Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2021 19:10:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Renee Randall <reneerand29@yahoo.com>
Subject: Karen's Toy Chapter 2: Karen's Toys

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Karen's Toys
(The More The Merrier)

A Continuation of Karen's Toy


Chapter Eleven


Donnie was lonely.  No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to fit in with
any group of kids at school.  He was "too girly" for the boys, a boy and
therefore "too rough" for the girls, "too young" compared to his
classmates, "too smart" (intellectually) compared to anyone he knew, and
too socially inept to understand the subtleties of the high school social
scene.  He was quite intelligent, having been pushed two grades ahead in
school, and his birth date was days before the cut off for the next year's
grade.  That meant he was at least two years younger and physically much
smaller than any of his classmates, which helped explain his social
ineptness - social and intellectual intelligence do not always go hand in
hand and both social and physical development of any child between the ages
of thirteen and fifteen are extensive.

He saw the approaching return of summer vacation as a much needed break
from the stresses of school.  As much as he enjoyed the learning part of
school and the discussions he often had with his teachers after class, what
was going on with the kids around him was a complete mystery.  Insults
often went right over his head initially; occasionally understood later,
but frequently not in the moment.

Girls had become more and more difficult to understand, even those who had
been his friends when he was much younger.  Several had been friends back
then and before their move to this neighborhood, but none had maintained
contact for more than a couple of months, they lived too far away for him
to walk to visit and none of the girls here had been friendly in the least
since he came.  As for the boys: he was totally uninterested in sports,
didn't enjoy their rough games, didn't like fighting at all and found them
generally to be self-absorbed intellectual morons who lashed out at anyone
and anything that threatened to diminish their exaggerated self image even
slightly; in other words, dangerous and emotionally unstable threats to his
personal safety.

Karen.  She was beautiful and smart, but totally unapproachable.  How could
he.  Even though he dreamed of having a relationship with her, she was
three years older, a grade ahead and clearly in a totally different league.

He often thought of her flowing auburn hair, her breasts and the unknown
region between her legs as he played with his little willie in bed at
night.  The mental image of her undressing in front of him was usually all
it took for him to achieve an orgasm.  It had only been very recently that
these sessions included the release of seminal fluids and he was still
trying to find ways to hide the fact that he was masturbating so often from
his father.

School was over for the day and there weren't that many left before
vacation began.  He saw Karen standing across the parking lot from where he
was and tried screwing himself up to finally approach this girl he found so
intriguing.  To his dismay, he saw her approach another boy in his class,
Dave, who he knew but had rarely even talked to.  As he watched, they
walked back and forth between their mothers' car before both leaving
together in her mother's car.

Disappointed, he started looking anxiously for his father's pickup.  His
father was never here on time.  In fact, he was often the last kid to be
picked up after school and he wished his father would just let him take the
bus.  He'd get home quicker and he wouldn't have to stand around alone for
so long explaining to the occasional teacher why he was still there up to
an hour after school let out.

Finally, he saw his father's pickup pulling into the school parking lot.
At least he got there before everyone else was gone for once.  He tried his
best not to let his increasing frustration show on is face as he climbed
into the cab.

"How was school today," his father asked in a somewhat perfunctory manner,
as if it was an obligation rather than actual curiosity.

"Okay, I guess," Donnie answered, fastening his seat belt as the pickup
pulled out of the parking lot.

"I got us tickets to the ball game tomorrow," his father said, mildly
enthusiastically while pulling out into traffic on the main street.  "Red
Socks are visiting.  Should be a great game."

"Sounds like fun," he answered less than enthusiastically.  "Why does he
think I'm suddenly going to be interested in something like that?" he
wondered to himself.  He really didn't understand his father at all and it
was obvious that his father understood him even less.

Their relationship had never been that great, but since the accident his
mother and older sister had died in last fall, it had become increasingly
strained.  His father had since kept trying to toughen him up; to "make a
man out of him".  The more his father tried, the more Donnie resisted.

In his loneliness, when his father was at work or away for a few hours and
he was alone in the house, he often found himself in his sister's room,
which his father had left completely unchanged since the accident.  He
really missed his sister and his mother.  He had never realized how much
he'd relied on their support to get through things in the past.  Now, they
were gone and her room held the only real reminders of he had to cling to.

A couple of months before, on a Saturday his father had been required to
work, he'd again found himself in her room thinking about them.  He'd
walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer in her dresser, hoping
for something tangible to reconnect him with the sister he'd nearly
worshipped as they grew up together.  There he'd seen the dozens of panties
of various colors and varied soft materials totally unlike the rough cotton
of his jockey shorts.

Curious about these foreign items, he'd pulled a light blue satin pair out
of the drawer and felt the softness and smoothness of the shimmery material
between his fingers.  He'd lifted them up to his face, drinking in the
familiar but long missed odor of his sister and luxuriating in the feel of
the material against his cheek.  The combination of sensations had excited
him like he'd never been excited before.

After a few blissful minutes of indulging in feeling the material against
his cheek and the lingering odors he associated with his sister, he'd begun
to wonder what it must feel like to wear something this smooth and sexy.
He'd always admired the way his sister dressed.  She'd been so pretty and
had such a keen sense of style.  Maybe, if he put on the panties that would
bring him closer to her.

It wasn't long before he'd found himself admiring himself in her full
length mirror wearing the panties.  The feel of his hands running across
the slick material on his cock and ass had been unbelievable.  "How can
they wear such things and not be horny all the time?" he'd asked himself.

Pulling off the rest of his own clothes, he'd soon starting putting on more
of hers.  He'd begun with a bra that seemed to be a match for the panties
and managed to get it fastened and into position after a few minutes of
struggling with the hooks and eyes in the back.  Looking in the mirror,
he'd been disappointed at the empty bra cups and decided to fill them each
with a couple pairs of panties.

By this time, his small cock had stiffened up and was tenting out the
panties - a spot of precum soaking through at the tip.  He reached down and
spread the thin seminal fluid around his cock head through the soft
material with one of his fingers as he watched himself in the mirror.  The
sensation of the liquid being gently spread across the material over his
cock head almost pushed him over the orgasmic edge.

It had been a life altering experience.  If he thought he could get away
with it, he would have worn panties every day after that.  He knew,
however, that his father would be very upset had he known what his son was
up to in his late daughter's room and that he could never let him know that
he liked wearing girl's clothes, let alone how much he liked it.


Sherry was something of a genius when it came to hairstyling.  Somehow, she
turned the shaggy mop of once male hair on his head into a stylish, albeit
short, and quite feminine coiffure.  Now, there was little chance anyone
would ever mistake Davina for a boy.  She was just too pretty and too
obviously a girl - even though she wasn't.

Karen was beside herself at how well her plans were turning out.  Davina,
once Dave, was now pretty, feminine and completely under her control.  Not
only that, but her mother and Davina's mother had unknowingly become
co-conspirators in her plan to turn the former boy into her private shemale
sex toy.

The only thing left to fulfilling her ultimate goal, beyond his actual
physical feminization (something she was now certain was inevitable), was
her desire to have a second boy/girl under her control to feminize and
dominate.  She wasn't too worried about completing this next step since
things had gone so well with her plans regarding Davina and was just
awaiting the opportunity.

The ride back home from the mall was delightful.  Davina was sitting next
to her in the back seat, squirming as their mothers were in the front seat
discussing his further feminization.  Every time hormones or implants came
up in their conversation, his discomfort became more visible until she
reached over, slid her hand up under his skirt and stroked his cock through
the panties and cock cage.  Then, his attention would switch to frustration
about not being able to feel what she was doing under that skirt and
desperately wanting her hand directly to be in contact with the imprisoned
member.

Davina, on the other hand, was frustrated beyond belief.  He loved wearing
girl's clothes.  However, he intensely feared discovery and the abuse he
was certain he'd receive from his contemporaries should anyone find out.
He also loved the attention and compliments he'd received when people
thought he was a girl.  He thought Karen and her mother were incredibly
sexy and desirable.  He wanted to please his mother, whom he loved very
much.  He desperately wanted to get the hated cage of his penis, which
still kept trying to get hard in spite of the offending object.  He was
feeling incredibly confused and vulnerable.

Karen was basking in her success as their car pulled into their driveway.


"I bought the damn tickets and we're going," Donnie's dad insisted, a touch
of anger in his voice.  "Damn kid.  Try to do something special for him,
like buying tickets to a ball game, and what does he do?" he thought to
himself.  "He acts like I'm leading him to the gallows.  Whatever am I
going to do with that boy?"

Donnie didn't want to disappoint his father, but baseball just didn't
interest him.  He liked music, he liked theater, he liked painting and he
liked women's clothes.  Those were his interests beyond the sciences he
studied in school.

How could he explain to his father that he'd rather stay home and practice
playing the oboe than go to a ball game, even though practicing was not
high on his list of things he enjoyed doing.  The oboe had been a gift from
his mother who had once herself had dreams of becoming a concert cellist.
At least practicing would do something positive in his eyes and wasn't just
a waste of his time.

His father had never understood how much he'd loved playing in the school
orchestra and the youth orchestra his mother had let him play in when she
was alive.  He hadn't even understood his wife's love of playing in a
community orchestra herself.  Donnie still had the school orchestra, but it
was nowhere near as fulfilling, since at least half the kids in the class
were there for the "easy A" they expected to get, whether they seriously
applied themselves or completely failed to apply themselves at all.

