Forced into being Stephanie

It was even in the national newspapers. "Schoolboy becomes
schoolgirl". Danny Elliott a classmate of mine from my previous school had
been exposed by a national newspaper. He had always been very feminine and
people were always calling him a sissy boy. And when Ricky Savage had found
him wearing girls panties in the changing rooms life for Danny had become
pretty miserable. That is when the real bullying started. That wasn't my
style. Don't get me wrong. I hated the freak. He just didn't make the
effort to fit in. So after the holidays when the head teacher announced to
the school that Dannie was now Danielle, yes we were surprised but not
especially shocked.

Danielle was of course increasing bullied. You don't just change sex at the
age of 16 and expect everyone to accept it. Most of the abuse wasn't
physical but occasionally stuff was chucked at him and most people were
fairly sure that Ricky Savage had been beating him up although Danielle
never told anyone who was doing it.

Anyway here is the coincidence that led to this whole strange
affair. Excuse the pun. Mum had a new job the other side of London. Since
Dad had left, money had been tight and apparently the new job would mean
more money, a new flat and even separate room for my elder sister, Lucy,
and me (I'm James by the way). But this meant that we had to move schools
at the end of term. I wasn't too impressed by the idea of changing
schools. I was pretty popular in the last school and even kept wicket for
the colts cricket team (I am pretty short so this leads to a life of hooker
in the rugby scrum and wicket keeper in the cricket team. I always wanted
to be goalkeeper in the soccer team but no chance at my height). Anyway,
the new term started. The school was one of the government's new
progressive schools. A looser curriculum, less traditional sports, a larger
focus on social education etc etc. No school uniforms on Mondays or Fridays
either. So as I turned up in jeans and a shirt (mum insisted on the shirt),
I was more than a little surprised to spot Danielle in the school yard at
lunchtime. I was trying to make friends with a bunch of guys in my
class. And there was Danielle Elliott, in a yellow knee length dress,
ponytail clipped back, the other side of the yard. He looked just like a
girl and on one else would realise his secret unless he chose to tell them,
but it was definitely Danielle Elliott.

"Hey guys" I blurted out, "That girl over there used to be a guy at my old
school. He now dresses as a girl. What a freak". My sister explained to me
that evening that Danielle's bullying had become so bad that his parents
decided to put him in a different school. The guys thought it was really
funny and soon were surrounding Danielle and teasing him. I guess I felt
guilty at that point. In any case I regretted telling them. I hadn't even
given my comment much thought. Looking back I think it is because I was
trying to impress the guys I had just met. And it slowly dawned on me that
my one comment had probably ruined Danielle's chances of fitting into the
school.

Now, I am not a bad pupil. Sure I clown around a bit and have spent more
than my fair share of time in detention, but I wouldn't call myself a bad
pupil. But as I walked into the headmasters study that afternoon, the first
day at my new school the severity of my actions finally began to sink in as
I saw my mother present also. She looked so disappointed. I won't bore you
with all the emotional dressing down I received from the headmaster. But he
was furious that I had caused problems for Danielle. Danielle's true
identity was supposed to have been a secret, at least until he had fitted
into the school. And I had ruined the plan.

"Your mother and I have discussed you punishment at great length. You must
learn that your actions have consequences young man. And you must learn
that to be a afraid of teasing and bullying is one of the worst things that
can happen to a person. Margaret..."

That's my mum. "Yes headmaster, I support you 100% on this. James needs to
learn a proper lesson and I can only thank you for not expelling him"

"Expelling? What? Just for telling the truth?" I blurted out.

"Relax" the headmaster said, "you are not being expelled. But your response
reiterates again you lack of social understanding"

"You wont be expelled if you accept your punishment James", my mother
added. "You are to come to school for the rest of the year dressed as a
girl, just like Danielle. The headmaster and I are both in agreement that
this is the best thing for you."

Mum was in tears by this point. She was clearly upset, and I wrongly
assumed at the time that it was because of the nature of my punishment. In
fact, as my sister also explained to me that evening it was because of the
shame and embarrassment I had caused her. And her disappointment in me.

Again, I wont bore you with the details of the rest of the meeting in the
headmasters office. There were lots of statements made by the headmaster
and Mum about "learning tolerance" and "respect for others". As you can
expect, I flatly refused to accept the punishment. Mum cried some more. I
started crying. The headmaster reminded me of the threat of expulsion. Mum
cried even more. And an hour later I was on my way home. Officially
expelled.

And expelled I remained for a further two hours. Two hours of emotional
blackmail from my mother telling me that her job was at risk. My sisters
place in the school was at risk. My future was at risk.

