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Authors name: Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)
Story title : Daphne's Diary of Elegance and Decadence

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PART FIVE---Professor Who? (Fdom/cd, tg, sci-fi, ped)
Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)

***

I heard someone spank my baby and he howled indignantly, 
and I knew he had been born alive and well. This moment 
of rapture was all too brief, however, as I immediately 
began to grieve for the loss of my genitalia which had 
been taken from me so crudely just moments before. Like 
many transvestites, I had daydreamed in the past about 
having transsexual surgery, but it was always under 
highest medical standards preserving my penile sex 
nerves to line my new "vagina".

I bitterly realized there was no chance of that now, and 
my beloved cock and balls were probably lying discarded 
on the floor in the vast pool of afterbirth that was 
flooding out of me. For all I knew the Rhodesians were 
biting and chewing them at this very moment!

I also knew that I must be delirious from loss of blood 
and body parts during the horrible alien birth and my 
partial c-section. What I really needed was the Rescue 
Squad to take me to the closest ER. Instead, my so-
called friends devoted all their attention to the little 
bastard to whom I had just given birth.

"What a precious baby", cooed S.

"Feed him sperm from the condom...oh he likes it look at 
him", said the Prof.
(I'm still tied down in the sling, gagged and 
blindfolded, and probably bleeding to death, and all 
they can think about is this cum-sucking alien 
sonofabitch!)
Kang said "RONNEE," and the Prof said what Kang?

"Jrrl ni hox z'd renn unl'n d'duxn Kang."

"What was that you said about twins??!!"

(And that's how the Prof found out that he too would 
become a bride of Kang and an alien birth mother, and 
also become my half stepsister-in-law once removed....)

To my utter astonishment, they simply ignored me and my 
medical emergency, and hurriedly put up a second sling 
next to mine, and proceeded to put the Prof through the 
same ordeal as I had suffered. I heard him bragging that 
he could handle it and not wimp like Daphne, but I'm 
here to tell you he screamed and panicked even worse 
than I did.

Kang ruptured him in two places just getting his penis 
in, and finally had to surgically widen the Prof's anus 
to deliver the bloody mess that was my baby's twin 
brother.

S called an ambulance to the house, and demonstrated 
outstanding presence of mind when she thrust her arm up 
to the shoulder into the Prof's hemorrhaging colon, took 
him upstairs and told the rescue squad it was just an 
S&M fisting accident. She told them to take him to the 
notorious little Southside gay hospital that had an all 
hiv+ surgical staff "...because as you can see, this guy 
loves to live dangerously."

I was furious with her for letting the ambulance leave 
without me, and my heart sank as I realized that she and 
the rest of them must've already written me off and were 
going to let me bleed to death rather than explain my 
castration to the authorities. I became deeply 
despondent, knowing for a certainty that in spite of all 
their high talk about the "Great Daphne" and how much 
they loved and cherished me, I was expendable after all, 
just another used condom on the rubber room floor of 
their lives.

(What an inhuman way to die. Blindfolded and in the 
dark, deprived of speech and final prayers by the 
choking throatmeat gag, tied down like an animal, 
emasculated, separated from my newborn baby, and left to 
bleed to death---- an utterly depraved form of murder!)

I began to cry in self-pity, and was soon sobbing and 
gasping raggedly as I felt my life ebbing away....

"I feel so sorry for you Daphne, I really do."

(You castrating bitch!!!)

"I know what you're probably thinking, but believe me it 
was the only way. I'll do what I can for you now 
though."

I felt her fingers and knuckles enter my anus and in 
seconds her fist was in my rectum! As she forced it 
higher, I moaned and my prostate cramped against her 
forearm, and she said, "Do you want to watch me fist 
you, Daphne?"

I thought 'What a weird way to go', and nodded yes and 
she stripped the blindfold away!

