Date: Tue, 02 Aug 2016 09:15:54 -0400 From: Full Name Subject: TG/Teen "Samatha's New World Part 2 (REVISED) Like all of my stories, this is FICTION. If it's illegal for you to read this, then don't. Please donate to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you want to comment on this or my other stories: lovepinkpumps@excite.com I answer all emails, so please keep them coming. Samantha's New World Part Deux (REVISED) By Pink Pumps Four yeas later ... Chapter One First off, I'll get to my sexy dressing, and sucking and fucking, but there are some things I need tell you about that have transpired since Mommy gently but forcefully introduce me to my new world. Secondly, as for my use of "Part Deux" in the title, the private girls school Mommy enrolled me in is a cut above mere college prep. We are required to take language courses every year, and I'm in my first year of French after two years of Spanish. It's a good thing I'm taking French this year. Just wait and see. Thirdly, I briefly mentioned my sister Sara in Part One, and she's about to play a very big role as my story continues. I hope I don't bore you, but I need to backtrack further and reemphasize some things from Part One, and hopefully tie those events to what's happening today. Mommy changed from total bitch to one of the sexiest MILFs on the planet in a matter of hours, if you remember. Long gone are the drab clothes and mean, vicious, condescending – even violent – manner, so I won't waste your time rehashing that. We stopped the breast feeding a couple of years ago, after our bond was complete, but it's still hot to think about. Don't you agree? Mommy continues to dress in silk blouses, tight over-the-knee-length wool skirts (more like pencil skirts than anything), sheer stockings (be they traditional hose attached to garterbelts, or lace-top thigh-highs), and killer heels. She's also added business suits with VERY short skirts! Drooling men are practically lined up for even the slightest chance to get at her. Would you like to read about me dressed like that, too? Maybe a sexy little secretary? How about my gray wool skirt so short the lace tops of my sheer back thigh-highs show? Or the garterbelt straps and welts of traditional stockings showing? How about braless in a ruffled silk blouse, my nipples hard? Black suede five-inch pumps? Well, maybe that's a story for a Part Three. I'll be thinking about how horney I'll get dressing like that for you. I also think it's worth mentioning that seeing Mommy topless – her beautiful, firm, plump breasts swinging freely – in a tight skirt, stockings and come-fuck-me heels has turned into a fetish more than fantasy for me. Something else I didn't describe about Mommy in Part One: Mom has auburn hair that flows in waves down her back, and sparkling green eyes. That's important for you to know, because as far as looks go these days, I'm Mommy's little clone. The hormones I started on two years ago have given my ass the upside-down heart shape all girls want, and my hips have flared. My boobies are 32B and still blooming, and my pink, dime-sized nipples get granite hard. Sara is a blond, blue-eyed version of us. Is that triple hot, or what? So why do I go on and on about them – especially Mommy – in a stroke story about my dramatic change in sexuality? Well, above all else, Mommy is a GREAT teacher. I hope you realize I'm still in Feminization 101, even though I've been Samantha for four years. And all of this background shit is important so you can get a grip on my evolution. Thanks to a lot of hard work on the parts of Mommy and me, I've been transformed nicely from Sammy, the little sissy boy, to Samantha, the blossoming Sweet-16-year-old Lolita. But I'm still the same virgin I was on that Saturday night of Labor Day weekend four years ago. Chapter 2 "Mommy, I'm home!" shouted Beaver Cleaver. "I'm in here, honey!" his mother June replied. "With Wally!" Sorry, I just couldn't resist. But that the really was the tone as I barged into our house after school on a day my life would change dramatically again. On the couch sat my hot mother and equally hot sister. "June" and "Wally," right? Far from it of course, but I have to admit, the thought amuses me. Mommy was sipping a Scotch and water, and Sara a beer. "Samantha, there are some things Sara and I want to talk to you about," Mommy said. "Please come sit between us, honey." "But first," said Sara, "how 'bout a cold beer, sweet sister?" Since I'm a sophomore in high school now, I'm sure it will come as no surprise that I've been to a beer bust or two. I've even been dating for a couple of years, though no boy has gotten a hand inside my panties. Or even close, for that matter. Until I figure things out completely, I have to be careful about how special I am, right? But I've allowed a few hands to roam a little above my stocking tops; even had my blouse and bra taken off, exposing my boobies. I love to have them felt up and sucked! Since I'm admitting to everything about my