Training and Changing by Jess Moreau (Femdom, BDSM, Transgender, Incest-whole family)


Part One:

The hearing in court had been brief. She had refused to press charges, 
and the district attorney had reluctantly accepted the plea agreement 
that his lawyer had put forth. He wouldn't go to prison, and he 
certainly deserved to go to prison, but he would not be getting off 
Scot-free either. His wife would have him by the balls for the next two 
years. If he misbehaved, his butt was mud.

He stood before the judge in prison grays and a waist chain to which 
his hands were tightly cuffed. Additionally his ankles were hobbled by 
irons that were connected to the chain around his waist. His wife eyed 
him from the gallery behind what was usually the defense table of the 
court room. She looked concerned, but she nodded to her shackled 
husband. The judge gaveled the proceedings to order.

"James Bartlet, you a fortunate man to have such an understanding and 
forgiving wife. It is only because she was willing to speak on your 
behalf that you have been spared living the next five years of your 
life in state prison. As your lawyer has doubtless told you, the 
district attorney could try you even without your wife's consent if 
there is enough evidence to convict; and there is Mr. Bartlet! This 
state has a zero tolerance for the antics of wife beaters."

James Bartlet squirmed as the judge continued. "Nevertheless, bearing 
in view the fact that your wife has spoken so eloquently on your 
behalf, I am releasing you into her custody. You will be subject to her 
direction in every matter whatsoever for the next two years. If at any 
time she has reason to believe that you are not behaving in a manner 
consistent with your promises to this court, and so informs us, you 
will be remanded forthwith to begin serving the prison sentence you so 
richly deserve. Do you have any questions?"

"No, you honor."

"Then so be it. You are hereby released into your wife's custody. 
Bailiff you may release Mr. Bartlet from his chains."

*****

They sat in the car saying little for the first half of the two hour 
drive from Sacramento to San Francisco. Finally the tension got the 
better of her husband. He looked over at her as she drove the two-year-
old Ford sedan across the rolling hills of Northern California.

"Honey, thank you again for what you did. I mean not pressing charges."

He paused to see if she would reply. She did not.

"Aren't you going to talk to me at all," he said filled with fear that 
she would not.

"There is nothing to say James, at least not at the moment. But you are 
welcome. It is the last time though James. The next time, if there is a 
next time, you are going to go to prison, and I will not lift a finger 
to save you."

"Jen, there is never ever going to be a next time. That's why I agreed 
to see the shrink."

"You agreed to see the psychologist because if you didn't you would 
have gone to jail. I know it, and you know it."

"Yes, but I want to go. I want to change. I will do anything to keep 
you. You know that."

"Do I? I'm not so sure. I don't even know if I want to go through the 
experience of helping you to change your ways. Well, I guess I'm going 
to, but you had better not disappoint me James. You just had better 
not."

James Bartlet, had never understood what possessed him to hit his wife. 
But he had -- often. His two arrests, and the countless police calls to 
their home had done it for judge Sylvia Bailey. She'd given him a 
choice: do it her way, or go to jail. James had agreed to her 
conditions: obedience to his wife's wishes, extensive counseling, and 
monitoring of his behavior by a third party. The counselor would be Dr. 
Melanie Jackson, and the monitor would be Jenny's half sister Janie 
Wells. Janie would be moving in in a couple of days. Today the Bartlets 
were going to have their first face to face with Dr. Jackson.

James settled back for the rest of the ride. He was apprehensive, but 
he had told the truth to Jenny; he really did want the help. He hoped 
that she would come to realize it soon.

She pulled into the parking garage of the upscale office building in 
downtown San Francisco, and the two of them grabbed their coats, the 
legal papers, and a deep breath or two and entered the building. In 
moments they were in a tastefully appointed office foyer. They were 
ushered in to the office of Dr. Jackson by a singularly pretty 
receptionist and told it would be only a minute's wait. It was a two 
minute wait.

"Good afternoon, you are the Bartlets?" greeted a petite and strikingly 
pretty woman in her early forties. Melanie Jackson, had been even 
prettier as a coed twenty years before, and still had little to 
apologize for in that department. Her auburn hair tumbled down to the 
mid-point of her back and her shapely hips and teenagerish breasts 
spoke of a woman who knew what a gym was for. James was distressed to 
feel himself fighting an erection. Jenny, he hoped, had not noticed.

"Yes, ma'am," said Jenny.

"James," said James sticking out his hand, "and this is Jenny, my 
wife."

"Of course," said the older woman. "I understand you are here at the 
court's behest."

"Yes, ma'am," answered Jenny. "We have a problem that we have to deal 
with and solve."

The doctor was mildly surprised that Jenny would use the term "we" to 
describe the need for rehabilitation. "James, let us get this out in 
the open, so we can speak freely. It is not Jenny who needs to be 
rehabilitated here it is you. Judge Bailey is a friend of mine, and I 
am fully cognizant of the entire matter. That said, I do want to thank 
you both for coming, and I hope that we will be able to make progress 
starting today."

"I understand," filled in James as the doctor stopped for a moment to 
look at him. "You are of course right. It is my fault we are here. And 
I completely understand what kind of punishment awaits me if I don't do 
something fast to stop doing what I've been doing."

"I want to talk to you as a couple, but I need to speak to you 
individually first," said the doctor. "So Jenny, if you would not mind 
waiting for me in the outer office for a little while, while I speak 
with James."

"No, of course not," answered Jenny. She stood, turned, and left the 
office without further discussion.

James looked down at the floor. He'd never been in a place where he 
felt more vulnerable, less in control.

"Well James, why do you think it is that you do it?" asked the doctor 
breaking the silence.

"I don't really know doctor. I really don't. Sometimes I just feel 
myself getting madder and madder, usually over nothing, and then I 
explode."

"You mean you hit Jenny."

"Yes ma'am. I am always sorry afterward, but I guess that doesn't 
matter anymore. If I lose control again; it's all over." James was 
suddenly earnest. "I'll do anything doctor, anything, to keep my wife. 
Please isn't there a drug, or some kind of training that can guarantee 
success. I have to succeed, and I'll be honest; I'm afraid."

"Yes, to both questions James. And I do understand your fear. If you 
are truly serious about wanting to change, we may need to use both of 
those things to achieve the success you're asking for."

"Doctor, I said anything, and I really meant it. Just save my marriage, 
that's all I ask.

"James, are you jealous of Jenny?"

"Huh?"

"Are you jealous of Jenny? It's not a trick question. You have all the 
classic symptoms, to put it in layman's terms, of a husband that feels 
inadequate and gets angry with his wife because she doesn't, feel 
inadequate that is."

"I-I-don't know." Suddenly James wondered if the woman across the desk 
from him had seen inside his darkened mind. It seemed so logical to 
him. God, what if it was true!

"How's your sex life James?"

James was again caught off guard. He knew shrinks asked questions like 
that, but he had not been ready for it. "Average, I guess," he answered 
lamely. "I mean we `have' a sex life. And you see how pretty my wife 
is; she still turns me on. But we don't do much that makes it as 
exciting as it was for us in the beginning. Like I say, average."

"I see. What penance do you think you owe for all that you have done, 
James?"

"Huh?"

"Do you think you should be made to pay for your sins more directly 
than you are by merely coming here?"

"I guess so. But..."

"No buts James. I definitely think you need to feel more than a little 
embarrassment for your deeds. Don't you agree -- really?" She paused 
for him to let it sink in.

James didn't know what to think, let alone say, so he just nodded his 
head dejectedly.

They spoke for another fifteen minutes. Melanie Jackson was a believer 
in shock therapy, and not the technological kind. What she had in mind 
would work she knew, if and only if Jenny Bartlet was on board. She 
would find out the answer to that now. Gently dismissing the now 
worried man; she ushered in his wife.

"Have a seat Jenny; right there."

The blond did as she was directed.

"Jenny, I am going to ask you some of the same questions I asked James. 
Is that all right?"

Jenny looked at her oddly, but nodded her assent.

"Good. I have had a good first talk with James. He is uncomfortable 
with some of the things we talked about, but that could not be helped. 
James needs to be shocked out of his behavior. He simply cannot be 
allowed to get way with what he has done. Even if you were to divorce 
him; he'd simply do it again to another woman. We, you and I, must do 
what we can to cure him once and for all of his bad habits. Don't you 
agree?"

Jenny let out a long breath of relief; the doctor understood. "Oh, yes 
ma'am!"

"Jenny, call me Melanie; we're going to be working closely together for 
the good of all here, and I think you need to think of me as a friend."

"Yes, Melanie, and thank you for your understanding."

"Yes, Jenny, I do understand. Let me ask you, are you willing to go all 
the way to effect a cure for your husband?"

"Yes, I am, but I don't know if I can. I don't know where to start."

"I do. You have to use your `pussy power,'"

"What?" Jenny Bartlet was completely confused, and not a little shocked 
at what she had just heard.

"Bear with me Jenny. Let me explain. Your husband feels inadequate to 
please you. Oh, he can get his cock to stand up if he sees you in a 
pretty dress, but he can't handle your being so attractive; he's afraid 
of you; so he lashes out. I would bet the farm, that most of the time 
when he was hitting you, you were looking especially sexy."

The doctor let that hang in the air. Jenny was obviously thinking back. 
She now realized that it was usually the case that she was dressed for 
work, and usually sexily, when James had gotten off on her. Sometimes 
he would force himself on her, but when she resisted, his cock would 
always go limp, and he'd just tell her to fuck off. Then later that 
night he'd come unscrewed mentally. She now realized he'd probably been 
seething that whole day. God, it seemed so clear to her now.

"It's true isn't it?" continued the doctor.

"Yes-yes it is. But, I still don't know what I can do to stop it."

"You have to control him. To begin with you have to reward and punish 
him just like you would a puppy as the occasion merits."

"I couldn't punish him. He's not a big man, but he's a lot bigger than 
me."

"Oh, but yes you can. You will use your sexual charms -- the same ones 
he's so afraid of losing to make him CRAWL to you begging for 
forgiveness and his punishment. The secret is that you will absolutely 
brook no nonsense. He's essentially a little boy. However, I intend to 
make it easier for you in the beginning. I have a friend who is a 
gynecologist."

"A gynecologist? What do I need one of those for?"

"You don't necessarily, but he does. You, Jenny, are going to give him 
some mild hormone pills. Mild at first at any rate."

"What hormones?"

"Estrogens. He will mellow out a lot when he starts getting in touch 
with his female side. A side by the way that most men have."

"Doctor, I married a man. I'm not sure I want a woman for a husband 
even if he would be less violent."

"You don't have to worry. Dr. Gentry, the gynecologist, will monitor 
things so that James is not harmed by the pills. And any temporary side 
effects from the drugs are easily reversible, and you will be in 
complete control at all times. James needs gentling down and this is 
the quickest way to get to that goal. He actually begged me for drugs 
to achieve that very end. He really does love you by the way. He should 
not, however, be told what sort of drug he will be getting; his male 
ego would have a hard time with that. Still whether you tell him or not 
is completely up to you. Like I said, you will be in complete control."

"I...Okay, I guess we could try. God knows I haven't got much 
confidence in any of my own ideas."

"Good, I've made an appointment for you with Dr. Gentry for this 
afternoon, so that you would not have to make another trip into the 
city until next month. She knows the whole story, and will be on call 
for you as necessary."

"Doctor, can I ask, what kind of punishment should I administer to him 
if he misbehaves?"

"Corporal punishment. Spank him -- hard! He needs the humiliation to 
put him in his place. And you must not be in the least bit unsure of 
yourself. If you are, he'll take advantage of you again, just as he 
always has. Oh, and do not let him masturbate. He gets no satisfaction 
unless you allow it, and you should allow it seldom."

"Spank him? Deny him release?"

"Yes, and across the knees for the spanking. With a hairbrush or a slim 
but thick paddle. Make his first spanking memorable too. Unless I miss 
my guess he will adore you for it. As for the cock restraints, Dr. 
Gentry will supply you with what you need."

"Okay, but pussy power? "

"Yes, pussy power. It never fails. I've seen many pussy-whipped males, 
and frankly he is definitely one of them."

*****

They stopped at the office of "James'" new gynecologist -- albeit he 
didn't know it was his -- and picked up the pills. Additionally, he got 
the mandatory starter shots required for his "therapy." Dr. Gentry also 
gave Jenny a small package.

"Jenny, this device is a to help control his urges, and to help him 
fulfill his role as a female. I suggest you attach it to him a soon as 
you get him home, or very shortly thereafter. Let me explain to you how 
it works."

After a period of minutes Jenny said, "I understand, but do you think 
he'll accept it? He could run away."

"I don't think so. He knows what awaits him if he errs," said the 
doctor.

The drive home began quietly. The woman wrestled with her thoughts, and 
with the instructions that the two female doctors had given her. James 
was going to need therapy for sure if she implemented all of the ideas 
she had gleaned from her meetings with the two female professionals. 
Jenny, finally decided to take the plunge; she looked over at her 
husband and sighed. "James, Dr. Jackson said you'd be willing to do 
anything to save our marriage."

"Yes, anything."

"Good. When we get home, James, I'm going to punish you."

"Huh? What are you talking about? I thought..."

"I'm going to punish you James, and if you give me any trouble, I am 
out the door. And, if you ever want to get into these pants again, you 
will obey and take your medicine."

"But honey..."

"Don't `but honey' me. I have made up my mind. I wasn't sure I wanted 
any part of this, but I am going to give it my best shot. If you learn 
your lesson, maybe I won't have to punish you too often. I'm going to 
spank you James, and hard." Jenny Bartlet was proud of herself, of her 
courage. She sensed a major change was occurring, but was not exactly 
sure how. She only knew, that for the first time, she felt secure.

James sat in shocked disbelief. He could think of nothing to say. 
Inwardly he was deciding just what she was capable of. How bad could it 
be? he wondered.

She was barely five-foot-one and ninety pounds. He was five-foot-six 
and a hundred and thirty pounds. He could take it. He'd live through 
it. Fortunately for James he was unaware of the physics of the matter 
or he would have been considerably more concerned.

*****

Three hours later the plates were cleared, dishes done, and the house 
was quiet. James was crossing his fingers. She had not said word one 
about spanking him since she first mentioned it in the car. She'd gone 
up stairs to get ready for bed, he thought.

He was wrong. Lounging on the couch, he caught a flash of green coming 
at him from the hallway. He looked up. What he saw was a vision. Her 
golden hair flowed over her shoulders. Her green mini skirt could not 
have been shorter and still have been a skirt. Her delightful ass stuck 
out in an absolutely captivating way. Her white, sleeveless blouse 
could not conceal the fact that her B-cup bra was not being worn.

"Honey, you look beautiful!" he said meaning it.

"Thank you James. James, it's time."

He suddenly had a sinking feeling. He knew exactly what she meant.

"Time for what?" he asked anyway, hoping against hope.

"Stand up James," she said disregarding his question.

He did as she instructed.

"Now turn around."

Again he obeyed.

"Put your hands behind your back James."

Again he obeyed, but he was slow. She kicked him in the seat of his 
pants -- hard.

"Honey isn't there someth..."

"Don't honey me James. You're going to get your come-uppance. Get used 
to the idea and shut up."

God, how good she felt finally being in control. She had to be careful 
though. She had to do it right. Pussy power, that was the key. She had 
to make him like the fact that she was going to punish him. She tied 
his hands very tightly behind his back. Then bending down she did the 
same to his ankles effectively hobbling him. Crossing the room she got 
the straight backed chair that sat there and brought it to the center 
of the room next to where he stood. He was on her right. He had not 
seen the item she had placed on the floor next to her.

"James I am going to whip you until your butt is raw. If I hear any 
undue whining I will gag you, and then continue to spank you anyway. Is 
that clear?"

James almost choked. "I-I-I..."

"Yes, you James. And so that it will hurt more I am going to pull your 
pants down."

She reached over and unfastened his belt. She then unbuttoned his 
trousers and pulled them down to his knees. She then freed his penis 
and bared his butt by pulling his shorts down too. She smiled to see 
how hard and big his cock was. She reached over and stroked it lightly. 
It jumped in her hand.

"Now there, that's better. A bare butt spanking ought to make you think 
twice before you pull your nonsense again dontcha think James?"

She almost laughed outright at the forlorn look on her husband's face. 
She picked up her paddle, really a bamboo back-scratcher, but an 
especially thick one, and very stiff. He'd remember this spanking that 
was for sure, she thought.

She pulled her dress back exposing her pink panties and her upper 
thighs. James noticed with longing the cleft her slit made in the front 
of those panties. she tapped her left thigh signaling him to assume the 
position. He took the hint and draped himself over her knees and waited 
for his spanking to begin. He was almost in tears, and the first blow 
had not even descended yet. There was nothing he could do. At least he 
was getting what he deserved from a beautiful woman. Maybe it would 
hurt less because of it.

Jenny stroked his buttocks for a moment -- pussy power she thought --
Then she took her hand away. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Four times the 
paddle rose and fell very fast. Then Jenny rested. She stroked his 
stinging butt again. Then another four spanks very hard and thankfully 
also very fast. She rested again.

"Those were only the warm up James. Now your real punishment will 
begin. I am going to give you fifty more, very hard, and very slow. Try 
to understand that you really deserve this and accept your punishment."

"Yes, ma'am," he said trying to choke back latent tears. She loved 
hearing him address her as ma'am; he was already showing respect.

His spanking continued for the next twenty minutes. He wiggled and 
squirmed and his toes danced on the floor. He whined and begged he to 
stop; but in the main he took his justly deserved punishment pretty 
well for a first time. The paddle set fire to his ass. He cried, but 
tried not to be too loud about it; he did NOT want the gag too. Finally 
it was over. She made him stay where he was for a couple of minutes 
while she savored her power over her formerly brutal husband.

"You may slide off on onto the floor James."

He did so and cried and breathed heavily almost choking the whole time.

Getting up Jenny untied his ankles but not his hands. "Get up James and 
go to the corner over there. Stay there until I tell you that you may 
leave."

"Jen, haven't I suffered enough for one night?"

"Yes, for the moment. I'm not going to spank you anymore tonight. But 
let's get one thing straight, I'm the boss around her now, and you will 
follow instructions to the letter. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You will ask no questions and you will not dare refuse my instructions 
-- EVER!"

"No, ma'am."

"Good. Now get up, kick your pants and your skivies off, and go to the 
corner as you have been told to do."

The husband of the house, completely cowed, did as he was commanded. 
Never in his life had he felt so incredibly helpless. He had no hope. 
Jenny was going to get even with him for all of the abuse he had heaped 
on her. He wanted to accept it. He had it coming; he was willing to 
admit that. That shrink, had dialed him in on the truth. He was jealous 
of his own wife's incredible beauty. He was surprised to note that his 
cock was growing again in spite of the horrible fire that was consuming 
his buttocks and upper thighs. He somehow knew that this would not be 
the last of his sessions with that awful paddle.