*

(Editor's Note: At the end of the last Diary entry, 
Daphne was being "nursed" by S while delirious from 
birth ordeal and emasculation. What she didn't know was 
that Kang, in generous appreciation of her superb 
performance, had quickly placed the severed genitals in 
his Denebian portable regeneration chamber, medically 
mutated and enhanced the rather pathetic organs, and 
then painlessly reattached them, all of this occurring 
while she was out of her mind with pain, shock and 
grief. When S took off Daphne's blindfold and she saw 
her new penis, testicles and scrotum, all made of soft 
babyskin, Daphne passed out again. We rejoin the story 
several days later....)

*

So much has happened that I hardly know where to start. 
I'm still here at the Prof's house, but I'm by myself 
now and a little bit lonely.

S has gone back to her husband, after giving me the 
shock of my life in The Chamber. I tried, but I just 
couldn't stay mad with her for not telling. I was too 
overjoyed.

The rescue mission arrived and covertly removed Kang and 
the twins along with the wreckage of his ship. In an 
emotional ceremony on the rescue ship's flight deck, the 
commanding officer awarded me the Denebian Medal of 
Honor, and even more exciting, declared me to be a 
Citizen of Deneb! The Prof was given a "Certificate of 
Possible Merit", and I accepted the modest award on his 
behalf.

(I really thought the least they could have done for him 
would have been a "green card"....)

Kang gave a great speech about how our DNA had joined 
their gene pool, and how we would live on forever in the 
bloodlines of Deneb (since they fucked each other like 
rabbits, I didn't doubt it). He spoke glowingly of me as 
an unlikely, but spectacularly successful extra-
terrestrial sex partner and birth mother, and he invited 
the crew to inspect his surgical wizardry on my new 
equipment, and every man jack of them insisted on 
feeling it as well as seeing! They wanted souvenirs, so 
I gave them my panties, stockings and hi-heels. (Sailors 
are the same everywhere I guess...)

I urged Kang privately to say something nice about the 
Prof too, and he had to think about it for awhile, and 
finally told them "Ronnee du frl ipso n'll," which I 
think means "Ron had nice friends."

We kissed goodbye, and I fondled his crotch and was 
shocked to discover his amazing manhood was no longer 
there! Kang said, "Circulatory shutdown it was, but 
worried not be, regenerate Kang will on trip home." I 
kissed my son, and then they were gone....

Diary, I'm sorry to have to tell you that the Prof 
didn't fare nearly as well. In fact, as I sit here in 
his house, His whereabouts are unknown!

It took a bit of detective work, and several phone calls 
where I pretended to be someone else (I'm good at that), 
but I uncovered these startling developments:
The gay surgeons who operated on his perforated colon 
found a "large quantity of unusual foreign material 
throughout his lower G.I." and sent samples to the 
pathology lab for analysis. This is where the Prof's 
luck turned very bad indeed. The graveyard shift 
pathologist freaked when he saw under his 200X 
microscope that the debris left in the Prof's pitiful 
colon was most likely alien! The jerk telephoned the 
local FBI UFO Task Force and told the "Cancer Man" in 
charge what he had found.

It was rumored throughout the UFO Conspiracy community 
that this ruthless FBI unit had carte blanche to 
investigate and suppress any E.T. event worldwide. While 
they were supposed to stop short of killing anybody, 
kidnapping, torture and brainwashing were all given 
tacit approval. It was said that the Government provided 
them with their own private island where their kidnap 
victims could be "interrogated" and "debriefed" 
according to the Task Force's own sadistic terms.

Sure enough, within 24 hours, the Prof mysteriously went 
missing from his hospital room. Alarmed, I went there, 
but the authorities quickly dismissed me as a "crazy 
transvestite girlfriend" of a "perverted asshole who 
'skipped' to avoid the hospital bill."

(The cover-up had begun!)

I didn't know what else to do, so I decided to wait at 
his home in case he tried to contact me to arrange a 
rescue. The more I thought about it, though, the less 
worried about him I was. After all, his story about 
Deneb and Kang was patently absurd, and besides, the 
Prof could stand any torture they dished out and 
probably enjoy it.

I finally began to relax about the situation and made 
myself a drink and went out onto the veranda. I sat down 
and began to brush my hair and touch up my lip-gloss. I 
was wearing one of my favorite Frederick's lounging 
outfits, mostly lace and sheer silk.

