Date: Fri, 31 May 2013 12:10:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Victoria Subject: Transgender:Teen/Muffy/Muffy 1 Muffy 1 "Darling, are you almost ready? Auntie Joan will be here shortly and I want you looking as P-R-E-T-T-Y as possible for her! Don't disappoint me!" "Yes, Mother!" My voice cracked when I responded to Mother, that was happening more and more as my body began changing with puberty. I did try to answer her sweetly, obediently...knowing that the repercussions for being "sassy" could be rather severe! "I'll just be a few minutes!" I finished fastening the strap on my shiny black shoes, my Sunday shoes Mother called them, they weren't very comfortable, and to be honest I thought them to be rather juvenile and certainly not appropriate for me! As I sat on my bed and buckled them I glanced up to see my reflection in the mirror, my legs were spread wide the way a boy would, Mother would say it was very unladylike...my skirt and petticoat were up and my panties and garter straps were clearly in view. It was a dizzying mix of pink and white femininity! I put my fingers down and rubbed myself, right through my panties. It felt SO good! I reluctantly focused on buckling the other shoe and stopped touching myself, knowing naughty thoughts would only get me into further trouble! My blonde hair is a bit shaggy and styled very femininely with a bit of a curl that it hadn't had previously. The color is a bit lighter too I must say, a medium blonde now, something Mother did to me while I sat in the kitchen, a plastic cape wrapped around me, she in rubber gloves squeezing gobs of fowl smelling goop onto my scalp, which was thoroughly worked in for maximum effect. She told me it was a protein treatment, but of course she was lying. Mommy is a very strong woman, quite opinionated, and those who defy her don't do it again! After all, there's the subject of Daddy, my dear Daddy, who is no longer part of my life....sigh. Maybe I'll tell you about that sometime, but for now...I've got to make myself presentable! I was pretty I guess, at least Mommy thinks so. I am not allowed to wear much makeup, but I was allowed to put pretty pink lipstick on my lips and a bit of dark pink rouge was blended into my cheeks. Let me tell you about my dress. It's really something, something that Mommy sewed for me. She's a wiz at the sewing machine and has always made my clothes for me, even my underwear giggle. She's really quite talented! Deciding I would pass inspection I left my room and descended the staircase, hearing the sound of my Mother talking to my Auntie Joan. Auntie Joan has always been a bit standoffish with me, never too affectionate. She was a tall woman, squarely framed, and I always thought she dressed rather severely, you know...she only appears in black and gray, very urban...well after all she's from the big city, Duluth! Her hair was light brown and always worn "up" as Mommy says. She's a bit imposing really. The crinoline of my petticoat rustled against my stockinged legs, reminding me just how fancily I was dressed, and my dress seemed to float as I came down the stairs. Mother always seems to dress me in the frilliest of frocks..this one was a floral print, very springy, in dark and light colors of pink, plus faint traces of pale yellow. She made it of course! Did I tell you it has contrasting brick a bracksewn on it, and pockets, where a girl can carry a tube of lipstick or other girly things? "Hello Auntie Joan!" The sound of the gasp coming out of my Aunt's mouth was deafening! She grabbed the simple white pearl necklace around her neck and leaned over to inspect me, as Mother beamed with pride and something else...defiance! Auntie Joan shrieked, put her hands on her hips and twirled to look at my mother! "Martha, what on earth have you done to my nephew?" "Why nothing, Joan dear...Muffy is dressed the way she always dresses at home now!" "Muffy? What kind of name is that?" "Well I can't call him Donald anymore, can I? That would be silly and inappropriate! I thought Muffy suited him, err I mean her." "I can't believe there's really a boy in there under those girly things! Mother turned to me and smiled, instructing me...and as I said she was NOT to be ignored! "Muffy darling, lift up the skirt of your pretty dress...your petticoats too!" Aunt Joan swooned! I hung my head in shame and took the material between my pretty painted fingernails, learning to deal with the long fake nails that had been cemented to my own....until mine grew, Mommy said. I felt so embarrassed to display myself this way, I knew my panties were on display and despite my efforts to control myself I could feel my little erection pushing against the thin pink silky fabric of the panties. They are boy short style, Mommy says, but there's nothing boyish about them. Since Mother sewed them they were also embellished with white ruffles around the leg opening and waist, and the patch of a small red heart, with shiny thread, was sewn directly on the front of them, right in front of my lump, that shameful lump that Mommy says I must control. "Petticoats, Martha? In this day and age?" "Ladies should be properly attired at all ages sister, in my mind....with proper foundation garments too, you will note Muffy's vintage white garter belt and stylish sheer stockings. The panties I made of course, I've been making clothes since I was a teenager." Auntie Joan leaned over, close, and seemed to inspect my pretty panties which were on display before her. She raised her eyebrows as my cock twitched a few times under her gaze. I couldn't help it! "Martha, what's that in her panties? It looks like a penis...and why is it bouncing around?" "Oh Joan Dear, this is what you get for living a lesbian life, for not letting a man into your bed once in a while, you can't tell a penis from a clitoris! Tell me Dear...have you ever seen a penis that small?" "Well..yes...just once, and I've seen bigger clitorises too. I happened to walk in on your husband William in the bathroom at Dad's house, he hadn't locked the door. Now you know the last thing I would look at would be the crotch of a