"How can you be so selfish" she kept on saying. And eventually I
agreed. Phone calls were made and my expulsion was downgraded to a week's
suspension on the understanding that I returned dressed as a girl. I was
exhausted. The longest day of my life and one of the most emotional. Well,
at least up until that point.

As I awoke and the memory of the previous day dawned on me again I was at
least relieved that I had a week off school. A small benefit I guess. My
sister was just leaving for school as I went downstairs. My mother was
sitting at the breakfast table.

"Hi Mum" I said sheepishly.

"Right, get some breakfast down you. We have a busy week ahead of us" she
said.

"Why? I don't have to be back at school until next Monday" I replied.

"Yes, next Monday which only gives us 6 days to get you ready for your
first day at school as a girl."

"Come on Mum, do we have to think about that today?"

"Yes we do James" mum replied sternly "I spoke to the headmaster again this
morning. The boys who were teasing Danielle have all been expelled. It was
unfortunate but to keep her secret safe it was necessary. You are only
allowed to remain because you will dress like a school girl."

"So they refused to dress as girls?" I asked, suddenly embarrassed for
accepting the punishment".

"On the contrary. They were not offered that deal. They are too well known
at school and they would have been instantly recognised. You, however, can
slip back into school in a week as a girl and the only person who will give
you away is yourself... well or Danielle. So I suggest you be nice to her."

"So no one will know I am a guy?" I quickly asked, somewhat
relieved. Finally some good news.

"Like I said, James. That is up to you. You have to make sure no one knows
you are a boy. And that is why we have lots of work to do this week. By
Monday morning when you get on the school bus you have to be a pretty young
girl joining a new school. You will be nervous but that is
expected. Anyway, girls are always very nervous when they join new
schools."

Mum then sat me down and explained how I had to start acting as a girl. I
would have to do this 24 hours a day so that I would not let my guard down
at any time. I would even have to read girls magazines and make my room
look like a girls. No evidence of my past life could exist.

"After all", mum reminded me, "you are in the same boat as Danielle
now. And if you get caught then you risk getting teased at best, beaten up
at worst.

That was a sobering thought. I was going to have to resign myself to a life
as a girl for the next 6 months. And deep down I know that I had to do my
very best to not be discovered. The shame of being exposed would be too
much.

Mum then explained that my sister Lucy had not gone to school today. Mum
had called her in sick. It was the headmasters idea actually. Lucy had gone
shopping for new clothes for me.

"There is so much to buy" Mum told me "you have no idea. Lucy will be gone
most of the day. In the meantime I want you to go upstairs and have a
bath. You don't have any body hair so we don't have to worry about that,
but I still want you to make sure you are well moisturised after your bath
and I also want you to put some of Lucy perfume behind your ears and on
your wrists. I think it will help you get into the mood and act more
feminine. The smell will be a constant reminded in the first few days that
you are a girl. So James, go into the bathroom as my son and come out as my
daughter, OK."

I was so embarrassed. I could not even look Mum in the eyes. She could
sense my awkwardness.

"James my darling. Lucy and I talked this morning about how you must
feel. Please don't be embarrassed. Lucy and I will do our bests to make you
feel OK. And that is why we are going to treat you as my daughter. After
all it is only embarrassing for boys dress like girls. If you are a girl
then it is not embarrassing, right?"

She sort of made a certain amount of sense. Mum hugged me, kissed me on the
cheek and then sent me up to the bathroom.

By the time I came out mum was waiting for me on the landing upstairs.

"There you are young lady" she smiled. "Come on, lets go into Lucy's
room. There is nothing you need in your old room.

I smiled back at Mum nervously, following her into Lucy's bedroom. Lucy's
bedroom was the usual 17 year old's room. Lots of pink. Piles of teddy
bears. A lot tidier than my room and posters of boy bands on the walls.

"Now, lets start slowly, OK." Mum said" "We don't have to squeeze you into
a prom dress right away! Just sit here next to me and we can chat."

I was wearing Lucy's pink dressing gown that Mum had left out for me in the
bathroom. Mine was gone. I sat down and Mum turned to face me.

"Actually I have to admit I am quite excited" Mum said to my surprise "it
is like I have another daughter. I think if we try hard this might be quite
fun. Now. Firstly you are probably wondering what your new name is. After
all James not exactly a suitable name for my second daughter. I have given
it a lot of thought and I think Stephanie is a pretty name. What do you
think?"

How was I supposed to answer that? What did I think of the name
Stephanie. Deep down I was repulsed by the idea of being a Stephanie but I
knew that I needed a girls name. So I paused for a second and thought to
myself what would I like to be called if I was a girl.