Suddenly I felt that someone was watching me. I saw the 
teen boy peeking from behind the shrubs, and I told him 
to come out in a calm but firm voice.

The boy sheepishly came out, and stood before me in that 
embarrassed way only an adolescent boy can.

"You've been peeking at me through the window, haven't 
you?"

"Yes ma'am", he whispered. Staring a hole in his shoes, 
he swayed guiltily.

"Look at me when you speak to me, if you please."

He looked up, and I felt a tightening in my throat. His 
features were almost beautiful... fine high cheekbones, 
dark eyes and long lashes, perfectly straight nose, 
delicate chin but sensual lips (which would only improve 
with time), skin tone with just a vestige of youth left, 
slim neck and shoulders, and black, buzzcut hair. I 
guessed his ancestry to be about equal parts Caucasian, 
Latin, and Native American. Perhaps five feet tall, he 
looked to weigh about 105, and was dressed in the drab, 
undistinguished manner of charitable institutions 
everywhere.

"Do you live next door?"

"Yes ma'am. Please don't tell them that I came over 
here..it's against their rules."

"Then why did you come over here?"

"I....I saw you outside yesterday with the dogs. Are you 
the Professor's wife?"
"No, and you still haven't answered my question."

"From the field next door you looked very beautiful, and 
I guess I just wanted to see you up close. I shouldn't 
have peeked though...I'm sorry, Miss, I really am."

(Be still my heart!)

"Have you seen what you wanted to see?"

"Oh, yes ma'am..you're even prettier up close...and your 
clothes are so pretty. But...."

"But, what?"

Eyes back on shoes, he said, "But...you're a man..aren't 
you?"

"Yes, I'm a man who enjoys pretending to be a woman. Do 
you see anything wrong with that?"

"Oh no. Sometimes I wonder about what it would be like 
to be a girl, and to wear dresses and lipstick...and I 
get a warm tingly feeling that I don't understand, then 
I feel guilty because the priest says boys shouldn't 
think about such things."

(Oh God in Heaven...)

"I don't think you should feel guilty."

"Well I don't really...I guess I just think that maybe I 
should." 

"How long have you thought about being a girl?"

He whispered, "As long as I can remember."

"Well, I can't blame you, not one little bit. I thought 
about it too, and it was a long time before I put on my 
first dress, and I can still remember how exciting it 
was! Come over here and sit down, and let me get a 
better look at you. What's your name?"

"It's Jamie. The professor knows me. I found one of his 
dogs lost on our property and brought him home. He 
called Father O'Reilly about it."

"Is he in charge of the Home?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You don't have to call me ma'am. You may call me Miss 
D. I am the Professor's secretary, and I live and work 
here at his house. He's gone away on business and I've 
been lonely, so I'm glad you peeked in at me!"

We both laughed, and I could see him relax. I took his 
chin in one hand and pretended to look at him like an 
portrait artist and told him he could be a "very pretty 
girl" if he "only had the chance." His eyes began to 
glaze over, ever so slightly.

"Jamie, how would you like to have your dream come true, 
here at the Professor's house with me?"

"Oh, I'd love that Miss D, but how?"

"Leave that to me. Are you willing to let me dress you 
in pretty clothes and lipstick and makeup and hi-heels 
and long hair like mine?"

"Miss D, are you doing this just to have sex with me?"

"Jamie I'm shocked! You shouldn't think about such 
things!"

"It's alright, Miss D. I didn't mean to upset you. See, 
I know a lot about sex already from the other boys at 
the Home."

"Jamie, you can't believe what they tell you. They don't 
know anything."

"Miss D, you don't understand. I have seen them have sex 
in the Professor's little house back there in the trees, 
and I think I'm ready and you really are very nice, so 
let's just see what happens, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered.



