transition."

          With that, Maddie stripped down, exposing her semi-erect cock, smiling at how the heavily made-up eyes of Tina lit up at the site of it. "Now, slut, I am going to put these headphones on your head, and then you will suck me off. Understand, bimbo?" Tina nodded, licking her frosty pink lips eagerly. So Maddie put the headphones on Tina's soft blond head and over her ears, while the final tape began to finish the transformation of Tom into Tina.

          "Your name is Tina. You are a bimbo slut who loves sucking Mistress Maddie's cock. You will follow her every command, partially because you are too stupid to act of your own free will, but mostly because you want another opportunity to suck Mistress' cock. Now grab her cock."

          Tina followed the orders of the tape, grasping Maddie's large member in her dainty hand. "Pump your hand, you bimbo," ordered the tape. "Feel it grow in your hand, all warm and thick. You love this feeling, don't you, Tina?"

"Oh yes," moaned Tina as she began to pump Maddie's cock with her hand.

"Now take Mistress Maddie's wonderful dick in your mouth. Love the taste of your lipstick mingling with her swollen flesh. Now work it around in your mouth. Please your mistress."

          Maddie began to gasp with pleasure as Tina's lips and tongue began to work her into an orgasm. "Any minute now," whispered the tape to poor Tina. "Mistress Maddie will begin to release her seed into you delicate mouth. You are to swallow all of it, not letting a single drop of her sweet nectar escape. After this final act, when you swallow her seed, Tom will be gone, and Tina will be here forever. You will only be able to think about feminine things like makeup, fashion, shopping, cleaning for Mistress,  and pleasing Mistress. So say goodbye, Tom. Tina is here to stay."

          As this final statement was uttered, some part of Tom's subconscious reared up, realizing the gravity of the situation. He screamed in Tina's head, "Noooooooooo!" as Maddie finally climaxed and erupted into Tina's mouth. After swallowing Maddie's sperm, Tina's head cleared, of Tom, her past, and almost everything else. She looked up at Maddie with a blank, yet happy stare, her dirty blonde hair falling over her left eye. Maddie smiled at her, pleased with how good her bimbo had gotten at makeup in such as short amount of time. "Well, slut, did you like your first blowjob?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Mistress Maddie," squealed Tina. "Your cock is absolutely scrumptious!"

"Yes, it's just one of the many chores that you will be doing around here from now on, such as cleaning, washing, and serving guests."

"Oh goodie! I can't wait!"

"I know, neither can I! But first, we ought to go shopping, improve your appearance a little, and then you can move in with me!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Maddie! How would I every get along without you?"

"Not very well, sweetie. You're a bit hopeless when it comes to thinking activities. So come on, let's go!"

          And with that, Maddie led Tina through the department store, both scantily clad in 5" heels, where they purchased the frilliest panties, bras, and dresses, as well as very revealing clothes and slutty makeup. A quick stop at the local plastic surgeon gave Tina an ass to die for, as well as size 32FF breasts that only added to her bimbo appearance. Finally, a trip to the salon ended up with Tina getting her eyebrows permanently arched, slutty permanent makeup applied, false lashes glued in, collagen lips to make them the perfect cock-sucking size, two inch acrylic nail attachments that were painted pink, and long, bleach blonde hair extensions that allowed the stylists to give Tina lots of volume on top with hair still way past her shoulders. She was a walking wet dream, who tottered around Maddie's room in 5" pink stilettos, pink panties, and a pink see-through blouse every day, serving Maddie's every whim. After a little practice adding a little makeup, Tina looked stunning 24/7, with long, thick lashes, black eye shadow and eyeliner, and of course shiny pink lipstick and lip gloss to make her puffy lips that much more slutty. She was Maddie's blonde bimbo, but Maddie had plans for her. A new junior had taken over Tina's old dorm room after she had left for Maddie's room, and she had seen him eye Tina's waggling, exposed butt many a time in the halls. Maddie suspected that with a little influence from the tape, Tina could have her own little playmate to suck off and be serviced by. It's like they say, she thought to herself as she watched Tina tease her cock with her pink lips. Curiosity killed 'The Cat', but satisfaction brought 'her' back.


Images credited to Steffi at steffimariechen.blogspot.com and Nikki at nikkissweetdreams.blogspot.com