"Stephanie sounds pretty good Mum" I said.

"And your middle name is Jasmine. I have always loved that name."

Mum pretty much had the whole day planned for me. She started by discussing
Lucy's bedroom. She pointed out things that I had never even noticed. The
little details that made a girls room pretty I guess. The little perfume
bottles. The jewellery draped over the pink mirror. Mum asked me how I
wanted my room decorated? Again, I knew what was needed. I had to think
what a girl would want. I couldn't even say I didn't care. If I was going
to survive the next 6 months than everything had to be convincing. Mum,
almost reading my mind, said "It is important you decide Stephanie. If you
cant decide then I think this will all fail. Try hard to imagine yourself
as a 16 year old girl decorating her room. It is an exciting time for
girls. So delve deep inside you. Image you are an excited girl and decide
what you would like."

"Pink" I said, slightly shocked at myself. "I want pink wall paper. And I
like Lucy's dressing table. It is very neat and pretty. I think Stephanie
would like that."

I had called myself Stephanie. Mum had noticed it too. I have thought a lot
about that. Not about that one time but I called myself in the third person
a lot over the next few days. It was sort of a distancing strategy I
guess. A way of being Stephanie but not being Stephanie. I could tell Mum
was OK with it. She understood the adjustment I was going through.

We stayed in Lucy's room for most of the morning. Mum showed my all Lucy's
clothes and when Lucy would wear them . It seemed everything in Lucy's
closet had a specific purpose.

"This is a pretty summer dress. Lucy wears this usually at weekends or if
we are going out to a picnic. See? It is quite short. It shows off a lot of
leg so would not be suitable for other occasions. These are Lucy's
jeans. She has three pairs. These are her everyday jeans that will go with
everything. But these tighter jeans with the sequins on would only be worn
when she is going out in the evening."

Mum went on explaining everything to me. How Lucy's different skirts went
with different tops and even her school clothes. She would occasionally ask
me what I thought of an item and I would think for a second or two,
reminding myself what I had to do. "Stephanie likes that" or "Stephanie
things that skirt clashes a bit with that top".

Eventually we got to Lucy's knicker draw. "We wont look in here
Stephanie. It is Lucy's private draw. But we can go though mine. Anyway, I
have a wider selection."

Mum led me through to her room. As she laid out her lingerie on the bed I
recognised a few things from the laundry basket. Other items looked less
familiar and a lot sexier. Mum explained when she wore different
underwear. Her g-strings were in case she was wearing tight skirts or
trousers to avoid panty lines. Her cotton briefs were for everyday use as
they were so comfortable and easy. "And besides Stephanie would want to
take care of her best lingerie by not using it everyday."

"Why is it special?" I asked mum. "is it because it is sexy looking?"

"Well yes Stephanie, sometimes a girl likes to feel special and sexy. And
you can walk around all day in sexy undies and it is a girl's little
secret. Which ones do you think are sexiest?"

I looked over the wide selection laid out on the bed. "I think these are"
picking up a very lacy pair of black panties.

"Yes they are sexy aren't they. Maybe we can get a pair like that for
Stephanie one day"

I blushed when my Mum said that realising that soon I would be wearing
girls panties and ever sexy lingerie.

"Right, time for lunch young lady" Mum blurted out.

"Wait" I quickly said. "What sort of lingerie does Lucy wear?" I asked

"Ah!" exclaimed Mum "well Lucy loves Lingerie. But she always wears lacy
lingerie. It drives me made. Why she can't just wear simple cotton panties
occasionally I don't know. Right, downstairs for lunch, OK?"

"What should I wear?" I asked, still standing in my sisters dressing
gown. Actually I had been preparing myself for getting dressed up this
morning as a girl. But time had flown past just discussing girls
things. The practical lesson hadn't even started. One part of me was
relieved I wouldn't have to embarrass myself in front on Mum but another
part of me was disappointed that I hadn't seen what Stephanie would look
like yet. I mean it is quite a big thing, right? I was going to spend 6
months living as Stephanie and I didn't even know if she would look pretty
or convincing or sweet or silly.

"What would you like to wear for lunch?" asked mum, bouncing the question
back to me.

"Well I don't have any clothes yes" I replied. "Should I wear my old
clothes?"

"Why don't you just come down as you are? You can get dressed when Lucy
gets back"

Lunch was a light affair. Mum prepared a chicken salad. "It is going to be
important to keep your figure Stephanie. The slimmer you are the less like
James you will look. And no more heavy exercising. A girl should be slender
no muscular."