(How I Did It)
On Estate letterhead, I wrote the following letter:

 FROM:	THE ESTATE, INC.
	Millbrae, CA 99969
TO:	Rev. Father O'Reilly
	Catholic Home for Wayward Youth
	Millbrae, CA 99969


Dear Father O'Reilly:

My name is Ms. Daphne Bishop, and I am the Professor's 
personal secretary. I work from his home office next 
door to you. The Professor is out of the country on 
urgent U. S. Government business, and I am managing his 
estate and business affairs during his absence.

I have need of kennel and interior landscaping services 
at the Professor's home during the next week. It 
occurred to me that I could employ one of your charges 
for these tasks. I am authorized to offer the sum of 
$500 in cash to be administered at your sole discretion, 
and I have enclosed $250 cash as a good faith down 
payment. No receipt is necessary as I am sure this 
matter is of small enough magnitude to warrant informal 
bookkeeping.

While I am sure that any of the Home's youth could 
perform the work, I would like to request that you 
consider assigning Jamie H. for the job. This 
outstanding young man did us a kind service recently 
when one of the Professor's prize Rhodesians wandered 
onto your property and became lost. The Professor would 
have been heartbroken to lose this magnificent animal, 
but Jamie found the dog and brought him back to us 
safely. Although small for his age, nevertheless we feel 
he has outstanding potential. I feel confident that he 
will be able to render satisfactory service.

Due to the somewhat unpredictable needs of the animals 
in the kennel, may I further request that Jamie be 
allowed to stay over in the guest quarters during the 
week? This will greatly aid me in carrying out the 
Professor's important work if I can depend on 24-hour 
help. Of course, you would be welcome to check on him at 
our premises if you wish. Simply call me before coming 
over, and I will promptly open the security gates and 
admit you.

Finally, it might be necessary to carry Jamie off the 
premises to perform an errand, but he will always be 
under my personal supervision and I will vouch for his 
safety. If these arrangements are suitable, merely have 
Jamie come over Saturday morning by crossing the fence 
line onto our property and reporting to me at the 
kennel.

Signed: Daphne Bishop



Just as I laid out his new things in the guest room, I 
heard the dogs barking happily in the kennel. Goosebumps 
ran all over me as I realized my stratagem had worked. 
The priest had taken the cash bait, and Jamie was mine 
for a week!
It had taken me a little time to sort things out after 
the head trip he had taken me on during our first 
meeting. Precocious in some ways, he was also 
disarmingly direct and frank, and even sophisticated for 
his age. (Even though he said he'd "just turned 
eighteen", it was very hard to believe...)

Although an orphan, he was certainly not stupid, in fact 
there was a perceptiveness, even sharpness to his 
personality. I found him intriguing, and of course that 
added even more to my growing desire to experience him 
completely.

Before he had gone, I had gotten his basic measurements 
and shoe size. I knew enough from my own feminine 
purchases to easily convert to standard women's sizes. 
He was a "perfect" Size 2 in dresses, blouses and 
skirts, 34A in bras, size 4 in panties and stockings, 
and 6 in women's shoes.

The clerks at the Millbrae Victoria's Secret were 
certainly curious as to why I was purchasing so many 
items not my size, but I didn't volunteer any 
potentially compromising information. They ended up 
merely being gratified by the $2,000 and change I spent 
and paid for in cash of course. At the local 
Frederick's, I bought shoes, wigs and makeup and made 
the same impression on the salesgirls. 

How they all must have gossiped about the mystery TV and 
her wild spending!
My new cock was stiff on the way back to the Prof's as I 
"rode with my load" of teenybopper contraband. Speaking 
of my new dick, I've just realized that I'd omitted to 
tell you, dear Diary, anything about what had happened.

I had been happy with my previous manhood, but I had to 
admit that darling Kang had certainly made some 
improvements. I now had a towering, tapering 10" of 
uncut babyskin phallus!

My new glans was almost Stryker-size, and the taper 
gradually increased to about 3" at the base. Kang had 
added a third testicle to my enlarged scrotum, and I had 
already noticed a significant increase in semen 
production.

(None of your business how I knew this...)

The only problem so far was that I needed a larger gaffe 
to pull my equipment backward (ala RuPaul) under my 
panties.