normal teen sexual behavior, it shouldn't shock you to learn that I've given few handjobs. I'm told I'm very good at it. Once, I even gave blowjob to someone who was very nice to me. I was only 14 at the time, and he took me to his senior prom. That was soooo flattering! I thought he deserved some special treatment. It only took him about 30 seconds to cum! I was so surprised it happened so quickly, I couldn't get my lips off his cock in time, and he shot his cum in my mouth. I managed to swallow it all; I only gagged a little. And I must admit I loved the salty, metallic taste. "So what's up?" I asked. "Well," Mommy said, "Sara and I have been discussing the amazing things Samantha is accomplishing as a beautiful young lady." Mommy might have been a little cryptic, but Sara got right to it: "It's time you felt a big, hard cock in your sweet virgin pootie-hole, Samantha dear." "Say-raa!" I cried. "What's brought this on?" Mommy said, "Honey, it's time for you to take the next step." "Okay," I said. "I've thought about it a lot. I've been out with a couple of boys I'd like to ..." "Not BOYS!" Sara interrupted. "A MAN! A married man! Married men keep secrets. There are things a boy just wouldn't understand about a special girl like you. And a BOY doesn't deserve to be your first." (To understand Sara's mindset, please read Parts One and Two of "The Voices In Wendy's Head." You'll be glad you did.) "I know a married man who would just LOVE to take you out," Sara continued. "And he will most definitely keep a secret. He'd lose his family and go to jail if he got caught." "Say-raa! Noooo!" I screamed. I guess you can figure out "Sara" becomes "Say-raa" when I'm excited. Or shocked, as I damn sure was. "I can't go out with a married man! It was hard enough to go out as Samantha the first time!" "Yeah," Sara replied. "And how's that working out for you?" Very nicely, I had to admit. "Baby," Mommy said, "I told you I wouldn't take Samantha out until she was ready, didn't I? Don't you remember that? I know you were scared, but you were ready, right? This is the next big step you have to take." "Yes," I said. "I was ready. I'm happy about everything that's happened since you caught me in Sara's school uniform and threatened to whip my naked ass with a belt." We all laughed and my mood lightened a little, but maybe it was more so because I was on my second beer. At my age, a two-beer buzz is still pretty special. "Who is he?" I asked. "He's my boyfriend's brother," said Sara. "My boyfriend's OLDER brother, sweet stuff. He's seen your picture and he knows you're special. He liked what he saw. He thinks you're a hotty! You are, you know." "Well, maybe," I said. "I guess. Yes. So, how old is he?" Let me take you through some simple arithmetic: I was 12 when Mommy caught me that day in Sara's room. Sara was a freshman in college, making her six years older than me. Her boyfriend is four years older than her. The big brother is four years older than her boyfriend. That means the potential fuckor is 14 years older than the potential fuckee, if my math is correct. And MARRIED. "You mean a 30-year-old married man wants to go out with MEEEEE!!!???" I cried. "Samantha, he not only wants to take you out, he wants to fuck you," said Sara. "The fact that you're special just makes you hotter to him. He wants a special teenage girl. I wouldn't set you up with him if I wasn't sure. I swear, sweet bootie!" "It's a good thing you're taking French, baby." It was Mommy giggling this time. "He wants you to call him "Pθre'!" I was flabbergasted. "He wants to be my Daddy?" Chapter 3 I sat in stunned silence for what seemed like forever. "Uh, well okay," I managed. "When?" "Tonight!" Mommy and Sara both said. As scary as the thought was, my clitty was as puffy as it was the first time I saw Mommy's big amazing titties and sweet hairy pussy. That's one extraordinary stiffy, if you remember that scene. Mommy and Sara hustled me upstairs and drew a hot, scented bubble bath. They let me soak for awhile, then shampooed and conditioned my long hair. I stood and Mommy shaved my legs and around my peeny. Gone was the little auburn landing strip I'd grown because the g-string I would wear covered almost NOTHING! I'm not particularly hairy, but the pampering was soooo nice. After helping me get out and patting me dry, Mommy situated me over the toilet and gave me a series of enemas. I expelled a little chunky poo and stinky water during the first three or four, then the water ran clear. The way the warm, soapy water distended my tummy and swirled around inside my bowels was very pleasant, I must admit. I mean, I've had enemas before. Who hasn't? But these were given with one thing in mid: Cleaning myself out completely for my first cock, not because I was constipated. Sara followed that up with a scented douche. Being fresh and clean for the man who would be my first fuck was a nice feeling. Then Mommy had me bend and spread my asschecks. As Mommy helped me balance, I felt Sara's