He had no aptitude for sports, nowhere as much physical strength as his
contemporaries and almost no large muscle coordination in comparison to
other boys his age.  Additionally, he found baseball and most other sports
exceedingly boring and pointless.  For the life of him, he couldn't see
what his father, or anyone else for that matter, enjoyed about watching
somebody else throwing, running around silly bases and hitting a ball with
an oversized stick.  Not only that, but most of the time was spent just
sitting and waiting for something to happen.  Even the food fare he could
expect left him cold: hot dogs, nachos and stale soda pop half spilled by
the hands it went through reaching him where he sat in the stands.

His father had gone in to his office this Saturday because of some problem
at a construction site he was supervising.  He had said he'd be home in
plenty of time to go to the game, but Donnie was looking for a way to stall
this off completely.  Finally, needing some way to free himself from the
tension and pent up energy he was feeling, he decided to take a walk.

He was several blocks away from home and just thinking he'd better turn
around soon and get home before his father did, when he noted a car pulling
into a driveway across the street from where he was.  Two gorgeous women in
their thirties climbed out of the front seat and there, right before his
eyes, was the object of his desire he'd been lusting after at school
climbing out of the back seat.  Exiting the car on the other side, he saw
another very pretty girl he didn't recognize at all.

As he stood there, riveted to the spot and staring at these visions of
loveliness, Karen briefly caught his eye.  He immediately averted his
vision and stared at the ground, hoping she hadn't noticed he was staring
at her.

Then, glancing at his watch, he decided he'd better hurry up, if he was
going to get home before his father did.  He started walking again at a
much more hurried pace than before and leaving the sight that had so
captivated him behind as he went.

"Where've you been," his father bellowed as he walked in the front door.
"I left work before I should have, just to be sure we'd make it to the game
before it started.  And where the hell were you when I got here?  Not here
that's for sure."

"I took a walk," Donnie explained meekly.

"Took a walk!?!" the parental figure responded explosively.  "I told you I
wanted to leave by one o'clock and it's already one fifteen.  Now grab your
mitt and let's get going!"

"Grab my mitt?" Donnie thought to himself.  "I never caught a ball during a
ball game at school.  What does he expect; that I'm magically going to
catch a fly ball at a professional ball game?  How ridiculous is that?"


"That was interesting," Karen thought to herself as she turned to head into
her house.  She'd seen him before at school.  Danny or Donnie something.
Never thought too much about him before.  He was that brainy kid in
Davina's year at school.  Skipped a couple of grades from what others had
told her.  "I wonder..."

Momentarily her attention was distracted when Davina suddenly cried out.
One of his heels had found a small hole in the asphalt in the driveway,
twisting his ankle.  Suddenly limping and crying, he clearly needed help
getting back into the house.

She and Cynthia, his mother, responded and helped support him into the
house.

"Oh, dear," Cynthia said as they helped her through the door and onto the
couch in the living room.  "You've got to be more careful when wearing
heels, Davina.  You could break your cute little ankle doing something like
that, little girl.

"Here, let me check it out," she added, as she lifted his foot up to
inspect his ankle.

After poking and prodding it then moving it around, she said, "It doesn't
seem to be broken, just mildly sprained.  If it's not feeling better in an
hour or so, we'll take you in to the doctor to get it checked out.  Better
safe than sorry."

"Here," Susan said, handing him a glass of water she'd just brought from
the kitchen.  "I know it won't do anything to help with the pain, but have
a drink anyway."

He gratefully received the proffered liquid and took a couple large gulps.
He was also quite parched, although he hadn't realized it before he started
drinking.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Karen offered, sympathetically.

He stared at her, unable to say what he was thinking in the presence of
their respective mothers.

"Other than that," she added so that only he was able to hear and fully
aware he was thinking about the cock cage.

"Please," he responded, equally quietly and entreating her with his eyes.

"Later, I promise," she answered under her breath.

"What was that?" Susan asked, having heard, but not well enough to
understand what was being said.

"I just promised her I'd help her try on and model all of her new clothes
for you later, even if she can't yet walk," Karen replied plainly.

"That's so sweet of you honey," her mother responded, giving her daughter a
quick shoulder hug.

"For now," Susan went on, directing her daughter back toward the front
door.  "Why don't you help me bring in the rest of her new clothes from the
car while Davina's mother takes care of her.  Then you can help her put her
things in the guest room for now."

As they headed back out to the car, Cynthia sat down next to her
"daughter", placed her hand on his skirted leg, gently stroking his leg
through the fabric of the dress.  "You're so lovely," she said, looking him
in the eyes.  "I only wish I'd known I had such a beautiful daughter years
ago.  We could have shared so much and I have so much I could have been
teaching you about being a girl.  There's just so much you need to know
before going out into a world of men."

After a few minutes of silence, as Karen and her Mom made multiple trips
out to the car to bring in more bags, she added, "Please forgive me for
being so blind.  I should have realized long ago that you were really a
girl.  We could have shared so much joy together before now.

"You've made me so happy, I can never express it," she added, with a final
squeeze of his thigh.

Davina was even more conflicted now than he'd already been.  Seeing his
mother so happy when she'd spent so much of his life obviously depressed
was wonderful and he wanted, no needed to find a way to keep her from
slipping back into her usual pit of depression.  At the same time, there
were these fabulous clothes and the way people treated him when they
thought he was a girl making him feel so wonderful.  Was he really still a
boy?  Had he ever really been a boy?  Did he still want to be a boy?  What
about the bullies at school and what they'd do to him if they ever found
out about this?  He was truly in a quandary.

Karen came back in with the last bag of purchases, walked up to Davina and
said, "Come on girlfriend.  Let's go get you dressed in and start modeling
some of your new clothes for our mothers."

"Let me give you a hand, dear," Cynthia said as she helped her crossdressed
son to his feet and supported him into Karen' bedroom.

Together they helped the somewhat crippled boy/girl into Karen's bedroom.

"Please just let me lie down for a bit," Davina plead, first looking at his
mother and then Karen.  "My ankle hurts too much right now.  Please don't
ask me to do anything else right now."

"Okay, dear," Cynthia said sympathetically in response.  "You just put your
feet up and lie back there on the bed for a little while.  And Karen, why
don't you keep her company while she does, so she doesn't get lonely."

"Sure, Mrs. Sanders," Karen replied innocently.  "I'd love to.  Davina's my
best girlfriend ever and I'll do whatever I can to make sure she's
comfortable."

"I'll be back in to check on you," his/her mother said before leaving.
Then added, "Oh, and Karen dear, you don't have to call me 'Mrs. Sanders'.
Just call me 'Cynthia'.

"Or, if you like...," she started to add.  "Well, no.  It's too soon for
that.  Forget I said anything."

Karen and Davina exchanged glances briefly as she stepped out the door,
closing it behind her.

Karen leaned down and took a good look at his ankle.  "It's pretty swollen.
I hope you didn't break your ankle or anything like that."

"It really hurts," was all he could think to say in response.  Then he
added, plying for sympathy, "It's broken.  I'm sure it's broken.  If it
wasn't broken, it wouldn't hurt this bad."

"Cry baby," Karen said dismissively.  "You probably just twisted your ankle
a little bit.  You'll be fine.

"Although," she thought out loud.  "If I know my Mom, she's gonna come in
here in a minute and look at that ankle for herself.  Then she's gonna want
to take you to the hospital to make sure you're all right.

"Pull your dress up!" she commanded suddenly.  "I'm taking your cock cage
off for now.  Can't have those doctors and nurses seeing it."

She quickly leaned down and, pulling the chain with the key out from
between her breasts, she unlocked and eased off the terrible thing.  As
soon as she had it clear, she pulled the skirt of his dress back down and
headed over to her nightstand, where she hid it in a drawer, saying, "It
goes back on when we get home."

"Don't make me put it back on," he pled again.  "I'll do anything you want.
Just please don't make me wear that thing again."

"If anybody at the hospital asks you about the way you're dressed," she
said sternly.  "Tell them it's because you want to become a girl.  You do
that and I'll think about not making you wear it again."

Sure enough, she had barely finished that statement, when her mother burst
into the room, followed closely by Cynthia and saying, "All right, where's
that ankle.  I want to take a good look at it for myself."

As she examined it, poking and prodding as she asked if it hurt here or
there, he winced and yelped a couple of times.

"I know she's your daughter, Cyndy," Susan said looking up at her.  "But I
think we should take her in to the hospital and get it checked out; make
sure it's not broken."

"I guess you're right," Cynthia replied somewhat reluctantly, looking down
at her child.  "I just wasn't sure I was ready to have a doctor know about
her yet.  I knew we'd have to eventually, but I wasn't sure it was time
yet."

Karen smiled to herself.  It almost seemed like fate was on her side.
Maybe, if everything went the way she hoped it would, he might be on his
way to having a nice set of boobs of his own sooner than she had expected
or even hoped for.



Chapter Twelve


Davina waited impatiently in the examination room with his mother.  He was
seated on the examination table with the swollen ankle up, while she sat in
a chair next to him.  The wait in the waiting room had seemed interminable.
A vehicle accident and an obvious broken leg both came in while they were
waiting out there.  Now it seemed to him like the doctor was taking his
sweet time getting in the examination room.