After lunch Mum continued the tour of a girls life. She showed me shoes and
handbags. Wow what a complicated area. I never realised so much thought
went into just getting ready to go out for a girl. But I could sort of
understand it. So much choice for a girl meant that more time had to be
spent picking what was right for the occasion. And I could finally see why
girls spent so much time thinking about clothes. They really could make you
look and feel different depending on what you were wearing.

Lucy came back about 3pm. She had bags of shopping and I was surprisingly
excited to see what she had gotten me. Now, I better tell you a little bit
about my sister. My mum is your standard run of the mill generic mum but
Lucy was stunning and a bit wild. She was one of those annoying people that
aced all her classes without doing any work. Just naturally smart. And she
spent most of her time clowning around with her friends and hanging out
with her many new boyfriends.

Anyway, as part of an obviously prearranged plan Mum said she was off to do
some more shopping and I was left at home with Lucy. Lucy was immediately
more dominant and soon let me know what was in store for me the rest of the
day. No gently approach with her. "Stephanie, we are going to have so much
fun today. A couple of sisters trying on clothes. Haha, you didn't think I
just bought clothes for you did you? We can try them all on together. But
you first cos I just bought you loads of lovely sexy underwear. I know
Stephanie will love how feminine it all makes her feel. After that we will
try on a few outfits. We are the same size so that's even more fun
sharing. And then when mum gets back she will teach you all about
makeup. Apparently I can't do that bit cos Mum says my makeup always look a
bit slutty. Don't tell her sis but the guys love it. Right, strip off and
lets see what you look like in these"

Lucy was holding up the smallest pink g-string I had ever seen.

"Wow" I said "it is so tiny? Hardly seems worth putting on."

"Oh, but it is. It will make you feel so sexy. Here try..."

She handed it to me and I turned around as I put on the g-string. I have to
admit it did feel very sexy, the thin lacy running up my legs.

"Turn around" Lucy squealed in excitement.

I turned around but was shy that the excitement of the moment had made me
have sort of an erection. I don't have a huge cock. In fact it is a little
on the shy side. But my cock was clearly swollen and sticking out of my
silky g-string which clearly was not designed with one of those in mind.

"So sexy!" Lucy said. "And wow, what a small willy you have" she teased. I
instantly blushed in embarrassment. "Really, I don't think any of the guys
I ever date have such a small one. Haha, maybe tucked away in a pair of
panties is the best place for it" she laughed.

"But it sticks out Lucy." I complained, still blushing "Can I hide it?"

"Of course, silly. Here, drop your panties. Now you have to squat down a
bit and push the whole lot between your legs. I read this on the internet
this morning. I thought we might have a small problem...small indeed!" She
continued to taunt me. "No, not like that. Come here."

To add to my shame my sister was now cupping my small penis in her hands
and arranging it between my legs. I felt my balls retreat into my body
cavity. It felt very uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about that" Lucy said, sensing my discomfort "The website said
you get used to it. Now clamp your legs together. There, see? All gone."

I looked down and saw a perfectly flat groin. I slipped the panties back
on.

"It will only stay back there Stephanie if you keep your legs clamped. But
don't worry. I got you a gaff which is like a thick pair of panties that
keeps it all back there. I just thought you might like to try it au
naturale so you could feel the lovely lacy against your new girly pussy"

She was giggling again.

My lesson with Lucy continues for most of the afternoon. She explained to
me how Mum and her were going to have very different roles in my
training. They had discussed it and it had been decided that Lucy would
monitor my everyday training, all the really personal stuff while Mum
provided moral, emotional and the financial support to buy my new wardrobe.

"Mum was great this morning" I told Lucy. "I was so embarrassed in front of
Mum but she didnt push it too much at all. And I am so glad you are going
to help me. But will there be much embarrassing stuff this week?" I asked.

"Oh my poor sis?" Lucy giggled. "You were so shy then just when I was
helping you get dressed. And that is an everyday sister thing to help each
other with. Listen, lets make a pact. Not only are we sisters this week but
we are going to be best friends as well. You will have to removal all
thoughts of our past relationship as my Brother. What do you think? Can you
manage it? Would Stephanie find that easier?"

"Yes" I replied, smiling. My sister was being so supportive. I instantly
felt better.

"And best friends keep secrets, Stephanie. Even from Mum. Won't that be
better. So you wont have to worry about me telling mum every little detail
about your training. Won't that be less embarrassing?"

"Definitely" I smiled. I felt a huge sense of relief and for the first time
in ages felt really close to my sister.

"So how are we going to seal our new friendship?" Lucy asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied confused.

"Well it is like a secret pact. We should seal our bond in blood or
something."

I wasn't sure if she was joking. She was about the blood but not about the
pact.