(A small price to pay, wouldn't you say?)

As I previously mentioned, the moment had arrived, and I 
went down to the kennel and greeted Jamie with all the 
reserve and dignity I was capable of, given my level of 
excitement. For all I knew, priests or their agents were 
eyeballing us from the fence line even as I shook his 
hand. To discourage any unwanted observers, I had him 
feed the dogs and clean the kennel area for over an hour 
while I went back into the house.

I had dressed the part of a private secretary of a rich 
Professor--ultraconservative black slacks, "Lady 
Manhattan" short sleeve blouse, 2" black pumps, and my 
most businesslike "frosted-brown" hairstyle.

I didn't want to give them anything to wag their tongues 
about.

As an additional disincentive, I had him take the dogs 
for a long walk on the far side of the property just as 
lunchtime arrived. Hungry and bored, any spying 
observers would most likely report back and tell their 
priestly supervisors that everything looked completely 
kosher.

(First impressions are so important, aren't they?)

I knew the dogs weren't horny (no need to go into that), 
so Jamie wouldn't have any problem with their lusty 
antics. When he returned with them, I judged the moment 
propitious to bring him into the house at long last.

A little dirty and very hungry, he quickly consumed the 
sandwich I gave him in the breakfast room. He didn't 
question the activity charade, and I notched up my 
respect for his intelligence. I showed him where the 
shower was in the pool house, and told him to put on the 
terrycloth robe the Prof kept out there for guests.

When he came back in, I told him to go upstairs and see 
his room. I stayed in the den on the couch and waited 
for him. I wanted him to see all the dresses and 
everything else I had bought for him ,and for the moment 
to be like my Rubber Room "moment" not so long ago.

He was crying when he came down the stairs. Without a 
word, he came into the den and curled onto my lap, put 
his head against my breast and openly sobbed his little 
heart out. I held him tenderly, and I cried too. (There 
are only so many magic moments in a lifetime.....)

Between sobs he told me how lonely he had been all his 
life, never having had any family to love him, and how 
no one had ever taken an interest in him, and he felt so 
lucky to have found me, and that he knew I cared about 
him, and he would make me so proud of him, and on and on 
in a gush of youthful emotion.

It was really quite touching, and I gently stroked his 
hair until he had sobbed it all out. He began to kiss my 
face, and then our mouths met and he let me suck his 
tongue and his arms went around my neck and I lost track 
of time.....

He let the robe fall open and I could see that he was 
hairless except for a small pubic patch. (Native 
American for sure...)

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Do you want me to?"

He closed his eyes and lay back on the sofa and said 
"Yes Miss D."

I lightly touched and played with his small uncut penis, 
and stroked his scrotum with my fingernail. He erected 
within a minute, and I slid the foreskin back and forth. 
Precum appeared on his glans.

"Suck me," he whispered.

The taste and mouthful of virgin penis overwhelmed me, 
and momentarily I was transported back to the memory of 
Johnny's penis and Allen's and DeShawn's and the 
countless other young men I had pleasured in my life.

Looking back, I find it next to impossible to believe 
that I was able to stop myself before Jamie came...but I 
did. I gradually slowed sucking, and began teasing with 
slow licks of his scrotum and shaft, and he opened his 
eyes and watched me.

"Does it feel good?"

"Oh God yes!"

"Do you like my mouth and tongue?"

"Yes Miss D, I like them so much."

"Do you know what will happen if I keep sucking you?"

"Yes, I'll cum in your mouth."

"Would you like that?"

"Oh yes."

"I'd like it too, but do you think you can wait until 
later to come?"

"I can try...is that what you want me to do?"

"Yes Jamie, it is. I want to dress you and make you a 
beautiful girl first, and then I want to suck you until 
you come in my mouth. Is that all right with you?"

"Miss D, I'm so excited that I may cum just putting on 
my new clothes!"

"Jamie, believe me when I say that I would love for that 
to happen, and if it does, don't worry because you are 
going to have a lot more than one cum today."