Finally, the door opened and the doctor entered initially facing away from
while reading Davina's chart.  As she looked up from the clipboard, she
took one look at Davina and almost gasped.

"It says here on the chart you're a boy," she said, unconsciously
straightening the open front of her white coat with her free hand as she
spoke.  "But looking at you, that seems hard to believe."

"She just told me the other day that she wants to become a girl," Cynthia
explained.  "We haven't seen anybody about that yet.  We came in about the
ankle."

"Yes, I understand that," the doctor said, setting down the chart and
stepping to where she could get a good look at the ankle.  "It's definitely
at least a bad sprain.  Could be broken.  No way to be sure without an
x-ray.

"Tell you what, I'm going to send you down to imaging and get a picture of
this," she then added as she stood upright again.  "However, I know they're
jammed up a bit down there right now and it may take a while to get in.  In
the meantime, if you don't mind, I'd like to get a better idea of what's
going on with you Dave, about you wanting to be a girl.  Is that true?  Do
you really want to be a girl?"

"Yes, ma'am" he replied, thinking about what Karen might do to him if he
said anything else.  "I do want to be a girl."  It was true, after all.

"Well, then," the doctor said, glancing at Cynthia.  "Why don't you have
your 'daughter' take off her pretty dress and her panties.  I'd like to
have a good look at her penis and testicles, first.  See if there's
anything going on physically that we should know about first."

"Do as the doctor says," Cynthia directed, with a nod of her head.

Davina hopped down off the examination table.  He then unzipped the dress
and carefully lifted it over his head, making sure not to brush any of his
makeup off onto it.  After folding it neatly and handing it to his mother,
he lowered his panties and stepped out of them.

"Back up on the examination table and put your feet up into those
stirrups." The doctor directed.

Davina wanted to somehow disappear into the table.  There he was,
spread-eagled with his junk on clear view and a woman he'd never seen
before poking and prodding his privates.  It was humiliating.

"What's this?" the doctor said after looking for only a moment.  She'd seen
several dark marks left by Davina's penis trying to force its way out of
the cock cage and mistaken them for faint scars.  "Oh dear.

"Okay, Davina darling, you can put your panties and your pretty dress back
on," she added after standing back upright.  "Then I want you to step out
of the exam room for a moment, while I have a word with your mother."

He did as directed and once dressed, stepped out into the hallway.

"Mrs. Sanders," the doctor said with a serious tone in her voice.  "I'm not
a gender specialist, but I think you'd better get your daughter in to see
one as soon as possible."

"Why," Cynthia said, concern quite evident in her voice.  "Is there
something wrong?"

"I've never seen this before, but I've read about it and I see clear signs
of apparent past attempts at self-mutilation," the doctor reported,
sounding urgent.  "I fear that if you don't get her treatment as soon as
possible, both psychological and hormonal, she may progress to serious
attempts at suicide."

"Suicide!" the frightened mother reacted.  "I never realized it could be so
serious."

"Trans kids are statistically more than twice as likely to commit suicide
than the general population," the doctor explained on, "And I seriously
believe your daughter may be in serious danger if you don't get her help
immediately.

"Here," she said as she started writing on a prescription pad.  "Get this
filled today and get her started on these right away, at least until you
can get her in to see a specialist."

"Thank you doctor," Cynthia said gratefully.  "Thank you so much.  I'll get
her in to see someone right away.  I can't lose my baby.  I won't take that
chance."


"What am I going to do with you?" his father said disgustedly as they left
the ball park.  "Two to nothing game, the only runs scored were in the
first inning and we didn't get here until half way through the second."

"I'm sorry, Dad," Donnie moaned.  "I didn't mean to be late coming home.  I
got sidetracked."

"Hmmmf," his father responded, unlocking his pickup.

They rode home in silence, not a word being spoken between them.  Donnie
was getting nervous, His father was rarely this quiet unless he was really
angry.

Finally, the pickup pulled into their driveway and his father said, "You
got your key with you?"

"Yeah," Donnie responded.

"Then, get out and let yourself in.  I'll be back later, after I cool off a
little."

With that, Donnie got out of his father's truck and walked up to the door,
hearing his father back out into the street and squeal his tires as he
drove off.  He let himself inside and turned on the lights.  The sun had
just gone down and, although it wasn't dark yet, it would be soon.

Once inside, he plopped down on the couch in the living room and began to
cry.  He couldn't be the son his father wanted him to be.  It just wasn't
in him.

He missed his mother and sister.  They wouldn't have made him feel like he
did.  The more he thought about them, the more he missed them and
desperately wanted to somehow be with them again.

He thought about his sister's clothes again.  "Maybe...,"

"But, no," he stopped himself.  "I can't do that again.  Dad would kill me
if he found out."

Why couldn't he be more like his Dad?  He couldn't figure it out.  Why did
nothing his father was interested in interest him?

His thoughts went back to his mother and his sister again.  "I wish Mamma
was here," he pined aloud.  Then his thoughts returned to his sister's
clothes sitting up in her room.

"Maybe just for a minute..." he mused to himself.  "What he doesn't know
won't hurt anything and it's not like I'd be doing something really bad."

The urge to go into her room and put on something of hers was overwhelming.
He couldn't resist it.  Somehow, he just knew wearing some of her clothing
would make him feel better - like she was somehow back in his life.  "Mom
wouldn't have minded," he thought to himself.  "She would have understood
and been sympathetic."

Driven by feelings he neither understood nor could contain, he went back up
to his sister's room and walked up to her dresser.  He carefully selected a
powder blue pair of nylon panties with white lacing around the leg openings
and waist, along with a matching bra from the corresponding drawers, and
lay them gently on her bed.  Looking in the drawer she had kept her slips
in, he found a slip in a much lighter shade of blue, but the closest he
could find, and set it alongside the panties and bra.  He then walked over
to her closet and found the royal blue dress and matching 2 inch heels her
mother had bought her for the dance she was supposed to attend the evening
of the day after the fatal accident.

She had only worn the dress and heels to try them on, but they were hers
and the last thing his mother and sister had shopped for together.  They
were special, they were his sister's and, like all of her clothes, he knew
they would feel wonderful if he put them on.  He knew he shouldn't, but he
was really hurting and seeking some kind of solace - any kind of solace.

He stood there for a moment just looking at the clothes and imagining
putting them on.  Then without even thinking about it, his hand found the
zipper on his jeans and he started unzipping it.  Before he knew it, he was
kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants to the floor.  His t-shirt and
undershirt flew off into a corner of the room as he sat on the side of the
bed to pull off his socks.

He paused once more, feeling a slight pang of guilt, then proceeded to pull
on the panties.  His cock immediately hardened as the filmy material slid
across it.  He stood there momentarily, luxuriating in the feel of the
material on its sensitive head, then reached over and grabbed the bra.  It
was a padded push-up bra and once he had it on and adjusted, it gave him
the appearance of small but quite visible breasts.

His hands went to the bra cups, feeling them as if they had real breasts in
them and imagining he had his sister's.  "How nice it must be to have real
breasts and wear things this beautiful all the time," he thought to
himself.  In his imagination he watched his chest growing feminine breasts
until they looked just like his sister's had.  "How I wish I'd been born a
girl," the thought appearing in his mind for the first time.  "Then I'd be
able to wear things like this all the time and my father wouldn't be so mad
at me for not being like him."

He reached over and picked up the gown and slipped it over his head,
reaching behind to zip it up the back.  Carefully smoothing it out, he sat
back on the bed to put on the sling back heels.  Once on, he cautiously
stood, balancing himself on the heels, and carefully walked over to her
makeup table.

He'd never tried to put on makeup before and he tried to remember watching
his mother and sister when they did it.  He looked around at the vast array
of products he knew next to nothing about.  As he thought back, he
remembered his mother had always started with a liquid base makeup, but he
didn't see anything like that here, not realizing his sister didn't have
any because she didn't need any.

Picking one item up after another, he finally found a liquid eye liner.
He'd watched his sister putting that on, so he tried his best to create a
fine line on his eyelids.  It was grossly uneven and thick, but what could
he expect having never done it before nor had any instruction whatsoever.

He followed that by applying eye shadow much too thickly and an inordinate
amount of rouge on his cheeks.  He finished off his attempt with an
unevenly applied coat of a dark red lipstick.  He looked in the mirror at
the feminine but somewhat clownish makeup job, disappointed at how poorly
he'd done but pleased at the fact he looked like a girl anyway.

"Figures," the voice behind him grumbled, startling him.  "My son is a
fucking fairy princess."

Donnie swung around in horror just in time to see his father walk brusquely
out the door.  He jumped to his feet and reached the bedroom door in time
to see his father exit the front door, slamming it behind him.

"Oh, God!" Donnie cried out, bursting into tears again.  He ran to the
front door, but afraid to open it, lest someone see how he was dressed,
just stood there as he heard his father's pickup squeal its tires leaving
the driveway.

"What have I done?" he thought in a panic.  "What am I gonna do?"

Tears streamed down his face, his eye makeup streaking down his face along
with the them.  He ran back to the bedroom and as quickly as he could he
wiped the makeup off his face with one of his sister's makeup removing
wipes.  He then unzipped the gown and carefully replaced it on its hanger.
The heels came off next, followed quickly by the under things.

