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Innocence Lost
by Lisa Raye (ray21862001@yahoo.com)
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Learning the hard way not to gamble, I was femenized
and forced to become my best friend's girlfriend by his
mother. I also became a sexual toy to his mom's lovers.
(MMm-teen, reluc, 1st-bi-expr, cd, smoking)
***
This is how I remember the summer that I was 14 years
old. Scott and I had been friends for the 6 months
since he moved to town with his divorced mother.
Although he had failed a grade and was almost 2 years
older than me, we always hit it off. We played sports
together and had gotten to be good friends.
Well, this particular summer my parents were going on a
second honeymoon and wanted me to stay with
grandparents. Scott invited me to stay with him. My
parents were hesitant since they didn't know Ms. Jones
(Scott's mother) very well. I begged and begged and
finally was given permission to stay at Scott's for the
two weeks.
Let me give you some background. I was 14 but I was
very innocent. I had never seen a girl naked. I wasn't
allowed to see "R" rated movies and had lived a pretty
sheltered life. I had started to notice some signs of
puberty coming on and had noticed my penis was erect
more and more often. Scott on the other hand had facial
hair and had grown to more than 6 inches taller than
me. I was around 5'6" and in very good shape.
The first day at Scott's was on a Friday. I had only
been at Scott's for an hour or so when his mom came
into the living room looking very sexy. She had on a
red leather mini dress with stockings and heels. She
had on more make-up than usual and looked very hot. She
announced that she would be back late and for us not to
get into trouble. She left and I asked Scott where she
was going. He told me that she went "clubbing” about 4
of 5 days a week. He also said that if she had a man
with her when she came home that I should be very quiet
and stay away from her bedroom. I made a note of that
and went back to watching whatever was on TV.
A little while later Scott and I began to rough house a
little and it soon turned into wrestling. I was smaller
but I was in pretty stong. I pinned him once or twice
and he could never seem to hold my shoulders down long
enough to win. He suggested we go wrestle on his mom's
king size bed. He said it would be softer than the
floor. I said sure and we were soon going at it on her
bed. After I pinned him a couple more times he became
somewhat mad and I started teasing him some. He kept
saying he would win the next one until finally I
responded by saying, "you wanna bet."
He looked at me for a minute and finally said we should
bet something. We finally decided that the stakes would
be something humiliating. After noticing the bra and
panties that his mom had taken off to get ready to go
out, we agreed that the loser would have to put on her
underwear and wear it while we ate supper. I am happy
to say that I won. I almost couldn't eat from laughing
so hard at Scott as he came into the dining room. While
eating our Pizza, Scott convinced me to give him a
chance to get even. I did notice that Scott's penis was
much bigger than mine as it pressed against the skimpy
panties.
We headed back to the bedroom for the next match and I
ask him what the stakes would be this time. He thought
for a moment and suggested that the loser should have
to wear the underwear plus a nightgown to bed that
night. I was a little scared but since he had kept his
word, I agreed.
I realized pretty quickly during the next match that
Scott had been holding back some. I worked hard but
after a very long match, Scott finally held my
shoulders down long enough to count to three out loud.
He was so happy to win and I was red with fear knowing
what I would have to do. Finally, about 11 o'clock he
said we should get ready for bed as his mom wouldn’t
want us to stay up too late. He helped me find a pink
nightie to wear with the pink underwear and he left me
to get changed.
I slowly undressed and pulled the panties on and then
began to put the bra on. I put my arms in but could not
reach around to attach the clasp. I was trying to see
my back in the mirror when I heard Scott's mom come
into the bedroom. She smiled and said, "Well, Well,
look at this." I quickly began cry and to tell her the
whole story.
She told me she understood and that it was right for me
to keep my word. She helped me with the bra by showing
me how to spin it around to clasp it and the spin it
back to put my arms through. She then helped me with
the nightie which fell to about my thighs and I
realized that she and I were about the same height. She
then handed me two pair of socks and told me to put one
in each cup of the bra so that I would not collapse and
wrinkle her bra. I did as asked and headed to Scott's
room. We were to sleep in his full size bed together.
Scott whistled as I walked toward the bed. I got under
the covers just as Scott's mom entered the room. She
said she felt sorry for me and that I should be given a
chance to get out of the deal. Scott asked what she had
in mind. She suggested another wrestling match. I asked
what the stakes would be. She said that, since Scott
was bigger, that she thought it would be fair to say
that if I won Scott would have to wear the nightie.
However, that Scott should have to win in 3 minutes or
less to win the bet.
Scott was furious at first and finally said he would
agree only if I would have to let his mom dress me as a
girl for the entire two weeks if I lost. He quickly
said that this included hair, nails and make-up. I
became scared and began to say no but Scott’s sexy
mother began to convince me that I could make it 3
minutes without being pinned. I finally agreed and we
got on the bed to begin with me still wearing the
nightie.
Needless to say, it took Scott about 30 seconds to pin
me on my back and as he sat on my chest he began to
humiliate me by telling me that I was going to be a
great live-in girlfriend for two weeks. He then pulled
his boxers to one side and I was horrified to see his
dick swing down and nearly hit my nose as he laughed
out loud. He held me there for a while letting he fat
prick lay across my tightly closed lips. He had to be
twice as big as me and he wasn’t even hard yet.
I began to cry and Ms. Jones finally got Scott off of
me and sent him to his room. She seemed to feel sorry
for me but at the same time she was petting me and
consoling me she appeared to be enjoying my dilemma.