*

I decided to dress Jamie in the Spa Dressing Room. We 
carried his things down from the guest room, but I had 
to warn him not to peep through the Chamber doors. (I 
didn't want to shock him quite yet...)

I had him sit in the high chair facing the fashion 
makeup mirrors, and I quickly changed into my 
hairstylist's outfit--hot pink capri pants, gold lame` 
bodysuit, platform strap sandals, and spiky orange hair. 
While I was changing, Jamie got up and began looking 
around the dressing room with keen interest. That's when 
it happened.

"Miss D, is this what I think it is?"

I turned around and nearly had heart failure. He had 
found the 'Little Sam' on the floor where S had left it. 
It was still slick from the weird gels and rectal lubes!

"Uh...what do you think it is, Jamie?" 

"I think it's a dildo."

(Jesus Christ!!)

"Just where have you seen dildos before?"

"In the Professor's little house. The oldest boys and 
several of the priests like to use them. But none of 
them are anywhere near as big as this."

"Priests use dildos!!??" I blurted incoherently.

"Miss D, you're the one who doesn't know anything. 
Everybody over there goes to the little house for sex, 
including the priests. Some of them enjoy letting us 
peep through the window at them. You wouldn't believe 
some of the things I've seen there."

(Flash of insight....)

"Have you ever seen the Professor at the little house?"

"No, but I've heard he likes to go there. Somebody said 
that some of the dildos in the little house were made by 
him. Did he make this one? And who do you think used 
it?"

"Jamie, I know a lot about that particular dildo, but I 
believe that it's time you and I had a man-to-man talk 
about everything first."

We moved into the spa area and sat on the loveseat in 
the corner.

"You are a surprising young man, Jamie, and you do know 
a lot more than I thought. But you don't know 
everything, and we both need to make certain about where 
we're going with this."

"Okay, Miss D."

"Let's not forget that you are here because you wanted 
to be here. It's also true that you have been thinking 
about dressing like a girl for a very long time before 
you ever met me. I'm simply giving you the chance to do 
something you probably would have had trouble doing, but 
I think we both know you would have done it eventually."

"Yes, Miss D, all that is true."

"Good. You also need to know that we will stop whatever 
we're doing at any time simply by you saying 'Stop'. And 
if I tell you to stop doing something, you'll stop, 
right?" He nodded, and I continued. "You are free to go 
back to the Home at anytime and without giving any 
reason, understood?" Another nod.

"Don't worry about hurting my feelings if any of those 
things happen--it's your feelings that matter most, 
okay?"

"Thank you for saying that, Miss D."

"Now I want to talk about women and girls. Surprised? 
I'll bet you don't know any girls and very few women, 
other than nuns, right? That's what I thought.
Jamie, take my word when I say that women and girls are 
wonderful--fun to be with, to look at, to touch, and to 
love. They can be wonderful to be married to and have 
children with.

"I can't know and you can't know whether you will 
eventually love women. We do know that you think women 
are attractive because you want to look like them, 
right? That tells me that you probably will want to be a 
girl's boyfriend and a woman's husband, even though you 
might enjoy dressing like them. Am I making any sense at 
all?"

"Miss D, don't you think I've thought about all this? 
And you're right--I can't know for certain, but I'm 
pretty sure that I will love women every bit as much as 
you obviously do. But I think what's worrying you is 
that we may do something together that will change the 
way I am somehow, right?"

"Exactly."

"Well, I'm willing to be changed, if that's what 
happens."

"Jamie, you've got to remember that most people could 
never understand our need to dress like beautiful women 
and do the kinds of things that we are going to do while 
you're here."

"Miss D, what you really mean is that we need to keep 
all of this a secret, don't we?"

I took him in my arms and said, "Yes Jamie darling, all 
of this must be our secret and ours alone. I will never 
tell anyone, even my dearest Professor. You have my 
promise, do I have yours?"

"Miss D, I will never tell anyone, but I will never 
forget you either!"

His passion became my own, and I fell in love with him 
at that instant. We showered each other with kisses and 
loving touches, and his eyes told me he loved me too.

