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Your name will be Pamela
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)
***
A domineering divorced mother had always been
disappointed in her weakling son. In general she
didn't like men and began to form her son's
personality toward things feminine until one day...
(Fdom/m-teen, tg, cd, mc)
***
"But mother, I can't lift it. It's just too heavy."
"Oh, for Heaven's sake, can't you do anything?" She
carried the garbage can out and made me feel like two
cents as usual.
"I don't know why I have to do everything around here.
What good are you? You can't fix anything, you can't
lift anything, and you're no help at cleaning or
washing," she complained.
"Oh mother, please. I'll help you clean the house if
that is want you want."
"Well, it isn't exactly what I would expect of a boy,
but maybe we can arrange it so you'll feel more
comfortable doing housework. You don't seem to be able
to do any man's work around here."
Mother was right. I wasn't big and strong and I really
never had any masculine training from my father
because he was never home. So I developed into a
rather shy, introverted young man without goals or
purpose other than to get out from under my mother's
apron strings and constant criticism. But what she had
in store for me was beyond my wildest dream.
I came home from school right after the last class, as
usual, the next day to do homework. But, I wasn't
prepared for what happened the minute I got inside the
door. Mother greeted me with, "I'm glad you're home,
Prunella. From now on we are starting a new work
schedule. You'll find your housework clothes on your
bed."
Prunella? Work clothes? What in the world was she
talking about?
I went to my room to find the most grotesque looking
clothing on the bed I had ever seen. A black flannel
dress, black cotton slip and bloomers, and black
cotton stockings with something I couldn't even
describe to hold them up, and black Mary Jane shoes, I
became nauseous, I was so afraid of what was about to
happen. But I gathered my courage and went out to face
my mother.
"I'm not going to wear those clothes. I'm a boy,
and..."
WHACK!!
I received a slap across the face that sent me
reeling. "You ARE going to wear those clothes, and you
ARE going to do the housework around here from now on.
AND anything else I want you to do, Prunella. You're
no more boy than I am. Maybe I can make a decent girl
out of you with some proper training. Now, get
moving!"
I retreated to my room, terrified. I knew that she
wasn't kidding, and while she could be nice at times,
she could also be terrible when angered. What was I
going to do? I looked at the awful clothes and
shuddered, but decided I had better put them on. I
didn't need any more slaps, and besides, I thought no
one will see me in them except mother. That thought
almost brought tears to my eyes.
What kind of boy was I that caused his own mother to
embarrass him by putting him in a dress! I was beside
myself as I stripped and dressed in the "almost"
feminine attire. The mirror revealed something right
out of Dickens, and I had to wonder why she had chosen
this garb to humiliate me with.
When mother saw me coming out of my room she had to
choke back a laugh, and I thought she might relent,
but, no way. She gave me instructions of what she
wanted done and how to do it and away I went with dust
mop and broom and gloomy thoughts of my future.
From then on I had to dress in my "ugly ducking"
clothes when I got home from school, do my chores, and
stay dressed as Prunella until I went to bed. I didn't
know what mother's plan was, but I knew that she had
one. One that I wouldn't like.
One day after arriving home and donning my maids
outfit, Mother said, "Today instead of your usual
chores, we are going shopping. I think it is about
time you learned something about groceries and how to
pick them out. You'll be a great help to me when you
can do the shopping yourself." I was delighted to get
out of cleaning. "Wait, I'll change my clothes."
"That won't be necessary, dear, you can go as
Prunella." The blood drained from my face. "But,
Mother, ..." "No buts, you'll go as Prunella!" "But, I
can't ..." WHACK! The slap brought tears to my eyes.
I could hardly breathe as we walked to the shopping
center. My heart was in my throat and I couldn't look
to my left or right. What would I do if any of my
friends saw me? I was glad to finally get inside the
grocery store, but as we entered, two cute girls,
about my age, walked by. One was wearing a pretty
dress, and nylons and heels, and the other had on a
sheer blouse that showed off her slip, skirt, nylons
and bobby socks and loafers.
They both stopped to stare for a moment before
starting to giggle and I heard one say to the other,
"I wonder if she is wearing black cotton bloomers."
Then they both howled with laughter.
I started to faint, but mother caught me and I said,
"Please Mother, I can't stand it. I'll do anything you
ask, but please get me out of these clothes."
"All right, dear. But let's finish our shopping and
we'll go home and talk about it." I was trying to
shrink into the ground before we got home.
As we put our groceries away, I begged her not to make
me go out dressed as I was again. "I think that can be
arranged dear, if you promise to be a good girl and do
as mother says. I know what is best for you and I
expect to be obeyed.
I waited for the ax to fall.
"Would you like to be dressed like those two pretty
little girls we saw in the grocery store?"
"But... Why can't I..."