Once everything was put away and back in its place, he changed back into
his own clothes and left his sister's room in shame.  He couldn't ever
remember feeling this bad.  Not only had he lost his mother and sister, but
now he'd lost his father too.  He was sure of it.  He'd never seen his
father act like that before and just knew that he now hated him.

He went back downstairs, sat on the couch and turned on the television, but
couldn't find anything he wanted to watch.  In frustration, he turned it
back off and just sat there stewing about what had just happened.

Hours went by and still his father did not return.  He was hungry, but had
no appetite whatsoever despite the grumbling in his stomach.  All he could
do was imagine how bad it was going to be once his father did get home.

Finally, frustration and nervous energy got to him and he decided he needed
to take a walk to clear his head.  Not even thinking about where he was
going, he soon found himself on the same street where he'd seen Karen and
her pretty friend earlier.  To his disbelief, the same car pulled into the
same driveway and one of the older women he'd seen before helped the girl
he didn't know out of the car.  The girl was struggling to get out while
using a pair of crutches.

As he continued watching her get out, she glanced his way, then immediately
turned away from him, almost like she was trying to hide from him.  He
thought for a moment that there was something familiar about her, but at
the same time was certain he'd never seen her before.  A girl that pretty
he'd have remembered.

Then Karen appeared coming out of the door at an almost run to help the new
girl inside.  She looked up at him briefly and gave him a warm smile before
heading indoors.  The smile warmed him and soothed his bruised feelings
like a healing balm.


Karen sat impatiently near the front door.  Davina and his Mom had gone to
the hospital hours ago and should have been back long ago.  She wished her
mother had gone too and taken her along, even though they would have had to
spent he whole time sitting in the waiting room.  What had happened?  Had
Davina told them what she told him to say? How bad was he really injured?

Then she heard Cynthia's car pulling into the driveway.  She jumped up and
ran outside to see if she could help.  Davina was having a hard time
getting out of the car seat, even with his mother's help.  She rushed
forward and helped him steady himself on the crutches he was struggling
with.

As she did, she noticed the same kid she'd seen earlier looking at them
from across the street.  She smiled at him, thinking he looked kind of lost
and not very masculine in the least.  If Davina was going to be out of
commission for a while, maybe this was someone else she could mess with.
After all, she still had that dream of controlling and making two reluctant
shemales make love with each other in front of her.

She turned her attention back to Davina and helped him inside.

Once inside, she glanced out the front window to see the boy still standing
there glancing in her general direction.  After a moment he started slowly
walking down the street, dragging his feet slightly as he went.  "Odd," she
wondered.

She rushed back out her front door and called out, "Hey, you.  Boy!"

Donny's pace increased.

"You, Danny or Donny!  Whatever it is."

He paused, hearing his name.

"Are you stalking me?" she demanded, standing erectly on the walkway that
led up to her front door.

"Uh, no," he replied shyly.  "I was just taking a walk."

"Didn't I see you here earlier when we came back from the mall?" she
charged him.  "Weren't you spying on me then too?"

"I'm not spying on you," he answered, barely loud enough for her to hear.
"Like I said, I was just taking a walk."

"Come over here," she ordered, pointing down at her walkway.  "Don't make
me have to keep yelling at you from across the street."

He started toward her, crossing the street and his eyes avoiding hers.  She
smiled inwardly.  He was submissive to her when she ordered him to do
something.

"This is gonna be fun," she thought to herself as she watched him dragging
himself over to where she stood.

"Look at me when I talk to you," she commanded.  "And stand up straight."

He looked at her, still hesitating to look her directly in the eye, as he
stood up straighter.

"This almost going to be too easy," she mused.  Then she said severely,
"Just who do you think is going to believe in your supposed coincidence:
that you just happened to be walking by my front door twice in the same day
when I was outside for a few minutes?"

"I don't know," he replied meekly.  "But it's the truth."

"Truth!" she said with disgust in her tone.  "You actually expect me to
believe you're telling the truth?  Well, I don't and nobody else is going
to either.

"I should just go inside and call the police; that's what I should do," she
added turning, as if to go inside.

"No, no," he pled.  "Don't do that."

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned toward him.

"And why shouldn't I?" she asked, looking at him disdainfully.

Donny was beside himself.  His mother and sister were gone.  His father
hated him.  Now this girl he found so attractive was threatening to call
the police and label him as a stalker.  He didn't know what to do and felt
like a deer in the headlights, frozen in place and speechless.

"Tell me now," she demanded again, a little louder.  "Just why shouldn't I
call the police?"

"I don't know," he cowered, his voice dropping as he neared tears.  "Just
please don't.  I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" she enjoined him.

"Anything," he replied plainly, feeling completely defeated and wondering
what else could possibly go wrong in his life.

"Give me your cell phone," she demanded.

He cautiously and nervously complied.

"What's your name?" she said firmly as she looked at the screen.

"Donnie," he mumbled.

"Speak up when I asked you a question, Donna!" she barked at him.

"Donnie," he said again, louder this time.

"Not anymore it isn't, Donna," she said after entering his number into her
phone.  "Not when I'm talking to you, anyway."

"Please, don't call me that," he begged.

"I'll call you whatever I want," she countered firmly.  "You said you'd do
anything and the first thing you're gonna do for me is answer to the name
'Donna' when I use it; whenever and wherever I use it!  Got it?"

"I guess so," he cowered, again dropping his voice.

"I said 'speak up when I ask you a question'," she barked again.  "And when
nobody else is around like this, you call me 'Goddess Karen' from now on.
Got that?"

"Yes'm," he replied meekly.

"'Yes'm', what?!"

"Yes'm, Goddess Karen," he answered barely above a whisper.

"Louder," she demanded.  "I cant hear you."

"Yes'm, Goddess Karen," he responded louder.

"That's better, Donna," she said, relaxing her posture.  "That's a good
girl."

"I'm not a girl," he protested quietly.  With a look from her, he quickly
added, "Goddess Karen."

"As far as I'm concerned, you're a girl named 'Donna'," she responded
resolutely.  "And, from now on that's what you're gonna be whenever you're
with me."

"Wha...?"

She cut him off by shoving his phone back into his hand.  Then she said,
"That's enough for now, Donna.  You go home, or wherever it is you go when
you're not hanging around here spying on me.  But, if I call you, you have
to come running."

"What if..."

"No 'what if's', if you want to stay out of jail, you stalking pervert,"
she said offhandedly as she turned to go inside.

"I'm not a 'stalking pervert', Goddess Karen," he protested.

"Forget the 'Goddess Karen' crap," she responded, getting bored with it.
"If I say you're a stalking pervert, that's what you are; and, you're still
gonna do whatever I tell you to."

"I was just walking by and you were outside...,"

"Likely story," she replied momentarily turning as she started to open the
door.  Then before she stepped back inside, she added, "Nobody's gonna
believe it.  I know I don't."

"What was that about?" Susan asked as she stepped back into the living
room.

"Nothing, really," Karen replied nonchalantly.

"That wasn't 'nothing'," her mother responded with a raised eyebrow.

'Okay," Karen relented.  "It wasn't nothing.  I just promised him I
wouldn't say anything."

"About...?" Susan pried further.

"Please don't tell anyone I told you and don't say anything about it to
anyone else," she pled, almost pushing her act too far.  "He's a boy I know
from school and..., And, well, he's sorta dealing with the same kinda thing
that Davina is...; but, I didn't tell you.  You gotta promise."

"Wait a minute," Susan reacted, standing up straight.  "Are you telling me
you know another boy who wishes he was a girl?"

"Yeah..., I guess..., I do," she replied, feigning hesitance.  "Please,
please, please.  You gotta promise me you won't say anything about it to
anybody."

"It's okay, dear," her mother said, pulling her into a hug.  "I won't say a
thing to anybody.  I'm just so proud to have a daughter who cares so much
about other people, especially people most people wouldn't."

Karen hugged her mother back tightly, smiling to herself.

"Now," Susan went on, releasing her hold on her daughter, "Let's go back
and check on Davina, shall we?"

"Sure thing, Mom," Karen replied, beaming inside.


Donnie stood there for a few minutes, unsure of what had just happened,
before starting back home.  He was just walking down the street trying to
shake off the awful feeling he had about his father.  Further, he'd seen
this girl he had a crush on, but knew was completely out of his league; had
just been accused by her of being a stalker and threatened with the police;
and, to top it off, she now seemed to have gained some kind of control over
him and wanted to call him a girl and by a girl's name.

This was just too much for him to handle.  He wasn't even close to being
over his mother's and sister's deaths.  He was now certain his father hated
him.  He may have liked the thrill of and been turned on by wearing girl's
clothes, but he wasn't so sure he liked being called a girl by a real girl
he had a crush on What else could possibly go wrong?

He slowly made his way back to his house, only to see his father's truck
parked back in the driveway when he rounded the corner.  "Great," he
thought to himself.  "I guess I better go on in and get it over with."
Steeling himself as much as he could, he continued on up to his front door
like he was walking to his own execution.

As he entered the front door, he heard a bustling sound coming from the
direction of the bedrooms.  He went into the hallway, wondering what the
sound was.  He noticed that the door to his sister's old room was open, the
light on and that the sound he'd been hearing was coming from inside.