"How about we share an intimate secret with each other?" Lucy said.

"OK, that's sounds good. You go first." I said, having no idea what secret
I could possibly say. I didn't even have any secrets.

"Well, let me think." Lucy started. "Well last weekend I gave Philip a blow
job."

"Wow" I replied, totally shocked that my sister did such things. I assumed
a little kissing on a Friday night was the most she had done with a guy.

"Wait", interrupted Lucy. That is not the secret. Haha, that is just usual
boring stuff. The secret is that when he came in my mouth I drank all his
cum. THAT is the secret. It was my first time." Lucy giggled coyly.

I was dumbstruck. I could not believe that my sister was telling me such
things. But my shock helped me get over my embarrassment of my situation.

"Three questions" Lucy said. "As part of the pact you must ask me three
questions about my secret ok?"

"Hmm" I thought "So, what did it taste like? I mean was it nasty?"

"Well I thought it would be" said Lucy, "But actually it was quite
yummy. It was quite salty but didn't taste bad at all. The difficult bit
was when Philip came. It spurted quite hard and shot down the back of my
throat."

"Wow" I said "Wow...ummm...OK, how many guys have you given blowjobs?" I
enquired.

"Lots and lots" squealed Lucy. "You know what Stephanie I just love giving
blow jobs. Even more than sex I think".

"You have had sex?" I exclaimed.

"Of course, but blow jobs are so much more personal. There is something
very submissive but at the same time powerful about sucking some hunks
cock. Last question?"

"Hmm...when did you have sex?" I asked.

"Oh, you can't ask that. That isn't a question about my secret. You have to
ask me about blow jobs."

"Hmm..." I thought some more. Actually I had a lot of questions I wanted to
ask about blow jobs. I have of course never had one but it was such an
interesting topic. "OK, Lucy, tell me what you like best about sucking
Philips cock, except him cumming?"

The intimacy of the question went straight over my head. The question just
seemed so natural. Two friends asking each other personal stuff.

"That's easy", replied Lucy. I like to kneel in front of Philip and look up
into his eyes as I lick his cock. It is really quite large. Not just long
but thick as well. Much larger than yours Stephanie. And I like to lick the
tip of his cock as I play with his balls. He loves that and it makes me
feel so sexy doing it."

I gulped. I was clearly getting aroused by all this sexy talk. I make sure
my legs were kept closely clamped together to make sure my lacy pink
g-string didn't get any more bulges.


"OK, your turn" Lucy said. "What dirty sordid things have you gotten up to,
young lady?" She was leaning in waiting for my response.

"Well, you know when Mum was really upset a few years ago about losing that
ten pound note? Well I took it." I said, happy to have finally gotten it
off my chest.

"Don't be silly, Stephanie. That is not a secret. We all knew you took
it. Anyway, it has to be a sex secret. Like mine. Yours was so boring. So?"

"I don't know, I just haven't ever had any experiences." I confessed.

"Nothing?" Lucy asked, looking disappointed.

"Nothing"

"Well make something up then. I feel bad telling you everything. If we are
going to be best friends then we cant make each other bad, right?"

I sat and thought for a few seconds.

"OK, a had a blow job once. And came in her mouth."

"Don't be silly" Lucy interrupted quickly. Girls don't get blow jobs. Girls
give blow jobs. I want Stephanie to tell me a secret, not my old Brother"
It was as though she didn't even want to say my old name. "Try again."

"OK, Stephanie gave a blow job to a guy last week." I was so shy. I had
never had such a conversation before and merely uttering the words seemed
strange.

"Good, that's better Stephanie. Same as my secret! Can I ask you three
questions? OK? So describe his cock to me. Describe what it tasted
like. Was it big?"

"Oh huge.." I lied, giggling. "He was much bigger than Philip." Lucy
laughed at that. "And I cupped his balls in my hand as I moved my mouth up
and down his cock. It was hard and tasted lovely." Lucy was squealing with
excitement as I invented my secret. "And did he cum in your mouth
Stephanie? Did you make your hunk cum in your mouth? Was it lovely?" She
encouraged me.

"Oh yes. lots of cum. I drank it all but some dripped down my chin and I
had to lick it up." I had seen that in a porn movie on the internet. `Nice
touch' I thought. "And I licked his cock clean afterwards" I teased.

That was almost too much for Lucy, who thought the whole story was great.

"Wow" She said "I would love to suck your hunks cock Stephanie, I am so
jealous. One more question. My last question." Lucy looked straight at
me. There was a pause. An intense moment when she looked more
serious. "Would you like to suck Philip's cock Stephanie?" She winked at
me. "We could swap hunks. I can suck your hunks big cock and you could make
Philip cum."