We went back into the dressing room, and I began his 
transformation with what I hoped would be a "to die for" 
makeup job. While I was curling his lashes, he brought 
up the subject of the 'Little Sam' again.

"Miss D, that big dildo--the Professor made it, didn't 
he?"

"Yes, Jamie, he did."

"And I bet someone used it on him in here, right?"

"No Jamie....it was used on me." I looked unashamedly at 
his reflection in the mirror, and his eyes widened as he 
processed the implications.

"Oh Miss D, he must have hurt you with it!"

"Jamie, it was a she and it did hurt a little but it was 
a good hurt. I am able to take large objects like that--
it's something I've learned to do."

"Was she a real she or, you know.....?" 

I laughed, and said "What do you think?" He studied my 
face for a clue, and I was charmed at his uncertainty.

"I... think...she was a real she."

"Jamie, for all I know she could be pregnant with my 
baby after what happened here."

He contained himself for a moment and then burst out 
laughing. "Miss D, you really are the naughtiest person 
I've ever met!"

I started the makeup again, and he was quiet for a long 
time. "Miss D, if you don't mind telling, what did that 
big dildo feel like inside you?"

"Jamie, I'm told it feels a lot like a horse's penis, 
but I've never done that, so I don't know for sure."

"How did you get it to go so far in? I mean, it seems a 
person's shit would block the way. After all, I've seen 
shit all over the priests' cocks and on dildos nowhere 
near as big."

"Oh that's easy. You just flush it all out with big 
enemas beforehand. We have a special room to do that 
with here. Surely you've had enemas before?"

"Maybe as a baby or little kid. I can't even remember 
what it felt like. Miss D, would you give me an enema in 
the special room?"

(Would I?)

"Sure Jamie, but first let's finish what we started."

Knowing for certain that he had an aggressively growing 
kinky streak made me work even faster, but some things 
can't be hurried. Walking in the little 2" heels took 
him half an hour of practice, but he was quickly into 4" 
stilettos as if born on a catwalk.

He craved the white French bikini lace panties; they fit 
perfectly as well as the matching Wonder bra in Lycra 
with tiny pushup pads. He began to erect as he pulled on 
the nylons, and I showed him how the garter belt 
fastened them.

He wanted the blue and white pinafore, size dos un 
perfecto! The hem was 6" above his knee, and his shapely 
legs looked really good. Clip-on oval earrings 
complimented the fabulous Frederick's purple pixie 
length wig, which was darling on him.

I gave him the latest Revlon lipstick tone, hot pink. I 
touched up his cheek powder, patted him on the back, and 
moved him to the Spa mirror without comment and waited 
breathlessly for his reaction.

Never in a thousand years could I forget what happened 
next.

"I'm a Girl! My God, Miss D, you've made me a Girl!!" 

He certainly was, in every respect a girl, utterly 
transformed from the orphanage urchin I had first met.

In truth, he was unrecognizable. His high, countertenor 
voice even reinforced the image of a sexy young woman of 
about 16. He had become She, and She knew it! Suddenly I 
was Lestat, Ann Rices's vampire, and he was the neophyte 
Brad Pitt, who had just been converted forever!

A raging sense of power overwhelmed my senses until I 
looked deeply into his transfixed countenance--only then 
did I realize that I had merely transferred much of my 
power to this new creature, vastly more She/Male than I 
had ever hoped to be.

"On your knees, Miss D."

(This was no request, it was an Order...)

"Raise my dress and pull down my panties, then close 
your eyes and open your mouth."

I felt her hands behind my head, and then she fucked my 
mouth and throat furiously as she gazed rapturously and 
narcissistically into the mirror. My hands cupped each 
of her perfect asscheeks, and my face pressed deep into 
her, and her penis swelled and filled my throat. Sperm 
in thick hot wads flooded my throat, and she screamed 
and came again and again and again....