man, especially my brother in law...but oh my God Martha it was so comical the way he tried to cover up the little nub! I giggled at him, he blushed and ran out of the room. I remember feeling sorry for you Sis, and wondering if that man ever brought you pleasure?" "He didn't. He was a chronic masturbator with a childlike penis! Oh he hid it of course, but then on our wedding night I learned the awful truth about the virility of my new husband, he was a boy and not a man. It's all right though, I got dear Muffy here out of the deal after all, but we all know that she will not be able to satisfy either, well at least not with what's in her panties!" Gulp! I gasped at their commentary, I was a person, with feelings...and what they were doing, what they were saying was SO mean! What a girly thing to say, right? And think? Fuck, I'm doomed! "Well I guess you're right, it IS too small to be of much use to anyone!" Auntie Joan stepped closer and took her fingernails and gently stroked them over my bouncing bulge as I stood there obediently holding up my skirts. Trying to control it was torturous, and I moaned and looked into her eyes, pleading with them, but was I pleading with her to stop...or continue? I began to softly spurt into my panties, my spunk squirting out into the safe confines of the pink panties, staining them with what I've been taught to refer to as "sissy goo"! Mother shrieked when she smelled my semen permeating the room and seeing how thoroughly I had stained the panties she took such care to craft for me! She became a bit agitated, something I knew would happen when I spurt my cream. I knew it but I couldn't help it, I had been in a high state of arousal in the sissyish outfit anyway, and for some reason humiliation has become quite the turn on for me. Those gentle fingertips just put my over the edge! "Muffy, drop those panties at once! I won't have my daughter walking around with semen dripping from her crotch! Heavens, where is the Febreeze?" Aunt Joan watched wickedly as I took a free hand and pulled down the sticky panties, from one side, pulling them down and exposing myself totally. She shrieked with laughter when the panties were low enough to reveal my shame. Mother had shaped my pubic hair....trimming it neatly. No abundance of wiry pubic hair on my body, no...my pubes were beautifully trimmed into the shape of a heart, and the hair had been dyed pink! Auntie Joan gasped with delight, she seemed quite stimulated, more alive than I had ever seen her. "Adorable, simply adorable! What do you think of your pretty pussy strip, honey?" "Well it's very embarrassing, truthfully, Auntie Jane. It's bad enough that it is trimmed in the shape of a heart, but the pink color is so shameful, I worry boys at school will discover it!" "Well honey...MUFFY..., you'd better not let anyone into your panties if you want to keep your secret!" "Yes Auntie Joan, thank you for your advice." I had already been excused from gym class and the dreaded communal shower, the thought of appearing naked before the guys, all smooth and with a feminine pussy patch scared the hell out of me.. Mother wrote a note to my PE teacher, and when he read it he puzzled up his face, then looked at me and smirked saying "You can sit on the side of the gym with the other pussies and do your homework, girly boy!" I blushed and sat down next to Lionel, who everyone considered to be the biggest misfit in school. I wondered what that note from home said! It was ok, I wasn't very good at sports anyway, Lionel wasn't either, he was seriously uncoordinated. As I sat next to him I couldn't help but notice that he had an incredible lump in his pants, straining against his shorts. I never noticed those things before, but since Mommy pointed out how deficient I am in maleness I've started to really notice those things. He shifted around and from the way he was sitting I could see all the way up his hairy leg. His underwear seemed to be terribly faded and had no elastic left in them. I could see the head of his cock and an awful lot of hair, and I started feeling nervous or something. A few boys have caught me looking at their cocks in the shower, I can't help it, I want to see if what she says is true about no male being smaller than me down there. They called me queer and laughed at me when they laughed at my little cock or they caught me looking at theirs, I just tried to ignore them but I got towel slapped a few times. But now that won't happen anymore I guess, if I'm not manly enough to take gym class I certainly don't feel comfortable in the showers, with normal pubes or not, and Mother doesn't want me exposed to mean boys with big penises. Anyway, once my soiled panties were down around my ankles Mommy held out her hand to support me. I put my left hand in hers, and stepped carefully out of the panties, not wanting to get goo on my silky stockings. "Muffy?" "Yes Mommy?" "Pick up those panties and bring them to your lips!" I gasped at what was coming, at the thought of being disciplined in front of my aunt from the big city. I'm sure she must wonder about our simple country ways. I held the pink panties up close to my face, and smelled how strong they were. There was a respectable load of cream in them, some of it still a bit thick and lumpy. "Clean them, sissy!" I sighed and stuck out my tongue, aiming for the thickest, gooiest glob of sperm and lapped at it like a kitten, as I had been taught to do! Mother watched with a smile on her face, proudly showing her uppity sister the extent of her control over me. I didn't mind really, I was used to it by this point as Mommy said that it was distasteful for a sissy to waste even her own ejaculate. It was still quite warm and from the corners of the sticky panties I saw my Aunt grab her chest and slide into a kitchen chair as I dutifully licked the soiled panties clean and free of semen. "Martha you simply must share with me how all this came about! It's all so...so very...perverse!" "Do you think so Dear? Well when Muffy here is done cleaning her panties she will tell you her story and confess her sins...this is all for her own good, I assure you!"