Date: Sat, 09 Oct 2004 19:15:54 -0400
From: Andrea Smith <andreabreasts@hotmail.com>
Subject: ABDUCTION OF THE MIND-PART 1(TG)

Abduction of the mind, Body and soul
A Story By Andrea Smith

How in the world do some of these people allow themselves to be controlled?
Why would you let others force you into doing something you don't already
want? What situation would ever exist that would push you to the edge of
reality?

John would never allow someone else to control him, his mind or his body.
At least that's what he thought before he allowed the abduction of his own
common sense, and his own being.

Growing up in New York City is hard enough, but growing up as a soft-spoken
demure boy is even worse. John got picked on all the time by the bigger
kids, boys and girls alike. The early teen years were no different in that
department, except that he had begun to experiment a little with women's
clothing. He would feel a little guilty about wearing his sisters things,
and would often think what the world would think of John Clemmens if they
knew he dressed in frilly women's things. Left to his vices, he kept his
secret through much of those years. He dated a few girls, but nothing
really lasted. All the while John would do his dressing and jerk off,
pleased he could do what he felt, and no one ever would know.

That all changed when he was 16.

Chapter 1

A close friend, Sam, lived down the street, and John and he hung out,
played video games and just had fun as young guys often do. One afternoon
while they were in Sam's room, his mother, called out and said she had to
leave to run to the market. "I'll be back in a hour. You two play nice, and
don't destroy the house."

"We won't," replied Sam. With that, the door came to a thud behind her and
they were left alone in the apartment. There was nothing strange about this
situation. Sam and John had been left alone by Paula, before. That's Sam's
mothers by the way. Sam's father was a bit of a deadbeat dad and hardly
ever around. They had divorced several years ago. Sam was a year younger
then John at 15, and an only child.

The boys continued to play their games on the computer. After a few
moments, Sam interjected a peculiar thought. "Have you ever worn girls
underware?"

John was stunned to say the least. His first thought was that Sam somehow
knew. But how? No one else knew. John's mind raced through the potential
responses in an instant. "Where in the world did that come from Sam?"

"Ahh..." he groaned. "Forget it. Lets keep play'in here."

But John couldn't forget it. He was asked if he had ever worn girls
underware. `Why would he ask me that?' John thought. `Unless he has worn
his mother underware? Was it possible? I certainly believed at 16 years old
that I was the only one in the world who was male but like to wear girls
clothing.'

"You brought it up Sam," John pushed with a slight grin. "Is there
something you are trying to tell me buddy?"

Sam looked down a little and said, "Lets go. I have something I want you to
see."

They quit the game, and proceeded down the short hall to the front door of
the apartment. Sam picked up the keys and went to out the door. John
followed him without saying a word. Sam and his mother lived on the second
floor. The boys went to the stairs for convenience, and went to the
basement of the 6-story building. When they approached the door which had a
distinct L-A-U-N-D-R-Y stamped onto it, John began to have an idea of what
was to happen. "What are we doing down here?"

"John," Sam said with a quiet whisper. "If I am going to show this to you,
you have to promise me you will be very quiet, and not tell anyone."

John's natural curiosity was peeked. "No problem Sam. I promise."

Sam opened the door quietly. The hum of a dryer was in the air, as was the
distinct odor of fabric softener and detergent. The room was a little warm,
even for October, which was most likely attributed to the dryers. John
followed Sam to a laundry basket on the nearby table. He noticed the basket
was from Sam's apartment when he read the name "Conklin" on the tape, which
was pasted near the handle. "What are we doing down here?" John continued
in a whisper.

Sam peered around the room. He wanted to make certain we were alone. "I
want to show you something."

Sam began to unbutton his blue jeans. John's heart began to pick-up speed
as he lowered the zipper. He feared what he was going to see. How would he
respond? He was most definitely not interested in Sam "that way" and he had
no interest in guys even though he was feminine in some ways. Before he
could say a word, Sam's jeans fell to the floor.

John's suspitions were correct. He was not the only guy that wore girls
underware. Sam was wearing a pink high cut bikini. It looked like a simple
brief, all cotton, nothing too extravagant or special so far as women's
panties go. John was a little stunned, and Sam was a little red in the
face. There was a part of John that began to shift from fear, to sympathy
and in a way, admiration. He gathered that his friend did this because he
wanted friendship, and support. "Sam," John managed to mutter out. "I just
don't know what to say." He continued to choose his words carefully, while
Sam's face remained focused on the floor. "How come you are wearing; well,
I guess your.....well..."

"They are my mother panties John," he just blurted it out. He continued
seemingly on one breath. "I started wearing them when I was 10. I was down
here one day and saw the basket and my curiosity just took over and I have
been hooked ever since, and I just had to tell somebody, and I thought
you'd understand John." His eyes finally came up off the floor and he
looked at John. He was not crying or even teary, but John could tell Sam
was emotional.

"Why me Sam?" John continued to probe. "Why did you think I would
understand?"

"I just did. I don't know." Sam was confused and now scared. For whatever
reason, he thought John would be supportive and undertstanding. He was
right, but he didn't know about that yet. John's mind was mulling over many
options. He could walk away and leave him bleeding emotionally. That would
be homophobic of him, as he was not a homophobe. He could just try and be
understanding and divert them back upstairs and back on the computer. But,
John didn't think that would fly. In the end, John realized his friend put
his life on the line right there in front of him. He was admitting to John
a deep, dark desire of his. It was the same desire of John's, although, he
would never wear panties in front of someone else, or out of the house, and
he clearly had been wearing them all day at school. John decided that he
should be faithful, supportive, and tell him he was not alone.