"There you are!" his father said gruffly as he pushed a armful of his
daughter's clothes into a black trash bag.  "I should have thrown Amy's
stuff out a year ago.  Leaving all of this here to tempt you was my
mistake.

"Oh, and one more thing," he went on.  "From now on it's 'Donald' or 'Don'.
No more of this 'Donnie' crap.  Your mother was way too soft with the way
she treated you.  'Donnie' almost sounds like a girl's name.  No wonder
you've turned out so namby-pamby."  Then finishing with a disgusted
sounding, "'Donnie'!"

Donnie stood and watched his only recent joy disappearing at the hands of
his father.  He wanted to cry out and demand his father stop, but he knew
that if he did things would only get worse.  It felt like his last
connection to his sister was disappearing as his father continued filling
trash bags with his favorite reminders of her.  It seemed to him like his
heart was ripping in half - like his sister was dying all over again.

He ran to his room, slammed the door and flung himself on his bed crying.






Chapter Thirteen



Fortunately, it turned out that Davina's ankle wasn't broken, just
sprained.  It was sprained badly enough, however, that he was going to have
to be off his feet for at least a month.  Him being forced to stay on
crutches was definitely going to put a crimp in Karen's plans for him.

She wasn't too worried however.  She had another target in mind already.
Not only that, but she already had her hooks partially into him.

Cynthia gave Davina a pain killer, an anti-androgen he'd been told was an
antibiotic and an estrogen tablet before making him lie down on the bed in
Susan's and Karen's guest room, to rest up a little.  Back out in the
living room, Cynthia and Susan decided that, since Davina was going to be
laid up for so long and that otherwise "she" might have to spend hours at a
time home alone, it would be a good idea for both of them to move in with
Susan and Karen; at least until he was better.  They decided to go over to
Cynthia's house, pack up some of her clothes, and then get some take-out
for dinner, while Karen stayed home to look after Davina.  Obviously, there
was no reason to bring any of Davina's boy clothes, since "she" wasn't
going to be needing them.

They were no sooner out the door than Karen pulled her phone out and called
Donnie's number.

"It's your Goddess," she stated as soon as he answered.  "Get your ass over
here, Donna.  Now!!"

"But my father..."

"I don't give a shit what your father wants!" she responded loudly.  "Get
your sweet little girly ass over here now or I hang up and call the police
about you stalking me."

"I can't just leave without asking permission," he objected.  "I'll get in
trouble."

"You're already in trouble if you don't," she replied firmly.  "And you
won't just be in trouble with your father.  Do you have any idea what they
do to stalkers and other pervert like you in prison?"

By now Donnie was shaking with fear.  "I'm coming," he said shakily.  "It's
gonna take me a few minutes.  I live five blocks away.  Please wait for me
before you do anything like that."

"I'll give you five minutes," she stated rigidly.  "No more."

As quietly as he could, Donnie made his way past his father's continued
purge of his sister's things and out the front door.  As quickly as he
could without raising suspicion with the neighbors, he walked toward
Karen's house.

In the meantime, Donnie's father had finished bagging up everything of his
late daughter's and started carrying the bags containing the remnants of
her life out to his pickup.  Once he'd done that, he called out to the back
of the house, "Donald!"

No response.

"Donald, get your ass out here!" he called out again.  "We're going to the
barber and get that mop on your head cut to a decent length."

After a minute without hearing anything, he went back and opened the door
to Donnie's bedroom only to find it empty and his son gone.

"Where the hell did that little bastard get to now?" he said quietly to
himself.  He started searching around the rest of the house and garage,
thinking maybe his son was hiding somewhere, but to no avail.


"Get your ass in here before anybody sees you," Karen said as she opened
the door to her new victim.

"Yes, Goddess Karen," he said, his head hanging down as he stepped inside.

"Follow me," she ordered, leading him to her room.

As she passed the guest room where Davina was lying down, he called out
through the closed door, "What's happening?  Is somebody here?"

"Don't worry about it, Davina," Karen replied, easily loud enough to be
heard.  "Everything's being taken care of.  I'll be in with you in just a
minute or two."

Once in her room, she closed the door, turned toward Donnie and ordered him
to take his clothes off.

"What?" he questioned, not believing his ears.

"I said, 'strip', Donna," she repeated herself.  "And I mean now!"

Donnie reluctantly took off his shoes, then slowly undid his belt buckle.

"Faster!" she commanded vociferously.

Moving with a little more speed, he dropped his trousers, pulled off his
tee shirt and stood there in his jockey shorts and socks.

"Those too," she said point at his underwear.  "Everything!"

He sat down on the floor and pulled off his socks, then stood back up and
very reluctantly pulled off his under shorts.  He stood there, with is
hands in front of his crotch as she walked up and kicked his clothes aside.
"Put your hands down!"

He did, nervously waiting for her next order.  His penis was considerably
larger than Davina's had been, much to her delight.

She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a lavender pair of nylon
French cut panties and a matching pushup bra.  "Here, put these on!"

"But these are girl's things," he objected.

"What's the matter with you?" she responded, facing him in a challenging
manner.  "Think I'm too stupid to know that, Donna?  Now put them on!"

Too frightened of her to resist any further, he did as she told him to and
pulled up the panties, trapping his semi-rigid member between the layer of
nylon and his abdomen.  He then put his arms in the bra and started trying
to fasten it behind himself.  After watching him struggling with the hooks
for a couple of minutes, she pushed his hands aside and hooked it up for
him.

She then pulled a white with blue butterflies print tea length dress out of
her closet and told him to put it on.  He slipped it over his head as she
found a pair of white open toe sandals with a one inch heel.  After he sat
down and buckled up the sandals, she had him stand back up, turn around and
then zipped up the back for him.

She then sat him at her dressing table, where she proceeded to makeup his
face and tease his hair into a rather feminine style; all the while having
him face away from the mirror.  Pleased with her job at feminizing his
appearance, she had him go in and look at himself in the full length mirror
in her bathroom.  He was stunned out how much more he looked like a girl
than he had at home when he'd worn his sister's things.

"Go out in the living room, Donna, and wait for me there," she directed
sternly.

Feeling exceptionally shy, he did as she ordered and left the safety of the
bedroom for the living room, where he stood nervously wondering what he
should do there.

Once he was out of the room and out of sight, Karen quickly shoved all of
his clothing under her bed.  She then proceeded to go into the guest
bedroom, where Davina was and said, "Do you think you're up to coming out
to watch some TV or something?"

"Those pills my Mom gave me for the pain are working pretty good," Davina
replied, sounding a little more like himself.  "If you can give me a hand
getting up on my feet and then hand me my crutches, I think I can manage
it."

"Here," she said, holding out the male chastity device.  "Put this back on
first, then I'll give you a hand.  Don't and you're on your own from now
on."  As she made that last statement, she grabbed his crutches and held
them out of his reach.  He reluctantly relented, slipped down his panties
and managed to get the cage back on by himself. Once she'd replaced the
lock, she handed him the crutches and helped him up and out into the living
room.'

"Oh, hello," he said, suddenly seeing Donnie standing there.  "I didn't
realize you had a friend over."

"Davina, this is Donna," Karen said, formally introducing them to each
other.  "Donna; Davina."

"Nice to meet you Donna," Davina said, holding out his hand while balancing
himself with the crutches and hoping against hope the younger girl didn't
see through his disguise.

Donnie held out his hand shyly.  This was the other beautiful girl he'd
seen earlier.  She was easily as out of his class as Karen had been -
someone who would never be interested in a guy as small and awkward as he
was.  But then, right now he didn't look much like a boy at all anyway and
he doubted she'd ever be interested in a boy in a dress..

At least he hoped he didn't look like a boy.  The only thing he could
imagine worse than being put down for how weak and unmanly he was by a
beauty like he saw before him, would be her finding out that he was a boy
wearing girl's clothes.  He was sure he would die of embarrassment if she
did.


"Okay," Mr. Boland said to himself.  "How does this app work?"

Donnie's father wasn't the most tech savvy person in the world.  He'd
acquired this parent locator app to be able to find Donnie when he first
gave him the phone, but he'd never used it before.  It took him a little
while, but finally he finally figured out how to use it and found where
Donnie's phone was located.  He'd apparently gone to some house not
terrible far away, but far enough to make it worth driving.

He climbed into his pickup and drove in the rapidly dimming sunlight the
five blocks to the address listed at the location in the app.  The blinds
in the front window were down, but partially open and a light was visibly
on.  He could see movement inside, but no detail, so he knew somebody was
home at least.

After parking his truck in the driveway, he walked up to the front door and
knocked.  A moment later, a young dark haired girl opened the door and
said, "Yes, can I help you?"

In the background, he could see two other girls, one of them on crutches.

"I'm looking for my son, Donald Boland," he said, looking down at his
phone.  "And this app tells me he's here.  Is that true?"

"Oh, my God!" Donnie said under his breath as he tried to hide behind
Davina.

The motion catching his eye, he called out, "Donald!  Is that you?"

Donnie ducked down and tried to conceal himself behind Davina's skirt.

"Stop that right now," he bellowed, pushing his way inside.  "Come out from
behind her and face me like a man!"

Donnie meekly came out into full view.