Jenny Bartlet, for her part, was sitting on the sofa twenty feet away 
gazing at her handiwork. With his nose buried deep in the corner 
humbling him even further than he already had been, his fanny was a 
very prominent and very deep crimson, and she liked the look of it. Now 
though she had other work to do. Dr. Gentry had given James injections 
earlier in the day, in fact four. Kind of a head-start on the pills. 
Out of earshot of her husband she had told the wife of the side effects 
that James would experience: enlarged breasts, shrunken penis and 
scrotum, reduced body hair, and a change in her husband's fat 
distribution -- meaning he would be getting a female butt. He would, in 
a phrase, look increasingly like a woman. The process should be 
complete -- barring complications -- in about six months. Dr. Gentry 
had assured her, however, that the effects were easily reversible, and 
that all he had to do was stop taking the hormones for things to get 
back to the way they were. The biggest thing though was the promise 
that his aggressive behavior would be a thing of the past. That, and 
nothing else, motivated her to go to the next stage. She got up and 
walked over to her husband.

"James," she said as she untied his hands, "strip naked and come up 
stairs; I want to be fucked."

With that she turned an sashayed up the stairs. She could feel his eyes 
boring holes in her clothes -- pussy power; Gawd how had she not 
realized its force before this day.

*****

James hurried to strip, as she had instructed him, and hurried up the 
stairs maybe thirty seconds behind his wife. When he got there, she was 
removing her earrings.

"Good James, I see you have followed my instructions. That's a good 
start. Now get down on your knees and wait until I am ready for you."

He did as she bade him. She slowly stripped for him and then moved 
slowly and sexily over to the back of a low overstuffed chair, her pert 
breasts tantalizing him as he had never before been tantalized. She 
looked him in the eye as he knelt on the floor, and crooked a finger 
beckoning him to come over. When he got there, she smiled, "Now James I 
want a really thorough screwing, and do not cheat me."

"I promise to do the best I have ever done," he said so fervently that 
she almost laughed out loud at him.

She turned and bent over the chair placing her hands flat on the 
surface of the seat awaiting his penetration of her; it was her to turn 
to submit to him, but in this case, she would remain in control. He 
moved behind her. She could feel his rough hands on her buns. He traced 
her crack lightly with his finger; she wiggled to encourage him to push 
his finger into her anus, but she said nothing letting him do his 
masculine will upon her. She quivered as she felt him change position; 
he was on his knees again. He licked her slit and her anus too. Again 
and again he licked them savoring every taste of her. He changed 
position again. He had made her wetter and now he probed her pussy with 
the tip of his penis. The head popped in. Slowly he pushed for more 
depth in her. She cooed and spread her legs a little wider to 
accommodate his member. Soon he was pumping her savagely, but holding 
his shoot to the very last possible second. Finally he exploded inside 
of her. Totally spent, he fell forward on her back draped as she still 
was over the back of the chair. A moment later they both stood back and 
moved to the bed where they flopped down on its king-sized surface.

"That was wonderful honey," said James with conviction. "It was never 
this good before. Maybe being punished made it better for me."

She smiled to herself at that.

"James, I have some things to tell you. First, I want to say that it 
was very, very good for me too. I loved having you master me if only 
for those few moments. But unfortunately for you it can only be 
occasionally because the rest of the time you are going to be my 
obedient servant. You understand that don't you? At least for a good 
long while?"

"Yes, dearest. And it is okay by me. I have taken advantage of you up 
until now, but now I want to serve you and make you happy. Can you-will 
you- ever forgive me for my cruelty?"

"Yes James, but there is a long way to go before we can be the way, 
well, the way we were meant to be together."

His brow knitted. He had not a clue as to what she was talking about, 
but he figured it had to have to do with her disciplining him again in 
the future. He decided to ask. "Do you mean that you will discipline me 
again?"

"Well yes James. But not only that. There are going to be some changes 
in you."

"I know. And I am willing believe me."

"No James, you don't know. Dr. Jackson told me not to tell, but left it 
up to me to do so if I felt the need. I do. I do not want to trick you. 
I want you to go through what you must go through with your eyes wide 
open."

"Okay," was all he could think to say. He was beginning to worry. "I-I-
I don't have to go to prison do I," he asked with a voice filled with 
apprehension.

"No, no, no! Nothing like that. Nothing at all like that. In fact after 
today and tonight, I think that all that remains is for you to complete 
the program that has been outlined for you -- without your consent, and 
everything will be fine, say in a year or two."

"I can do it then?" he said with finality born of confidence.

"You have to do it, James. You have no alternative. And really neither 
do I. You will be my property for the next two years. My complete 
responsibility. And James, I really mean my property."

He was even more bewildered than before.

"James let me just say it out -- the program that you will have to 
follow."

"Yes, I'd like to know, if it is all right."

"James in the next two days you are going to undergo a complete 
lifestyle change." He listened intently. "Tomorrow you will begin your 
life as a woman."

There she had said it. He didn't move; Jenny was afraid she had done 
the wrong thing -- gone to far.

"Huh?" came the stunned reply.

"James, you have proven yourself unfit to be a male in some very 
important ways. You must, as Dr. Jackson put it to me, get in touch 
with your gentler more female side. You have one, all males do; just as 
women have a male side to their psyches.

"Oh my God, no!" was his first coherent verbalization.

"It won't be so bad if you can learn to be obedient and follow 
instructions as they are given to you."

"I'll be the laughingstock of the whole town. My friends, they'll 
disown me; or worse, NOT disown me. Jen, I don't know if I can. I mean 
I'm a man! I don't know how to do any of that female stuff. Please 
Jenny, don't do this to me."

"It's already done James, or at least begun. Those injections Dr. 
Gentry gave you today were female hormones. The pills you'll be taking 
-- also female hormones. Your body is in for some big changes James."

James didn't say anything. He stormed out of the room in fear and 
anger. He went to the guest room that Jenny kept up for the occasional 
visitor that every once in a while stayed over. It was slated for Jane 
Wells to use beginning the next day.

Jenny rapped on the door for some minutes, but got no response. She 
decided to let him cool off. She went down and fixed herself a tequila 
and coke. He'd not surprised her. She had to figure that an 
announcement like the one she had just laid on him had to be a first-
water shock for sure. She actually felt hopeful; he had not said no, 
not in so many words. And what if he had? Would she, could she, turn 
him in? She was still harboring a great deal of anger toward the man 
who had abused her for so long. He seemed contrite now, but he had so 
seemed before. Yes, she would and could; he had to take his medicine. 
And medicine is what it was as far as she was concerned. She went to 
bed.

****** The plane arrived at a little before six in the morning. Early, 
but at least Jenny would be able to pick up her sister before the 
traffic got out of hand. She got to the gate just as the plane's 
passengers were debarking.

"Jane! Jane! Over here," she announced to the tall slender redhead in 
the super tight jeans and khaki blouse.

"Jen! It's so good to see you. Let's get out of here; I'm dying to here 
all the dirty little details. Is he upset with his parole conditions? 
How did he react to the psychologist? Oh, come on, you've got to tell 
me." She rattled on without letting her sister get a word in edge-wise.

"Jane, give me a break. I'll tell you everything if you'll just give me 
half a minute to do it. For goodness sakes."

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. I do go on so sometimes. Yes. Let's get to the 
car; then I'll shut up and you can tell all."

"Fine. Let's do." The pair meandered their way through the airport's 
corridors to baggage pick-up and got the two over sized suit cases that 
would serve Jane for her stay. They got out of the airport as fast as 
they could after that.

Pulling out of the parking lot Jenny began bringing her sister up to 
speed. It took the whole twenty-five minute drive to outline the 
details.

"You mean a real woman! God he was must be frightened to death. I would 
be. Jenny. He deserves to be in jail for what he has done to you, but a 
sex change? I don't know. I mean, I know that some states have 
castrated rapists and such, but he's not guilty of that. Is he? I think 
he should get a little mercy; I mean if he can be changed, turned 
around as you might say."

"Good," said Jenny. "I want you to keep thinking that way. I want you 
to be his friend. I have to be the bad guy in this, and he needs 
someone who will `understand' him, feel sorry for him, so that he won't 
lose it. In the end, however, you have be the one who leads him to the 
slaughter so to speak, and make him like it. It's for his own good."

"I see. Good cop bad cop so to speak."

"I guess you could look at it that way."

"Are you going to arrange it so he can have his manhood back in tact, I 
mean after he has suffered enough?"

"I think so. I mean I want a man to hold onto, and I do love him with 
all my heart. I just refuse to allow him to go on doing what he has 
been doing."

"Yes. I see, and I like it. The whole thing. So, what's on for today."

"A couple of things. First off is to get him to surrender. He stormed 
out of our room last night -- after fucking me I might add -- and 
locked himself in the guest room -- your room. He has to come out when 
we get home, or it becomes and `or else' situation."

"Does he know that?"

"It doesn't matter if he knows it or not. It's prison or dresses and 
make up for him -- period. It's going to be up to you to persuade him, 
to save him."

Jane Wells smiled. "Consider it a done deal. I'm gonna love this."

*****

"James? James? It's Janie. Can I speak with you?"

The door opened and she saw him walking slowly and dejectedly back to 
the chair he'd probably been sitting in all morning. She walked 
tentatively in.

"I've heard, James. It sounds tough. But I don't think that it's 
something you can't do. If you'll give it a chance, I promise to help 
you all that I can."

"How can you help me Jane? Can you get your sister to lighten up?"

"No, James, I can't. I don't want to either. But I do want to help you 
change, and I can do that if you are up to it."

"That's just it Jane; I am not up to it. The humiliation. The 
degradation of it. It's just too much. Too much."

"James, I'm gonna be straight with you. If you don't accept your fate, 
your punishment, you are going to go to prison. A pretty boy like you 
will likely be raped virtually every day. Even without hormones, your 
small body and light bone structure is very feminine already. Some 
palooka will make you his wife and fuck your bum mercilessly. On the 
other hand, if you obey your wife, you are very likely to have a good 
deal of extraordinary sex and a good deal of fun dressing and learning 
to act like a female. As I see it, James, there really isn't a much to 
be gained by whining."

He looked at her strangely. "I don't know Jane. Maybe you're right. But 
I may have blown it with Jenny. I ran out on her last night after she 
told me that I must not."

"Let me worry about my sister. You wait here. I'll go find out where we 
stand."

*****

"He'll be a good boy now," said Jane. "I think the thought of himself 
bending over for his prison husband got him to think realistically 
about his predicament."

"Thank heavens. I really didn't want to send him away for years. But I 
would have. I want to teach him a lesson he will never forget, but 
preferably on my terms, not the state's."

"Well, he's all yours -- and mine," said Jane smiling broadly at the 
prospect for fun and vicarious revenge that she was about to share in.

"I think I'll go talk to him now," said Jenny. Just as she said it, 
however, James walked into the kitchen and presented himself to the two 
women. He was shirtless wearing only his jeans of the previous evening 
and no shoes or socks.

"I'm sorry," he began with all the obvious contrition he could muster. 
"It is just so humiliating. It's such an unthinkable thing to me."

"Less thinkable than beating me James?"

"No, not anymore. I will accept whatever you want to do to me. I only 
hope you will give me some time to adjust myself mentally -- 
emotionally to the role you have set for me. I will try though. I 
really will." As he finished saying what he had to say, he dropped his 
pants in front of the two females; he was wearing a pair of Jenny's 
panties. The two girls looked at each other in surprise.

Jenny walked over to her husband and embraced him. "Thank you, James. I 
know that it was hard for you to present yourself this way. I'll -- 
we'll try to make it as easy for you as possible. By the way my panties 
look very becoming on you, but we're going to have to do something 
about that bulge," she said taking hold of his penis through the pink 
fabric. He blanched when she said that wondering what she had in mind.

Jane, for her part couldn't get the smile on her face to go away. "See 
James," she said, "It isn't so bad is it. I'll bet you're going to have 
a lot of fun in this even if it is part of your punishment."

"Now there is one more thing I am afraid you have to endure today 
James..."

"Please Jen, not another spanking so soon after the first one," he 
whined.

"James, if I want to spank you, I will. You will simply obey and accept 
your fate. But no, that's not it. It's something to help you to be the 
girl you must become. Something to control that bulge in your panties."

"What?"

"Sit over in that chair James," she said indicating a straight back 
chair next to the doorway. He did as she directed.

Jenny moved over to him and knelt in front of him. She had grabbed the 
package that Dr. Gentry had given her from the counter. Now in front of 
her man, she pulled down his panties and then revealed the contents of 
the bag: two tiny gold rings, a equally tiny padlock and its key, and a 
gismo that looked a little like a very thin stapler.

"I am going to put one of these little rings in the foreskin of your 
penis James and the other in your scrotum. Then I am going to padlock 
them together. It will make it so that you can't get an erection. At 
least every time you do, the pain will make it go small again. That way 
you won't have that unsightly male bulge in the front of your panties. 
Oh, and I guess you'll have to sit to go peepee just like all of us 
girls do."

His mouth dropped open. She was denying him the ability to find sexual 
release when he needed it. He knew he could never stand that kind of 
pressure. He just knew it.

"Don't worry James," she said reading his mind. "You'll get release 
from time to time, but only as I permit it; I have one of only two 
keys. Dr. Gentry has the other. Now don't fight me. Take your medicine. 
And James, don't even think about trying to get around this. If you do, 
I'll know and you'll be bending over for your prison husband in a New 
York minute. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," said the frightened husband.

Jane moved behind the chair and wrapped her arms around the man and 
squeezed, essentially restraining him from jumping when Jenny clamped 
the stapler-like device on him.

"Good," said Jenny. With that she mounted one the small rings in the 
stapler and reached for a good grip on a strip of skin on the underside 
of her husband's now soft penis. She clamped down hard seating the ring 
in place. James howled, but did not jump; Jane retained her hold 
anyway. Jenny repeated the exercise with her husband's scrotum. He 
howled again.

"Okay. The hard part is over James." She brought the rings together 
with her hands. "Jane could you attach the padlock while I hold the 
rings together."

"Gladly," said her sister. She released her charge, took the tiny lock 
from Jenny's hand and deftly snapped it shut through the two little 
rings effectively locking down his penis. James was now incapable of 
getting or at least maintaining a hardon. Jenny grabbed a napkin from 
the nearby counter and dabbed at the minuscule drops of blood caused by 
the trauma to her husband's delicate parts.

You'll appreciate all of this later James as you become more like one 
of us."

James didn't voice his thought that it was not one of "them" that he 
wanted to become. He just suffered in silence and dread, dread that the 
next thing that came to his wife's ever more surprising and macabre 
imagination, might be more than he could endure.

******

"We have to go shopping," agreed the two women. James was five inches 
taller than Jenny, and three inches shorter than Jane. "We have to be 
ready for him after he has his body hair removed today, and his 
permanent done tomorrow," said Jenny.

"He can wear my panties until we can get him his proper size," said 
Jane. "They will fit better than yours. He has to wear something to 
cover himself when he is having the depilatory."

Jane knew that the lady who was going to have the job of removing 
James' body hair was an old school chum of both Jenny and himself. 
Margo, had been intrigued by the whole idea, and was actually excited 
about the opportunity. James she knew was not looking forward to it, 
but he was resigned to his fate.

"We can go shopping while he is having himself done," she added.

"Well, let's get going, James' appointment is in less than an hour. 
We'll check him in and head for the mall," said Jenny. "Before we go 
though, we have one small thing to take care of first: a name for 
James. He can't possibly go around in dresses and looking like a female 
and still answer to the name James now can he?"

"Shall we call him in and ask him what he'd like, or should we just 
choose one for him," asked Jane.

"Let's give him a choice," said his wife.

"I'll go get him," said Jane. She went to the guest room where she had 
previously sent James to await her.

"James, we need to speak with you for a moment in the kitchen," she 
said. He looked up from the bed where he had been sitting and waiting 
for one or another of his mistresses to come and tell him what to do.

"Okay. But shouldn't I put something on first?"

He was stark naked, a condition the girls had left him in since he had 
arisen that morning.

Jane thought for a moment. She went to the closet. She threw him a t-
shirt with some female power phrase on it. She went to her dresser and 
pulled out a pair of white french-cut panties and tossed them to him as 
well. Put those on and your jeans from yesterday. After today you'll 
have clothes that will fit you properly. Oh, and don't forget to take 
your hormone pills. They'll help reduce that swelling in your groin," 
she said.

I've already taken them for today," he responded.

"Good, we'll be waiting for you in the kitchen. Hurry up."

With that, Jane returned to her sister in the kitchen.

In less than five minutes James appeared dressed as he had been 
directed by Jane. He was uncomfortable in the panties because they kept 
riding up into his crack, but he tried not to show it. His nipples 
seemed sensitive too; he knew it had to be the early effects of the 
hormones he had been taking. He didn't want the pair of females in 
front of him to think he was complaining again, so he decided to just 
kept his mouth shut about these minor discomforts, at least for the 
present. He had also decided that he might as well go along with what 
they wanted; he couldn't see a viable way out no matter how hard he 
tried to think of one.

"James, we were thinking that it was time that you got a name," said 
Jenny.

"Huh? I already hav...." he figured it out even as he spoke. He only 
said, "Oh...You mean a name to go with my female appearance?" he said.

"Exactly," said his wife. "We have decided that if you want, that you 
can choose it. Since it is you who will have to write it, say it, 
generally use it the most, that you ought to have something that you 
would feel okay with. Got any ideas?"

"Well, I haven't thought about it. But if I have to choose now, I guess 
Jacquelyn would be my first choice."

"Good," said Jane. "I think that Jacquelyn is a fine name for you. 
Don't you think so Jenny?"

"Yes, it is a good choice James-er-I mean Jacquelyn," she said, smiling 
at her own slip of the tongue. "Jacquelyn it is," she said.

******

The three drove to a small business mall near the main mall that the 
two ladies planned to do their shopping in. Climbing the stairs, they 
entered door #206 and were met by the twenty-five year old proprietress 
Margo Hofschneider.

"Hi, ladies. I have been expecting you, but you're a little bit early. 
It's okay though, I had a cancellation."

"Yes, hi Margo," said Jenny. "This is..."

"Let me guess. This is James."

"No, this is Jacquelyn," said Jenny smiling at her friend who 
immediately got the message.

"Oh, of course, excuse me. Happy to meet you Jacquelyn. We'll do a good 
job on you today. You'll love all of the pampering, no matter what the 
girls have told you."

"We haven't told him-er-her much of anything Margo. We'll leave that up 
to you."

"I see. Well, good. Jacquelyn, why don't you go inside while I talk to 
the other ladies for a moment." Jacquelyn did as bade.

Well, Jen, so your going to feminize your husband. I heard about all 
that court stuff. I can't understand why you didn't press charges the 
second time he was arrested. I would have."

"I love him Margo. It was as simple as that. The courts mandated this, 
or they were going to prosecute him even without my okay under some 
kind of new state law. Anyway, let me introduce my sister Jane Wells."

"Hi there," said Jane shaking the other girl's hand.

"Back at you," said Margo. "Any special instructions Jenny? He's your 
husband."

"Yes, just make sure he hasn't got a hair left south of the eyebrows," 
she said, "and that includes the crack of his ass and the bottom of his 
ball sack. None."

"You got it babe."

"Oh, and you should restrain him for the procedure. Just tell him it's 
part of his punishment. He needs to have his ego clipped a lot more 
than it already has been," she said.

"Got it. Consider it done. I'm gonna love this," said her old school 
chum with relish.

"Good. We'll pick her up in a few hours if that's agreeable," said 
Jenny.

"No way," said Margo. "You're looking at six hours minimum, if you want 
it done right, and you say you do."