"Sam, for whatever reason, you have decided to show me something about you,
that I had no idea about." A good start, John thought. "I admire your
bravery, so I guess I should try and be as brave. I have worn girls
underware before too." John was a little surprised at how easily the words
came out, but was comforted at the response from Sam.

"John, are you serious?"

John chuckled a bit and answered with his own breathless response. "I
started a few years ago with my sisters panties, and then played around
with alot of other things too. You are the first person I have told. I want
to keep it that way. I will also tell you that I have never been out of the
apartment in girls things though. You must have worn that all day. What
does it feel like?" John felt like things were getting surreal already when
Sam hit him with an interesting proposition.

"Want to find out?" said Sam. He reached into the basket and pulled out a
pair of his mothers panties. As he held them out, John could tell they were
silky and smooth. His heart was racing as fear began to creep into him.

"Sam, those are your mothers panties. I can't wear those?" What a lame
reply thought John. `I should have flat out rejected it.'

"She will never know," a new confident Sam began to emerge. "Besides, this
will be your chance."

"But they are your mothers," John replied. "Plus they're dirty, you know
out of the laundry. She could have been wearing them yesterday. Its just
too weird."

"She was wearing them yesterday." Sam shocked John with that revelation.
How did Sam know she wore them yesterday thought John.

"Because I watched her put them on from the hall. She didn't know I was
looking."

This was getting really strange. As John began to consider the
ramifications of all of this, his cock strangely began to tingle and
stiffen. As he tried to stammer a response, he was also trying to keep his
cock from getting hard. "But....Sam. I just don't see why I...Sam, why
would you..." As hard as he tried, John could not prevent his cock from its
full erection. The thing was, Sam's mom was not all that attractive
although she was no dog either. With his cock so hard, John just couldn't
think straight as Sam continued to push.

"Come now John. You wear your sisters panties. These are mom moms, and I am
telling you, she will never know. Just try them. That can't hurt could it?"

"Right here? Right now?" John felt the resistance slipping away. "What if
someone comes down here?"

"Well you better do it fast John."

John peaked around the room, and went over to the door to see if anyone was
coming or if he could hear anyone coming down the stairs. All was
quiet. "Well?" probed Sam.

Without thinking about how it would look to Sam that John was rock hard, he
undid his jeans and removed them completely. "You're gonna love this John,"
commented Sam with a gleam in his eye. John then reached to his waist and
took off his boxers. His cock was now clearly visible to Sam.

Sam glanced at it, smiled slightly then handed John his mothers panties.
John hesitated for a moment, then put his left foot into the panties, then
the right. Slowly he slid them up his legs. John thought it felt so good as
it hugged his ass and hips closely. He tried to just pass the whole event
off. "Okay Sam. I did it. Happy now. Lets go back to the apartment and play
video games." John began to take the panties down and Sam quickly stopped
him.

"Wait a sec John. What's the hurry." John stopped taking the panties down
off. "Look buddy, I can tell how much you like wearing them. Leave them
on. I'm leaving mine on. In fact, why don't you try on a few other things.
You said you tried some of your sisters clothes. Lets go back and see what
else my mom has."

Almost subconsciously, John pulled the panties back up as he replied. "Are
you serious? You want me to dress up in your mothers clothes?"

"Hey, why not. We both like doing it," said Sam. "It'll be fun."

"Look Sam," John retorted, "I do like the way these panties feel. I'll
admit that. Yes, I have tried on some of my sisters clothes too. But I am
not going into your mothers dresser and stuff."

Sam was a little dejected as he put his jeans back on. "Will you keep the
panties on for a little then?"

After what had just happened, and admittedly the panties felt great, John
agreed to leave them on and put his jeans back on. As the boys returned to
the apartment, John could feel the panties on rubbing his cock and ass. It
was difficult to walk with such an erection, but his t-shirt covered it
well enough. He figured he would keep it on for a little then take the
panties off. About 20 minutes after returning to the computer game, the
apartment door opened.

"I'm back," bellowed Paula. John shot up out of the chair in Sam's room and
began to undo his jeans.

"Would you relax stupid," jumped Sam quietly, "She doesn't know, so just be
calm and cool. Besides its too late now"

Despite Sam's assurances John was in a panic and began to sweat a little as
he rebuttoned his jeans. "Hi guys," said Paula as she opened Sam's door
"What go'in on?"

"Nothing Mom. Just sitting here playing." Sam was as calm as could be. John
was jittery and couldn't say anything.

"You boys need to find something else to do to fill up your time. Your
brains will rot on that computer." She was sounding like the typical mom.

John was really perspiring now, and had to get out of their. "I have to go
Sam. Bye Mrs. Conklin." John ran out the room, and the apartment.

He ran home and past his mother who was cooking dinner. "I'm glad your home
Johnny. Dinner will be ready in a minute."

"Not hungry Mom. I'll be in my room." John raced into his room, slammed the
door shut and locked it. He took off his jeans, and stood in front of the
mirror, his cock still hard, and still encased in Mrs. Conklin's
panties. John noticed for the first time that the panties were light
green. Almost a seafoam coloring. There was a lace edge at the top. They
were not silk, but felt very satiny. The bulge in the front was clearly
outlined and unmistakable. He began to rub it lightly at first, then with a
little more pressure. John went over to the bed, took off his shirt, shoes
and socks and layed down on his back. He continued rubbing his cock. As he
felt some moisture develop on the panties, he picked his head up off the
pillow to look. At the head of the bulge a nice wet spot had been created
with his precum. With that precum the panties became even more silky in
their texture, and felt even better as he continued to rub. The pressure
inside his testicles was building and suddenly he passed the
point-of-no-return.