slick finger enter me and wiggle around. "Anal Eze, sweetie," said Sara. "Don't get fucked in the ass without it!" We all laughed at her play on the old American Express television ad. Then Sara inserted a short but wide buttplug into my pooper. I squirmed, and my anal sphincter fought against it. I actually reached around to move it away, but Sara slapped my hand. "Stop fighting it!" said Sara. "Just relax your pootie muscles." Mommy explained, "Let it stretch your hole, honey. We can't have our Samantha losing her virginity and being in such pain she can't enjoy it, can we?" "Certainty not!" Sara said, as the buttplug finally seated itself. "We want Samantha to turn into a total slut!" "Say-raa! You're slutty enough for both of us!" I teased. The three of us laughed so hard I thought the buttplug would pop out like a champagne cork. If this was what it takes to prepare my hole for fucking, then I wanted to get fucked a LOT. Once I got adjusted to the buttplug, I thoroughly enjoyed the whole procedure. I sat at the dressing table Mommy and I share, and she and Sara went to work. They dried and rolled my hair, then painted my fingernails and toenails in bright red. Bright red lipstick followed. But I must say, I'm generally not a big fan of bright red lipstick – to me, it DE-tracts more than it A-tracts, if that makes sense. But Mommy and Sara always know what they're doing, so I went along for the ride. Mommy brushed out my hair while Sara applied dark "bedroom" makeup. Nothing slutty, but still hotter that the light makeup I usually wear. I put on the tiny white g-string that cradled all I had, but I left off a bra and the nipples on my baseball-sized boobies were impossible to hide. I attached dangling gold earrings, and slipped on a matching gold necklace bracelet. They made me close my eyes as they laid out my clothes. When they finally let me open them, I saw one of the sexiest outfits I'd ever seen, much less worn. And I knew right then why the had gone overboard on the bright red nails and lipstick. Red really was a good choice. And even more so, as you will see. I sat on the bed and they each rolled an opaque white stocking with tiny red dots up my legs. Let me emphasize that the dots really were very tiny; visible, but not overwhelming. The stockings were shorter than traditional thigh-highs, stopping a few inches above my knees, and were topped by a single red bow on each. As I'm sure you can figure out, the dress was red – tight Spandex, and VERY short. The bottom of its hem and the tops of my stockings left at least six inches of bare, tanned skin exposed. But that sexy gap was obviously by design. My five-inch, patent-leather, open-toed pumps were also bright red. But you already knew that, right? And they had red bows on them, too! "Look in the mirror, gorgeous," Sara said. I did, and couldn't believe my eyes. I still looked Sweet 16, but I was the hottest fucking Sweet 16 year old on earth. Or close to it. I'm not bragging; I'm serious. "When he sees you, I hope he doesn't cum in his pants!" said Mommy. "So tell me, sweet sister," I said. "What's his name?" Chapter 4 His name, believe it or not, is Sam, and I prayed he wouldn't want to be called "Sammy." That would have been just too damn weird, right? I was prepared to call him "Daddy," if that's what he really wanted. I frankly thought that was pretty fucking hot. He picked me up in a perfectly restored 1960 Corvette Stingray. It was red with one of those white concave insert thingys on the door I don't know they name of. Of course the Vette was red with white. What other colors would it have been? I guess Sara and Mommy were setting a "color theme" for my deflowering. As I walked out of our house, Sara handed "whatever-he-wanted-me-to-call-him" one of my suitcases. "Don't ask," she said to me. "Just enjoy!" He opened the Vette's door for me, but for me to slide into a seat that low, there was no way on earth to avoid flashing my g-string. I did, and I turned ... well, you know what color I turned. But his smile ... (Okay, fuck it! I'm officially and hereafter calling him "Daddy!" Besides, I'd never had a Daddy I gave a shit about!) ... DADDY'S smile made it worth my embarrassment. Once seated, I was able to buckle in, cross my legs, and pull the hem of my dress down enough to keep my g-string out of sight. Daddy wasn't a giant – maybe 6'2", 215 – but he was solid as a rock. I could tell he worked out. I was too shy and unsure of myself to initiate the conversation, but he quickly took over. "Samantha, please relax," he said. "You're safe with me. Both of us know Sara wouldn't have hooked us up if she had even a hint it would be otherwise." "Okay. I'll try," I said. "Do you really want me to call you `Daddy'?" "What do you want to call me?" "Well, if `Daddy' works for you, it works for me. Can I tell you I think it's pretty hot?" "I thought it would be," he said, placing a hand on the bare skin above a stocking, toying with one of the red bows. "Love your stockings," he