"Okay. If that is what it's going to take then six hours it is. We have 
a lot of shopping to do anyway, so it'll work out perfect for us."

"Sounds good then. See you in six plus," said Margo. "Uh-you don't mind 
if I tease him a little do you, Jen. It is not every day I get to help 
put a dominant male type in his place."

"No, just don't spoil him for me; he is being punished after all."

"Okay. I promise. He'll be climbing the walls with desire by the time 
you get here, but no release for him."

"Okay. Good. See you after while."

*****

As Jenny and Jane left to do their shopping, Margo joined James, now 
Jacquelyn, in the "shop" room.

"Hi Jacquelyn," said Margo entering the room. She said it in a way that 
was intended to embarrass and humiliate her charge. "You know you are 
going to make a very pretty woman by the time your wife and your 
sister-in-law are done doing you," she said sticking out her hip 
provocatively while bringing both of her hands to her breasts as though 
to emphasize her femininity.

"I guess so," he said softly.

"Oh yes, I assure you, you will look good starting today. Do you 
remember Mel Patton from high school?" she asked coyly.

"You mean the gay kid everybody made fun of?" he responded.

"Yes, he's the one. I remember that you made the MOST fun of him of 
anybody, and now you've taken to beating your wife. My, the more things 
change the more they remain the same don't they Jacquelyn. Wouldn't Mel 
get a kick if he could see you now. I bet he'd even pay to get into 
your pants after we're all done with you. What do you think Jacquelyn?"

"Look Margo, I'm getting what I deserve. And I am truly sorry for what 
I've done, but do you have to make fun of me like this?"

"I guess not. But you do deserve anything you get. A lot of us friends 
of Jenny have been fed up with guys like you for a long time now. If 
you don't want to find yourself with your balls cut off and stuffed in 
your mouth, you just better never lay a hand on her again."

"No, I will never hurt her again. I love her very much and I am 
sickened by what I have done in the past."

"Well, okay then, I guess that'll have to do for the time being. We 
better get a move on; we've only got six hours to do you. Take off your 
clothes; you can leave your shorts on."

Jacquelyn got off the edge of the table she had been sitting on, and 
began to remove her clothes. Shoes came first then the t-shirt, and 
finally his jeans. he stood before her embarrassed and doleful.

"Why, Jacquelyn, those panties are positively sexy," she said meaning 
it. "Well you can just leave them on, for a while anyway. Now get back 
up on the table and stretch out."

As he lay on the table, Margo went to a nearby drawer and pulled out 
some lengths of quarter inch rope.

"Wha-wha-what is the rope for," he asked frightened -- she had 
mentioned castration.

"Why to restrain you darling girl. Your wife said she wanted you 
immobilized as part of your punishment. Don't worry, I am not going to 
hurt you. Just relax and do as you are told. It'll be fun, and you'll 
look good when I'm through with you. No more of the hairy ape look."

She walked over to him and began tying one of his wrists very tightly 
to the corner hoop at one end of the table. Done, she went to the other 
side and repeated the process. His hands were now completely useless to 
him. She next went to the bottom of the table and began tying his 
ankles to the rings at that end of it. He was effectively and securely 
spread-eagled now, and totally immobilized. She knew she'd have to 
untie him when she had to do his other side and the inner part of his 
crevice, but she now knew that he wouldn't fuss or try to stop her; he 
was clearly and utterly pussy whipped.

She stood beside the table now and decided to tease him some. Moving a 
little closer, she let the index finger of her right hand lightly trace 
the length of his penis through the fabric. She could feel the heat of 
his member as it spasmed at her touch and became even harder and more 
rigid than it had been; thank God jenny had seen fit to un-padlock his 
cock before coming here today, thought Jacquelyn.

"Yes indeed, I wonder what Jenny has in mind for this bulge. It'll be 
imaginative; I'm sure of that. Yes, very imaginative."

She didn't so much smile at his discomfort as laugh at him with her 
eyes. She had an idea that might intrigue this man's wife; maybe she'd 
pose it to her when she came back to pick up her new girl friend later 
that day.

Jacquelyn didn't feel the need to enlighten her about his rings. She'd 
doubtless discover them when she began removing the hair around his 
pubic area. She did.

The electrolysis device now came out as she began to take care of his 
facial hair. She figured she was doing him a favor now. He would never 
again need to pay for blades. She switched equipment from time to time 
as different parts of the body required it. It was time to turn him 
over, she pulled his panties down part way to eradicate the hair around 
the base of his penis.

"What this? Little rings in your cock skin and the forward part of your 
ball sack. Umm, I wonder what they're for," she mused aloud.

Untying his extremities, she commanded him to remove his panties and 
turn over on his belly. He obeyed her without comment. She retied his 
wrists and ankles once again immobilizing him. She tickled his scrotum 
now that it was exposed to her view. She was curious about the rings, 
but didn't ask; still the mystery was intriguing. She knew the 
electrolysis device would make him very uncomfortable if she used it to 
remove the hairs from that delicate area; she was enjoying this 
immensely.

"You have quite a few unsightly hairs on this," she said toying with 
his ball sack. He gritted his teeth and said nothing. "What's the 
matter Jacquelyn? Cat got your tongue?"

He couldn't help himself; he started to cry.

"Oh, is the little girl so sensitive," she said sarcastically. She 
began to remove the hair from the rear of his body. Finally it was time 
to remove the wild hairs from his crotch and anal area.

"Well, Jacquelyn, it is time to do the most intimate part. I am not 
going to hurt you, but it might get a little uncomfortable. Try not to 
cry. It's sweet to see you expressing yourself in such a feminine way, 
but it's something that women have to deal with all the time, and 
frankly, I think that more men should have to have the experience that 
you're getting; it would do them good."

She had decided to pull the hairs in this area out one at a time. She 
reasoned that it would be more painful, and therefore, more in line 
with the idea that this was a part of her punishment.

"How long has it been since your period?" she asked teasing him. "Do 
you need a tampon?"

She laughed outright at her own joke.

She was done with him finally, but she left him immobilized for a 
little while longer until she had gone to the bathroom and gotten a 
tampon to insert in her victim's anus. Jenny hadn't said anything about 
her having a period, but she figured she wouldn't object. She came out 
of the bathroom with the package and showed it to him without saying 
anything. His eyes got as big as dinner plates.

"Please no," he said realizing right away what it was.

"Learn to live with it young lady. We girls all have to learn to, and 
you're one of us now."

He remained silent realizing that he had no choice. In the back of his 
mind was the thought that he could remove it as soon as he was out her 
sight if she didn't inform Jenny or Jane about it.

"Relax or it is going to hurt," he heard her say. He obeyed. He felt 
her spread his crack apart and knew she was gazing at his hole with a 
special interest; it embarrassed him enormously. He felt the tip of the 
applicator and then the intrusion of the appliance itself.

"There is a string Jacquelyn, that shall remain outside and in your 
crack. You'll need it to remove the tampon and change it three times a 
day at least just like any other woman. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Margo," he said resigned to having the beastly device inside of 
him -- at least for the present.

Done with him, Margo made him put his panties and other clothes back on 
and sit in a chair to await his wife and his sister-in-law. They 
arrived within fifteen minutes. Oddly Margo did not mention his being 
forced to wear a tampon to Jenny or Jane. He figured it was because his 
owner and her sister were in a hurry to get home. They seemed excited. 
Probably couldn't wait to get home and dress him up. Well, at least he 
was going to be able to slip out his tampon -- or so he hoped.

*****

Margo wanted to talk to Jenny about the idea she had had earlier, but 
she wanted to talk to someone else first, Mel Patton. If she knew him 
like she thought she did, it wouldn't only be the two girls he was 
riding home with now who were going to have revenge on James Bartlet.

*****

The drive home was muted, but the girls both wanted to know how he felt 
about his hairless body. He just shrugged and said he felt a little 
cold, but other than that he felt okay. The two genetic females giggled 
in unison at that. James, now Jacquelyn, stiffened in chagrin at their 
apparent joy with his discomfort. They arrived home in minutes and 
Jacquelyn excused herself to go to the powder room.

Inside the bathroom he actually did go little potty and then removed 
the hated item from his butt without waiting to think things out. There 
was no wastebasket in the bathroom, and he knew he dared not try to 
flush it in case it got hung up and became a cause to "hang" him. He 
could take it out with him and throw it out elsewhere, but only if the 
girls left him alone for five minutes. He hoped he had not been 
premature in removing it -- his hopes would be in vain. Just as he 
decided to try to sneak it out, the door opened and there stood Jane 
eyeing him holding the soiled tampon.

Jane's eyes narrowed. "Wouldn't be trying to hold out on us would you 
Jacquelyn. Was that a gift from Margo?"

He looked down at the floor like a little boy who had been caught doing 
something unthinkable. "Yes," he answered.

"Did she say to take it out when you got home?"

"No."

"When did you plan to tell your wife or me about it?" she asked daring 
him to lie.

"I-I-I..."

"You don't like having a tampon inside of your pussy, do you 
Jacquelyn?"

He could not answer. He knew he was in for it. Damn why couldn't he 
have just left it alone until later. He hated it that's why. He had had 
to try, and now he had failed and would undoubtedly pay a price all out 
of proportion to his attempt to hide this his latest shame.

"No Jane, I really do not like it. Couldn't that be something that I 
`don't' have to do? I've been good. I've taken my medicine better than 
even I thought that I could. Can't I get a little credit? Enough to 
avoid these things?"

"Ummm. Don't know. It's up to your wife. I agree that you have tried, 
at least since I've been here, but if Jenny decides to punish you or to 
make you wear it, then you must -- period. Now let's go find her so 
that you can face the music."

Jane marched her prisoner off to meet her punisher.

*****

Jacquelyn sat on the divan in Mel Patton's apartment. Initially Jenny 
Bartlet had been against Jacquelyn having any kind of romantic hookup 
with Mel Patton, as suggested by Margo. The idea had intrigued her. It 
would have been a kick, but she thought that even Jacquelyn deserved a 
better fate than that. But things had changed.

Her husband had become more and more settled into his female persona. 
The combination of the drugs and the training that Jane, who had since 
moved in permanently, and Jenny had given him had actually made 
Jacquelyn "want" a man!

And Mel? Jacquelyn's breasts, that appeared to be real breasts, and the 
still viable, if somewhat shrunken, penis which his mind's eye could 
just see wobbling between his legs captivated him. He had been at 
pains, ever since he found out about the whole scheme, to try and get 
on good terms first with Jenny and then with Jane and finally with 
Jacquelyn. He'd made his point. Jacquelyn especially was hopeful 
because she knew he completely understood his situation; a hetero man 
might not. Who was he kidding, a hetero man "would not." And oh how he 
wanted to be taken. To be penetrated as a female was penetrated. It was 
all he could think of. The icing on the cake was Jenny. If things 
worked out with Mel this night, as he hoped, he could have the best of 
both worlds; Jenny had said so.

Mel came in from the kitchen carrying a tray. Wine and cheese squares 
were on the tray. He was not very good at courting a lady, but he was 
doing at least a sincere job of it. Jacquelyn smiled at him. Mel looked 
like such a puppy dog to her.

"Are you comfortable?" asked Mel.

"Relax Mel. I'm comfortable. A little apprehensive, but comfortable."

"Can I ask? I mean I don't want to shatter the spell of the moment, but 
how did you get Jenny to go along with your having a date with me?"

"It is complicated. I guess she wants me to learn to submit completely 
as a female. It's part of my training you might say. Jane also had a 
hand in it. She's the one that watches over my training the most. Jenny 
is the one who handles my discipline. I mean I am become a woman to 
learn what it is like to have to surrender to a man. The truth is I 
like being a woman now. Jane knew that I would. Jenny never had a clue; 
she thought of the whole thing as me getting my just desserts. Actually 
they were both right, but not at the same time. Jenny was most right in 
the beginning when I saw myself as being punished and abused. Jane is 
the more right at the moment, as I have learned to be treated as a 
woman and to accept the privileges that go with that persona. Anyway, 
they discussed the matter with me, and they decided that I should have 
a date with you. They made me promise to `tell all' when you took me 
home."

"And are you going to tell them all?"

"I don't know Mel. Just how embarrassing would it be for me to tell 
them what you have in mind?"

"I'm afraid it would very very embarrassing."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I'm going to fuck your brains out." He said this last having 
gathered all the courage and daring he had hoping he would not get 
rejected.

"Oh really. And what makes you think that I am going to let you get 
into my pants?"

"Frankly, because you're here. I don't think you came over to this 
apartment, on this night, to look at my stamp collection."

"I guess your right. I am kind obvious. I am also, as I said, a little 
worried about it."

"No need to be. I will go very slow and be very gentle with you. I 
will, in a word, treat you like a lady."

"Yes, that is what I want. I mean I want the experience of being taken 
like a woman is taken. I actually yearn for it. Does that shock you? 
No, of course it doesn't. Stupid question. Well, I'm a little bit of an 
amateur on this side of the couch. Where do we begin?"

*****

Mel had been stunned when Jacquelyn arrived this night. He had not been 
prepared for the vision that Jane Wells and Jenny Bartlet had prepared 
for him.

He'd seen her of course, Jacquelyn, a number of times in these past 
months since Margo had called him and presented him with her 
proposition. At first he had seen the whole thing a way to get even 
with James Bartlet for treating him like dirt when they had been in 
high school together. He was thrilled to know that his wife had the 
legal right to use and abuse him to her heart's content. Then he had 
seen the results of the transformation wrought by his wife and sister-
in-law. Jacquelyn Bartlet was beautiful.

The wide hips and prominent buttocks, the narrow waist, the long 
strawberry-blond hair, the softened facial features, her "real" B-cup 
breasts, and even her sultry female voice had absolutely enslaved him. 
Revenge now was not an option for Mel Patton. He flat wanted this boy-
girl for himself. He'd played his cards right, and now here she was 
actually hoping to be taken! There was a God, probably several! Oh, how 
incredibly sexy she looked in her red, low cut mini-dress.

*****

Jane gloried in transforming her charge. Making him over into Jacquelyn 
was a fantasy come true for her. Jane was bi. She was secretly in lust 
with her half sister, Jenny Bartlet. Jenny didn't know it of course; 
Jane feared being to pushy, but she hoped this strange situation that 
the three of them were now sharing might lead to some special fun for 
her and for Jenny -- James too if he played his cards right; she was in 
no way averse to having him screw her; she just needed to time it 
right. The opportunity was a while in coming, but when it did, it 
proved to be more than well worth the wait.

"Jacquelyn, let's go upstairs I need to do your face so we can go 
shopping."

"Yes Jane," came the immediate reply.

Jacquelyn sat down at the vanity and Jane moved behind her and lifted 
her now longer hair. "I think we can do a ponytail for you today," she 
said matter-of-factly.

"Okay. Can I have the yellow ribbon instead of that pink thing?" he 
asked reasonably.

"Sure," said Jane noticing yet again his easy acquiescence to having 
himself done each time they went out into public. "You like being a 
girl now, don't you honey?"

He looked up at his sister-in-law. "Yes, I do. I never thought I would, 
but I do. I guess it's because of the hormones."

Jane Wells, looked back at him. She reached around him and squeezed the 
her brother-in-law's breasts. He had developed very pronounced female 
attributes during the past several months.

"Does it feel good to have your breasts played with Jacquelyn?"

"Yes. Yes, it does Jane."

The door opened, and Jenny walked in on the little tableau. "Well, what 
are you two up to," asked Jenny with a smirk on her face. Is it just 
tea for two, or can three play?"

Jane, at first startled, recovered. Jenny was not mad that she was 
playing with her husband's breasts.

"Uh -- I was just teasing Jacquelyn," she said hoping she'd judged 
Jenny's demeanor rightly.

"Um -- huh. I think that Jacquelyn needs to learn how girls do it 
together. Don't you Jane? I mean, it isn't just men who sometimes play 
with each other is it?"

"Uh -- no," said Jane. "It certainly isn't."

"Relax Jane. I've seen the way you look at her breasts and that butt of 
hers. I think I've caught you looking at mine as well a few times. You 
underestimate me -- the new me. I've even asked Dr. Jackson about it a 
time or two. She says it's normal for girls to be attracted to girls 
when a situation like the one we're in presents itself."

"Really?" said Jane not believing her ears.

Jacquelyn sat there taking it all in. At first, he had been sure that 
when he saw his wife come through the door that he was dead meat -- he 
was sure that it wouldn't matter that Jane was the one who had 
instigated the whole thing. He was certain that he was the one who was 
gonna be guilty and punished. For once, he finally realized, he was 
wrong; his wife was interested.

"Yes, really. Truth is Jane I have been more than a little interested 
in trying a couple of things too."

"Really?" asked Jane again repeating herself.

"Yes, really. You say you were teasing Jacquelyn. Okay, let's do it 
right."

She looked over at her she-male husband and beckoned him with her 
crooked finger to come to her. He did. She looked him up and down.

"You look good girl. Jane wants to tease you. So do I. Unfortunately 
for you, you're not going to get any release. Not tonight. Tonight you 
are going to have to remain in a state of extreme agitation I'm afraid. 
Your fun will come in a day or two though; I have plans for you."

"Honey, I didn't mean..."

"I know, Jacquelyn. I know the feelings you've been having. You can't 
have the hormone levels you've got and not have a reaction to them. You 
are not being punished, just denied, at least for tonight. Still..."

"He can watch," said Jane, daring to guess her sister's intentions.

"Umm -- yes. He could watch. He'd have to be bound and gagged, but he 
could watch."

"Yesss!" said her sister.

Jenny smiled at her obvious excitement. "Stand up Jacquelyn," she 
commanded him.

She thought he looked really good in the miniskirt and long sleeved 
blouse that he was wearing.

"A ponytail. Don't you think Jane?"

"I was just about to put her hair up in that very do," said Jane.

"Good. Do that first then we'll have fun -- teasing him."

Jane did as requested and soon Jacquelyn was sporting her very first 
ponytail.

Jane moved over to the top dresser drawer and removed the gag and the 
binding necessary to control the she-male in the group.

"Turn around honey and put your hands behind your back. Jacquelyn 
slowly obeyed the unwelcome command, and Jane bound his hands tightly.

"Spread your legs a little bit, so I can bind your knees," she 
commanded him.

He obeyed again. Finally, Jane bent down and began binding his ankles 
tightly together. As she did so, she pushed her butt as high into the 
air as she could toward Jenny.

Jenny saw the display before her and moved closer to her sister. She 
traced her crack with her hand very lightly, amusing herself and 
torturing Jacquelyn mentally the while.

Jacquelyn was standing completely trussed behind the seven-foot couch. 
Jane now gagged him with a pair of her underwear that she kept for the 
purpose. Finished, she walked back around the couch to where Jenny had 
moved and stood in front of her.

For moments they did not touch. They just looked at each other. 
Something had to give. The first to move would be the aggressor. Jane 
moved first.

Jane reached over and began unbuttoning Jenny's blouse. "You've wanted 
me for a long time, haven't you Jane?"

"Yes," came the husky answer. For a very long time. How did you know? 
How long have you known?"

"Since we were children. I just wasn't ready. But this situation we're 
in..."

"Yes, I know. I wondered if I would have an opportunity to take you, to 
master you."