John awoke to a knock on his bedroom door. He picked up his head and
realized it was dark out, and was naked, except for Mrs. Conklin's
panties. "Are you alright Johnny," it was his mom.

He quickly stripped out of the still damp panties. "Fine. Everything is
fine. I am just tired and i'm going to sleep." That seemed to satisfy her
and he heard her return to the living room.

John was a little surprised by the days events as he began to replay them
in his head. He still could not conceive why Sam had decided to tell him
about what he was wearing or what he was into. Could he have known, or
suspected? john feel asleep thinking about it.

Chapter 2

"He had no idea at all," said Sam gleefully.

"None whatsoever?' asked Paula.

"Not a clue. You should have seen his hard-on when he took off his boxers
mom. He has to be a full 7 inches. Nice width too."

"As long as he doesn't suspect what were planning for him." Paula had a
deviousness to her comment and tone. It still surprised Sam to hear that
kind of tone from her sometimes.

Sam had been aware of his mothers background. She had a fetish for
dominating boys and turning them into girls. when Sam was 13, he was told
of this fetish by his mother. She sat him down and explained that she had
developed the feelings for the fetish as a young teen. Sam's dad thought he
could handle it, but eventually it led to their separation.

Once sam was aware of Paula's desires, he was afraid that she would want to
turn him into a girl. "Sam, I would never do anything like that," assured
Paula. "You are my son. I love you. You get what you want out of life. If
you wanted to be a girl, then I would be happy to help you, but if you
don't then I would never force you."

"But mom," asked Sam. "Isn't that what you do to other boys? Turn them into
girls against their will?"

"Sam, the boys I come across have some desire to become a girl before I
even start their transitions," explained Paula. "Some may already be
dressing in their mothers clothes, or a sisters clothes. Others may be
bisexual, or have feminine desires, but have never tapped that part of
their psyche. I simply help them along."

Sam remembered that discussion now, as they had begun to work together for
the first time in transforming John into Julia. when his mother approached
him about turning John, he was shocked. He wanted reassurances from his
mother that they were doing the right thing.

"Mom, before this goes to far, I want to make sure we are doing the right
thing with John.

"What do you mean Sam?" asked Paula. "Do you think he is 100% male now?"
You said it yourself when he put my panties on--rock hard."

Sam had to agree with that assessment. Paula explained to sam 2 weeks
earlier that she suspected that John had a feminine side. She discussed
with her son, how others reacted to his friend, and how his friend reacted
to them. That was part of how she reached her decision to transform him.

"Mom, do you think John will allow himself to be transformed without a
fight?' asked Sam.

"If your description of what happened in the laundry room is accurate, I
think he will be ready for me within the week."

Sam had some reservations but he kept them hidden from his mother. What
remained unspoken between them was that Sam was still wearing his mothers
pink panties. She walked out of the room saying nothing about that, and Sam
didn't remind her. After she left, he closed the door and began to undress,
leaving the panties his mother had given him that morning to make this plot
work, on his body. He had reservations about wearing them all day, but he
too wanted to find out if his friend John was receptive to the idea of
being female?

He got his answer. He slowly began to stroke his cock through his mothers
panties. Little did he know that his mother was standing outside the door,
listening to her son pleasure himself. A gentle smile gently passed onto
her lips as she suspected that she may have two new girls transforming at
once.

Chapter 3

That morning John awoke, unlocked his door and jumped into the shower. Mom
was already dressed and half way out the door as she had to be at work
early. John was in the shower when he hear her say goodbye, and walk out
the door.

After the shower, John returned to the room with the thoughts of the last
day fresh in his mind. He was very turned on as he stared at Mrs. Conklin's
panties on the floor. He was struggling with the idea of wearing them or
not to school. As he considered the possibility, his cock began to rise and
stand forward. This time he didn't fight it. He gladly let it get hard as
he reached for the panties and put them on. The thoughts of them being
soiled with his cum and Mrs. Conklin had worn them all day was a real turn
on. He finished getting dressed and was confident no one would know. He
wore a big t-shirt to cover any potential panty lines.

School was ordinary for the most part except every time John saw Sam in the
halls he wondered about what underware he was wearing. Sam knew John's
thoughts were of the day before and could not help but wonder if John was
still wearing his mothers panties. As instructed, Sam was wearing his
mothers panties again.

The walk home was silent save the sounds of the city, until they reached
Sam's building. "You wanna come up John?" asked Sam.

John said nothing, but nodded and followed Sam into the building. They
arrived at the apartment, and Paula was not home. She must have been out
thought John. Sam poured them each a soda, and they sat at the table in the
kitchen.

"John, I think we should discuss something."

"I agree Sam, and I should confess that I am wearing your mothers panties
today." John was now a little upset as he looked blankly at the table.

"That's okay John," Sam held back his smile. "I know how great they can
feel. on you."

"Does your mother know Sam?"

"Of course not John," Sam assured his friend. "I am wearing her panties now
too. So you are not alone." Sam paused for a moment as John just sat
looking down. He considered his options. He knew that his mother was going
to be back in 20 minutes, and that he has a willing subject in John. "I
think we should try a bra. Each of us." Sam was taking a risk, but he had
known John for a long time, and felt he could give it a shot.

"I just don't know Sam." But John's cock was already beginning to betray
the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Your mother could be home any
time, and its still your mom we are talking about."

"For Pete's sake," cried Sam. "You have been wearing my mothers dirty
panties all day long. The same panties that were touching her bare
pussy. You probably jerked off in them last night. Now you are developing
some weird fear that it is my mother? Please."