said. "The bows are a nice touch." The stockings were VERY sexy, I'm here to tell you yet again. "So, where are we going, Daddy?" "Do you really want to know? Or would you like a surprise?" "Everything about this has been a surprise. So surprise it is." He stopped the car, popped the trunk and came back with two icy cold beers for us. "I know I shouldn't while driving," Daddy said. "But one or two should be fine." "One or two would be perfect. DADDY!" (Remember my perfect two-beer buzz? Well, it really was perfect!) I finally worked up the nerve to glance at his crotch, and he definitely had some serious wood going. I got a little bold and reached over, unzipped him, wrapped my hand around his hard circumcised cock, and started to stoke. "That feels so good," he said "I never dreamed my cock would be stroked by someone so young, so beautiful, so special!" "DA-DEEE!" I squealed. "Don't cum just yet! Save all of it for later." "Then you better stop, because I'm close." I zipped him back up, and patted his crotch. "So," I said. "Can I ask why you want a girl like me? Especially one my age?" "Because Sara showed me a picture of you and told me you were special. And a virgin! I couldn't resist. She knew I wouldn't be able to. How she knew, I still have to idea." I wondered about his wife. I wondered if he had children. I wanted to know all about him. But there would be plenty of time for that, and there was NO WAY I was fucking up this mood. Sara, my wonderful sister, had been so very right about us. Chapter 5 I guess we drove for around two hours, and downed a few more beers. Not the best idea like Daddy said, but a girl only loses her virginity once, right? The conversation was VERY nice – he concentrated completely on me. I told him the whole story of Samantha while I let my dress ride up, exposing my white g-string again. "Tease," he laughed. "But please don't stop." Before long, I noticed we were driving through a deep forest, and the woods were becoming thicker and more dense. There were stands of huge trees and green moss everywhere. I'd just figured until now he was taking me to dinner, then a hotel, which would have been fine. But I'm sure he could see my confusion. I hope we weren't going camping. I wasn't dressed for that, for sure! But here's a thought: Maybe we WOULD go camping soon. And run around NAKED the whole time! So you decide: Naked camping, or sexy secretary. Or both. Let me know: lovepinkpumps@ excite.com "I have a special place picked out for a special girl," he said. Then a small cottage came into view. Small, yes, and rustic, but on a big blue lake. I loved it ... AND the possibilities all this presented. "Yours?" I asked. "Yep," he said. "I can't think of a more beautiful and private place for us, can you?" All I could do was smile. We got out of the car (OF COURSE I flashed my bare thighs and g-string! Did you really think I wouldn't?) and headed up a short stone walkway. I just LOVED the way the click-clack of my heels echoed across the lake! Do you get hard imagining the sound stilettos make??? I hope so, because wearing heels makes me soooo horney and my stories hotter, don't you think? Aside from the sound of my heels, the first thing I noticed was the almost total silence; just the haunting sound of a few loons far out on the lake and wind through the trees. Look, I know "the haunting sound of loons" is a clichι, but you have to agree it is. It was soooo enchanting. I felt like a princess with her white knight. Okay, another clichι, but I just want to you know how I felt at this moment. We reached the door, he unlocked it and pushed it open. Then Daddy did something amazing. And romantic! He picked me up and carried me across the threshold. If he wanted to pretend to be Daddy, and be on a honeymoon with his special little daughter ... well, I was VERY fine with that. I love fantasies, remember? My new Daddy sat me down on a leather couch; I crossed my legs, but let my dress ride up, exposing my bare asscheeks. He went to the fridge and brought back two beers, then built a fire in the stone fireplace. He sat beside me and we clinked bottles. "To us," he said. "To Daddy and the virgin daughter he's about to fuck," I replied. I recrossed my legs and swung a heeled foot, inviting Daddy to put a hand on my bare thigh again. He did. Would I have the nerve to let him go under my dress and up to everything? I mulled that over for several moments, then said, "Maybe we should talk before we go any further." "Second thoughts?" he asked "Not on your life, DADDY! It's just that I'm a virgin, and I'm so confused about something. "I want you in me. So DEEP in me. I do. I'm so sure of that," I continued. "But ... uh ... well ... your touching me down there will be different than Mommy and Sara. I don't know why, but it will." "Let me ask you something, Samantha: Do you want me to suck your thingy?" "Well, I haven't really thought about it, but no," I replied. "Do you what to put it in my ass?" "Definitely NO! I've never