"I should have known," he said with the disgust in his voice obvious.
"Dressed up like a fucking girl again."

"Please, Dad," he begged, almost on his knees.  "It's not my fault this
time."

"Oh, and I suppose somebody made you do it," he responded sarcastically.

"Leave her alone!" Davina shouted, coming to his new acquaintance's
defense.

"And just what the hell do you think you're going to do about it?" he asked
with a smirk, looking at the apparent girl on crutches.

"You're coming home with me right now," the older man demanded, looking at
Donnie and starting in his direction.

"This is our house," Karen said loudly, putting herself between him and his
son.  "You can't come in here making demands."

"That's my son!" he yelled back, starting to push her aside.  "I'll do
whatever the hell I want to when it comes to my son!"

Just then Susan burst in the front door, having heard the yelling from the
outside.  "What's going on here?" she demanded.  "And who the hell do you
think you are, talking to and touching my daughter like that?"

"I'm here getting my son out of the clutches of your daughter, who's
clearly been perverting his mind," he replied angrily.

Cynthia entered at this point, her hands full of Chinese take-out.

"What's all the commotion?" she asked, trying to make her way through the
confusion to the breakfast nook without dropping anything.

"This man here is claiming to be the father of a boy he also claims is that
girl over there," she answered, pointing at Donald.

"That's my son and he's no fucking girl!" he bellowed, his face turning
red.  "Now, get your ass over here, Donald."

Donnie was now really frightened of his father.  He'd never seen him this
angry before.  He wasn't sure whether he was too frightened to come out
from behind Davina or too frightened not to.  Instead, he found himself
frozen in place by his fear.

"And you," he added, pointing directly at Donnie.  "When we get home, you
pack your bags.  As soon as I can make arrangements, you're going off to a
military school."

"No!" Donnie cried out, even more frightened about the prospect of having
to live in a barracks with a bunch of other boys.  "I won't go to a
military school.  You can't make me!"

"Look, Mr. ..." Susan started, as calmly as she could

"Boland," he responded gruffly.

"Mr. Boland," she went on, trying to maintain her cool.  "Isn't there some
way you can compromise or something.  I mean, sending this sweet young
thing off to a military school couldn't possibly be in her, I mean his best
interests.  Just look at her, him.  She'd never survive in an atmosphere
like that.  Can't you see that?"

"No son of mine is going to wind up some kind of sissy, doing all kinds of
girly stuff," he stated definitively.  "I'd kill him myself, with my bare
hands, before I'd let something that degrading and demeaning happen to
him."

"Did you just literally threaten to kill your own son?" Susan asked in
disbelief.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded.  "I never did any such thing."

"Yes, you did," Karen said.  "I heard it."

"So did I," Davina chimed in.

"I heard it all the way in here," Cynthia confirmed from the kitchen.

"Well, I...," he blustered.

"If you have any brains at all," Susan then said sublimating her anger,
walking straight up to him and looking him in the face.  "You'll get the
hell out of my house, leave our daughters alone before I call the police;
and, leave your daughter here where she's safe from the likes of you before
I call CPS and report you for child abuse."

"But, he's my son..."

"I said 'get the hell out'," she repeated loudly.  "And do it now!!!"

He looked around at the room; Susan almost right in his face, Karen staring
at him, Davina glowering from his crutches and Cynthia looking at him
reproachfully from the kitchen doorway.  Finally, he turned and with a huff
exited out through the front door, saying, "I'll be back.  You haven't
heard the last of me - and I'll have the police with me when I do."

Following him to the still open doorway, Susan called after him, "You do
that...; and I'll tell them how you terrorized both of our daughters, put
your hands on mine and threatened to kill your own child!"

He stopped in his tracks, turned and viciously yelled back, "Tell you what.
You want the little fairy so bad, you can have him!  Keep him for all I
care.  I've had my fill of his sissy behavior and I got enough problems
without having to worry about his queer little ass!"

"We'll do just that then," Susan responded just as loudly.  Then, noting a
number of people looking out their windows to see what the yelling was
about, she added, "And thanks for announcing it to the whole neighborhood.
We'll have plenty of witnesses if you try to change your mind later."

With that, she slammed the door.

Once he was gone, Susan, Cynthia, Karen and Davina all erupted in applause
and cheering.  They'd actually succeeded in driving this vile man out of
their house.

Donnie, looked relieved but a little confused.  These women and girls had
just come to his defense like no one ever had before.  Not only were they
defending him from his father, they were talking about him like he really
was a girl

"Are you okay, honey?" Susan asked, looking at the somewhat nervous
boy/girl.

Donnie nodded his head, still a little dazed.

"What's your name, sweety?" she asked the child.

"This is Donna," Karen spoke up, before he could respond.  "She's the girl
I was talking about earlier.  You know, the one that I told you about."

"Oh, yes," Susan nodded in acknowledgement.

Turning back to the child in question, Susan then said, "It's nice to meet
you, Donna.  It's always nice to meet one of Karen's friends.  Would you
like to have some Chinese food with us?"

Donnie nodded his head again.  He hadn't eaten for several hours and was
feeling quite hungry.

"I think we're gonna need a bigger table," Cynthia commented as she usher
the kids into the kitchen.

"I think we're gonna need a bigger house," Susan corrected her as an aside,
with a chuckle.  "Yesterday I had a daughter and a half empty bedroom.
Today, I've effectively got a wife and three daughters in the same three
bedroom house."





Chapter Fourteen


After they'd each had their fill of sweet and sour pork, fried rice and
cashew chicken, they retired back to the living room.

"So, Donna, tell us about yourself," Susan said once they'd all found a
comfortable seat to sit in.  "Other than about your relationship with your
father.  That we can see for ourselves."

"I don't know what to say," he responded meekly.

"Do you like school?" She prodded, hoping to get him to open up a little.

"Well, I like the classes fine," he replied after hesitating for a moment.
"It's the other kids I don't like so much."

"What's wrong with the other kids at school?" she pressed further.

"They don't like me," he answered quietly.  Then a little louder and
somewhat defensively added, "It's not because of anything I did; unless
maybe the fact I skipped a couple grades and get almost straight 'A's',
except for P.E., that is.  I always get teased about that.

"I mean, who gets a 'D' in P.E.?" he added rhetorically.

Just then, they heard the sound of a pickup truck pulling into their
driveway.  As Susan and Cynthia were getting to their feet, the pickup's
door could be heard opening.  Susan looked out the window and said, "Oh
dear, it's your father, Donna."

She ran to the front door, followed by Cynthia.  Opening the door, she saw
Donnie's father pulling several black trash bags out of the bed of his
truck and dumping them on her driveway.

"Mr. Boland," Susan demanded.  "Just what on earth do you think you're
doing?"

"Tell Donnie he can have all his sister's old crap since he loves it so
much," he yelled as he opened the driver's door to his pickup.  Adding
before climbing in and slamming the door, "And tell the little fairy I
already burned all his boy stuff, since obviously he won't be needing any
of it anymore."

With that, he drove off, burning rubber in the street once he reached it.

Karen ran to the door where her mother and Cynthia were standing, stunned
by the actions of Donnie's father.  "What was that about?" she asked,
looking at her mother.

"I'm not really sure," Susan replied.

"Maybe we better go see what's in those bags," Cynthia suggested.

"No need," said Donnie, who had followed Karen at a walk.

"I know exactly what's in those bags," he added as everyone turned to look
at him.  "I saw my father filling them up right before I left home."

"Well, what is it then?" Susan asked plainly.

"It's exactly what he said it is," he responded somewhat dejectedly.
Despite how he was dressed and everything that had happened, he was still
loathe to admit to anyone that he had been dressing in his late sister's
clothes.  "It's my sister's things; her clothes, her dolls her makeup...,
all that stuff."

"Doesn't she want them anymore?" Cynthia inquired somewhat mystified.

"I guess you could say that," he answered hesitantly.  He didn't like to
talk about it.  Talking made it seem fresh, like it just happened.  "She's
dead."

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," Cynthia said sympathetically and momentarily
shocked at her apparent insensitivity.  Giving him a hug, she added.  "I
can tell you must have loved her very much."

"So's my mother," he continued without being prompted.

"No mother; and, with a father like that...," Susan fumed.  "Who else do
you have to look out for you, child?"

"It's just me and my Dad," he replied, finally starting to open up a
little.  "Both Mom and Dad were only children and my grandparents died
before I was born...; except for my Grandpa Pete, but I never met him
before he died either - at least not that I remember."

"Well, you're welcome to stay here with us as long as you like, Donna,"
Susan said graciously.  "Unless you'd rather we to turn you over to CPS,
that is.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to send you away or
anything like that.  It's just that when it comes to minors, like you,
there are certain conventions..."

"What she's trying to say," Cynthia cut in gently, "Is that we're really
supposed to report something like this to the authorities and let them
handle it.  However, since they'd probably put you in foster care where
you'd have to live as a boy around other boys, you're free to stay here
instead; that is, if you'd like."

"You mean, if I stay here with you and even though you know I'm really a
boy, you wouldn't mind if I wore girl's clothes?" Donnie asked in
astonishment.

"Of course we wouldn't mind," Cynthia responded cheerfully.  Then turning
back toward where Davina was again sitting on the couch by himself, she
said, "Davina.  Why don't you tell Donna your little secret."