John realized that Sam was right. He had been wearing them all day, and had
cum in them last night. What's the big deal about a bra now? "Alright
Sam. You win, I'll try on one of her bras, but only if you do too."

Sam agreed and the two boys hurriedly ran off to Paula's room. The rom was
dark, but there was enough light from the shaded windows to see where they
were going and what they were doing. "Sam it is your mothers bra, so you
look through her drawers for one. I'll take off my shirt."

Sam was pleased that John seemed so willing. `Mom was right," he
thought. He took his time as he looked through the drawers. He turned
holding the matching bra to the panties John was already wearing. "Here you
go John."

John hesitated a moment as Sam continued, "You should take off your pants
too. This way you can see the bra and panties together."

By now John's erect cock was doing most of the thinking as he removed his
pants, shoes, and socks. He never dreamed he would be standing in
Mrs. Conklin's room, wearing her panties, and soon her bra with Sam
standing right there. Sam noticed the hard penis bulging in his mother
panties. John had worn a bra before so he knew how to put it on. Sam had
not put one on before, but had seen his mother wearing one. As John hooked
the bra in the front, then spun the bra properly, and seemed so adept at
it, Sam noticed his cock begin to harden. As Sam watched John place the bra
straps onto his shoulders, his cock became fully erect. "How do I look?"
asked a bra wearing and panty clad John.

"It looks good John." Sam was turned on but didn't want to let John
know. John was feeling very turned on as well, and loved that he was
wearing Mrs. Conklin's bra and panties.

"Your turn Sam." John wanted to be sure he wasn't alone in this action. Sam
obliged by removing his pants shirt, shoes and socks. As he did John
realized his friends cock was as hard as his. "Sam I think I should pick
out which bra you get to wear. Just like you did for me." John was
surprised at how easily he was getting into it.

Paula knew by now that the boys must be in her room as she opened the door
to her apartment extremely quietly. She had instructed Sam to make sure
that John was in her bra and panties when she got back and nothing
else. She eased herself to her door without making a sound. The door was
wide open and the dressed was facing the far wall. She saw that both boys
were facing the wall with their backs to the door. She anticipated part of
what she saw, but now all of what she saw.

As John pulled out a black bra he turned to Sam. "Sorry it isn't matching
your pink panties like my seafoam bra and panties," he said with a slight
giggle.

Sam suddenly became very soft. "Will you put it on me John?"

Paula was pleasantly surprised at her son. She allowed the boys to
continue.

"Sure Sam," John was obligatory. He placed the bra around Sam's torso and
clipped the eyehook closure. Then he worked his arms into the straps.

Paula realized that her pussy was starting to get moist at what she was
seeing. Her fetished mind began to remove the fact that these were two
young boys--one of them her son. As the right strap was placed on her sons
shoulder by John, she decided the time was now.

"My, my, my how pretty you girls look!" She was standing in the doorway.

Chapter 4

A gasp from John as he fell to the floor behind the bed, desperately trying
to hid his body from Mrs. Conklins gaze.

Sam didn't move for a moment.

Once John was on the floor he looked over at his mother. "Sam would you
come over here please?" Paula was even in her tone. As Sam came over to
her, she whispered in his ear. "Go to your room and lock the door. Don't
even think about taking off the bra and panty and don't even think about
putting anything on over them. You just wait for me." She was stern but
even. Sam was scared of his mother for the first time as he went to his
room.

"John, its time for you to come forward." John heard Mrs. Conklin's voice
but could only think about the consequences and humiliation. "Come now
John, I want to see you. Don't be afraid."

What could John do? He knew he was trapped. "Please don't laugh at me
Mrs. Conklin." He began to weep a little. He was horrified that
Mrs. Conklin and his mother would be discussing this moment.

"I won't laugh at all Johnny. Just come to me."

John sensed some sympathy in her voice. Somehow he found some strength and
rose to his feet letting Paula see him openly in her bra and panties.

As Paula looked at him, she was able to see that he had a slight
erection. Probably going down after I scared them, she thought. "Come to me
Johnny. Its okay. Let me look at you." John managed to walk to her
slowly. He was so scared that he was shaking slightly. He could not believe
what was happening to him.

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Conklin," muttered John. Tears were welling up in his
eyes. Paula was loving every moment.

"Now Johnny, don't you worry about it," she assured him. "I'm pretty hip. I
also happen to wear the stuff and I know it feels good on my body."

"You-your not mad at us?" John was suddenly surprised at Mrs. Conklin's
reaction.

"No sweetheart, not at all. But I must ask you something."

John was puzzled as he wiped away his tears.

"How long have you wanted to wear my things? What made you decide to put on
my panties and my bra?" Paula reached over to the light switch and turned
on the lights. The dark room was brightened.

John felt as if a spotlight were on him as he considered an answer. "I
didn't want to wear your things Mrs. Conklin. It just sort of happened."

"Come now Johnny," Paula was looking right at the cum stains. "Those cum
stains didn't just appear when i was wearing those panties the other day."

John felt faint. Paula noticed this and continued her assault. "Tell me
johnny, did it start with your mothers panties and bra? Perhaps your sister
used to dress with the door open and you would watch and that's what got
you interested."

The room was spinning now as John began to feel weak in the knees. He felt
as if he was falling slightly but it almost felt good. things almost seemed
to just let go. A quiet blackness enveloped his mind as he began to dream
of the very same bra and panty set he was wearing now on his own sister. Of
course he didn't realize that he had passed out into Mrs. Conklin's arms.