"Well, now you do. Do a good job on me."

"Oh, I will. I will." Jane finished the slow unbuttoning of Jenny's 
shirt and pulled it out of her skirt and stripped it off of her 
shoulders. She reached for her sister's bra and touched it lightly. She 
unhooked its front fastening. Jenny's breasts bounced free. Jane felt 
them and massaged them very sensuously. Jenny cooed. Jane backed away 
from the other and looked at her. She reached out and undid her skirt; 
it fell to the floor.

She knelt now, and pulled her sister's panties down and helped her step 
out of them.

Jane was mesmerized by the look of her sister naked in front of her. 
She touched her blond pubic hair. For a little girl, Jenny had a lot of 
pubic hair; she never trimmed it; she thought it was sensual; she was 
right. Jane kissed the top of her slit. Jenny stood expressionless and 
tingly as Jane let her hands roam her body. Jenny had seldom felt so 
incredibly willing and vulnerable at the same time.

Jacquelyn had a fierce hard-on. But there was nothing he could do about 
it locked down as it was in its training position. Usually the padlock 
caused him enough pain to get the hard-on to go back down, but not this 
time; his face was turning red. Jenny saw his distress and smiled at 
him blowing him a kiss; that made it all the worse for him. Of course 
Jenny knew that it would.

"I'll be right back," said Jane.

She went out of the room for a moment and came back holding a nine inch 
dildo. To Jenny it looked awfully long and thick.

"I don't think..."

"Hush," Jane cut her off. " I know what I'm doing. I can get it inside 
of you and then I will make you come like sissy boy over there never 
could."

Jacquelyn was now not only helpless, but humiliated as well. Jane, his 
friend, was calling him a sissy. He was of course and a complete one. 
His penis shrank. He looked at the two strikingly beautiful women and 
wanted to be one of them. He knew more than ever that Dr. Jackson had 
been right; he was jealous of Jenny.

Jane gently urged Jenny to the couch. She went, but she was still 
apprehensive of the large flesh colored thing Jane was holding in her 
hand. Jane got her into a kneeling position on the couch. Jacquelyn was 
only two feet away, bound, helpless and stimulated.

"Bend over Jenny and spread your ass cheeks apart a little." Jenny did 
as she was told. She felt her sister's hand massaging her buttocks and 
the inside of her crack; it felt wonderful -- strange but wonderful. 
She felt Jane's tongue reaming her butt hole and her pussy. She was 
indescribably hot and nervous. Jane had made her soaking wet.

Jacquelyn could smell her female juices from where she was straining 
helplessly at her bonds. She wanted to be with the two women more than 
anything, but it was more than that. She wanted to be a woman.

Jenny screamed in pleasure and pain as the giant dildo pressed home 
inside of her. It completely filled her. Jane moved it slowly in and 
out while Jenny wiggled and grunted like a bitch in heat. Jane played 
with her sister's clit and licked around her anus while the artificial 
cock plunged in and out of her vagina. The two women were all animal 
now. There was no pretense of femininity, and yet, that seemed to make 
them even more female.

Jenny collapsed on the couch. Jane would not allow her to relax. She 
positioned herself and sat on her sister's face. Jenny, smelling the 
pungent odor of Jane's private places, and being stimulated by them, 
tongued her sister to a violent and crude orgasm. The two women slowly 
came down from their high. They kissed sensually and long sucking each 
others tongues as though they held exotic elixirs.

*****

Mel walked over to the wall by the door and turned down the lights with 
the dimmer switch. Jacquelyn, holding her glass of wine, crossed her 
legs, as she sat on the couch, and smiled at the man she had once made 
fun of for being "queer." How things had changed. She wasn't exactly 
sure what was about to happen, but she knew one thing for sure; this 
man was going to have her tonight, and she was looking forward to it - 
- to losing her virginity, to being screwed, royally screwed. She hoped 
it wouldn't hurt her. But, if it did, she figured she had it coming for 
all of the insulting things she had said to Mel so long ago.

Mel came back to the sofa and sat down on the opposite end from his 
date. Picking up his own drink he swirled it in the glass and gave 
Jacquelyn a serious look. "You know Jacquelyn, there are those who 
wanted me to hurt you."

"Oh? And who might `they' have been?"

"Margo Hofschneider for one."

"Ah yes, Margo. Our community sadist."

"Umm -- she told me about -- well about the body hair thing."

"I see. So, and what am I supposed to think?"

"I don't like Margo. Never did. I just wanted the air to be clear 
between us. I'm not looking at this as a one night stand."

"Really. Well, does it matter how I look at it?"

"To me? Yes. I want you to be comfortable with me. I love the way you 
look. I mean I know your married and all, but I am definitely in lust 
with you. I can say without fear of contradiction that you are the 
sexiest thing I have ever personally met."

"Well, I guess I should feel flattered. Out of curiosity, just how many 
boy-girls have you met?"

"Many. But none like you."

"Like I say, flattered."

"Is the air clear," he asked as he moved closer to the girl thing at 
the other end of the sofa.

"I guess."

Jacquelyn all of a sudden felt a rush of apprehension. But she was 
tingly too. She felt like a girl must feel like when she is vulnerable, 
when it's her first time. She had no intention of refusing him, but she 
was praying that he would go slow. She simply wasn't used to this. Not 
this.

Mel, sensing her fears, and reveling in them, gave her a reassuring 
look. He placed his right hand on her knee; she spasmed a little, but 
did not pull away.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm going to be the most considerate that 
I have ever been."

"Okay..."

He leaned forward. She could smell his maleness. He kissed her lightly 
on the lips, and then sat back a little and just gazed at her in the 
semi-darkness of the shadowy light; his hand had not moved. It felt 
warm on her knee. He leaned forward again, and this time he edged 
closer to her. He put an arm around her shoulder and kissed her more 
intensely. She returned his fervor. They must have kissed for several 
minutes. His hand began its journey up her thigh and under her dress. 
He stopped just short of his goal. He pulled her close Now he pressed 
his whole hand on her groin eliciting a series of short breaths from 
his female guest. Placing one arm around her now; he began to feel her 
breasts through the fabric of her dress and the lacy texture of her 
bra. She felt numb, and yet somehow very sensitive to his touch.

Jacquelyn was a sea of seething emotion. She felt his hand pressing on 
her secret place and then he was feeling up her breasts. So, this is 
what it is like to be made love to by a man, she thought. She was 
beginning to believe she could get used to this. She decided to 
stimulate him a little; she placed her left hand on his hardening cock. 
He almost fainted from the feeling. She undid his belt. She ran her 
hand down the length oh his still trapped penis and around his scrotum. 
He lay back and let her do her part. She unzipped him and spread open 
his fly; she felt his cock through the material of his jockey shorts. 
He was huge, hot, and very thick.

Mel began to unzip her dress while she felt him through his shorts. He 
pulled her dress down to her waist and unhooked her bra; her titties 
spilled out; he massaged them, and then began to suck on them. First 
one and then the other; her nipples became rigid with lust. She pushed 
him away.

"Lift up," she commanded him. She pulled his pants down to his ankles 
then she followed by stripping him of his shorts.

"My turn," she announced.

She took hold of his penis and scrotum with separate hands. She leaned 
forward and began to suck him lustily. She licked and sucked his cock 
and balls with animal abandon. It was his turn to push her away.

He removed her dress entirely now and began pulling at her panties. She 
smiled and raised up for him. She was naked now. He gazed at her in 
pure animal heat as he shucked his shirt to join her in nakedness. He 
noticed the restraining device that locked her shrunken maleness down.

"Cruel of them," he said.

"Part of my punishment," was her reply. "Don't worry about it; it's 
okay. Tonight I'm a woman for my man."

"Am I your man?" he asked awkwardly.

"For at least tonight, yes, you are."

He kissed her passionately. His hands now roamed her body aggressively. 
His passion was under control but very intense. He ran his hand over 
and then into the crack of her behind. She felt his finger probe her; 
she did not object.

"You're very dry," he said. "Turn around and get up on the couch on 
your knees. Yes, that's right," he said as she obeyed him. "Now bend 
over and stretch your arms out along the back of the couch."

Again she obeyed him. He knelt behind her and began reaming her 
orifice. Suddenly he stopped ministering to her rear.

"Don't move," he said.

She had no intention of moving. She was in a languid state. Jenny would 
have been proud of her submissiveness. She wondered if she would tell 
"all" when she got home -- probably, she allowed. She sensed him return 
to the room. She looked behind her and saw the jar. She knew 
instinctively what it was. He was being kind to her. She turned back 
around and awaited his penetration of her.

Mel gently spread the KY-jel on her hole. Next he pushed a fair amount 
of it inside of her before smearing his cock with the slippery goo. He 
took hold of her wide, female hips and leaned forward. He kissed her 
behind and then the small of her back. He was ready.

She looked back at him as he positioned himself to enter her.

"Sock it to me. Screw the hell out of this girl."

He said nothing. He pushed with the head of his cock at her hole. He 
got the head in easily though she was very tight. He pushed in a little 
more and then withdrew somewhat. he repeated the process a few times. 
Finally he was lodged completely inside of her. She was relaxing -- as 
Jane had told her to; it was not as painful as she had anticipated; but 
she sure felt stretched. He began screwing her with a slow back and 
forth motion. Oh my, how good it felt to have this man take her. She 
wondered if he/she had ever given Jenny this much pleasure. She hoped 
he'd have the chance again someday; she owed it to her wife.

*****

Mel drove her home after screwing her in several positions. Jacquelyn 
decided now that her virginity was history that she liked it best when 
he bent her over doggie style. She liked the feeling that she got when 
she was in this most vulnerable of positions. She liked submitting, 
surrendering herself to his control, to his whim. She loved being 
mastered. She was going to tell Jenny and Jane all about it just as 
soon as she got home. She couldn't wait.

*****

The following morning they were all sitting around the table. Jane was 
laughing her head off. "He said we were cruel?"

"Well, yes, he was just being protective of me."

"Honey," asked Jenny, "are you going to let him fuck you again?"

"I'd like to. He's very considerate. His cock is so big, but it didn't 
hurt. I loved the feeling of him filling me."

"Well, okay," said Jenny, "but if your going to let him have your butt 
again it's going to have to be as a man. I have decided to Judge Bailey 
about letting you off any further punishment. I think that you have 
learned your lesson. You will never again wear the pants in the family, 
but I think that you have earned the right to be my husband once again 
-- my obedient husband."

Jacquelyn looked her in the eyes and began to cry. "I'm so mixed up 
Jenny. I like being a woman, but I also want to know the feeling of 
being myself again."

Jenny put her arm around her husband and began to console her.

"It's okay," Jane said, "you'll still be able to dress up from time to 
time. Your tits will be gone but your body hair has been permanently 
removed. And you can wear your hair long, so as to be able to play 
dress up when you like. We're not going to throw out your clothes."

"That's right said Jenny. And soon your cock will be its old self again 
and you'll be able to pleasure me."

James still sniffled as he sat there in his yellow undress. He had 
begun to think of himself as two persons. He was going to love being 
able to be both.

"Jenny, I love you he said, " I love both of you."

The two women took turns comforting him.

Part Two: Jenny Gets a Sister, and a Pair of Big Surprises.

James had been back in men's clothes, doing men's things, and having 
Jenny bend over for him regularly for several months. Things looked and 
should have been fine. Consults with Dr. Jackson indicated that he had 
indeed been cured of his violent tendencies which had been the aim of 
the whole program of the previous year and a half, but for James there 
were questions.

James had done his best; everyone thought so and said so. He was happy 
-- sort of. But there was one thing he was having difficulty with. He 
missed being a girl. He still donned dresses on occasion. He still wore 
his hair long for the times when he could play dress up, but it wasn't 
enough. He was not dissatisfied with his flaxen haired wife. She 
thrilled him. But it thrilled him more when Mel made him kneel in front 
of him and pull his pants down. It thrilled him more when it was he 
doing the bending over while Mel screwed him royally from behind. But 
what could he do; he was married -- to Jenny. He had to tell her. God, 
he hated the idea of having to do that. She was going to kill him; he 
was sure of it. And Jane...

Jane had moved in permanently of course. His lesbian sister-in-law had 
his wife more often than he did. It was a wonder that Jenny had not 
been worn to a frazzle. And Jane had been good to him too after her 
fashion. He was not jealous of her, that was a dead mortal fact. Jane 
had even let him fuck her a few times when the three of them played 
together; she had the tightest cunt for such a big girl, he thought. It 
should have been bliss. It almost was. Now he was going to blow it; he 
was going to tell Jenny he wanted to be operated on -- changed -- 
permanently. She was going to kill him. Maybe she'd let him fall on his 
sword... no she would whip him to death with her strap, and he was so 
pussy-whipped that he would have zero options but to let her. He hadn't 
felt the strap in several weeks now. Jenny disciplined him every once 
in a while just to let him know who was wearing the pants in the 
family. It was unnecessary, of course, he'd long relinquished any 
pretense that it was himself. Jane spanked him too on occasion, but 
less often than did his wife. And he had just heard earlier this day 
that there was to be a complication in their lives.

Jenny and Jane had a pair of cousins. Children of their, aunt, Aunt 
Millie. Jenny had not seen Julia and Tad since they were little; the 
result of her having moved to the coast with James some years earlier 
when the children were still in early grade school.

Now it seemed, that because of financial troubles, Jenny and Jane had 
been asked to take them in. Jane had lobbied for the children to be 
allowed to come out West. Jenny had agreed without noticeable 
hesitation. She liked children, and although Tad was fourteen and Julia 
was twelve, the idea intrigued her. It made James nervous; but he had 
no say. He wondered how it would curtail their adventurous sex lives. 
And now... With the announcement he was going to make. Jenny was going 
to kill him! The notion kept ringing within the walls of his cranium. 
Well, if it had to be done, it had to be done without delay. He was 
going to make it work -- somehow. He kept repeating the idea to himself 
as though it were a mantra that somehow would, could, influence his 
dominating wife, and her only slightly less merciless cohort, her 
sister Jane. He headed downstairs to tell his wife.

******

"What do you think, Jenny, Julia could have the spare bedroom and we 
could turn the game room in the basement into another bedroom for Tad?" 
asked Jane rhetorically.

"Yes, I think it's a good idea. Really the only solution." Jenny looked 
at her sister and smirked. "You know, having the kids here is going to 
curtail a lot of our -- activities."

"I know. Can't be helped. I think the one that will be affected the 
most will be James. He does so like to dress up sometimes. I guess he 
won't be able to do that anymore."

"Hmm -- yes, but he'll get over it -- I hope," said Jenny clearly only 
half convinced.

"Well, he'll have to, but I think we are going to have to be extra 
sweet to him for a while so he doesn't feel wronged by all of this," 
said Jane

"Jane, he's a big boy. He understands responsibility. Besides, he'll do 
what I want him to do," said Jenny smugly.

Just as Jane was about to bring up a point, James walked in. "Hi," he 
said looking from one to the other. His tone of voice might have been 
best described as unsure. "Can I talk to you, Jenny, for just a 
moment?"

Jenny eyed him. His demeanor was such as caused her to be suspicious. 
"Okay James," she said.

"Jenny," he began not even waiting for Jane to exit the room. 
"Something's been on my mind, and I've just got to get it out. You 
might be mad, but I've got to talk about it. I've just got to," he said 
with finality. Jenny motioned Jane to sit back down, and James didn't 
make any sign that he cared, so she did.

"And that is, James?"

"Jenny, I want to be a girl." There he'd said it. The fat was in the 
fire. The sparks could fly now, and he'd weather the storm somehow -- 
unless she killed him.

"Well, you can dress up tonight if you want, James. You can even have a 
date with Mel if you like; it might be a while before you can do it 
again, at least around here..."

"No, you don't understand, Jen, I want to be a girl! I want an 
operation. I want to be a girl permanently." Now he'd said it.

Jenny just sat there as the realization of what her husband had just 
said sank in. He'd not surprised her very often in these past many 
months, but now he had. "Are you serious! You mean you want your dick 
cut off!? You want a real vagina?"

"Yes." He said it with a confidence born of long conversations with 
himself.

"I see."

"Wow!" said Jane in a voice that was almost a whisper. "Another pussy 
around here. It might be fun."

"Are you nuts, Jane? The kids will be here tomorrow! There is no way 
we'd be able to convince them that they'd somehow been mistaken and 
didn't really have an uncle at all! Oh boy, this is going to be a 
problem."

"Hey, where there is a will there is a way. We'll figure something out. 
But I have a question for James," said Jane calmly. "Why?"

"I'm not sure Jane. But Jenny, you remember when we first went to Dr. 
Jackson. She said my aggression might have been caused by the fact that 
I was jealous of your beauty?"

"Yes?"

"Well, that's the only thing I can come up with. I want to be like you. 
I want to have breasts for my lover to suck. I want to feel his fingers 
probe my pussy. I want to be mastered and fucked, and cuddled, and oh 
you know all of the things that girls get."

"I see. And you realize you'd never be able to fuck me again. That has 
occurred to you?"

"Well -- yes -- I wouldn't be able to fuck you with my dick gone, but 
I'd still be able to make love to you just like always. And I'd still 
beg to be able to serve you just as I do now. So -- will you -- will 
you let me?" asked James in a pleading voice. He dropped to his knees 
as he usually did when he wanted something really badly.

"James have you really thought this over? You know once it's gone, 
you're not getting it back."

"I know. I'm committed."

"Wow!" said Jane again in her same low voice. "A transgender operation 
in the family. I like it," she said brightly.

Jenny looked at her sister with a strange expression on her 
countenance. "You can say that, Jane. It's not your husband who wants 
to have his dick cut off. Still, I guess it's my fault for showing you 
how much fun it is to be a girl. Okay James. We'll talk to doctor 
Jackson as soon as I can make an appointment. We aren't going into 
something this big without counseling -- for both of us."

"Oh thank you, Jen," said her husband fervently. I knew you'd 
understand, help. I will be your willing slave forever for this."

"James, you already are my slave, and don't you forget it."

"No ma'am. Never."

******

Julia and Tad arrived on time and with all of the baggage they would 
need for an extended stay. Their first impression was a good one. Aunt 
Jenny and Aunt Jane were going out of their way to make them feel that 
they belonged.

After their long flight, and the climax of the settling in process, the 
two youngsters took a week to get into the swing of things. For their 
part, Jenny and Jane had been pleased with the way that Tad and Julia 
had gotten to used to being in their new environment. James too had 
immediately felt a fondness for the duo. He was more concerned than the 
ladies were about how the children would react to the changes that they 
would soon be a witness to. Anyway, he was committed, and nothing was 
going to stand in his way of becoming all of the woman he could be.

It was on the eighth night of their stay that the girl and the boy 
accidentally witnessed something that would change their relationship 
with each other.

Julia and Tad had been told, by Aunt Jane that they could use the pool 
at any time they wished -- this after their aunt had ascertained that 
both of them could swim. Although it was fairly late that Tuesday 
night, the two of them had decided to swim and hang out at the pool. 
They were taking care not to be loud so as not to disturb anyone in the 
house.

"This is nice out here isn't it Tad?" asked Julia.

"Yeah, I really like it. It's so warm tonight; the pool was a good idea 
sis."

"Of course. It was my idea wasn't it?" she retorted smugly.