Davina was suddenly on the spot.  He'd hoped this little series of
incidents would continue to take everyone's attention away from him.  Now,
not only was everyone looking at him again, but his mother wanted him to
tell this other crossdressed boy from his class who he really was.

"Mom?" he whined.  "Do I have ta?"

"Yes, you have to," she answered sternly.  "If Donna's going to be living
here with us, she has to know everything."

"'With us'?" he raised an eyebrow.

"That's right," Cynthia said in response.  "You didn't know it yet, but
we're going to be moving in with Susan and Karen for a little while; at
least until your ankle is on the mend."

Then, starting for the front door again, she added, "Which reminds me, my
clothes are still out in the car.  I'd better go get them before it gets
any later."

"Wait a minute, girlfriend," Susan said, following her lead.  "We're coming
with you.  Aren't we Karen and Donna?" urging them both to come, with her
hands, "There's all those bags Donna's father dumped on our driveway to
bring in, as well."

As everyone else started out the front door, Davina said quietly to
himself, "What about my clothes?  The ones back at home?"  He already knew
the answer and that anyone hearing would have made no difference.  At least
he hadn't actually had to reveal who he really was to Donnie yet, even
though he knew he inevitably would.  Frankly, he was a little surprised
Donnie hadn't already recognized him, since they'd just spent an entire
school year sharing a class together.


Jeff Boland pulled his pickup into his driveway.  "That'll fix him," he
thought to himself self-righteously.  "I give him two weeks at most before
living with that bunch of women and having to dress in and act like one of
them drives him nuts enough he comes crawling back on his own.  He'll never
want to do anything like that again and I'll get my son back!"

He stepped out of his truck and walked up to his front door, pleased with
himself at his solution.  After all, he was absolutely sure that no boy on
Earth could stand to be surrounded by all that femininity for very long.
As far as he was concerned, it was only a matter of time before Donnie came
begging on his knees to come home and be a real boy again.


"Mom," Karen said, stepping out of what had formerly been the guest room.
"We have a problem."

"What's wrong?" Susan asked, a little surprised as she looked up from the
pile of clothes in front of her on the couch.

"It took every bit of drawer space and every inch of closet space we had to
get all of Davina's new clothes put away," she advised her mother.
"There's virtually no space left to put Donna's stuff."

"Well, don't worry about it, honey," Susan responded dismissively, as she
Cynthia continued sorting through the bags of things Donnie's father had
dumped in the driveway.  Most of it was good usable clothing, some
admittedly a little out of style and/or noticeably worn.  For safety's
sake, all of the cosmetics were thrown out along with many items that were
just not worth keeping.  "We'll figure something out."

"What have you got in mind?" Cynthia asked quietly, as she inspected a blue
and white pullover sweater for any obvious damage.  "She has a point, you
know."

"Obviously," Susan agreed, picking up a pair of panties that looked like
they'd seen better days and tossing them onto the pile of discards.  "The
problem, simply put, is we need more space."

"Agreed," her lover concurred.  "So, what are we going to do about it?"

"All right," Susan said somewhat declaratively as she stopped what she was
doing.  "I wasn't ready to say anything about this yet, but I was just
offered a major promotion.  If I decide to take it, it would require moving
almost immediately."

"You mean, I'm going to lose you so soon after finding you?" Susan
responded, concern clearly evident in her voice, as she too stopped
sorting.

"I know this may seem a little rushed and it's hardly a romantic setting,"
Susan started, turning so that she faced Cynthia directly.  "But, if I take
the promotion, would you and Davina consider moving with us and living with
us full time?"

"You mean, become a real family together?" Cynthia responded, somewhat
excitedly.

"Yes," Susan replied, resolutely.  "That's exactly what I mean.

"In fact," she added, dropping to one knee.  "Would you consider marrying
me?"

"Marriage?" Cynthia's reaction was clearly flustered.  "I never even
thought about marrying another woman before.  In fact, if anyone had asked
a week ago, I would have told them I was strictly heterosexual.  Give me a
minute to think."

"Take all the time you want, my love," Susan offered graciously, remaining
on her knee.  "I want you to be as sure as I am."

"You're certain?" Cynthia asked, hopefully.  "We barely even know each
other yet and we've never even said we loved each other."

"Well, that's an omission I can correct right now," Susan responded, rising
to her feet and intently looking her girlfriend in the eye.  "I know it's
only been days, but I also know I've never felt about anyone the way I feel
about you.  I do love you - deeply.  I also love the family we've started
building so quickly.  Davina is such a sweet girl who's just beginning to
find herself.  And Donna needs so much love and support..."

Going on, she added, "I look around at what we've already built together in
such a short time and can only see things getting better as time goes by,
as long as we're all together.  I know this is what I want and what I
believe would be best for both of our daughters.  I love you and I believe
you love me.  I can no longer imagine life without you in it.  Please say
'yes' that you'll marry me."

Cynthia thought about it for about two microseconds then, dropping what she
had in her hands, almost leapt into Susan's arms, saying, "Yes.  Yes.
Yes!!!  I'll marry you!"

"Wonderful," Susan responded when their kiss broke and as they continued
hugging each other tightly.  After two more kisses, she then said, "It's
decided then, I'll take the promotion and we'll all get a fresh start in a
new larger home in a totally new city where nobody knows Davina was ever a
boy, or Donna for that matter."

"How soon will we have to move?" Cynthia then asked, glancing around at the
home she was about to leave but had never really lived in.

"I was told that, if I were to take the promotion, I'd have to leave within
the month," she replied soberly.  "The sooner the better, apparently.  It
seems the manager at the new location had a stroke and won't be able to
return to work for months, if not years or ever.  Really tragic.  She was
only in her early thirties and seemed to be in good health; then boom,
she's in the hospital and her recovery is uncertain at best."

"That is sad," Cynthia responded sympathetically.  "I feel for her; but at
the same time, I can't help but feel like some kind of synergy is at work
here.  The timing couldn't be better.  The two new girls need a fresh
start, away from people who knew them as boys; we desperately need more
room; and, having a home that is our home, not yours or mine, would bring
us together even more."

"Girls!" Susan called out.  "Come out here, girls, We have something we
have to tell you."



Davina had resigned himself to becoming a girl, at least for now.  He
really did like the idea, but dreaded what the other kids in school would
do to him when they found out.  He couldn't help but enjoy the thought of
being able to dress in girl's clothes all the time and have people believe
he was a real girl.  It was just the threat to his safety standing in his
way of being able to enjoy what was happening.

Donna wasn't really sure what was happening.  He thought that if he could
dress as a girl any time he wanted, that would be wonderful.  He had also
terribly missed the feminine company of his mother and sister and saw the
current situation as a relief from his father's recent abusive attitude
toward him.  He wasn't cognizant yet that living with these women would
mean he would be dressed as a girl all of the time from then on.  Although
he'd already had the thought that his life would probably have been better
had he been born a girl, the idea of now becoming a one or even living as
one hadn't even occurred to him.

He was bothered, however, that his father hadn't included his oboe in the
things he'd brought over.  His father had claimed that he'd thrown out all
of Donald's things.  He sure hoped he hadn't thrown that out with the rest.

Karen was quietly beside herself, trying not to show to anyone how
delighted she was to have not only Davina here, crossdressed and under her
control, but now Donna, who had already shown himself to be incredibly
submissive.  According to what her mother had confided, Davina was already
taking female hormones along with the pain killer and, while their mothers
were gone, she'd even managed to get him back into the cock cage.  Now,
what she wanted to see happen was for Donna to be put on hormones as well.
Everything was turning out perfectly, as far as she was concerned.

"Oh, Davina," she called out musically.

He looked up from straightening out one of his drawers of new clothes, the
delight at having these new acquisitions suddenly evident on his face.

"You're forgetting something," she added when she had his attention, intent
on making him as uncomfortable as she could.

"What's that?" he asked.

"You're supposed to be telling Donna something, aren't you?" she reminded
him.  Donna's ears perked up, having just heard himself referred to.

"Do I have to?" he responded with a slight whine

"Your mother already said that you did," she replied casually but somewhat
pointedly.  "I'm just making sure that you do before you get in trouble
with her."

"Okay, I guess," he hesitated.  Then, turning toward Donnie he said,
"Donna, I'm supposed to tell you that I'm not what you think I am."

"What do you mean, Davina?" Donnie asked, curiously.

"I'm like you are," he replied hanging his head down, feeling slightly
ashamed to admit it.  "I'm really a boy."

"You're kidding," Donnie responded incredulously, his eyes wide open with
astonishment.  "You don't look at all like a boy.  You must be playing with
me or something.  You're not a boy.  No boy looks as pretty as you do."

Davina blushed at the compliment.  "Regardless of what I may look like to
you now, I am a boy..."

"Was!" Karen corrected sternly.

"I was a boy," he corrected himself, glancing at her.  Turning back to
Donnie, he added, "In fact you already know me."

"You're kidding," Donnie said again, still in disbelief.

"I'm Dave Sanders," Davina responded plainly while smoothing his hair back
with his hands, to resemble the way he had usually combed it.

Donnie stood there with his mouth hanging open, suddenly seeing past the
makeup and clothing.  "You're in my Algebra II class, aren't you?"