Well, Paula considered, it didn't take as long as I thought. She knew she
only had a few hours before he would wake up. She placed his 16 year old
body on her bed. She went into her closed thinking about John and his
sister. John's sister Tammy was very well endowed. Easily a 36DD
considering that John's mom was as big if not bigger. "I guess big tits run
in the family. Too bad for Johnny," she thought as she reached for the
cuffs. She moved over to the bed and shackled John's hands and feet to the
four posts of her bed, leaving him in the bra and panties. She quickly
stripped down to her own bra and panties, leaving on her 3 inch heels. Her
thoughts turned to her son. "I guess I always knew Sam would become
Samantha eventually," she said to herself aloud. She looked at herself in
the mirror. "My 34C's may not be enough for her though.

She left to pay a visit on her son as John continued to dream about his
future.

Chapter 5

Sam felt strange as he stood in his room openly wearing his mothers bra and
panties. He was puzzled about why his cock sprang to life as he watched
John dressing in his mothers things. He admitted that the panties and bra
felt nice on him but he didn't want to be a girl did he?  The thought of
this remained in his head as his mother entered the room. Sam was startled
to see his mother in only heels, bra and panties.

"I think there is something you need to tell me Sam," commented Paula as
she looked directly at her son.

Sam was a little scared. "No mom, everything is going to plan." Sam was
thinking fast now, trying to buy time. "You were totally right about
John. he is ready to be a girl, I can see it in him now. He loves
wearing..."

"So do you!" Paula interrupted her son.

"What?" Sam swallowed hard. "No way. I was just egging him along...you know
to get him to dress up. So you could transform him the way you want...'

"You are spinning in circles right now, trying to buy time Sam." She
interrupted once more.  "If you want to keep the bra and panties on, feel
free. I don't care." She turned to walk out of the room. Then glanced back
over her shoulder at Sam.

As she turned to walk out, Sam looked down at his mothers buttocks. The
panties were thong cut and left little to the imagination. He felt his cock
hardening. He swallowed hard and hoped she would continue out of the room.

As she glanced back at her son, Paula realized the opportunity before
her. She was a little nervous, but the fetish was out now in full
force. "If you want, I can give you your first hormone shot tonight." She
continued out of the room, and closed the door, knowing that would give her
son much to consider.

Sam was stunned at the remark. What scared him was the intensity of his
erection. After she left the room, sam began to rub his cock through the
panties, wonder what would happen if he did take hormones.

Chapter 6

John began to open his eye. He was a little dazed as he tried to bring his
hand to his eyes. He was puzzled that he did not seem to have the strength
to move his arms. He felt a slight tightness on his chest and suddenly
remembered what had happened and became alert. It dawned on him quickly
that he was lashed down to the bed--Mrs. Conklin's bed, in her bedroom. He
looked down to see the bra and panties were still on him. "Good afternoon."

Mrs. Conklin was sitting in the chair at the left head of the bed. John
looked at her as she stood up and came to the bed and sat on its edge next
to John. He was amazed that this woman was wearing just a bra and
panties. "What is happening?"

"Oh Johnny," she said, "nothing you don't want to happen. My guess is that
you have been wearing these frilly things for a while. I can see you have
been cumming in my panties. You like the way they feel i'm sure. But a
little girl needs to begin to develop her body sooner or later. I think it
should be sooner, don't you?"

"What are you talking about Mrs. Conklin?" John was scared. what was this
woman doing in bra and panties in front of him. Talking about being a
girl. He was dumfounded.  "Come now Johnny. Its time you began to look more
like a girl rather then a tomboy."

Suddenly it hit John. "Are you kidding? Im not a girl and I don't want to
be a girl. Look, i am really sorry that I put your panties and bra on. I
will never do it again. Ever. Please don't tell anyone and can't we just
forget it.?" John was still scared that someone was going to find out. He
also began to wonder why he was tied to the bed.

"Im not kidding Johnny." Paula continued by telling John about her
fetish. "When I was your age, I began to develop a desire to kinda push
other guys around. When I did do that, I noticed it made me feel hot. That
feeling began to shift to a desire to see boys dressed as girls. As I got
older, I began to want to turn boys into girls--for real."

John was stunned at what he was hearing. He understood that this woman
wanted to turn him into a girl. "I am not a girl Mrs. Conklin." John was
getting a little angry now. "I am a boy. I do not want to be a girl. Let me
out of here right now."

Paula liked the challenge. "You are demanding that I let you go? Let me
first tell you that I will not be letting you go. Second, your resistance
in this matter is futile. Your erect cock will give you away every
time. Third, I do not want you to call me Mrs. Conklin. From now on just
call me Paula."

"You think I will just roll over or something?" John was angry now, but
also scared at Mrs. Conklin's coolness and even tone. "I will fight you,
and I will win. Because I don't like this, and I won't let someone tell me
what to do."

Paula realized that this would be fun indeed. "Johnny can we just talk for
a moment?"

John was puzzled but saw an opportunity to maybe escape. "Okay, we can
talk, but only if you un-tie me." He was calm now.

Paula decided to try to bargain with him. "Tell you what Johnny. If you
leave the bra and panties on while we talk, then you have a deal. But if
you try and run away, I will stop you and you will be severely punished."

John considered this and thought it couldn't hurt, and at least he could be
free. What could the punishment possibly be. Then he remembered that he was
sitting in a room ties to a bed because of Mrs. Conklin. It could be
worse. "Okay Mrs...sorry, Paula." Why did he oblige her?

After he was un-tied, he sat up next to Paula. As he did he caught a
glimpse of her breasts still in the bra. He felt the tingle in his panties
and a slight stiffening begin. He looked away but realized that it was too
late and that a full erection would be unstoppable. He sat without saying a
word as it hardened hoping that Paula would not notice it.