I smiled at her. Lucy was clearly playing a game and wanted to see how I
would react. "Oh I would love that Lucy. You wouldn't mind sharing Philips
lovely cock with your sister?" I teased. "Is it really OK for me to make
your hunk cum? You don't mind?"

"Of course it is Stephanie. That is what friends are for. To share
things. That's a deal then. You will suck Philips cock and I will suck your
hunks cock. OK?"

Now I wasn't sure if she was joking. She still was looking seriously at
me. But it must have been part of the game.

"Sure" I said "It's a deal."

"What's going on here then?"

It was mum. She had already arrived back.

"Oh, hi mum" Lucy said, all excited, "Stephanie has been making real
progress. If I didn't know better I would say she is starting to enjoy
being a girl".

"Now don't embarrass poor Stephanie" mum said, as Lucy laughed some more at
my shyness." And I see the poor girl is going to freeze without any clothes
on. Oh, did you have to buy Stephanie such sexy panties Lucy? You know I
don't approve on your obsession with sexy lingerie. But you look lovely
Stephanie. Do they feel nice?" Mum asked?

"Yes" I simply replied.

"That's nice, dear. Now why don't you get dressed. I have what you asked
for in the bag Lucy. They didn't have the right size but we can try these
for now." Mum handed Lucy a small box.

With that mum said she would be down stairs if we needed her and she was
going to leave her two daughters to it.

"What's in the box?" I asked Lucy.

Lucy opened the box and showed me a pair of breasts.

"They are silicone. Aren't they amazing? Don't they look real? What size do
they say? Here it is. C-cup. I asked Mum to get you an A cup. I thought it
would be easier for you got get used to. I remember when I first got
breasts. It takes some change. I was so embarrassed walking around with all
the guys staring at them. Guys do that. They can't help it apparently. But
you get used to it. And you know what they say. There is only one thing
worse than guys staring at your tits. And that is no guys staring at your
tits. Come here. Lets put them on."

It took about 30 minutes for Lucy to work them out. Mum had spent a small
fortune on these. They were used a glue to fasten to the body. They would
stay on until another lotion was applied. This meant I could live with my
new breasts. They could be washed with soap as regular breasts. What's more
they warmed to body temperature and incredible had nipple fastenings that
gave small electric currents when the silicone nipples were caressed. Lucy
demonstrated by slowly kneading my breasts and nipples.

"That feels amazing" I said. And then she pinched one of my new nipples.

"Ow" I yelped. "That hurt."

"They seem to be working perfectly" said Lucy. "It says in the instructions
that this new technology gives you the exact same sensation and a real
woman's breasts. Not bad eh! That is certainly a bonus. I mean Philip's
nipples are really insensitive. Must be terrible for him".

I continued to look and feel my new breasts. They really were amazing and
felt great. But they were going to get some getting used to. For starters,
they were so big. I thought everyone would stare at them. "They are so
heavy" I said.

"Oh yes, that is the downside of bigger breasts. You will get used to them
but it helps if you wear a bra. It had been one of the things I had least
been looking forward to. Wearing a bra was one of the things that only
girls did. It was going to be a majorly stressful moment for me. But now,
after standing around for the best part of an hour with these on I realised
that a bra would help the weight and I was actually looking forward to
getting one on.

"Pick one" said Lucy pointing at a selection of bras in another box mum had
brought in. I laid them out on the bed. One of them was a light powder pink
with black lace trim and seemed to match the panties I was wearing. "This
one?" I asked Lucy.

"Perfect choice" she giggled.

Then came more items Lucy had bought for me that morning. Again I was able
to choose what I wore but with some help from Lucy. "Hmm, maybe that skirt
doesn't go with that blouse Stephanie." Or "That's a nice outfit. See, your
short skirt really shows off your lovely slender legs. And that white
t-shirt is so tight it is really sexy looking." With the dresses Lucy had
more advise "You see how this dress is so tight at the hips and knees? Now
that exaggerates your wiggle. Walk up and down. No, put one foot in front
of the other. There you go. Wow, so such a sexy walk little sis!"

And so my training went on this way for the rest of the day. Lots of
outfits and even a makeup lesson. By the evening I was sitting in front of
the TV in a white blouse and blue jeans. I had on my pink underwear that I
had selected earlier and was still conscious of the weight of my new
breasts. That night I was given the choice of a pair of pink pyjamas with
"Cute" written across my chest or a cream knee length satin night dress. I
wore the night dress and was amazed by the silky feeling between the
sheets. I was almost as if I was gliding.