"Yes. Yes. It was a good idea, and it was' your idea. I admit it."

"Good. Your learning," she allowed.

"Do you think our aunts like us, Julia?"

"Yes. I think so. I mean they seem to. I think Uncle James likes us 
too. He's such a sweet person. Dontcha think, Tad?"

"Umm -- yes. I suppose so. But I must say, sometimes he looks at me 
funny. I don't know why. In fact I'm not even sure I'm right. I'm 
probably just not used to the way it's done in California. You know..."

"Wait! Did you hear something?"

"No."

"There. Do you hear it now?" asked the twelve-year-old girl.

"Yeah. A kind of a slapping sound or something."

"Let's go look."

"Okay."

The two juniors got up from their deck chairs and walked quietly toward 
the far right part of the house. The sound was coming from Jenny and 
James' bedroom, or so it seemed. They eased up to a window to see what 
they could. neither of the two youths thought it strange that they were 
peeping through adults' private window; their age, they thought, would 
excuse whatever childish behavior that they might be guilty of.

Neither Julia nor Tad could speak. The proverbial cat had gotten their 
tongues. There before their eyes, their Aunt Jenny had their uncle, 
stripped naked, over her knees and was spanking him with a nasty 
looking hairbrush. Each time the instrument descended, their Uncle 
James would buck and cry out through what looked like female panties 
stuffed into his mouth. Tad especially seemed mesmerized by the 
beautiful blond woman in the short black skirt and the simple 
sleeveless white blouse. Her ponytail would kind of swish every time 
she swung her arm to deliver a blow to her husband's buns. God, she was 
beautiful he thought. The two children continued to watch as the pace 
of their uncle's spanking picked up. Hi body was semi-ridged now with 
what must have been stinging pain. His toes were dancing a tattoo on 
the floor as he tried to stretch is buttocks in a vain effort to make 
the brush hit a spot not already aflame. He began to keep up a steady 
shivering-like movement with his body; a clear sign of his distress. 
His buttocks were crimson and it contrasted radically with the 
porcelain whiteness of the rest of him. Soon it was over. Their aunt 
Jenny put down the brush and massaged the tortured buttocks of their 
uncle. They were speaking now in the room. Aunt Jenny was pointing to a 
corner. A thoroughly cowed and punished uncle marched over to where his 
wife indicated, still naked, and stuck his face in the corner as would 
any punished little boy. The two nervous teens just looked at each 
other and moved back to the pool area.

"Did you see what I saw?" asked Tad of his sister.

"I was there wasn't I?" she rejoined. "I wonder why Uncle James lets 
his wife spank him like that?" asked Julia rhetorically.

Tad just looked at the ground and didn't answer.

"What?" asked his sister noticing the strange behavior of her fourteen-
year-old brother. "What? Are you all right Tad?"

Tad found it hard to look his sister in the eyes. He hoped she didn't 
notice his raging seven inch hard-on. He was glad it was dark. He was 
sure, that even with the pool lights, that his sister could not see the 
red color that now washed his countenance.

"Tad? What is the matter? Are you gonna talk?" She was getting 
impatient with the strange behavior of her brother."

"Julia, I -- I -- I..."

"Tad it was just a spanking. It is not anything to freeze all up over 
for goodness sake. People get spankings all of the time. I guess even 
adults get them."

"I'm not all froze up, Julia. I -- I -- I..."

"You what Tad?"

"I was jealous of Uncle James," he blurted out. "I mean being spanked 
by his beautiful wife. I really wished it was me there naked in front 
of her. Do you think I'm bad? You know, because I think my own aunt is 
sexy?"

"Tad! Of course you're bad. She's too old for you. You ought to get a 
spanking for thinking thoughts like that. I've half a mind to tell 
auntie."

"No, no, please don't tell, Julia. I know I shouldn't feel this way. 
But I feel that way about most girls nowadays -- even you." Tad looked 
down at the ground and waited to see what reaction his sister might 
have to his baring of his soul.

"What! Even me! You mean you like me? You like the way I look!"

"Uh -- yes. I think you're beautiful. I know I'm not supposed to think 
thoughts like that, but I can't help it, like I said."

"Myyy gaawwwd! Your serious." Julia sat down on the deck chair and just 
looked at her big brother. "I don't know what to say to you Tad. What 
is it you said? You said you wished it was you getting the spanking 
from aunt Jenny? I can't believe it."

"I can't believe it either."

"Why would you want' a spanking. You saw how Uncle James was suffering. 
Aunt Jenny really punished his behind. Then she made him stand in the 
corner -- naked!"

"I don't know. Maybe that's the way adults do things. Maybe the woman 
is supposed to be the boss. I don't know. All I do know is that I felt 
really really strange when Uncle James was getting it. I wanted it so 
bad that I could almost have gone in and begged for it."

"And you said that I make you feel I like that?" said Julia with 
upturned eyebrows.

"Oh yes. I would do anything to have you do me like Aunt Jenny did 
Uncle James. I never could have told you before, but -- I don't know -- 
seeing them doing all that stuff tonight made me want to tell you. Do 
you really think I'm or sick or bad or something?"

"I don't know Tad. I'm only twelve. I have to think about it. I will 
say that it sure made me feel funny too watching Aunt Jenny give him 
that lickin' though. It must have hurt a lot, and he just took it. He 
didn't fight it; he just took it, and then stood in the corner like a 
little boy. I sure wish I had that kind of power too sometimes."

"You already do, Julia," said Tad still not looking her directly in the 
eyes.

"You really do want a spanking don't you, Tad. I mean you want me to 
spank you. Just like auntie did to Uncle James?"

Tad remained silent.

"Well, I guess I could do that for you if you want. We'd have to be 
quiet about it, I mean I suppose. It wouldn't do for anyone to know 
that your baby sister is wailing on your buns. I mean that is what you 
want isn't it Tad?"

He only nodded in the affirmative.

"We'll see. Maybe on Saturday when everybody else goes to that thing at 
the mall. We can stay home, and - - well -- you can get yours. Would 
you like that? I mean really?"

Tad nodded and then spoke. "Yes, Julia, I would really like it if you 
would do that. Maybe train me or something."

"You've thought about this a lot haven't you Tad," said Julia realizing 
that she had been an object of his desire for some time.

"I guess so."

"You guess so. I don't think that there is any guessing about it. 
You've been thinking about me in a boy-girl way haven't you? For a long 
time haven't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay then, I guess if you like me that much, I can try to do some 
things for you. I don't know much about this stuff, except what we saw 
the tonight, but between now and Saturday, I will try to figure out 
something."

"I really thank you sister -- Julia..."

"I guess you should call me miss when we are alone together like this. 
If I am going to be the boss you're going to have to show me some 
respect. Is that okay with you?"

"Uh -- sure. I mean it only makes sense -- miss. Since you'll be the 
boss, I should show you the respect you deserve."

"Yes. Good. Then that's it. Between now and Saturday, make up your mind 
for sure. Once we begin you're going to be stuck. I won't let you off. 
But, if before Saturday you have decided that you don't really want to 
go through with it. that you really do not want a good spanking and 
stuff... Well, then we'll just forget about it. Is that fair?"

"Yes miss," said Tad relishing the very thought that his beautiful, 
blond, five foot tall, baby sister was going to master him and punish 
him. If she could only see the raging hard-on he had at that moment. 
Well, maybe she would on Saturday. He wondered if she would strip him 
naked like uncle James, or if he was going to get it with his clothes 
still on. He'd just have to wait to find out. He was not going to make 
any conditions, after all it was he that was going to be on the 
business end of that hairbrush or whatever; he'd have no rights.

******

Julia was intrigued by it all. She wondered how she was going to do it. 
They really hadn't seen that much of Uncle James' spanking. She 
wondered what her aunts would say, think if they knew what she and her 
brother had seen. It had been two days since Tad and herself had talked 
about what would happen on Saturday, and neither of them had mentioned 
it to the other since. But the looks between them spoke volumes. There 
was definitely an anticipation. Yes, she did indeed find that she was 
intrigued by it all. She made a decision.

******

"Hi Aunt Jenny," said Julia. "Could I talk to you?"

"Sure Julia. What's on your mind?"

"Aunt Julia, I have a little confession to make. I hope you won't be 
mad."

"Of course not honey. What is it? What's the big confession?"

Well -- you know how you and Aunt Jane were nice enough to let Tad and 
me use the pool whenever we wanted?"

"No problem honey. Just be careful. Besides our home is your home. 
Your's and Tad's.

"Thanks Aunt Jen, but it is something else. I need advice."

Now Jenny Bartlett was paying attention. It was time for any number of 
things in the life of a twelve-year- old girl, and one of those was the 
first menstrual cycle. "Anything baby. Just ask."

"Well okay. Well, Tad and I used the pool the other night; it was 
Tuesday. Well, and we heard stuff. And well, we followed the sound. 
Well, we saw you spanking Uncle James."

Jenny felt weak in the knees. "Oh."

"Please don't be mad Aunt Jenny. We didn't know what the noise was. We 
didn't mean to spy on you."

She was being apologetic Jenny realized. "And what must you have 
thought," said Jenny trying to put the best face on the disclosure and 
not knowing how.

"Oh, we didn't think anything Aunt Jenny. Really we didn't. I mean we 
didn't think anything bad. I guess we thought Uncle James must have 
been naughty or something for you to have to spank him. I don't know."

Jenny had to think fast. "I see. Well, you were right. Sometimes people 
are naughty, even adults, and they need to be punished for their 
misdeeds. Can you understand that?"

"Sure," said Julia relieved that she was getting listened to. "And 
that's my problem Aunt Jenny. Tad saw it too, as I said, and he thinks 
he would like for me to punish him like you punished Uncle James. He 
said he was actually jealous of Uncle James."

Jenny was flabbergasted but didn't show it. She was feeling her way 
with the precocious preteen. "Jealous?"

"Yes, Aunt Jenny, he thinks you are very beautiful. He wanted to ask 
you to punish him like you did uncle James, but he was scared. He asked 
me instead. He thinks I'm beautiful too."

"Well, he's right about your being pretty. But has he done something 
bad. I mean something he should be punished for?"

"No, not really. For 
some reason he says it makes him feel funny; he just wants to be 
spanked, just like uncle James. I guess my question is, do you think it 
would be all right for me to spank him? I mean I don't want to hurt him 
or anything, but he does so seem to want me to train him and punish 
him."

"I see. Well, I'm glad you came to me first. Let's see. Yes, it is okay 
for you to spank him, but do you even know how?"

"No."

"Okay, well, does Tad know you've talked to me?"

"No. He doesn't. I don't think he would like it. He'd be embarrassed."

"Well, that is part of it actually. If you are going to train him -- 
and I think it is a very good idea; boys need to be taught when they 
are young to obey their women -- then he is going to have to put up 
with any embarrassment that you want him to put up with. That is what I 
have done with my husband, your Uncle James. I discipline him every 
once in a while just to let him know who's in charge."

"Could you tell me how to do it, Aunt Jenny? I sure would appreciate 
it."

"Sure. I guess I could do that. When do you plan to do him."

"This Saturday."

"I see."

For the next half-hour Jenny Bartlett instructed her niece in the fine 
art of female domination of the male. She almost envied her nephew, 
Tad. He did indeed have a beautiful and intelligent sister. If he was 
going to be trained by anyone, he could thank his lucky stars that it 
was his sister.

Julia for her part was stunned at all of the facts, methods, tools that 
could be related to disciplining the male ego and psyche. She had to 
think; she had to plan. Tad's first time being scientifically 
disciplined would be something that would set the tone for the future, 
as her aunt had told her. She had to be careful to use all of her 
charms and beauty to dominate the male in her charge. Now, she thought, 
it was definitely going to be fun. She was glad she had had the nerve 
to talk to her aunt. She wondered if she would tell her uncle; he'd be 
embarrassed if she did. She smiled at that.

Only one thing kind of bothered Julia now. Her aunt had told her that 
she must strip him naked for his punishment. She also told her to take 
off his shirt and bind his hands tightly first, or problems might occur 
she could not handle. She had also told her what to expect in terms of 
a physical reaction from her brother and not to worry about it. She had 
told her too that it was up to her if she wanted to touch him or not. 
Since she was punishing him, it was up to her what she did with him. 
Jenny had also advised her not to let Tad tell her what to do. Once his 
hands were bound she was to tell him not to talk, and if he did to 
stuff his mouth with a pair of her panties. She must not show him mercy 
or kindness while he was being disciplined. Afterwards she was to coo 
over him and compliment him on how well he had done. Julia couldn't 
wait.

******

"She saw what!" Jane almost shouted.

"Calm down. It worked out rather well actually. She's going to spank 
her brother, and what's more I told her how to do it."

"Sweet mother of mercy! You're not worried?"

"No. Not at all. She's a very intelligent girl. She seems to get it. 
And Tad, well, Tad is a hot little firecracker. He's already so pussy-
whipped that he will do anything to please his sister. I think that 
this is going to work out fine if we don't force any issues. Even 
James' sex change is not going to be a problem if we play our cards 
right."

"Are you going to tell James that the kids have seen him being spanked 
in the altogether?"

"Probably, but not yet. I just don't want to deal with it. I already 
have to get used to his having a genuine pussy to fuck. The meeting 
with Dr. Jackson was just the first step there. James is going to be 
having several meeting with Dr. Gentry, who will do the surgery as you 
know, but that is down the line quite a piece. In any event, the kids 
are into to their own thing, and I think that it will facilitate our 
explanation of what is going to happen to James; at least I hope so."

"I hope so too. But, you really think she is mature enough to handle a 
man-boy like Tad. I mean he is pretty big for his age. He's already 
over 175 pounds, and he is at least five-ten. I mean she's so small and 
everything."

"Yes, from what I have gathered, he is utterly pussy-whipped. He will 
be like putty in her hands."

"And he doesn't know that we know?"

"No. Not unless Julia has told him, and I don't think she will, at 
least not yet, not until after his first time with her. He's going to 
get his first taste of the switch before he knows anything except that 
Julia is going to be his boss."

"Well, he's a lucky guy that's all I can say."

"That's for sure. I just wonder what Julia is going to let him do, 
after she spanks him. I am kind of concerned that she might let him 
have her. I don't think she's ready for that yet."

"Yes. You're right. Do you think we ought to be there? I mean without 
them knowing it; just in case?"

"Umm, no, I don't think so. Too risky. Let them have their first time 
together alone."

******

The planned for shopping safari to the giant mall in downtown San 
Francisco got underway with only the adults going. The excuse for Tad 
and Julia was a television concert by their favorite rock star. "They 
just couldn't not see that."

A soon as the adults had left, Tad had to go to the bathroom. Julia 
went upstairs, but not to wait for Tad but to get ready. When Tad 
emerged from doing his duty, he expected to see Julia waiting for him; 
she wasn't. He went into the front room and clicked on the TV; his 
favorite rock group really was having a concert. Though he wasn't all 
that interested in it -- he had other things on his mind -- he figured 
he might as well catch some of it while he waited for his sister. The 
wait was lengthy.

About an hour and half passed before he heard her call him from the 
hallway. He clicked off the tube and went to answer her bidding. He 
found her in the kitchen; at least he found someone he "thought" was 
her. "Gawd, Julia, you look gorgeous!"

Julia was totally made up. Eye shadow, lipstick, mascara, the works. 
Her copious blond locks were tied back in a very teenage ponytail. She 
was wearing a black mini-sheath. Her two-inch heels helped to trust her 
very female butt out at an absolutely lascivious angle. The front of 
the sheath was low cut and revealed a definite cleavage between her "A" 
cup breasts.

"Julia, where did you get that dress?"

"It's Aunt Jenny's; she's about my size you know. You really think I 
look good in it?"

"Wonderful. Startling really."

"Well, thank you Tad. It is nice to know all of my work didn't go for 
nothing." It was all Julia could do to keep from giggling.

Julia crooked her finger, and motioned her brother to follow her into 
the living room. He didn't need to be beckoned twice. "Stand over there 
in the middle of the room Tad."

"Julia -- I..."

"Oh shut up, Tad. I know, you are worried and maybe even a little 
afraid. Don't worry; I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to spank 
you. Just like Uncle James got it -- well almost anyway."

"Huh?'

"Now, don't be silly. It is going to sting like crazy, but you'll 
survive, and you'll probably beg me for more tomorrow. Okay?"

"Uh huh."

"Good, now go stand over there like I told you or you're going to get 
extra."

He did as he was told. His eyes followed her as she approached him. She 
leisurely walked around him. It was obvious he was trying to hide the 
bulge in his pants. "Take off your shirt Tad, and don't talk any more 
unless I tell you to. Got it?"

"Yes, miss."

"Good, you haven't forgotten. But, I have decided that I want you to 
address me as miss Julia."

"Yes, miss Julia."

"Good. Yes, get that stinky shirt off," she ordered him as he pulled it 
over his head, and your shoes and socks too. She walked slowly around 
him one more time eyeing him and causing him to get very nervous.

For Tad it was thrilling, and a little scary, to be obeying his little 
sister's orders. He gathered all of the courage he could to not chicken 
out at the last second. He'd get through it, he told himself. God she 
was beautiful, he thought.

She went over to a small table and pulled something out from a drawer 
beneath its surface. When she turned, she could see that she had 
several lengths of rope in her small hand. He was a little less sure of 
himself now, and she could see it in his eyes.

She walked very sexily up to him, swaying slightly from side to side 
and caressed his cheek with her free hand. She smiled encouragingly at 
him. "Don't be frightened brother. Take your medicine like a good boy. 
Trust me; I'm both your punisher and your friend. You need this, and I 
want to give it to you. Okay?"

"Yes, miss Julia."

"Good. Now put your hands behind your back." He did as she ordered him. 
He could smell the muskiness of her perfume. He was completely hers. 
Whatever she wanted, she was going to get. His pain would be an 
offering he would make as some small payment for her allowing him to 
worship her beauty. He was completely pussy-whipped. She bound his 
hands very tightly; he winced.

"Don't complain now, Tad. It is punishment after all; it's supposed to 
be uncomfortable for you."

She walked around to his front and thrust her small breasts out at him, 
"You like my tits don't you Tad? You'd like to see them wouldn't you?"

She giggled as his faced turned an even darker shade of crimson. He 
just nodded his answer.

"Now Tad I am going to strip you naked. Please cooperate. I know it is 
going to be embarrassing, but that is part of it."

She reached slowly forward and began fumbling with the belt of his 
trousers. She got it open and proceeded to unbutton his fly. She pulled 
his pants down to his knees.

For his part Tad had a raging hard-on and it tented his underpants 
obscenely as he felt rather than saw her pull his jeans down. She stood 
up and smiled broadly at him. "Gee Tad, it seems you have a little 
problem doesn't it?"

She reached out and gave a very delicate upward tracing stroke to his 
still covered penis; it strained the bonds of his shorts trying to jump 
into her hand. She took hold of the waist band of his remaining garment 
and slowly peeled it down to his knees as well.

"Gee Tad, it is so big. Does that mean you think I'm sexy?"

She knew it did. She was only twelve, but she was not completely 
ignorant of what a boy's "thing" was for, and why it sometimes got big.

She knelt in front of him and pulled his pants and shorts down to his 
ankles and had him step out of them. Tad was completely naked now in 
front of the pretty girl that was his sister. His hands were bound 
tightly behind his back. He wondered what was next.