Paula sat still on her bed. She knew if she waited long enough that a young
boy would stare at breasts. She noticed John taking a few glances. She
carefully looked at the hardening cock in her panties, and a gentle smile
came to her face. "Johnny, how long have you been wearing girls things?"

John was fully hard now. He thought about not answering but what harm could
it do at this point. He was sitting next to Paula and both were in bra's
and panties anyway. "About two years ago. I started wearing my sisters
panties and bras."

Paula loved that she had been right. "Have you dressed in other things
too?"

"Yes," John answered in the affirmative. "I have worn different outfits and
dresses."

"And you liked wearing it all right?" probed Paula as she noticed that hard
cock in her victims panties.

John was scared, but that erection wasn't going away. "Yeah, I liked it. I
guess I still like it."

"So then why don't you like wearing my panties and my bra? Why are you so
uncomfortable? Why are you denying your female inner self?"

John was still scared. Hearing about an inner female self seemed to startle
him a little and he just looked over at Paula. She read his eyes in a
moment. "Johnny, I can see that deep down you want to be a girl. Its okay
to admit it. Especially to me. I can help."

"Can I go home now?" John asked. He was scared. a side of him had been
touched by her comments. Why was he letting her infiltrate his thoughts,
his mind and his soul. Her voice sounded so soft and musical. Seeing her in
that bra. He looked at his own bra. The cups were empty and flaccid. He
glanced with his eyes at her bra and it was smooth and filled out.

"Johnny, if you really want to leave, I will let you. But on one
condition."

Her comments snapped him out of his daze.

"I want you to return here tomorrow after school wearing my bra and
panties. If you choose to say no, then you will be staying a little longer,
and there will be a punishment." She didn't explain what the punishment
would be, but she sensed that Johnny wanted to leave, and would be happy to
wear the bra and panties tomorrow.

Johnny agreed to their arrangement. "Are you going to tell anyone about
this?"

"Not at all," assured Paula. "But I want you back here tomorrow. Unless you
want to spend time here. Do you want to stay over with sam and I?"

That through a real wrench into the works. Johnny stood up as if he were
going to leave but Paula's words stopped him dead in his tracks. "Just
think Johnny," Paula cooed. "You can wear my bra and my panties, and who
knows what else."

John's erection seemed to get even larger. He sat back down next to
Paula. How could he even be considering this? This was weak of
him. thinking about his weakness led him to begin to allow himself to think
he might be a girl after all. The thought of having more to wear was
beginning to sound very erotic to John. This woman was clearly
experienced. He could let her dress him up and see what he would look like
as a girl, and really get a feeling for it. All he would have to do is call
home and tell them he would be staying at Sam's. "Okay Paula. But what else
are you going to do to me?"

"Oh Johnny, you have made me very happy." Paula realized that Johnny was
going to become Julia very soon. Perhaps even tonight. "We are going to
have a lot of fun."

John suddenly thought of Sam. "What is Sam going to think?"

"Well, I will let Sam decide if he wants to be dressed as a girl too."
Paula waited for a response from Johnny. He was just sitting next to her
thinking.

John was puzzled as to why he felt he had no choice but to follow this
woman's demands, but Sam had a choice. `But you made your choice to stay,'
John realized. "Okay Paula."

Chapter 7

Sam had finished jerking off and stripped out of the bra and panties. He
was playing a game on the computer when John came in the room, still in his
mothers bra and panties. Sam paused the game and saw John standing in front
of him. "You are still wearing my moms things. What did she say?"

"I told her about my sisters clothes Sam. I also told her that I liked
wearing her things. She has asked me to stay over tonight and I think she
is going to dress me up. She wanted me to ask you if you wanted to dress up
too." John felt a comfort wash over him as he expressed this to his friend.

Sam was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. "I don't think so John, but if you
want to be a girl, then my mother will help you i'm sure."

John thought Sam's response was cold. "What's wrong Sam?"

"Nothing John. But I guess you want to be a girl. I made a decision that I
didn't want to be a girl. So I took everything off."

John felt a little alone. He had felt betrayed by Sam. If it wasn't for Sam
he would not even be here like this. Now Sam was telling him to be a girl,
but that he would be one alone. "Sam I don't want to do this alone."  Sam
stood up and before his friend. "John, look at you. You are wearing my
mothers bra and panties. You are already a girl. I jerked off and took off
the bra and panties. You are not even hard anymore and your still
comfortable standing here in a bra and panties. after I came, i couldn't
take the shit off any faster. Face reality."

The words cut John like a knife. He knew it was true. He was
comfortable. What had happened in the last day to make him feel this
way. Did Sam and Paula just tap into a feeling that was subdued? They must
have or he wouldn't be here. "I guess you are right Sam."

With that, the two boys sat down and started playing on the computer. Time
passed as they finished playing and ate dinner. After Paula cleared the
table, she told John to take a bath. John was happy to oblige. Paula took
the moment to talk with Sam.

"Sam, I see that you disobeyed my order to leave on my bra and panties."

"Mom, I don't want to be a girl. I did think about it. But I just don't
want it okay."

Paula was pleased and disappointed all at the same time. "That's fine
Sam. I will respect your wishes."

Sam inquired about her plans for his friend. Paula was direct and
truthful. "He will be taking his first hormones tonight. I will have him
come over everyday and administer the girl juice. While he is here he will
be dressed as a girl. I am going to start buying him his own female
clothes. I want you to start calling him Julia starting in the morning."

Sam was amazed that his mother was so calculating. "Won't he try and
resist?"

"I think his resistance is over. besides, I lace the hormones with a very
slight amount of nicotine. That nicotine will be addictive within a couple
of days. Even if he wakes up tomorrow and feels like resisting, I can talk
him into it again. Plus, I will make sure that he fears me at the
appropriate time."