even done that with Mommy or Sara!" "You know what that tells me?" "Not at all," I said. "No. Not a clue." "Well, honey," he said, "that just means you're 100% special GIRL. You're a `bottom' and I really like knowing that. This is my first time with a special girl. In that sense, I'm just as much a virgin as you. I know I want be a `top.' Understand?" "Sort of. I guess so. Yes." "Want to go to the bedroom?" he asked. "Can we wait just a little while?" I asked. "I love what we're doing right now, Daddy. The fire is so warm and cozy. I really feel like I'm your little girl. It's a GREAT feeling – I never had Daddy. Put your arms around me and kiss me, please." My first kiss with a man was so sweet, and so hot. Lots of tongue! Boys have kissed me before, but never a man. Sara was right – it's different with a man. MUCH better than a boy! Daddy cupped my naked asschecks, then he unzipped my dress enough to put a hand inside and on a bare boobie. He kissed around my neck, and I could feel my pooper muscles tightening and loosening uncontrollably on the buttplug. I reached for his crotch, squeezed, and said, "Wait." I got up, tugged my tight dress off, stepped out of it, and kicked it aside. But I couldn't help myself – I put my hands over the pouch of my g-string. "Don't," Daddy said. "Please don't be embarrassed. " "I'm not embarrassed. Promise," I said. "It's just that nobody has seen all of me except the doctors, and Mommy and Sara. I guess I'm just a little shy, that's all. I paused, then said in a whisper, "And I squirt a little. Not much, but I don't want to get it on you. I just want to be a special girl and nothing more. For my Daddy, okay? "Besides," I giggled. "I'd rather show you something else." I turned and shoved my ass toward him, spread my plump hiney-cheeks, and showed him the buttplug. "See? I'm getting all stretched out for your big cock, Daddy!" I wiggled my bootie a little, moved the g-string aside, and pulled out the buttplug. The "pop" it made as the widest part cleared my lubed sphincter was delicious! There was even a little air fart! He heard, but just smiled. And I giggled, of course, because it wasn't stinky. I discovered that removing a buttplug is always challenging, and air farts happen. "Even if I keep the g-string on for awhile longer," I said, "there's nothing in the way of your putting your big cock in my hole!" Then I turned back to him, fell to my knees, unzipped him, and he helped me pull his pants and underwear off. I placed my hand on his cock again and stroked. "It's big, Daddy!" I said, seeing all of it for the first time. And I wasn't joking. I mean, it wasn't a foot-long log or anything like that – that would split me in two – but a very nice seven inches. And this is my first time! I didn't want a cock that would kill me! I swallowed it until it hit the back of my throat. Then I took my lips off, licked up and down the shaft, and cupped his balls. He moaned. I pinched just under his cockhead with two fingers, licked the head, then tongued his peehole. "If you like what I'm wearing, I can keep it on," I said. "Or I can see what goodies Sara packed for me. What do you want your little girl to wear when you fuck her for the first time, Daddy?" "Stay just like you are, beautiful," he said. "The red bows and heels are perfect." "Okay, Daddy. I just want to make you happy," I teased. "Ready to take your little girl's virginity? Ready to fuck me, Daddy?" In case you can't tell, I was seriously getting into this "Daddy" shit. "Now it's time for me to ask you some," I said. He replied, "Go ahead," "Do you want me to be your innocent little virgin daughter? Or do you want your daughter to be a dirty whore?" "So, what do you want to be?" he asked "Both!" I giggled. By the way, my giggle is even more enticing than Mommy's, if you remember how sweet hers is from Part One. "First, I want you to make love to me," I continued. "This is my first time, and I want to remember being loved by my first man. I want you to go soooo slow. Then, I want to be your dirty little cum-slut whore of a daughter." "Deal," Daddy said, picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom, just like he had when we crossed the threshold of our "honeymoon cottage." Oh, fuck! I was really scared, but this is my next step. Right? Chapter 6 I sucked Daddy to within an inch of an orgasm. This time I took each of his eggs very gently into my mouth and lightly sucked them. I was ready now, so I laid on my back, spread my legs, and dug my heels into the bed's comforter. I told Daddy that Mommy and Sara had made me very aware that there would be pain – maybe even intense pain – but it would turn to pleasure. "I may cry – maybe even scream – but don't take it out, Daddy," I whispered. "Please, just go slowly." He rolled on top of me, aimed his cock at my pucker, and pushed the head past my anal ring. I muffled the inevitable scream as best as I could, and put a death grip on the bedspread. My heels dug deeper into the comforter. I was able