Oh yes, one more thing. Lucy had told me that I had to keep a
journal. Every evening I had to write a paragraph on why I liked being a
girl. "It is psychoanalytical" she told me. "I read it somewhere. You
persuade yourself you like something by thinking it and writing it. You
have to say you like all the things you did during the day, OK."

I had to show Lucy my journal every morning. My first entry read...

"Dear Dairy, I like being a girl because of the pretty clothes I can
wear. I especially like the lovely sexy lingerie and the cute clothes. I
also love wearing makeup. I feel so special and pretty when I am wearing my
eye makeup and lipstick. But most of all I love having a new best friend
with Lucy to share secrets. Lucy told me all about her blow jobs today and
I told her all about giving one too. It was such fun."

Lucy was so excited when she read that the next morning. I blushed. I
wanted to tell her that I didn't really mean it but she just seemed so
happy with what was written. Lucy and Mum went out after breakfast and I
was told to go upstairs and get myself ready for the day. It was basically
a test to see how much progress I had made with my training. It was very
different going through my new things on my own. There was none of the
embarrassment of wondering what Lucy or Mum would say. It was just me and
my new girly clothes. I looked through everything that morning. I was still
surprised by the sheer variety of the clothes that were there. I also found
some stockings that Lucy had bought but that I hadn't tried on yet. They
really fascinated me. They were so delicate. I put them on, running them
carefully up my smooth legs. I had already had a bath and used the
moisturiser that I had been given. The sensation was wonderful. They were
holdups and soon, as I examined myself in the mirror, I was wondering what
was meant to be worn with stockings. I figured something dressy so found a
long evening gown in Lucy's wardrobe. It was cut low at the back, hung just
above the knee and was a heavy satin fabric with a big bow above my bum. I
noticed that I was getting hard and bulging so spent a few minutes
mastering my skin coloured gaff. On top of that I picked a black
g-string. I couldn't wear a bra because my back was bare.

Then I sat down at my dressing table and started experimenting with
different makeup. I even went through to my sisters room and borrowed some
of hers. I was intrigued by the fact that just a little makeup could make
you look either sweet, sexy or downright slutty. I tried to copy Lucy's
makeup, especially the type that Mum refused to let Lucy out of the house
wearing. Dark eyes with heavy mascara and bight red lipstick.

I examined myself in the mirror. The makeup needed a little work, I
decided, but the overall effect was amazing. I looked so much older. Maybe
18. And I looked really sexy. I mean I could feel my little cock straining
against my gaff. I turned around examining myself from different
angles. Then I started to make sexy poses in front of the mirror. Bending
over to look at my arse tight in the evening dress. Not a bad arse for a
girl I decided. Then I started to lean forward as though I was flashing my
breasts at myself.

I lay back on the bed, still able to see myself in the mirror. I flashed
some leg, trying to remember the sexy poses I had seen in the porn mag. And
then on all fours, crawling like a cat. Wow I looked sexy. I suddenly had
the idea of stripping in front of the mirror. Standing again I started to
unzip Lucy's dress. It fell into a pile on the floor. I stood there in my
panties, stockings and heels. Wow, what a sight. I started to imagine I was
Lucy, stripping in front of her boyfriend. I mean, I looked quite a bit
like Lucy made-up like this. I started to play with my nipples, imagining I
was a real girl. Naturally the sight of this beautiful girl in the mirror
stripping and playing with herself was making me very horny.

I quickly pulled my gaff and g-string off and started to play with myself,
still staring at the image in the mirror. I was in a state of complete
sexual confusion. All I knew was that I was really turned on. Now lying on
the bed, one hand played with my nipples while the other stroked my cock. I
slowly started to realise how best to achieve pleasure with my new
exectrode sensitive breasts. I would gradually rub my thumb over the nipple
while gentle kneading the breast. And wow did that look sexy. I started to
wonder whether my cock really was that small. It didn't seem to really
stand out in the image in the mirror. If anything it wasn't easy to
see. More noticeable were my large breasts. Was Philip really much larger
than me? I picked up the plastic bottle of moisturiser lying next to me. It
was roughly cock shaped and had a rounded cap, but much larger than mine. I
wondered if Philips cock was this big? I could hardly get my whole hand
round it. I held it against my cock for comparison. Could Lucy really get
all that cock in her mouth. I lifted the bottle to my lips and tried to
suck it. Yes it did fit. It was quite tight but was in. Then I wondered how
much Lucy would be able to take in her mouth. My lips worked further down
the bottle. I guess I got about half way. "So this must be how it feels
like" I thought to myself. "This must be what it feels like for Lucy
sucking on Philips cock." Then I suddenly noticed myself in the mirror
again, in stockings sucking on this bottle. It was like something out of a
porn magazine, it really was. I started to sock on the bottle, watching
myself doing it in the mirror. I was lying on my back and returned with my
other hand to playing with my cock. Tilting my head back slightly I could
actually suck about half of Philips cock, I mean the bottle. Any more than
that and I started to gag.