Mom seemed to have it all planned out thought Sam. "How long before he
really starts to look like a girl Mom?"

"At his age and body type, I think that he will start showing some fat
redistribution in 3 months and breast growth will become noticeable at
about 6-8 months."

The thought of all of this began to turn sam on again. This could be
happening to him if he asked for it. That reality was sobering, but he just
responded to his mother flatly. "Well, what are you going to tell people?"

"Nothing. Eventually, he will become her. she will will make a decision as
to what to do. Sam, in some cases I can only transform the body and mind,
but not the soul. Other times, I can just do the body. But with Johnny, I
think it will be mind, body and soul."

With that, she turned out of the room, and left her son to his thoughts.

Chapter 8

After John got out of the bath, he toweled dry, wrapped the towel around
his waist and went to find his boxers. When he opened the bathroom door,
Paula was standing there. "whoa, you startled me," John said as he took a
step back.

"Come with me Johnny," Paula said evenly. They adjourned to her room. She
had layed out a black bra and black panties for John that matched her bra
and panties exactly. Also on the ed were breast forms, a wig, and matching
high heels. John's heart rate picked up pace.

"Is all that for me?" John questioned.

"Yes Johnny it is."

"I don't know Paula. Im scared."

"Don't be Johnny. I am here to help you through this," Paula assured
him. "I want to watch you put on my bra and panties."

With that statement, John's cock was getting hard. There was no way he
would hide it from her either. He was wearing nothing but a towel, and he
would have to take that off to put on the panties. He had to bite the
bullet and tell her. "But Paula, I am....you know...."

"Hard as a rock?" Paula interrupted. John was shocked at her directness. He
was more shocked that it turned him on even more. "Let's get started now
Johnny."

John had no choice. He took off the towel and placed it over a chair. Paula
looked right at the cock, and began to feel some moisture building in her
own panties. That moisture built as she watched her new subject put on the
panties and bra as naturally as many girls would have done. She motioned
John to come and sit at the make-up table. John knew what was about to
happen and he felt powerless to stop it. He walked over and sat down.

"I think Johnny is inappropriate for a girl," said Paula as she opened a
drawer and pulled out some eyeliner. "I think you are more like a
Julia. What do you think?"

John felt light headed. The words escaped his lips before he realized what
he was saying. "Yes....Julia..." he said in almost a whisper.

Paula began applying eyeliner to her new found girl. "From now on, I want
you to refer to yourself as a girl. Your name is going to be Julia. You are
going to allow me to turn you into a girl. We are going to begin tonight
with this clothing, make-up and your first hormone shot. Do you understand
me?

John's mind was in a haze. He kept hearing the name ringing in his head
JULIA. He felt the light poking and brushing on his face, and around his
eyes. As Paula leaned forward her breast struggled to stay in her bra.

"Johnny, I want you to repeat what I just said so that we are sure that you
understand that you are giving yourself to me."

Suddenly John's mouth began to move. He felt like he had no control
anymore. How could this be happening? "I will think of myself as a girl
from now on," John began his repetition as instructed. "My name is Julia. I
am going to let you turn me into a girl. You will dress me as a girl and
put make-up on me. I will let you give me my first hormones tonight."

"You will come here ever day after school for your hormones, and never stop
until I say so," continued Paula.

"I will let you give me hormones every day after school," repeated John.

"Now look at yourself in the mirror Julia."

John turned to look. He saw a girl looking back at him. In fact, it looked
a lot like his sister. Paula stood behind him and looked in the the mirror
at him, then whispered in his ear, "What's you name? Tell the girl in the
mirror."

John was so excited and pleased with what he saw and felt on his body. He
admitted to himself for the first time that Paula was right and so was
Sam. He was a girl at heart. "My name is Julia.."

With that, Paula pulled open a drawer and pulled out a black leather case
of some sort. She unzipped it, and pulled forth a sirynge and a small
bottle. John was busy looking at the girl in the mirror to notice that
Paula was loading the sirynge with the liquid from the bottle. "Stand up
Julia and bend forward."

John looked over and noticed the sirynge for the first time, and swallowed
hard. "Maybe I shouldn't do this Paula."

"Well then, you tell that to the girl in the mirror," Paula knew he was
scared, but also knew that his hard on, and his feeling of the bra, and
what he saw in the mirror would not allow him to stop. "Its time to be a
girl Johnny," she whispered in his ear. With that, she placed the needle
into his arm, and depressed the plunger. John didn't even feel it. He just
remained motionless as the first female hormones entered his body.

Chapter 9

John awoke with a start as he saw that he was in Sam's room. He calmed down
when he remember ed his mother had given her permission to spend the night.
When he sat up, he suddenly remembered the night before; the dressing,
Paula, Sam, the hormones...oh my god the hormones, he thought. John rushed
to the mirror and saw that he was still in Paula's bra and panties from the
night before, plus the make-up. The hormones seemed to have no affect
either. John was relieved.

"Morning Julia," said Paula as she walked in the room, syringe in hand. Sam
was no where to be found as Paula entered the room. Little did John know
that Paula woke her son up early and got him to go to the store.

"Look Paula," mentioned John, "Last night was fun and all, but I think we
should leave it at that. No one needs to know about this." John was
pleading as he backed up, falling on his back when he hit Sam's empty
bed. Paula inched slowly closer, needle in hand without saying a word--a
grin on her face. She was also wearing just bra and panties. Finally she
stopped and looked at her newest victim.