to relax my pooper muscles a little, and asked him to go deeper. When he did, it hurt so bad I screamed out loud in pain this time. But I put my hands on his asscheeks and kept him inside me. "Almost all the way in, honey," he said. "Just about home." "All the way," I said. "Make love to your little girl." I felt his balls touch my asscheeks and I knew the pain was just about over. I felt so stretched and full! After he had pumped into my hole a few times, I was able to start to push back. We got into a slow rhythm and I wrapped my legs around Daddy. THIS is what I had dreamed about for SO long. I was not just a little sissy anymore; I was a YOUNG woman. "I've never felt anything like this," he moaned. "So tight!" "Unnnnnnng! Ohoooooo!" was all I could manage. Then, "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy! Take my virginity! I always wanted my Daddy to be my first. Did you know that? Fuck your little daughter's hole!" Now we started to SLAM against each other; I was being PLOWED! Okay, so making love had turned into animalistic lust. Wasn't that supposed to happen? I ask because I really didn't know. I tightened and loosened my pootie muscles with each thrust. I had learned to do that with the little dildo Mommy bought me. Remember? I could feel an orgasm coming and I dug my fingernails into Daddy's back. I didn't give a fuck right then if his wife saw the marks. I wasn't stealing anything that belonged to her. I would give him back to her when this was over, but this was special. I was special. It's different than being a home-wrecker. I wouldn't be that for ANY married man, okay? I could feel the cup of my thong dampen, then I squirted four little ropes into it. I made Daddy stop for just a minute, then placed my thighs on his shoulders, opening me up even further. My heels looked so sexy pointed straight up! So submissive! So femmy! "Fuck me harder, please," I moaned. We were lost in heat when my second orgasm hit just as he erupted into my hole. We continued fucking hard, then he went soft and his cock popped out; his cum dribbling out of my hole. I wiped some of it with my finger and tasted it. Great! He dismounted, wrapped me in in his arms, and kissed my forehead as we struggled to catch our breath. Neither of us spoke for maybe 15 minutes, then he asked, "Are you okay?" "Perfect," I said, reaching for his cock. He began to erect. "I see someone is waking up!" So I straddled him and eased his cock into my wet hole. "Now make your daughter your dirty little whore, Daddy," I groaned. "I want to be your whore. You can fuck me anytime you want." (And I REALLY meant that.) I moved up and down a little, then sat on it until he was up to the hilt. Putting my hands on his chest for leverage, I threw back my head and began to hump. He cupped my asscheeks and our movements synced. Another orgasm wracked my body. I knew it was a dry one – my little marbles had been drained – and kept grinding on his cock until I felt him began to spasm. Orgasms were coming in waves over me now. I actually lost count! This must be how a woman riding a Sybian feels. My anal muscles were clamped down so hard on Daddy's cock I felt his cum shoot deep into me. Spent, I collapsed on him. "Samantha, honey, you are spectacular," he said. "I can't believe this is your first time, but I know it was by how tight you are – even after being stretched by a buttplug." "You aren't so bad yourself, Daddy," I replied. "Give me a minute?" A Short Final Chapter I untangled from him, got off the bed, grabbed my suitcase and headed for the bathroom. I stripped out of my heels and stockings, then sat on the toilet, tinkled and pooped out as much of his cum as I could. When I was done, I opened my suitcase. On top of the neatly folded clothes was a box and short note from Mommy and Sara. It read: "Dearest Samantha, "By now you are the woman you always wanted to be. You are nothing short of a miracle. "We've packed several sexy outfits for you, but there's something in the box we want you to wear first. You'll understand. "Love, "Mommy and Sara" I opened the box and pulled out an extremely sheer, white body-stocking. It was CROTCHLESS! Holy shit! Mommy and Sara were telling me to show Daddy everything! I guess this is how Feminization 201 would start; showing a man how special I really am. Then I used one of the scented douches Sara had packed. I figured out how to get the damn body-stocking on and smoothed it out, stretching the opening around my now swollen three-inch peepee. My little nipples were like diamonds and very visible! There were several pairs of heels in the suitcase, and all were great, but I selected my favorites – pink, five-inch, patent-leather pumps. As I slid into my heels, I realized I was shaking I was so nervous! Well, Mommy had guided me along beautifully so far, and that thought calmed me. At least little. And Sara said I was the kind of girl Daddy wanted, so I took a deep breath, opened the door, and ... ... stepped into another new world.