"Now, see Prunella, I'm trying to be nice. Do you want
to go on wearing the clothes you have on?"
I knew I couldn't win. "No mother."
"Will you be the obedient daughter that I would like
you to be?" N
ow I knew the plan. That's why she dressed me so
terribly. She wanted an easy acceptance to be out of
those awful clothes. "Yes Mother,"
"We'll go shopping tomorrow for your new clothes. And
you won't be going by the name of Prunella. Your name
will be Pamela, a name that I had picked out for you
before you were born."
I couldn't believe she was serious, she actually
wanted to turn me into a girl. But, I thought I had
better go along with the act, at least until I could
change things, and at that point I was determined to
change things. I wasn't about to become a girl. After
I left home, I would change right back to a man again.
I was never so mortified in my life, the day. Mother
took me shopping and held up slips and panties to see
how they would look and fit. She continually asked me
what colors I preferred and how much lace trim I
liked. I was exhausted when we finally got home, but
mother insisted I dress in my new clothes right after
we put them away in the bureau and closet that used to
hold my boy's clothes. I wondered if I would ever see
them again.
As we laid the silken garments away, I was told to
keep the items aside that I wanted to wear, so I did,
and as we finished hanging up the last dress, my bed
was filled with a lovely pink nylon slip, and panty
set, bra, girdle, nylons, and blouse and skirt. Mother
said I should also wear heels in order to get used to
them.
After I showered she helped me dress, and then made up
my face. Then she gave me the surprise of my life, a
beautiful little blonde wig that she said I should
wear until my own hair grew out. I must admit that it
changed my whole appearance and I wasn't too unhappy
with what I saw in the mirror.
In fact, the vision caused my penis to swell to the
point that I thought my panty girdle would burst. It
was hard to believe that I was giving myself a hard-
on. I wondered, was it possible that I would be giving
other boys a hard-on? Would they want to screw me? The
thought sent chills through me and I felt the dampness
in my panties.
"Pamela, you look lovely. You're going to be a
beautiful girl. Do you like your new look?"
"Uh, yes, mother. The clothes look very nice on me and
I love my wig." I decided I would go along and do
whatever she asked, just to pamper her, because I knew
it was only temporary, and I could be a boy again
soon.
Or so I thought.
"But mother, what are we going to do about school? I
have one more year to go and I can't go dressed as a
girl."
"I've already thought of that, and next week you'll be
starting private school, a girl's school and I've
arranged everything."
Sure enough, the next week, I was introduced to the
head mistress as Pamela Stevens, and mother and Dr.
Brown (our family doctor) had arranges everything, so
my last year of high school would be spent as a girl
at a girl's school.
I had spent the entire week before going to school
learning how to walk, talk, sit, stand and act in a
totally feminine manner. Mother has even taken the
precaution of making sure that I took special "vitamin
pills" every morning and night. She said they would
help me with complexion problems.
So I didn't have a lot of problems fitting in except
with all the questions that the girls kept asking me
about feminine things, like, did I have a boyfriend,
etc.
Things seemed to be going pretty well after a couple
of months, and I thought I would be able to last out
the year in spite of my friends trying to constantly
fix me up with their brothers and friends of
boyfriends. None of them had ever seen me with a boy,
and I knew that two of my best friends were beginning
to worry about me. But, I tried to justify it through
having a hard mother.
**
One day after getting home from school, Mother said,
"Honey, I understand that the big school dance is next
month. You are planning on going, aren't you? I hate
to see you being alone so much."
"Why no mother, I don't plan to go and have to dance
with BOYS!"
"Why not dear? You are a lovely girl now, you know."
"Mother! You know I'm not. I'm just pretending."
"Honey, have you noticed any difference in your body
in the last few months?" I had noticed and I was
getting very worried about it. My breasts were
enlarging and together with my padded bras, I was
really beginning to stand out. And my hips were
different. Wider. And my peach fuzz had disappeared
completely.
"Why yes, I have mother, and I don't understand it.
What's happening to me?"
"Dear, you are just beginning to blossom into a true
young lady, and I think it's time for you to act like
one. I want you to go to the dance. Your friend Mary
told me about it and how they have been trying to fix
you up with dates, time and again."
"But mother..."
"No buts, young lady. You are going to the dance. And
I guess I should let you know, those vitamin pills you
have been taking are actually female hormones. You are
well on your way to womanhood."
"Mother, you wouldn't! You can't do this to me. It's
not right..."
"It is right. You've never been masculine. Not ever.
So the next best thing is to be completely feminine.
And I'm going to see to it that you are. Complete with
an operation to change your sex in a year or two!"
I was devastated. I couldn't believe it. She had won.
Now I couldn't change back after school to the man I
wanted to be. I was going to be a girl... FOREVER!
My mother was going to get her way, as usual.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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