"Oh Julia, why are you being so silly?" The sweetness in her voice seemed
to frighten John. It was so even and cool, that it sent a chill up his
spine. "Its time for your daily shot Julia. How else will you fill out that
bra and panties? I will make it all better for you....you'll see....Now
slide those panties down so I can do this right, pretty please?"

John was really scared; down to his core. This woman was really going to
turn him into a girl. He remember what happened the night before, but how
could he allow this woman to do this to him? What would he say to people?
"Paula, please...I can't do this."

With that, Paula backed away a little and John felt a wave of relief pass
over him. As Paula backed away, she reached behind her back with the empty
hand, while the hand with the needle rested at her side. John had no idea
of what was happening next, but when he heard the gentle click of Paula's
bra, he had a sudden idea. When paula reached up to her shoulder, and
removed the bra straps, and eventually the bra, his head began to spin. He
was now looking at Paula's bare breasts. The sight of them began to send a
tingle to his penis. The tingle began to stiffen his cock, as he heard
Paula's words. "I guess you don't want these then?"

John's stiffening cock was his own worst enemy, and Paula could tell what
was happening as the bulge in her victims panties began to expand
rapidly. "Now Julia, I think you really want these don't you," Paula began
to move closer. John began to lick his lips as Paula moved in closer. She
knew she had him. "All you need to do to get these tits is to drop your
panties and roll over sweetheart, now is that so much to ask?"

John was almost in a trance. He was just staring at those breasts, as he
took down his panties and rolled over. He didn't see the smile on Paula's
face as she administered the hormones. He didn't even feel the pin prick.

By the time John rolled back over, Paula was starting to walk out of the
room. "Hey Paula, where are you going?"

Paula just turned back to him and cooed. "What's the matter Julia?"

John was a little hesitant, but with his rock hard cock sticking straight
out at her, his resistance slipped away. "I thought you said I could have
them if I obeyed you. You said I could have your breasts."

"You want these tits Julia?" Paula answered in a quick tone. "Well in time,
you will Julia. You can put your male clothing on now, and run off to
school, but put on panties like a good girl."

John was puzzled. "I don't understand Paula. You said..."

"When I said you could have these tits, I meant when yours grow they will
look like mine. That is what you want Julia. After all, that's why you are
here isn't it?" she was abrupt with her comment.

John was amazed that he let himself submit to her. He did think she wanted
to have sex with him, but them again, why would she want that. She doesn't
want to have sex with a girl, he thought. `why did I just say that about
myself?' John was still rock hard. Maybe he was a girl now. Especially
after the two hormone shots he received. He looked down at Paula's
breasts. He noticed how nice they looked. How round and supple, with dark
nipples the size of half dollars, and perfect points. The words began to
ring in his head as he stared at them "...when your grow they will look
like mine." John became more and more focused on Paula's breasts, then
suddenly he looked down at his own chest. The bra was empty, and John felt
an emptiness, filled with more envy as he looked back at Paula. His answer
was clear.

"Yes Paula, you are right. That is why I am here. When should I return for
more shots?"

Paula knew he was now hooked forever. "Come straight here after school
Julia."

"What about Sam," John questioned. "Is he going to care? He told me he was
done with all of this."

"I know. But he will be fine with it Julia. Not to worry."

With that, John got dressed. He put on his male clothes over Paula's
panties as instructed. He had a piece of toast as he went out the door. He
didn't see Sam behind the steps as he left.

Chapter 10

Sam came racing back into the apartment. "Mom, its me. What happened with
John?"

"First of all Sam, from now on, you are to refer to John as Julia when we
are together." Paula was being very decisive with her son. "I want you to
also tell me right now, if you plan on pursuing feminization with your
friend. You said you don't want too, but I want you to be sure."

"Im sure Mom, I want to stay the way I am." that was as clear as Paula
expected. "So I guess it went the way you wanted. He is going to
transform?"

Paula was pleased her son was into this. It would make Julia's transition
more pleasurable for her, and for Julia too. I think the reason Sam was
willing to be supportive, and helpful was because he probably liked the
idea of turning a boy into a girl too. After all, they came from the same
genes. "Yes, he is going to become she."

"When will he be outwardly dressing as a girl, and stuff?" asked Sam.

"When ever she is here, she will be as a girl," answered Paula. "We will
see about out in public. We will be able to hide it for the rest of this
school year, and much of the summer, but by August, it will be difficult to
hide, and I don't this Julia will want to hide it."

"Sorry Mom, I don't understand," asked Sam. "Isn't she resisting?"

Paula decided she need to tell her son everything. She told him all about
the incident in the room, bareing her breasts to Julia, him deciding to
come back for more voluntarily, the looks from her breasts to wear his will
eventually be...everything.

"Well I guess we picked the right girl mom." with that, Sam walked to his
room to get dressed and get to school. Paula sat back down and reached for
the phone to call her doctor friend who would be supplying the hormones.

"Hello, Dr. Rice's office may I help you," clicked the line.

"This is Paula for Dr. Rice, please connect us."

"Hold please."

"Paula, how are things going?" answered Emily Rice. Emily Rice and Paula
had been friends for 4 years. Both had met in a chat room, and discussed
their desires for turning boys into girls. It made sense for them to share
each others victims. Dr. Rice was excellent about providing the hormones
and eventual surgery as requested and at no charge to Paula's victims. A
nice arrangement for both dominant women. "I can't wait to meet this young
girl Paula. Only a couple of days, and he is already starting to get hooked
on womanhood. Great job. I'll send the hormones right over." With that
done, Paula sat back and enjoyed her coffee. Sam soon left and she was
alone to ponder her thoughts. It would be a beautiful spring time watch
Julia begin to develop into a 16 year old young woman.

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