"I was," Davina replied.  "School's over for the year for me.  My Mom says
so."

"Why are you dressed like that and acting like a girl?" Donnie asked,
pointing at him.

"I dunno," he responded plainly.  "Why are you?"

Both suddenly cracked up laughing.

Karen was a little put back by the fact they were finding amusement at
their situation.  This was not at all what she wanted.  She wanted them
embarrassed, humiliated even; not enjoying themselves.

 "Well, at least you aren't wearing one of these damn things," Davina said
when he finally stopped laughing, lifting up his skirt and displaying the
cock cage, which was clearly visible through his panties.

"Yet," Karen thought to herself.  "Once I get Donna into one, I wonder how
she'll feel then."

"What is it?" Donnie asked, looking at the curious device.

"It's a male chastity device," Karen said informatively,.  "It prevents you
from getting an embarrassing erection when you don't want one."

"That's not all it does...," Davina started with an undertone of
bitterness, until he saw the look Karen was giving him.

"It helps you hide what you've got between your legs the rest of the time
too," Karen finished for him, giving him a warning look.  "We really should
get one for you.  You know, so you won't give yourself away by getting a
woody when we're out shopping or something, like you've got now."  She
pointed at the erection tenting out the skirt of his dress.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized, quickly covering his boner with his hands.

"Oh, no need to do that," she responded with a wicked smile, pushing his
hands aside.  "I like seeing your wiener trying to escape like that.  Just,
not everyone else would appreciate it like I do."

"Girls, come out her," Susan's voice called out from the living room.  "We
have something to tell you."










Chapter Fifteen




Karen was seated between the two crossdressed boys on the sofa.  Donna
doing his best to hide the still present erection.  Across from them, each
in an easy chair were Susan and Cynthia.  The seriousness on her mother's
face gave Karen a moment of nervousness.

On the love seat at the other end of the room were neatly folded stacks of
the clothing Donnie's father had dumped in their driveway and that the two
adult women had been sorting.  A pile of rejects was heaped on the floor
next to it.  On the coffee table were a small pile of costume jewelry,
including several necklaces, rings and earrings plus numerous bottles of
nail polish and a selection of brushes, combs and hair clips.  Several
dolls and stuffed animals were in another pile on the other side of the
love seat.

Susan spoke first, her face carefully controlled, saying, "We, the two of
us, have been having a long, serious talk," indicating Cynthia and herself,
"and we've come to the decision that we should all move in together;
permanently.  Make it official."

Cynthia suddenly couldn't contain herself any longer and, bursting with
uncontrollable glee, blurted out, "We're getting married, Susan and me!
Can you believe it?"

"Furthermore," Susan added, trying not to smile as she took control again.
"We've decided that we need a bigger place and it just so happens I've just
been offered a major promotion in another city, so we're going to move; all
of us together."

"I already do most of my work from home," Cynthia added, delighted with
things.  "So it doesn't really matter where we live.  I can arrange to
telecommute full time from just about anywhere."

The three youths were speechless.

Karen couldn't believe her luck.  "This is perfect," she thought to
herself.  "When we move, nobody'll know they're boys.  Once everyone there
believes they're girls, they'll have no choice but continue becoming girls.
In the meantime, I'm probably gonna get plenty of time to play with them
while our Moms are looking for a new place and getting us moved.

"At the same time," she thought on as a negative, "if Davina's mother is
gonna be in the house all the time, I'm not gonna be able to do everything
I want to with Davina and Donna."

Davina was stunned.  He knew he'd never seen his mother in any kind of
romantic relationship before all this started, let alone with another
woman.  The first indication that his mother might be interested with women
had been when she and Susan had kissed each other in his presence the night
before.  Now she was talking about marrying another woman.  He was
delighted to see her so happy and that she had finally found someone, just
a little surprised.

At the same time, his mind was reeling at the prospect of starting over in
a new community where nobody knew him.  He might actually be able to get
away with living as a girl without getting his head pounded into the
pavement every day or so.  His excitement was threatening to cause an
erection inside the cage despite the pain he knew it would cause.

Donnie wasn't sure how to react, so he didn't.  Instead he passively
watched everyone around him, trying to take in the varied reactions.  He
was enjoying the enthusiasm, just not certain how to react.  He was also
enjoying the feminine energy surrounding him, something he'd really missed
about being with his mother and sister.  He was also enjoying being able to
stay crossdressed for so long and around others, knowing but not caring
that he was.  As far as he was concerned, this was certain to be better
than some military school his father was going to ship him off to.

"Well, aren't any of you going to say anything?" Susan finally said, after
perceiving no reactions from any of the youths.

"Well, I for one think it's wonderful," Karen responded cheerfully at the
prompt.  "What about you, Davina?"

"If it's going to make you happy, Mom," he started, looking at her with
love. "Nothing would make me happier.  I've never seen you smile as much as
I have since you met Susan."  Of course, he also realized that this would
save him from the humiliation and bullying he was certain to be subjected
to if they stayed here and he remained crossdressed.

"Donna?" Cynthia asked, still waiting for some kind of a response from him.

"Sounds like fun to me," Donnie finally answered.  All he could think about
was being free to crossdress whenever he wanted to and no longer being the
brunt of his father's anger and frustration.

"Then it's settled," Susan said with finality.  "First thing Monday
morning, I'm telling the main office I'm taking the promotion and we'll
start house hunting first thing next week.

"In the meantime," she went on.  "Who's in favor of putting on a movie
before it's bedtime?"

Karen, Davina and Donnie all raised their hands excitedly.

"Cynthia," she directed.  "You start the popcorn while I run down to the
store and rent something from the kiosk.

"In the meantime, girls," she added as she headed for the front door.
"Wash your faces and slip into your nighties.  It'll be a pajama party."


Before leaving the living room and heading back to the bedrooms, Karen
grabbed the most feminine nightgown she could find from the pile on the
love seat for Donna to wear and directed him to join her in her bedroom.
Davina, she knew, was still completely under her control since he was still
wearing the cock cage, so she let him go to the guest bedroom by himself to
change.  He would do exactly what she wanted him to and put on one of the
nightgowns they'd purchased at the mall.  They were both undeniably
feminine and he had no other option.

Once both were in Karen's room, she closed the door then turned to Donna
and said, "Lift up your skirt and let me see that thing that's been trying
to get out of your panties."

"You mean my cock?" he asked, absently.

"If you can even call that thing of yours a 'cock'," she responded
critically.

"Of course I meant that tiny prick of yours," she added sarcastically,
fully aware that it was anything but tiny.  She just wanted to get a better
look at it and to exert what control she had.

Rather than try to respond to her verbally, he complied and raised his
skirt showing the rigid member pushing the panties well away from his body.

"Davina!" she called out.  "I know you're on crutches, but I also know you
can get around on your own if you want to, so get your ass in here!"

From the next room, she could hear him struggling to his feet, followed by
the rhythmic thumping of the crutches on the linoleum floor as he made his
way to her room.

"What is it, Davina?" he asked, as he stood in the doorway.

She turned to him and led him just back outside into the hallway and asked,
"Do you want to get out of that cock cage?"

"Of course I do," he replied.  "The damn thing hurts like hell every time I
start to get hard."

"I tell you what," she offered.  "If you go in there and sock on Donna's
cock and then let her fuck you in the ass until she cums each time, then
I'll take it off and leave it off - provided you don't fight your
feminization ever again."

No longer afraid of the reaction of other kids he knew, since they were
leaving town anyway, he'd already decided to stop resisting the
feminization.  That was something he really wanted and he was going to be
taking female hormones anyway.  The idea of sucking on a cock and being
fucked up his rectum wasn't something he was really ready for just yet.

It wasn't that he didn't eventually want to really be a girl and everything
that might entail.  In many ways, he'd wondered what it would be like to be
a girl being made love to by a boy.  He just wasn't ready for it yet and
far more interested in experiencing vaginal than anal intercourse.

"Well?" she pressed him.

"You promise to take it off?" he asked bluntly.  "I mean, really take it
off and leave it off this time?"

"Just as soon as you finish," she responded with two fingers of her right
hand raised.  "Swear to God, hope to die."

"I guess so," he said reluctantly.  "But you'd better do it.  'Cause if you
don't, I'm telling your Mom everything.  I bet she wouldn't be happy if she
knew about you makin' me do stuff like this.

"Since now we're moving anyway," he went on, assertively "and nobody's
gonna know I'm really a boy when we get there, I'm glad I'm gonna become a
girl.  I shoulda been a girl.  It was a mistake, me bein' born a boy."

"Well...," Karen's mind suddenly kicking into gear.  "In that case, if you
don't still do anything I tell you to after this, I'm gonna make sure
everybody there knows what you got between your legs."

"You wouldn't," Davina said, defiantly.

"I would," she answered firmly.  "And I will, if you don't continue doing
anything and everything I tell you to - no matter what it is and no matter
how much you don't want to.

"Now, get in my room and get on your knees in front of Donna," she demanded
imperiously, pointing the way.

Davina realized that his problems were anything but over.  He believed
Karen when she said she'd expose him as a tranny if he didn't obey her.
Instead of being the nerdy guy who everyone suspected of being a 'fairy',
he'd actually be one to everybody.  His new life would be over before it
even started.