Julia went behind his back bent down and began tying his ankles 
together with another of the three pieces of rope she had collected 
from the drawer. Next she bound his knees together. He was helpless 
now. His fate was sealed. She walked around to his front once again.

"Is there anything you'd like to say, Tad, before I spank you?"

"No, miss Julia. I don't think so. But -- well -- maybe -- yes. I'm a 
little scared. I've never been spanked before, at least not that I 
remember. Is it going to hurt real bad?"

"'Fraid so Tad. It's going to sting real bad. Do I need to gag you? Or, 
do you think you can keep your crying down so I won't have to."

"Crying!"

"Yes. I expect you to cry. It's going to hurt a lot, Tad. An awful 
lot."

"Julia, maybe this isn't such a good idea..."

SLAP!

Julia's hand flashed across his face in a cruel slap. "You must 
remember, Tad, to call me miss Julia, or you will get extra. Now, can 
you remember that?"

"Yes, miss Julia. I apologize. I'm just so scared."

"I understand Tad. And it's natural. But now it's time."

She brought over the low chair she had selected. She had decided not to 
put Tad over her lap for this first spanking. It would be too hard to 
use the switches she'd gotten from the tree in the back yard. She 
placed the chair in front of Tad and directed him to bend over the back 
of it. Now she produced the dog collar she had purchased the day before 
and strapped it around his neck. She attached it to a chain that she 
wound around the base of the chair. Now the boy could not buck or 
straighten up no matter how much distress he was in. Julia stood back 
and admired her handiwork.

She moved around him and swayed sexily in her tight mini-sheath. She 
could see his penis stiff as a rod dangling in front of him. She ran 
her hands over her covered breasts and cooed; he was entranced. She 
picked the first of the green switches she had gotten and swished in 
the air. Oh, how it was going to sting.

Julia took up a position to his left side, raised her arm and lashed 
him hard across the center of his buttocks.

"Yeoooww!" came the scream resulting from her action.

"Uh-oh, Tad. I'm afraid I'm going to have to gag you. That was just too 
loud."

She had been prepared for this. She went to the couch and gathered a 
pair of her panties that she had pulled from the laundry.

"Tad these panties of mine are dirty, but just consider it part of your 
punishment."

With that she stuffed them into his mouth. She took a shoe-lace from 
one of his shoes and used it to bind it securely in place.

"There, that's better. Now you can scream all you want," she said.

She took up her position once again. Now she went after his buns with a 
vengeance. She lashed him without mercy. On about the twentieth spank 
the switch broke. Tad sagged against the chair glad of the respite. His 
body was taut with all of his senses screaming out for help. His voice, 
muffled by the panties, could barely be heard by his tormentor. She was 
ready again.

She continued to punish him without let up. He bounced on his toes. He 
wiggled. He wailed into his gag. Finally Julia, his merciless sister, 
relented. His penis was sunken back into his body, practically 
invisible to anyone bothering to look. His buttocks were crisscrossed 
with stripes from the switches.

Julia went and sat down for a few moments -- advice given to her by her 
aunt: "Leave him in his position for a few minutes while you have a 
chance to figure out how you will handle him when you untie his bonds."

Julia could see him straining to see her seated on the couch. She knew 
he was wondering what she would do to him next.

She arose and, walking over to him, stroked his steaming buttocks 
gently, almost lovingly. He breathed heavily and jerked involuntarily 
at her touch; it tickled.

"You did pretty good, Tad. I think you've earned a break. I won't 
punish you any more tonight. I'm going to untie you now, but I'm going 
to leave the collar on. You're my slave now, Tad. You are willing to be 
my slave; aren't you, Tad?"

She could see him nod. She also noticed that his body was convulsing 
with sobs. He was crying. Her big brother was crying. She unwound the 
chain which allowed him to stand. Next she released his ankles and 
hands and knees.

"Get on your knees in front of me, Tad. That's right," she said as he 
hastened to obey her.

"You look good there, Tad, kind of natural. But you sure are stinky. It 
must be the sweat. Hey, that's a good name for you. From now on I am 
going to call you Stinky. Do you mind? I mean, you are my slave, but I 
do so want you to be my willing slave."

"Yes, miss Julia. I would like to please you by using the name Stinky 
from now on."

"Oh, good," said Julia with obvious delight. "I'll be a good owner to 
you, Tad, I promise. Would you like to touch my breasts? I know that 
boys like to do that sometimes."

"Oh yes, miss Julia, I would!"

"I knew it. Go ahead. Just be a little bit careful."

Tad reached forward and placed a hand on each of his sister's small 
breasts. He gently stroked them, and then cupped them in his hands. 
Julia just watched, smiling the whole time as Tad got a thrill to 
partly compensate him for all of his suffering.

******

"You know I have a date with Mel tonight. You said you had no 
objection," said James.

"I remember," said Jenny. "It's okay. Jane and I are going out 
ourselves. We might not be home until late. How about you and Mel?"

"Better not be too late," quipped Jane. "You've got a big date tomorrow 
with Dr. Gentry as I recall."

"True. No, I won't be home too late. Midnight, 1:00 A.M. at the latest. 
I do want to be in good shape for the first stage of my 
transformation."

"No big deal," said Jenny, " just a monster cocktail of estrogen. 
You'll be getting your tits back only this time you'll be keeping them. 
I think it's about time we told the kids. I think it will go okay, but 
can't be sure; it's kind of a major item to be dropping on twelve and 
fourteen-year-olds."

"From what you said, it may not be all that big a deal to these 
particular kids," said James. "Anyway, they're going to find out sooner 
or later. Can't keep it from them forever can we?"

"Not to change the subject, but you haven't bought many clothes James," 
said Jane. "Holding out for a girly shower?"

James had to laugh at that. He'd like to have had a coming-out shower, 
but he knew he wasn't going to get one.

"No, Jane. Just waiting to see how big I am going to get up front 
before I spend too much money on stuff that won't fit. I mean a year 
and a half ago Jenny made sure that I never got any bigger than a B' 
cup, but Dr. Gentry told me last time I spoke with her that I was sure 
to be a C' if I followed her instructions. I intend to be a good little 
girl and follow her instructions to the letter."

"I see. Trying to make us jealous are you," said the two B-cuppers in 
front of him.

"Hardly. It'll be all I can do to keep up with two crowd stoppers like 
you. I just hope you'll share some of your boy friends."

"How about girl friends, Jacquelyn?"

"Umm. Yes, them too -- if they have big butts and tits to get lost in"

"So! You do prefer big hooters! You lying dog," laughed Jenny.

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant! I just meant -- oh -- I don't 
know what I meant," said James wishing he could learn to think before 
he opened his yap.

"Never mind lover. I know you love me," said Jenny. "I was just teasing 
you."

"Well, we best get going if we're going to go," said Jane. "Is Mel 
going to pick you up here?"

"Yes. At the Red Carpet Room," said James, referring to the main 
restaurant-cum-bar in the giant mall.

"Good," said Jenny. "Then we'll be going. And remember, Jane and I will 
want a blow by blow when you get back.

"Yes," said Jane. "I want to know just exactly how far he shoves it up 
your bum, and how deep you take it down your throat."

"Of course," said James flippantly. "Don't I always tell you 
everything."

"Okay. Toodles," said Jenny, as she and Jane exited arm in arm 
laughing.

James seeing them head off, headed off himself, for his rendezvous with 
his lover.

******

Mel was already waiting at the bar. To James, who was anxious to make 
the connection for the evening, he looked especially good in his blue 
pinstriped suit. It made him excited to just think of the man taking 
him to the car and holding the car door for him. Hell, he thought, he 
was already thinking like a woman -- Mel's woman.

"Hi."

"Hi back atcha -- Jacquelyn."

"Right on Mel. Beginning tomorrow. Can't wait. You know I've been 
thinking. I mean -- you've always been a regular gay. My becoming a 
complete woman won't turn you off to me will it? Gawd, I'd hate that."

"No, Jacquelyn, it won't change a thing. That is, of course, except for 
the fact that I will have another hole to fuck."

James had to smile at that. He was so happy. He had the greatest wife 
on Earth. He was going to have the greatest, de facto, husband too. 
Nobody had right to be this happy.

"For sure." James leaned over toward his significant other and lightly 
kissed him on the lips. "There, I hope that holds you until you can 
hold me naked. Like in minutes if you get my drift."

"Let's get the fuck out of here," said Mel, with a sudden tone of 
urgency in his voice. "I'm going to do you six different ways tonight."

"Promises, promises."

"Promises? It's a dead mortal fact! Depend on it."

"Okay..." said James as the bigger man practically pulled him off of 
the stool.

*******

"You know miss Julia, school starts in just a month and a half; and we 
don't know anybody from around here."

"So? We'll meet kids when the time comes. Why the worry?"

"Well," said Tad. "It's just that -- well, will I have to keep wearing 
this collar even when I go to school."

"Yes."

"But miss Julia, everybody is going to laugh at me. You too probably if 
they figure out that I am your slave."

"Umm. Maybe. I don't care. You can just pretend to be a punker. They 
all wear that kind of stuff. It won't be a problem after they get used 
to it. Besides, aunt Jenny said that you looked good in your collar. 
And I like you in it. Remember it's me you've got to please."

"Yes, I know," said Tad wistfully. "Aunt Jane even wanted you to attach 
a leash and lead me around with it. I thank you that you didn't take 
her up on that!"

"Don't thank me too soon. I still might. Especially if you don't 
behave. I only hesitated because I didn't want to get into the habit of 
doing something that I might not be able to keep up with. I mean it 
might be inconvenient for me to have to fool with it, so I am holding 
back only for that reason, or you might have already found yourself 
attached to that leash."

Tad withered under her scolding glance and said nothing. He really 
didn't want to be tethered. The collar was bad enough. His aunts had 
laughed at him till their sides nearly split. His humiliation was 
total. He was his sister's property, and his aunts thought it would 
actually be good for him. It turned him on, but the embarrassment was 
almost too much.

"You know," said Julia, "we do have to think some about how this is 
going to play out at the school. Now that our aunts know everything..."

"Yeah, thanks a million for that Julia. You promised you wouldn't 
tell."

"Did not," said Julia petulantly. "Anyway, how would you have explained 
the collar if I hadn't told them."

"Like I was a punk rocker," said Tad sardonically. "Anyway, not to 
change the subject, what do you think of Uncle James having that sex 
change that aunt Jane told us about?"

"Weird. But then it's weird having my big brother wearing a slave 
collar. Actually it might be fun. Anyway, we'll see soon enough. Aunt 
Jenny says he will grow breasts very quickly."

"I wonder how he'll look with tits?" said Tad half to himself.

"Umm. Don't know. Maybe pretty good. He has such long hair, and he 
really looks kinda like a girl anyway; dontcha think," said the twelve-
year-old with knitted brow.

******

After leaving the mall, James and Mel made record time to Mel's house. 
While James went to the bathroom to ready himself for the evening -- 
playing the female role had become second nature to him -- Mel fixed 
drinks for the two of them. Emerging from the bathroom, James had done 
his hair back into a female ponytail and had donned a slip that he had 
brought along in the knapsack he carried. He had put on lipstick and a 
coating of other make up essentials and wore his favorite scent, Chic. 
His penis was locked down. He had done it to himself this time. He 
wanted to be the perfect female for his love. He lounged out on the 
divan and waited.

Mel, having fixed the drinks and cleaned himself up some in the 
downstairs bathroom, came into the front room and saw his night's fun 
sitting sexily on the couch.

"You look very pretty tonight Jacquelyn," said Mel.

"Thank You, Mel. A girl needs to hear things like that. You look good 
to me too."

"I'm glad. I want you to want me tonight."

"I do. Have no fear of that."

Mel set the drinks down, leaned over, and kissed Jacquelyn fervently. 
"Would you like to have a drink first," he asked gallantly.

"Well, that's what you brought them in here for isn't it. I mean you 
want me a little bit tipsy before you take me; isn't that that the 
idea?"

"Well, not exactly, but sort of too I guess."

"Well then, get me tipsy and get on with it," said Jacquelyn 
coquettishly.

Mel passed her the drink he new she wanted. Taking his own he toasted 
her silently, and drank deeply. Jacquelyn for her part sipped her drink 
like any well mannered lady would.

After a few silent minutes of sipping and looking each other over, Mel 
put his drink down and moved to sit nearer his date. Putting his arm 
around her, he kissed her ear and let his left hand fall to her knee. 
There was something deeply sexual about a girl in a slip. And 
Jacquelyn-cum-James looked very, very good in a slip, especially a 
short red one like the one she had on tonight; Mel almost hated to take 
it off of her.

Jacquelyn felt the man's hand begin to inch its way up her leg. Oh so 
slowly, she was aware of the sensation of being violated. It took 
minutes, but Mel's hand finally reached her secret place and cupped his 
lover's scrotum and its imprisoned penis.

"Umm," intoned Mel. Your not going to get any release tonight are you?"

"No sir. Not the kind you mean anyway. I do hope to get a really 
thorough screwing though." Jacquelyn reached down to the crotch of 
Mel's pants and felt the huge pole that was going to impale her very 
shortly. "You did say a half a dozen positions; I think it was?"

"I certainly did. Be a good girl now. Get on your knees and undo my 
pants."

Jacquelyn hastened to do his bidding. "Uh oh! I think it is grown some 
in the past few moments," said Jacquelyn impishly. "I think I'm going 
to get it good tonight."

Mel only smiled his response. As Jacquelyn undid his belt, unbuttoned 
his fly, and stroked his penis through the material of his underpants; 
he took the time to stroke her hair and caress her cheeks lovingly; he 
really did love this man who was about to become a woman; and who this 
night would be a woman to him. God he-she was sexy. Jacquelyn freed his 
penis from its restraint and lightly massaged it with both hands being 
careful not to neglect her lover's scrotum. She licked it from the 
bottom up several times before inserting it in her mouth and beginning 
to suck on it. Mel nearly fainted from the sensation.

The big man pulled her to him, kissed her, and pushed her back on the 
couch. He looked down at the girl he was about to take, to use. She 
smiled back at him wanting him to take her. Surrender, was a female 
prerogative and Jacquelyn was surrendering herself to the man. God how 
she wanted him to fuck her. She got her wish.

Mel pushed Jacquelyn's legs back until her ankles were next to her 
ears. He pressed his cock against her hole and leaned forward. 
Jacquelyn gasped, but spread herself a little wider to accommodate her 
conqueror. He was in her now and pushing his thing to the hilt. He 
began to screw her. The action of his penis moving back and forth hurt 
but hurt good. Mel pulled out of her.

With a very rough move, Mel flipped his girl over and pulled her 
buttocks up to meet his assault from the rear. Already prepared, 
Jacquelyn took him easily into her. He began screwing her again. This 
time the motion was a little more animalistic. He grunted and groaned 
as he fought not to come. Finally, Jacquelyn felt him explode inside of 
her. She felt the glorious heat of his sperm bathing her insides. He 
fell forward onto her back utterly spent.

Mel fucked his girl three separate times and in the six different 
positions he had promised her earlier. Jacquelyn was a ruin of 
femininity and loving every minute of it. She cooed over him when he 
collapsed against her physically drained.

******

"You know Jen, Mel hasn't called in a month. Jacquelyn is fit to be 
tied. Swears she won't call him. What do you think: good or bad?"

"Not bad -- yet. But curious. Jacquelyn said that their recent liaisons 
have been fantastic. Can't figure why he hasn't called."

"I can."

"Really?"

"Yes. He knows his love is going to be a real woman real soon now, and 
he has never been anything but gay. I think he is NOT in favor of the 
change."

"I asked Jackie about that possibility, but she says she had covered 
that with him."

"Maybe. But that doesn't mean he couldn't have had second thoughts."

"Well, if he thinks he's got problems, just what in the hell does he or 
anybody think it is like for me, knowing my husband wants to be a 
girl?"

"Don't know. I think Mel may be having a case of the male selfishness 
syndrome."

"Hmmm. Well if he is, then good riddance!" said Jenny. "Anyway, it 
doesn't matter much what he thinks. Tomorrow is the day."

"I guess it is," said Jane giggling. "I..." Just as Jane was about to 
make a comment, Julia came through the doorway with knitted brows.

"Aunt Jenny, there is a phone call for you; it's a man."

"Okay sweets," said Jenny. Jenny disappeared into the hallway. Julia 
just took seat across from Jane.

"Has Stinky been behaving himself?" asked her red-headed aunt.

"Yes, Aunt Jane. He knows better than to be bad. I paddle him once a 
week anyway just to keep him in line. He never objects. He likes being 
my slave. And I like owning him. Kinda worried about school though. Do 
you think I should call him Stinky there, and make him wear his 
collar?"

"Yes, I do. But we'll talk it over with your Aunt Jenny before we make 
a final decision. Is that okay with you?"

"Uh huh. I sure am glad you and Aunt Jenny are so understanding, Aunt 
Jane."

"Thanks honey. We try to be. You be sure to come to us, either of us, 
if you have any questions or problems."

"Okay.

"Where's Stinky now by the way?"

"I let him watch TV. He's in his room. I think he plays with himself 
sometimes when he watches TV. I've caught him with his pants down a 
couple of times for no reason. But I haven't actually seen him do 
anything nasty yet."

"Umm, I see. Maybe we can do something about that. I'll look into 
it..."

"That was Mel," said Jenny marching into the room and plopping herself 
down into a chair.

"Mel! Well what?" asked Jane not unreasonably.

"Well what' is right," said Jenny angrily. "He's in jail."

"He's what!" stormed Jane now also upset.

"Wait'll you hear why."

"Well?"

"He tried to hire a male prostitute. Only the male prostitute was a 
cop."

"My gawd! Jacquelyn will kill him."

"She should."

"So, that's why there has been no calls. He didn't want Jackie to find 
out."

"I guess. He wants us to bail him out. He doesn't have the money, and 
he is to be sentenced next week. It seems he can get out for the next 
few days if he can raise the bail. I told him I'd let him know."

"What could he get? I mean what sentence."

"His lawyer told him he might get a year. Minimum security, but a year 
nonetheless. It seems the local law wants to make an example of 
somebody, and as luck would have it, Mel is it."

"No shit!" said Jane with incredulity dripping from the belipsticked 
orifice in the center of her face.

Right at that moment Jacquelyn entered holding a peach and slobbering 
the juice of same all over herself. "What's up?" she said looking at 
Jane who last words he had heard.

"Uh..." was all Jane could manage. She looked over at Julia wondering 
what she was thinking. She looked at back at Jackie. Finally Jenny 
spoke up.

"Jackie, you'd better sit down."

Jacquelyn looked at her wife. "It's Mel isn't it?" he said realizing at 
least part of what was going on.

"He's in jail. A cop got him in a sting. Said he tried to buy sex from 
him."

"Huh?"

******

James a.k.a. Jacquelyn wore a rut in the kitchen floor pacing back and 
forth. He couldn't believe it. Not only had Mel betrayed him, he wanted 
him to bail him out as well. He went from rage to sick disappointment 
to grudging acceptance -- that is, until Jenny stepped in.