The new girl/boy sighed and shifted slightly against my 
shoulder and went on dreaming. As I awoke the light was 
dim in the Prof's bedroom, and I suddenly became 
intensely lonely for Him and wished he were there. How 
He would have enjoyed watching the metamorphosis of 
Jamie! By unspoken agreement, our first night together 
had been devoted almost exclusively to oral sex--his 
virgin mouth rape of me in the Spa turned him on so much 
it was all he wanted to do, and I was happy to indulge 
him.

Of course I should have known that the combination of 
his raging hormones and the sight of himself beyond his 
wildest dreams would send him out of control.
My previous description of his appearance really didn't 
do him justice--Jamie was stunning as a girl, not only 
passable, but utterly believable--a 'Crying Game' 
natural. For a moment I began to worry about the 
endgame--how in hell could he go back to the Home 
knowing what he knew about himself? 

The more I considered it, the more I became convinced 
that he had already thought it through and decided that 
a wild fling with me was worth the psychic pain of 
returning to his previous existence.

(Natural born thrill seeker, just like me...)

I pulled the sheets back and looked at him. His penis 
was half erect, and I could see tiny red abrasions on 
his glans left by the hundreds of strokes through my 
teeth and lips his five orgasms had taken. I had almost 
forgotten the surge of erotic energy when the dam breaks 
for a person his age and the addiction begins.

What a privilege he had given me!

He rolled over on his stomach and gave me a perfect view 
of his tiny bubble butt and lower back. I cupped one 
cheek and pulled it toward me, affording my first view 
of his hidden places. His hairless anus was dark pink 
with health, and the aperture was folded tightly. I 
touched it, and he opened his eyes.

I touched it again, pressed lightly and kissed the nape 
of his neck. He shivered and pressed back into me. With 
my other hand I found one of his nipples, and began 
tweaking and squeezing it until it erected.

How responsive he was...

I pulled the sheets back over us, and we drowsed 
together for another hour or so. When he got up to 
shower, I went to the kitchen and started coffee 
perking.
He came down wearing a two-piece hot pants set with 
matching halter and his platform EVAs. (Talk about get 
with the program....)

He kissed me on the mouth and said, "What do we do 
today, Miss D?"

"Still want the E Room, darling?", and he said yes.

We breakfasted out on the veranda on the opposite side 
from the Home. I suggested a fashion show, and he was 
thrilled to "catwalk" many of his new clothes outside in 
the crisp morning air. An inspiration hit me, and I 
grabbed the Prof's pro 35mm SLR and shot dozens of "high 
fashion" photos of him in one sexy outfit after another.

He loved it! Feminine even without a lot of makeup--just 
his wigs, hi-heels and dresses were enough to preserve 
the illusion of a "Dawson's Creek" high school hooker.


We spent fifteen or so minutes getting him used to the 
feel of my middle finger lubing and teasing his tiny 
asshole. At first he was scared, then it "tickled" him, 
and finally it began to "feel good". I patiently 
explained the process to him and, included what I 
thought he needed to know about the anatomy of his 
insides and the powerful hydraulic pressures he was 
about to feel.

"Do you want me to leave now?"

"I want you to stay and help me Miss D." (Oh yeah!)

After I restrained him, a slow feed put in the first two 
quarts, and not surprisingly his first "emergency". I 
turned on the showers and exhaust fans as his first load 
exploded against the far wall.

Jamie was utterly without self-consciousness as I forced 
in quarts and then gallons, which he spewed drainward in 
a torrent of enema fluid and excited grunts and squeals 
of alternate pressure and relief.

(And I thought I was uninhibited...)

Finally he was squirting clear spurts spotted only with 
a few blood filaments, which always marked the end of a 
cleansing cycle. I left him there to the final stages of 
cramping, and to contemplate the overall experience of 
being lovingly enema'd by me. 

I went into the Prof's study where I noticed the message 
light blinking on his Sharper Image Answer phone and 
punched the retrieve code. Hispanic woman's voice: "El 
hombre est  en apuro Federal grande. Vaya inmediatamente 
a la isla del  ngel. Vayamos!"

Big Federal Trouble on Angel Island! My Prof, what've 
they done to you?

END OF PART FIVE

Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly 
condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted 
sexual activities described herein. DB

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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