She told me that everything would be okay and that we
should make the best of it. She then stated that she
had always missed having a daughter to dress up and
teach the ways of womanhood to. I didn’t like the joke
and she just continued to hold me against her breasts
patting my head. After a while, we all went to bed and
I fell asleep wondering what I had gotten myself into.
The next morning Ms. Jones woke me up and had me get
out of bed without waking Scott. We went to the living
room and I quickly remember my condition as I felt the
tightness of the bra and the soft touch of the baby-
doll night gown. Once in the living room, she lit a
cigarette and began explaining that most of her clothes
would fit me but that we would need to go to the store
to get some items. She said that she was looking
forward to these two weeks and that, if I would tried,
I would have fun also.
I told her that I would pay off my debt but that it
would not be fun. She realized that I was very upset
and asked if I had ever smoked. I told her that I had
not. She suggested that I try one of hers saying it
might help calm my nerves. I decided to give it a try.
She handed me one of these long white Virginia Slim 120
cigarettes. I had not been around many that smoked so I
copied Ms. Jones in how I held it as she lit it. I
coughed a few times but after taking several drags off
of it I began to inhale it without it burning my nose
and making me cough. I also realized that it did seem
to calm me somewhat.
After we smoked, she told me I shouldn’t smoke anymore
for a while as it might make me sick. I agreed since I
was starting to feel a little buzz. We went to her bed
room where she had already some clothes for me. There
was a pair of white Capri pants and a pink sweater.
There was also fresh underwear set out and a pair of
pantyhose. The bra and panty set were white silk. I
must have hesitated for a while staring at the clothes
and Ms. Jones finally shook me a little and said that I
should shower.
She started the water in her bathroom and showed me a
bottle of shampoo and a bottle of body wash. She said
the body wash was great but that I should lather it and
put all over my body except for my face. Then I should
wash my hair and face with the shampoo before rinsing
everything off. I wasn’t sure why it was such a big
deal but I complied.
I realized quickly that the body was strong. I could
feel it tingling my skin as I washed my hair. As I
rinsed off, I noticed that all of the hair on my legs
was falling off and going down the drain. I became
scared and noticed that the hair around my genitals and
my arms rinsed away also. I quickly dried off, wrapped
a towel around me and walked out to tell Ms. Jones what
had happened. She calmly told me that it was a hair
removal body wash and that it was necessary because the
hair on my legs would have been trouble for me as I
wore the pantyhose. I realized that nothing could be
done now and accepted it.
Ms. Jones had me drop my towel and without even
noticing my nakedness began to put some powder all over
my body. I noticed it had a very feminine scent but
felt good on my burning skin. She then told me to put
on the panties and bra. I did this task with ease this
time and was glad to cover my naked body. Next, Ms
Jones showed me how to put on the pantyhose. They were
tight but felt very smooth on my hairless legs. She
told me to tuck my penis firmly between my legs just
before pulling the hose up to my waist.
Looking down, I saw no evidence of my being a man. I
pulled the Capri pants on and put a white, shiny belt
on and fastened it. Ms. Jones then handed me a white
tank top silky shirt she called a camisole. She said it
would help hide my bra and it would feel good between
me and the sweater which I put on next. I put the socks
back in my bra and then was instructed to sit at her
vanity. She had me sit facing away from the mirror and
proceeded to put all kind of make-up on me. The colors
seemed to me very light instead of the bright reds she
had worn the night before.
After she had put a liquid make-up on me and brushed my
cheeks with some kind of brush, wrote with a pencil on
my eyes and lips, brushed my eyelids and put lipstick
on me she said she was done. Before I could turn
around, she placed a wig on my head. She said she had
several to go with her different moods. This one was
straight bangs and hair that fell to my shoulders. It
was about my hair color. She attached several bobby
pins between the wig and my own hair. She then placed
clip-on earrings on my ears. She backed away and seemed
so proud of her work.
She let me turn around and I was amazed to see a very
pretty teenage girl in the mirror. I couldn’t believe
how pretty I was. She broke my trance by telling me
that we would stop by the nail salon while we were out
shopping. I told her I had not intention of leaving the
house dressed that way. She told me I had no choice. I
had to go with her or she would call my parents and
have me picked up by my grandparents.
I looked around and realized all my clothes from the
night before were gone. She told me that I would keep
my word about my bet or I would leave wearing exactly
what I had on. I realized my state and began to cry
again only to have Ms. Jones tell me to stop as it
would ruin my make-up. She had me slip on some white
casual shoes that had a one inch heel and said, “Let’s
go eat."
I could hear my heels clicking as we went into the
kitchen to eat breakfast and Scott had gotten up and
was already eating. His mouth fell open and he never
said a word. I was mad and said nothing to him. I
didn’t really feel like eating so I sat at the table as
Scott and Ms. Jones ate. Scott stared at me the whole
time as he finished his cereal.
I began to notice how my legs felt as they rubbed
together with the hose on. I also felt how
uncomfortable my penis felt trapped between my legs
held in place by the hose. After she finished eating,
Ms. Jones lit a cigarette and asked if I needed
another. I told her I did. I took one as before and
held it as she lit it. I remember how weird it felt
seeing my own lipstick print on the cigarette after my
taking my first drag.
Ms. Jones told Scott that she and I were going out
shopping for the day and would be back later. On the
way out the door, she handed me a white purse and said
everything I might need was inside. I pulled the strap
over my shoulder just as I heard a click sound.
I turned to see Scott clicking off a second photo. He
said he wanted a picture of his hot girlfriend and
laughed as he went down the hall. Ms. Jones and I
walked on to the car with me not knew what was in store
for me that day and the next two weeks.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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