"Okay, James," she said purposely using his male name. "It's not as if 
any one of us is perfect including Mel. It was a sting. Maybe you'd 
have tripped up in similar circumstances. Who knows? James, I'm your 
wife. I know what's best for you. Mel's not a bad guy; he's just a guy; 
he has to be trained. Just as I trained - - I might say over-trained -- 
you."

"You've been wonderful Jen. I am the luckiest person in the world. But 
I am in lust with Mel too. This -- this -- thing really rankles."

"Well, it should rankle, James," said Jane. "And Julia, do you 
understand any of what's going on?"

Julia had heretofore been pretty much ignored, but Jane, who watched 
out for her the most, had not lost sight of the fact that she was 
hearing all of it. She could have been sent out, but the hypocrisy of a 
move like that was not in either Jane or Jenny.

"Uh huh. Uncle James is gay or bi or something, right?"

"Uh -- yes. That's pretty much it, Julia. Does that upset you?" said 
Jenny.

"No, I don't think so. I mean I know that he is going to get to be a 
girl. Girls have boyfriends. I'm not really sure why Uncle James wants 
to be a girl, but I like being a girl. Maybe he thinks it's better?"

"He does," said Jenny, "and he's right; it is better."

"I'm glad it doesn't bother you," said James, "I value your friendship. 
I don't want you to not like me. I mean when I'm a girl."

"When is that going to be Uncle James?"

"Well, I've already started, but it'll be a year before I am completely 
--uh -- changed."

"Will you have big boobs?"

"Huh? Uh -- I guess. I mean the doctor said they'd be pretty big," said 
James feeling a trifle embarrassed by the girl's questions.

"That's enough James. You're forgetting Mel. I'll leave it up to you. 
Do we help Mel or not?"

James Bartlet thought about it for a moment as he resumed his pacing of 
the floor. "Yes, if only so I can kill him when he's out."

******

The meeting of James and Mel after the latter's release on bail was 
strained. They talked it out over the next few days and James decided 
to forgive the man who was his lover. Human frailty sank him not a lack 
of feeling for James, and James knew it. James' anger had given way to 
sympathy for the lover who was about to be severely punished for his 
sin.

******

"Mel Patton, Please rise and hear the sentence of this court," intoned 
the judge. Mel did so. "Mr. Patton, you are hereby sentenced to one 
year in state prison at Wayfair Honor Farm; sentence to commence 
immediately..."

The judge droned on for another minute or so. James sat stunned. Mel 
felt sorry for him. He knew he could do the time. He was not so sure 
about James. James would be a girl when he got out. He hoped he'd still 
be a virgin, but he knew if he wasn't it was his own fault for getting 
sent away. Mel felt guilty that he would not be there for James when 
the time came for his operation -- that was the worst of it.

The parting, as Mel was led out in handcuffs, was tearful. James 
embraced his friend and promised to visit every month as allowed at 
Wayfair.

Jane and Jenny had to help James from the courtroom. There would be 
nights of soul searching in the weeks and months ahead as James awaited 
his date with the surgeon, and almost simultaneously, Mel's release.

The long ride home was silent. No one could think of anything to say. 
Mel would serve his sentence and be released. There was hope, if not 
joy, among the little group.

******

Neither Julia nor Tad had been allowed to go to the court sentencing. 
At home Tad knelt before his owner and did her toe nails. He had become 
very proficient at assisting Julia in the little things that, for her, 
made having a slave worthwhile.

"Very good Stinky. I like the way you did them today. You may feel my 
breasts as a reward."

Tad was like a puppy dog. He panted after his sister hoping to please 
her enough to get to feel her boobs. His already rock hard penis never 
failed to grow even larger and harder when she so thrilled him. "Okay, 
that's enough for now. You've had your reward. Tomorrow's school. Have 
you gotten everything ready for us bags, lunches, coats and stuff?"

"Yes, miss Julia. Miss Julia can I ask you a question?"

"Yes Stinky. What is it?"

"Do I really have to wear the collar?"

"Yes. I have already told you that. I'm going to give you extra now 
this Saturday for bugging me about it. Yes indeed. You're going to do a 
real dance for that one."

"But I..."

"Don't but me. You're going to get it, so get used to the idea."

"Yes, miss Julia," said the boy wanting to kick himself for ticking her 
off. She was going to really do him and he knew it. Damn, damn, damn 
why did he have to open his stupid mouth. He could feel the hair-brush 
already and it didn't feel good.

******

Jane and Jenny together drove the kids to school the next day. The 
junior and senior high were on the same campus at Central. With a total 
enrollment of 507, morning class break and lunch hour were taken 
together. It took their fellow students about eleven seconds to notice 
the collar around Tad's neck. He told everybody he'd gotten into punk 
rock and that the collar was part of the act. A few believed him. 
Others were less gullible. But, Julia had been right, by the end of the 
day, no one was paying any special attention to him; that is, nobody 
but one person.

"Tad, I'd like to see you after last period today for a few minutes 
please."

"Yes, Miss Larkin; but how come?"

"Just come by. I need to talk with you for a few minutes."

"But I have to go home with my sister at 3:15."

School's out at 3:00. We'll have time. Just don't be late.

"Yes, ma'am."

The pretty twenty-two-year-old first year teacher marched off to her 
next class leaving Tad to wonder if he'd already gotten into trouble. 
He told himself no because Miss Larkin only wanted to see him for a few 
minutes. The last period of the day went fast. He found himself outside 
of Rm. 213 knocking on the door just as Julia walked up.

******

"Come in," said the female voice from within.

"Miss Larkin? You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Tad. Is that your sister? She can come in. It's all right."

Tad gazed at the petit brunette. Long hair, long lashes, deep red lips, 
a short but not too short green skirt with a white sleeveless blouse; 
she was drop dead gorgeous he thought.

"Have a seat kids. Tad I have to ask you. That collar you're wearing -- 
why?"

"Oh I'm into punk rock Miss Larkin..."

"Really," she interrupted. "What's your favorite group?"

Julia could see Tad was going to hesitate; she broke in. "The Toros, 
Miss Larkin."

"And what is your name?"

"I'm Julia."

"Got any other favorite groups?"

"Uh -- well -- see -- we've just started getting into the punk scene, 
Miss Larkin."

The teacher already knew better. She smiled at the two uncomfortable 
teens. "And how old are you two?"

"I'm fifteen and Julia is thirteen, Miss Larkin," said Tad.

The older female continued to smile. "You're not into punk rock at all 
are You?" she said challenging them. "You two have something else 
going. Is it together, or are you just covering for Tad, Julia?" she 
asked looking at the eighth grader. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to 
bite or spread tales about you."

For once in her young life Julia was unsure of herself. Tad took up the 
slack. He decided to fess up. He didn't know why, but he trusted this 
beautiful teacher, first day of class or not.

"No ma'am. We're not into the punk thing. It was just a way to explain 
the collar."

"Well then, can I ask? Why the collar?"

The siblings looked at each other. Julia spoke. He's my servant, Miss 
Larkin," she said sheepishly. "I'm training him to be good."

"And does he need the training?"

"Yes, ma'am. And he wants it."

"I see. Do you like being your sister's servant Tad?"

"I guess so ma'am. I mean sure. Except sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"Uh huh."

"How so?"

"She spanks me ma'am. I mean I deserve it. But it stings like the 
dickens."

"Ummm. Well, I think you're a lucky boy, Tad. I mean it's not every boy 
whose sister cares enough to discipline him."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And you Julia, do you like disciplining your brother?"

"Yes, ma'am. I mean it was strange at first -- I mean my spanking him, 
but I have gotten used to it. I tan his behind good now when he needs 
it."

"And when does he need it, exactly?"

"He comes and tells me when he's been naughty, and then I take care of 
his punishment as soon as I can; I use a hairbrush mostly."

"Interesting. And what do your parents think about all of this?"

"Our 
aunts. Our parents are having a hard time, so they sent us to live with 
our aunts. They think kinda like you do. I mean that Tad is lucky to 
get a chance to be trained. They advise me sometimes."

"Uh huh. I see. Well, I think you have a good thing going, so I won't 
say anything to anybody. You see I think that boys, and men as well, 
need discipline from time to time. I even spank my husband when he's 
been naughty. He doesn't like it much, but he knows it's for his own 
good."

"Geee..." said the teens in unison.

"Yes. The truth is he gets it almost every Saturday. I do him on 
Saturday so his buttocks have a chance to get well before he has to go 
to work on Monday. He's pretty sore for a while after his behind has 
been tanned as you call it."

"Really! On Saturday? That's when I usually spank Stinky, I mean Tad."

"Stinky?"

"Yes, ma'am that's the name I gave him when he became my -- well -- my 
slave."

"I see. Well from now on, Stinky, I'm going to be watching to see if 
your sister's discipline is helping you to behave as well as I think it 
will."

"Yes, ma'am," said a red-faced teenage boy.

"We got the idea when we accidentally saw my Uncle James being spanked 
by Aunt Jenny. His toes really danced on the floor bouncing all around, 
or at least he tried to, but aunt Jenny paddled him good, and then she 
made him stand in the corner naked."

Now it was Miss Larkin's turn to be nonplused. "You saw all of this?"

"Yes, we didn't mean to spy, but we heard noise and went to see. That's 
when we saw uncle James getting it through the window. The noise we 
heard was his crying and begging to be let off."

"And did your aunt let him off?"

"No ma'am! She gave it to him good."

"Well, good for her. More of us women have to take our men in hand, and 
teach them how to behave."

"Yes ma'am. That's what I think too now," said Julia.

"Yes. Yes indeed. Well, that's all I have for you kids. You can run 
along now. And Stinky..."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"You behave yourself and do what your sister tells you to do."

"Yes ma'am."

It would have been an exaggeration to say that Miss Larkin licked her 
chops after the children left, but she was most definitely intrigued by 
the meeting. She would speak to them again, she told herself. Yes, that 
was for sure; she would speak to them again.

******

"Well twenty-seven more days and Mel will get out," said Jenny holding 
her husband's hand to give him courage.

"Yes, it's been on my mind. But I have tried to focus on what's going 
to happen tomorrow to the exclusion of everything else and it's hard."

"I know hon. But everything is going good. You got "C" cup breasts now 
-- bigger than mine for goodness sakes. Your hips have spread 
beautifully. Your skin is softer and almost flawless in texture..."

"What do you mean 'almost'?" said the patient.

"Okay. Okay. Perfect then. Anyway, no regrets?"

"No. It's a big deal of course, but I want to be a woman, and now I 
will be. Truth is, I can't wait."

"Well, after tomorrow hon you will be a woman forever. It's going to be 
interesting for sure. Everyone is going to be there when you go into 
recovery after the operation."

"I appreciate that," said James -- as James -- for what was to be one 
of the last times.

******

Well, Jacquelyn, today's the day," said Dr. Gentry smiling. "It's been 
a long road for you. How do you feel about it now that it's so close?"

"Like I wish it was already over. The waiting is killing me."

"Okay then. No need to wait any longer. The operation, as you have been 
told, though fairly lengthy, will be relatively simple. You will be 
castrated, and then in-folded creating a functional vagina that will be 
yours forever; you'll even have a clit," she added impishly. "You'll 
enjoy that. Make sure your lover knows what it's for."

"Yes, doctor; I will. Will I be out; I mean unconscious?"

"Yes. It is too long an operation for you to remain still for the 
duration, so I am afraid that once we begin, you will have to be 
under."

James sighed. "You'd think that losing equipment one has had all of his 
or her life that he or she would at least be able to see it on its 
way."

"Can't be."

"I know."

******

James spent the first hour of the "big" day being prepped by a very 
pretty nurse. She shaved his pubic area carefully and completely. Not a 
hair remained when she was done. His now tiny penis, shrunken by 
injections of hormones administered over the previous twelve and a half 
months, could not even rise to the occasion. The nurse kept up a steady 
banter of female type talk the whole time; he was glad of that; it made 
him feel girlish.

James was wheeled into the operating room fully conscious and looked 
around. He hadn't seen many such places in his life -- except on TV, 
but he was not especially surprised by what he saw.

There was an operating table with female stirrups for his feet. He 
would be spread wide while they castrated him and made the incisions. 
The interesting part for James was the fact that he seemed to have no 
misgivings. He was just glad it would all be over today. The last thing 
he remembered was the female anesthetist smiling down at him and 
telling him to relax. He did, and then it was night.

******

Jacquelyn awoke to low elevator music in his private room. Jenny had 
seen to the first-class accommodations. She felt that her new "sister" 
deserved only the best. She saw to it that she got it.

Jacquelyn rubbed her eyes. Consciousness came flooding in now. She took 
a deep breath. She raised her head and looked down toward her pubis. 
The sheet denied him a view. The nurse that had prepped him came in.

"Hi. I see we're awake," she said cheerily.

"Yes. I guess. I..."

"Yes, I know," she interrupted, "you want to see. Can you wait a few 
minutes longer? Dr. Gentry wants to be here for that part. It'll just 
be a few minutes."

"Oh. Okay. A few minutes? Okay."

Seven minutes later Dr. Gentry did appear smiling broadly. "How is our 
girl today," she asked.

"Fine doctor. I'm anxious to see though."

"I'll bet. But, before we do the unveiling, I need to mention a few 
things. First of all," she continued..."

Jacquelyn heard it all but was impatient. She knew she'd be swollen. 
She knew there were unsightly stitches that would soon be removed or 
dissolved. She had been told all of it long before the operation took 
place. She just wanted to get on with it.

"So," said the doctor, "Now it's time."

She stood, pulled the sheet down and exposed his naked body. His 
breasts stood straight out and firm obscuring his view; the doctor 
produced a mirror.

She could make out the trace of her new slit. It did not even occur to 
her that something was missing that had been there for her entire life 
to that point. The spot looked battered and bruised.

"Gawd," said the new girl, "It looks awful."

"Ummm, not really. And it will heal very cleanly; I've seen to that. A 
few weeks and you'll be hunting down boys to screw you," she said 
laughing now. "Yes indeed, you're going to be one beautiful chickee."

Jacquelyn relaxed. Mel would be out by the time she was ready to be 
had. She smiled inwardly.

"When can I go home doctor?" she asked.

"Well, you could go home today, but tomorrow would be better. Don't 
want an infection do we?"

******

Jacquelyn looked at herself in the mirror. Long brown hair. Her lips 
were painted a deep red. Her make-up gave her face a porcelain smooth 
but very clean and natural look. Her eyebrows had been recently plucked 
and trimmed, Her breasts jutted out proudly. Her butt was broad and 
protruded in a very sensual manner. God, she liked the look of her 
butt. The waist was narrower now too. The yellow sundress; the one she 
had always loved the most; gave her a carefree appearance meant to 
strike dead from desire any male she met. The picture of femininity. 
She was also as horny as she had ever been. She hoped some of the 
horniness would wear off a little; hell, she be a whore in short order 
if it didn't.

Jacquelyn had healed now. Dr. Gentry hadn't lied. It was impossible to 
tell that she had ever been a man. She'd even dropped by a few 
discotheques to test the water, but her female dancing skills were near 
zero, and so she stopped going. She was getting open-mouthed looks 
though all of the time wherever she went. And she thought that she had 
caught Tad eyeing her in very unfamily like way more than once. Well, 
why not she thought; she was pretty. If it turned Tad on to look at her 
maybe she'd give him an eye full. God, how she loved being a girl.

Tad was coming around the corner to the house when he saw her through 
the window. His old uncle, now aunt, was stunning; and he, Tad Wells, 
was still a virgin. God how he wanted to stick his penis up the pretty 
little thing he saw through that window. Uh oh! It was too late. He'd 
been caught peeping. Jacquelyn stared at the teen on the other side of 
the window, and then she smiled broadly. Tad couldn't help himself.

Jacquelyn saw the boy go and disappear around the corner. She didn't 
think anything of it. That is, until he appeared in her doorway two 
minutes later. "Hi Tad..."

She didn't finish as Tad strode in and wrapped his arms around her and 
began kissing his aunt passionately, violently.

"I've got to have you," he said. "Please don't stop me. I need you."

He started to unbutton her dress in the front.

Jacquelyn struggled briefly, but she was no match for the strong young 
man in front of her. She tried to talk him out of it, but every time 
she did, he planted a humungous kiss on her lips and stifled the 
attempt. Her dress was down to her waist now. She was jabbering at him 
to stop. That he was raping her. Tad never heard a word. He was tugging 
at her bra; it came loose. Next he bent down and ripped her panties off 
exposing her pussy to him for the first time. He paused and looked at 
Jacquelyn; his lips parted in boyish wonder. The boy leaned forward 
over the prostrate female. He began sucking on first one nipple and 
then the other while his hands explored the woman's buttocks. His 
fingers slid into the crack of her ass. One of them penetrated her butt 
hole. Jacquelyn knew that this was it. She was going to be had, and 
that violently. She would have preferred to lose her virginity in a 
more seductive way, but this was it like it or not.

Tad pushed her down on the floor and spread her legs as wide as he 
could. He pushed his own pants down and began wild thrusting at her 
slit; he didn't have a clue.

Jacquelyn, giving up, finally got him to stop for a second. "Tad, look, 
if your going to take me, at least don't hurt me. He stopped and looked 
at her strangely. She guided his cock to her pussy and helped him aim 
it. He lodged the head. She pulled her hand away and waited for him to 
push his way in. He did. She felt the ripping of her virginity and 
pulled her knees back easing the stress on her hole. He began plunging 
into her. He held off coming for maybe a minute and a half then he 
unloaded in her. His warm fluids bathed her insides. He had fucked his 
first woman, and she had been had for the first time as a woman.

Tad rolled off, got up, and ran down the hall; the guilt for what he 
had done overwhelming him.

Jacquelyn for her part rolled over and pulled her knees up under 
herself. She hurt. She did what all girls did when they've been raped; 
she cried. She was still crying when Jenny and Julia walked in on her.

******

"Tad, I'm not sure what we are going to do about this. But you are 
going to be punished. And I mean punished severely," said Jenny 
Bartlet. Julia was standing a few feet away tapping her feet mad as any 
sister had ever been. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"No ma'am. I don't know why I did it. I just couldn't help myself." 
Looking over at Jacquelyn still in disarray from her screwing, he said, 
"Aunt Jacquelyn, I beg you to forgive me."

Jackie Bartlet just nodded. She definitely wanted him punished, but she 
would forgive him. She felt it had probably been partly her fault for 
giving him what he must have thought was a come hither smile. Jacquelyn 
remembered what it had been like when she was a boy; fifteen was a 
tough age. But he had to be taught a lesson. He must never hurt a girl 
again; as James had been taught a lesson in another life. But how, so 
as to teach him a lesson and not ruin his psyche at one and the same 
time.

"Go to your room Tad. Do not come out until you are told to," said 
Jenny.

Tad nodded. Said nothing. And slunk off to his room to await whatever 
punishment that was to be meted out to him. He knew it would be bad, 
but he could not of dreamed just how bad.

******

"Aunt Jenny, could I talk to you for a moment?" said the girl after Tad 
had been dismissed.

"Certainly, Julia, you know you can."

"Yes, I know. Aunt Julia, something happened at school a few days ago 
that I haven't had a chance to talk to you about. Even Tad doesn't know 
about it. Only me."

"Yes, Julia."

"Well, about a week ago, Tad and I were pulled into Miss Larkin's room 
-- that's Tad's homeroom teacher -- and she talked to us for a long 
time. She had noticed Tad's collar and asked about it."

"Was there trouble, Julia? I mean if there was, you should have come to 
me or aunt Jane right away."

"Oh no ma'am. Miss Larkin was very understanding. She even calls Tad 
"Stinky" now, just like me."

"Really," said the older woman. Jane and Jacquelyn showed an interest 
now, but waited for the girl to finish her story.

"Yes. She trains her husband like I train Stinky. She spanks him and 
everything."

"Is this really true?" asked Jane skeptically.

"Yes, she showed me pictures just a few days ago. But Stinky hasn't 
seen them because they are a little bit scary."

"Pictures?"

"Yes. She told me that her husband raped her when they were going 
together in high school. She didn't tell anyone then, but she didn't 
talk to him for a long time either."

"Why would she for goodness sakes."

"She met up with him again in college and he begged her forgiveness -- 
on his knees. She told him that he would have to accept severe 
punishment first if he ever hoped to be able to date or even talk to 
her again."

"Go on," said Jenny.

"He agreed. He said he would take any punishment she decided he 
deserved."

"And how did she punish him?" asked Aunt Jane.

"She told me that he invited him over to her house one day. She made 
him take off all of his clothes. She tied him up and whipped him very 
hard."

"Was that all?" asked Jane again. "If so, it was not enough."

"No, ma'am. She branded him with her initial. She said he screamed 
really loud and vomited and even fainted."

"She what!"

"She branded him with her initial. He learned his lesson real quick, 
she said. After his buns cooled off, he thanked her and again begged 
her to forgive him. She did, and they were married."

"Unbelievable," said Jane.

"You mean you want to see your brother branded?" asked Jacquelyn, 
speaking for the first time. "I mean really branded with a hot iron?"

"I think he deserves it, ma'am. He did an awful thing and he has to 
take his medicine for that. I think being branded would make up at 
least partly for the evil thing that he did to you.

"I don't know," said Jenny slowly. "That is an awfully severe penalty, 
even for rape. And who would do it? I'm not even sure how it is done."

"Me," said the thirteen-year-old. "I will ask Miss Larkin to help me. I 
just know she would."

"Just how would you break it to Stinky what his punishment is going to 
be," asked Jane really wondering. "He may rebel. I mean to be 
branded..."

"I hated what he did to me," said Jacquelyn, "but maybe a branding of 
such a young offender might be a bit too much."

"It's my responsibility," said a very mature sounding thirteen-year-
old. "I haven't trained him well enough or he would not have even 
considered doing what he did. No," said the girl with finality, " he 
has to be punished severely. Branding will teach him the lesson he 
needs to learn and make up at least a little bit for what he has done 
to you, Aunt Jacquelyn." She said it while looking directly at her 
victimized aunt.

The four women talked and debated the teen boy's fate for half an hour 
more. In the end, it was decided that Julia would break the news to 
Tad. She would offer him a choice between juvenile hall or in house 
punishment as administered by Julia and monitored by Miss Larkin. Julia 
well knew which he would choose.

******

Two days later Julia approached Mrs. Larkin outside her classroom just 
as she was getting ready to go home.

"Julia, I don't know. Tad -- I mean Stinky, must be punished; but what 
you're proposing is very harsh even for a rape. You say your aunts are 
okay with this? What about Stinky? Is he ready to take medicine as 
bitter as what you are proposing?"

"He will be given the choice, Miss Larkin. And I know my brother. He'll 
take what's coming to him and do it gladly, especially if he knows you 
will be helping to see to it that it is done right."

"Why would he take it just because I would be there?" asked the older 
woman.

"I know because I saw his penis get big when you called him Stinky and 
told him to obey me."

Miss Larkin smiled at the words of the girl. "Yes, I noticed it too. 
But I'm not..."

"Oh please Miss Larkin. If you want, you can be there when I offer him 
his choices."

"Well -- okay. If your aunts are really okay with it. I will have to 
talk with them. You understand that?"

"Yes, ma'am. I understand. And I am sure that they will be most happy 
if you will help us."

******

Jenny Bartlet pulled up in front of the tree shrouded house and wheeled 
down the long drive of the Larkin homestead. She parked in front of the 
rambling ranch house's front door and exited.

The door of the house opened, and a smiling and very pretty young woman 
greeted the new arrival. "Hi, I'm Della Larkin; do come in. She ushered 
the blond into a large and tastefully bare living area. "Have a seat -- 
uh -- Jenny isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes, it is. So you're the Della Larkin that Julia told me about."

"Guilty. I hear you're looking for a little help in disciplining Tad."

"Well, yes. Sort of I guess. Julia told us about how you had taken you 
husband in hand."

"Yes. Several years ago, on a date, he raped me. I bided my time and 
the opportunity finally came to punish him for what he did. I did not 
want the mess of a court hearing. I just saw to it that the punishment 
fit the crime; I branded him. He actually thanked me for it."

"Really."

"Yes, and now he's like a puppy dog. Does everything I want him to do 
when I want him to do it," said the brunette proudly.

"I had a vaguely similar situation with my husband. He's a she now."

"Yes, Julia told me. You have just got to tell me all about that 
sometime. It sounds like it would be a fascinating story."

"To say the least."

"Well, we' re going to brand Tad then."

"Yes. He deserves it, and he is going to get it."

Yes, well, it is not a simple thing you know. I had a friend who knew 
something of how to do it, so my husband Brandon got his done correctly 
with a minimum of physical agony."

"That is what we want for Tad."

"Look Jenny, why don't you follow me down stairs and I'll show you my 
set up."

"Fine. I'd like to see it."

The pair of females entered what was a kind of cellar through a door 
adjoining the room they were in and descended a flight of stairs. Jenny 
could not believe her eyes.

On one wall were chains for hands and feet. There was an old fashion 
set of stocks with head and hand slots. Additionally in the middle of 
the room was what appeared to be a stool, but the base had sturdy 
restraints for hands, feet, and a extra strap to go across the back of 
whoever was to be chained over it.

"Is this where Tad will take his medicine?"

"Yes. He'll be strapped and chained to that stool there in the middle 
of the room. Over there in the corner is the brazier that will heat the 
iron to brand him with."

Jenny turned to look and saw the flat cast iron brazier and the piping 
that carried the smoke from the wood through the stack on the roof. 
"Wonderful! It is just right. What's behind that door over there to the 
left of the brazier if you don't mind my asking."

"Not at all. Come, and I'll show you." Della led her new acquaintance 
to the door. "It's not really a door you see. it is really a cover for 
where I sometimes incarcerate my husband when he deserves it."

She opened the door to reveal a six by eight cell complete with one 
inch thick iron bars on the inner door. Inside of the cell was a bucket 
and a cement cot built into the wall.

Jenny was stopped cold. In a room full of surprises, this was the prize 
winner. "How did you ever..."

"It's a long story. I'll tell you another time. However, it is where I 
suggest we jail Tad for the twenty-four hours leading up to his 
punishment. It will give him time to think of what he has done, and to 
think about what his penalty is going to be."

"Perfect. Yes. I am certainly glad that Julia was able to talk with 
you."

"When is his time going to be?"

"This weekend if it's convenient for you," said Jenny.

"Yes, that will be fine. Bring him over Friday evening. We'll lock him 
up and execute his punishment Saturday night."

"Good. It's an appointment then."

The two females talked a little longer and parted to wait for the 
Friday night appointment.

******

Julia was her most pretty. She wore a black mini dress, black choker, 
and a spray of black ribbon in her hair. Her face was expertly made up, 
and her nails, matching her lipstick, was brilliant red. The dress was 
sleeveless and low cut in both the front and the back. She had dressed 
for the singular occasion of having to break it to Tad what his 
punishment was going to be. She wanted his absolute attention; she knew 
it was going to be hard on him mentally to accept the fact that he 
would be branded hers for life in just a few days time.

Tad stood before his sister his arms limp by his sides. He knew that 
this would be it. He was going to find out what he was going to get 
since opting to not accept jail time and the police record of a rapist. 
He could also tell by the incredibly beautiful picture his sister 
presented, seated there in front of him, that whatever it was, it was 
going to be bad.

"You know why I want to talk to you don't you Tad?"

"Uh huh."

"Tad your punishment, the main part will be Saturday night. You will 
receive your just desserts at Miss Larkin's house; she has the 
equipment that I will use to do you."

"Equipment?"

"Yes Tad. You are to be whipped, and then branded on your left buttock 
with my initial." Julia waited for the reaction.

"Huh?" said Tad not really comprehending his fate.

"You will be whipped severely Tad, and then I will brand you with Miss 
Larkin's assistance. She knows about such things. Her husband wears her 
brand as you will wear mine."

"Huh?"

This was not going well. Julia sensed that her brother was just not 
computing the data she was inputting into his cranium. "Tad, she said 
softly, kindly, "you do understand that I have to do you? You do 
understand that, right?" She was almost apologetic.

Tad started to whimper. "I -- I -- I -- I'm afraid sissy; I'm afraid."

She stood up and went to him. She hugged him and kissed his cheeks. 
Then she kissed his lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue entered his 
mouth. He melted in her arms completely hers. "It will hurt at first 
Tad, but I know you will make me proud of you. You will take your 
medicine like a man, right?"

"I love you sissy. I will do whatever you say."

"I know. And I love you too. I want you to be good now. Do you want to 
sleep with me in my bed tonight, Tad. We could cuddle a little."

"Yes," he said softly.

"But my panties will remain on Tad. You can't have me tonight. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, miss."

"Good. Let's go to bed then."

******

Friday arrived very quickly for Tad. He dreaded it, but at the same 
time he wanted it over so he could get on with life without fear. He 
would pay the penalty for his deed and then everything would be all 
right again; at least that is what he kept telling himself.

He was ushered into a large living room. Jane was there and jenny and 
Jacquelyn and Julia. Miss Larkin too and her husband Ronald whom she 
called Booboo was there.

"Stinky, stand in the middle of the room," Miss Larkin said. He 
followed her instructions. "Stinky, tonight you have been delivered 
here to begin your punishment. It will be harsh, but you will survive 
it. You are guilty of a grave sin against a woman and you must now pay 
the piper. Do you wish to say anything?"

"I'm so sorry, Aunt Jacquelyn. I deserve what I am going to get. Please 
forgive me."

"I forgive you Stinky." She paused, bit her lip, and added some other 
thoughts she felt she just had to get out. "I wish I could make your 
punishment a little easier, Stinky, but it is out of my hands I'm 
afraid. I was once punished myself for doing bad things, and after I 
was punished I was the better for it."

Miss Larkin walked over in front of the boy and looked him in the eyes. 
She spoke softly. "Take off your clothes, Stinky, everything."

He obeyed almost mechanically. Soon he stood naked in front of the rest 
of the group; his penis stuck out and bounced lewdly in front of him 
after he pushed his underpants down. His face suffused.

"That's good , Stinky. Now put your hands behind your back."

Again he obeyed. He felt her snap handcuffs tightly on his wrists; they 
hurt, but he did not complain.

"Kneel, Stinky, and bend over. Push your buttocks high into the air.

The woman knelt down beside him and bound his ankles and knees very, 
very tightly with ropes she had gathered from a nearby chair.

Julia had slipped into the restroom for a moment. She now reappeared 
wearing only her bra and panties, both black and both sheer. She 
carried an old fashioned razor strop. The other ladies, now seated 
around the room, nodded encouragement to her.

Only Jacquelyn was not smiling; she was remembering his own days on the 
receiving end of straps like the one Julia was going to punish her 
nephew with. But he had deserved what he got and so did Tad.

"Close your eyes Stinky," she said as she took her position beside and 
slightly behind him. She saw he obeyed without a word. She raised the 
instrument and brought it crashing down on the unfortunate flesh of the 
boy. He screamed but did not move. The evil strop descended again and 
again. He quivered and screamed and shook. He rolled off to the side to 
escape his punisher. She redoubled her efforts until he righted himself 
and again resumed the expected position. The whipping went on for a 
full twenty minutes. Finally his sister; his one and only love, lowered 
her hand and left him sobbing in the middle of the floor.

Miss Larkin motioned to Jane who helped her get the boy to his feet. 
Julia untied the ropes binding Tad's legs and joined the rest of the 
women as they guided the male down the stairs to the basement. As they 
got to the base of the stairs Tad saw the cell. The cell that would be 
his until the following night when his punishment would be completed. 
He trembled. Julia walked up to him and patted his shoulder, as he 
stood there with the two women holding his still cuffed arms. They 
nudged him forward toward the iron cage and pushed him inside. He was 
ordered to stand still while the girls closed the locked and barred 
door behind him. he did as they said and remained standing quietly. He 
felt a pair of hands reach through the bars and uncuff his hands. He 
was still naked, and in spite of the pain from his whipping, his cock 
was beginning to show signs of life -- he was a boy after all, a naked 
boy, surrounded by pretty ladies. None of the females failed to notice 
his dick protruding from the bars as he turned and leaned against the 
door of his cage.

"You will stay here until tomorrow night, Tad," said Jenny. "It will 
give you a chance to think of what your punishment will be like if you 
ever rape a lady again. Do you have anything to say."

"Only what I've said already. That I am sorry for hurting Aunt 
Jacquelyn. I am a little afraid, but I want to take my medicine and 
make up for my badness."

"Yes, Tad, you do need to make up for your badness, as you say. And it 
is natural for you to fear your just punishment. But, tomorrow it will 
be all over. Go to sleep now. Someone will bring you food in the 
morning. There is a container of water over there for you to drink, and 
a bucket to go potty in if you feel the urge. With that all of the 
women turned to go; only Julia glanced back at her brother feeling 
sorry for him but committed to seeing him get what was coming to him.

*****

Tad had lain awake the whole night wondering just how bad the branding 
would be. He just wished it was over. It was day-time now he knew; 
light seeped through slats high up on the walls across from him. He 
heard a door open around the corner by the stairs; they were bringing 
him his food -- breakfast..

"Good morning Tad," said the gorgeous resident of the property. Her 
hair was bound up in a high pony-tail. She was wearing a sheath, a 
orange sheath dress, very high cut, and with a very plunging neckline. 
Tad's penis immediately betrayed him. "I see your little thing there is 
awake," she said.

"Yes ma'am," he said wishing he could touch her, or that she could 
touch him. "You are very beautiful."

"Why that's very nice of you, Tad." She walked over to him. She decided 
to give him some relief. She reached through the bars and slowly traced 
her index finger up the shaft of his penis. He stood stalk still. She 
smiled at him, gave his penis a squeeze, and then released him. "Here 
is some breakfast for you. Eat it all now. It is all you will get until 
after your sentence has been carried out. Don't want you to throw up 
after you are branded. It is quite a shock to the system. But it's only 
temporary. You'll be fine after a little while."

The woman left, and Tad was left to his thoughts. The time flew. It was 
almost time now; he could sense it.

*****

Tad had been lying down when he heard the voices. He immediately stood 
up and leaned against the bars of his cell.

Julia was the first to come in sight, and then all of the other ladies. 
Booboo was there too; he was in chains. Tad wondered what he was 
chained up for. he must be going to be punished too, he thought.

All of the ladies were at their most beautiful. All wore short skirts 
and blouses. All were exceedingly sensual. Booboo was dressed only in a 
diaper. He said nothing. He just stood and watched the proceedings in 
his chains.

Della Larkin, wearing a very sheer white blouse and a navy blue skirt 
approached the prisoner's cell and commanded him to put his hands out 
in front of him. Tad obeyed. She cuffed him quickly and securely. She 
then opened the cell door and ushered him out to the center of the 
room. She immediately attached a collar to his neck and leash to the 
collar. She guided him to the stool in the middle of the room.

All of the other women and Booboo watched her as she led Tad to the 
stool. Jane now took over.

"Tad," she said, "bend over the stool and stretch your arms down."

He obeyed yet again. Jane fastened his hands to the base of the tall 
stool, by means of a padlock that engulfed the chain connecting the 
handcuffs. Next she knotted the end of the leash down low on the base 
of the stool as well effectively forcing his head down, so he could not 
look up without some discomfort. His ankles were next. She bound them 
very tightly with ropes to the base of the stool making it impossible 
for him to kick. Jane next bound his knees to the middle of the stool's 
struts immobilizing him further.

She stepped back and admired her handiwork.

Jenny now approached and patted Tad on his raised fanny. " Frightened 
Tad?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good Tad. You need to be frightened." She reached for the strap that 
went across the lower back of the victim. Drew it over and cinched it 
down painfully tight. "It has to be very tight Tad. So that you won't 
jerk and hurt yourself worse than need be."

"Yes ma'am."

"Are you ready Tad?"

She saw him nod.

"It's time Tad."

She looked across the room to where Julia and Miss Larkin were 
preparing the small branding iron with the letter "J" on the tip; it 
was already almost red-hot.

The room was quiet. The heat from the brazier had warmed the air 
significantly; all noticed it. Julia wore a short, but heavy glove. She 
looked up at Della Larkin. The older woman nodded encouragement. Jenny 
stood beside the stool; she had placed a hand on the victim's back to 
reassure him. Julia approached the stool holding the hot iron. She 
looked down at her brother. "I'm going to do it now," she said to the 
boy. She saw his buttocks convulse in the expectation of the searing 
pain he knew was about to come. "Relax if you can, Tad; it'll hurt 
less."

Julia In a slow, deliberate movement pressed the searing brand to the 
lower part of the boy's left buttock.

"Aaaaiiiaaaiiiiyyiiiyiiiaaiiiaaayiyiyi!!" Tad's screams tore through 
the thick, overly warm atmosphere of the cellar. Julia maintained her 
cool. Miss Larkin told her not to pay any attention to the screams that 
she knew from experience would come. The branding took a coolness of 
nerve to do right; Julia had that coolness and the nerve.

"One thousand and one, One thousand and two," Julia pulled the iron 
away. The skin of Tad's tortured buttock puffed out. Della Larkin 
applied a large ice cube against the branded flesh; it began to melt 
immediately. She applied another from the bucket that Jane held, and 
had been holding, in preparation for the aftermath that now ensued.

Tad went limp over the stool; he was conscious but physically and 
mentally drained. The ice had reduced the horrible pain greatly, and 
Miss Larkin continued to apply it for some more minutes before nodding 
to Jane that that would be enough. Jenny now handed her a tube of 
ointment; it was both anesthetic and antiseptic. The worst of Tad's 
ordeal was over. He was now Julia's branded slave.

Jacquelyn, who had remained almost inert for the whole period let out a 
quiet sigh of relief. She felt sorry for Tad. She was glad it was over. 
He would be Julia's attentive property from now on. He would never dare 
to misbehave or do anything bad again. The merest suggestion of future 
punishment would bring him to hi s knees. This is one boy who had 
definitely learned his lesson.

Booboo, still standing in the corner in his diaper, looked 
disappointed. One had the feeling that he had enjoyed the spectacle. He 
was sure he would see Tad again; the thought made him smile.

******

The following days proved Miss Larkin's predictions to be right. Tad 
was so obsequious, so attentive, so remorseful for his transgressions 
that it was almost comical. A few days later, Julia inspected his 
brand, and smiled at how beautifully her initial looked burned into her 
brother's buttock. She decided to let him fuck her soon. She just had 
to get up the courage to lose her virginity. She'd talk to her aunts 
about it.