"What are you doing Stephanie?!" Shrieked Lucy. She was standing at the
door. There was silence. I quickly pulled the bottle from my mouth and
tried to cover myself with the pink dressing robe.

"I'm sorry Lucy. I wasn't expecting you back" I said, a mixture of
embarrassment and guilt making me want to cry.

Lucy saw how upset I was. "Mum dropped me off. She wanted to check you were
OK. Obviously you are more than OK!" She was smiling now and that made me
feel better. "look what a mess you made of my favourite dress" she said
picking it up off the floor and hanging it on the back of the door.

"Please don't tell Mum" I pleaded.

"Don't worry, silly. Of course I won't. Secrets between sisters
remember. After all, if I told on you, you might tell on me and my
secrets. Which reminds me...what on earth were you doing? Practicing give a
blowjob?" She was giggling.

"Of course not. I was just wondering how big Philip was." I replied, trying
to defend the indefensible.

"Oh, so you were practicing giving Philip a blow job!!!" Lucy clapped in
hysterics.

"No, I mean I was just wondering how much of his cock I could suck."

As soon as I said that I regretted it. I mean it had come out all wrong.

But Lucy was beside herself in fits of giggles. Eventually she pulled
herself together and sat down next to me. Her mood changed now to one of
training Lucy, not giggling sister Lucy.

"Now listen Stephanie, actually it is not funny. I mean, not the sucking
the bottle thing. That is very funny, but you playing with your little
cock. That is not at all funny. What happens if someone caught you? That
would be a disaster"

"No one would catch me" I quickly said.

"Oh no! Really? Well how about just about every Saturday morning when you
have a wank before breakfast. I walked in on you once and you didn't even
notice me. From now on, no wanking, OK?"

"I guess. Sorry Lucy, it was just the image in the mirror...I looked very
sexy. I couldn't help it."

"Well, yes, I guess it is impossible to expect you to be able to control
yourself all the time." Lucy sat down in deep thought. "I know" She
eventually said "Put your gaff back on."

I picked it up and slip it back on followed by the g-string as Lucy handed
it to me.

"Now, of course girls play with themselves too."

"They do?" I asked. That was news to me.

"Of course silly, most days actually. We are just more subtle. We don't go
flashing our willies all over the place. Here, lie on your back, I will
show you"

I rolled over and lay on my back. Lucy lay next to me. She was wearing a
short denim skirt and a pink t-shirt. She pulled up her skirt and showed me
her white cotton panties. Quite conservative for her I couldn't help
thinking.

"Don't be so shy, silly" she said looking at me blush. "We are just
sisters, remember. Now, watch me. I will do it with my panties on because
that is going to be how you have to do it. See how I rub up and down where
my pussy is."

Lucy was running two fingers up and down between her legs.

"I like it with quite a lot of pressure but you might like it
differently. And you can play with you breasts at the same time if it
helps. Sometimes I like to play with my pussy with my legs clamped
together. I usually do that when I am imagining I am sucking a lovely
cock. Or maybe spread open imaging I am being made love to."

Lucy was demonstrating the different techniques she used. She still had on
her white panties to show me how it is still possible for a girl to
pleasure herself in a subtle way.

"I can feel myself getting wet" said Lucy "I don't want to make a mess of
my panties. Here, lets see you try."

She turned her attention to me. I opened my legs and placed a hand over my
crotch. I would feel my cock hard and straining against my gaff but it was
held firmly down in place, towards my buttocks.

"Try rubbing the tip of you little cock through your panties" suggested
Lucy, "Use your fingernails." I was still wearing long fake fingernails
that Mum had glued on my the day before. "Try scratching your nails along
the length of your crotch. Experiment. See what feels good."

Slowly I started to discover that I could get pleasure from just rubbing my
cock through my panties. I loved the way my nails felt gently rubbing over
the head of my little cock. It was also a wonderful feeling rubbing two
fingers hard against myself, just like Lucy had done. Then I felt Lucy take
my hand and place it on my exposed breasts.

"It feels better when you do both together" she said

I started to massage my breasts and nipples already an expert at this from
earlier. I wasn't looking in the mirror now. I was lying on my back with my
eyes tight shut breathing heavily. Deep down I couldn't believe I was
playing with myself in front of my sister. Even more that that. I was
playing with myself like a girl would, dressed as a girl and even feeling
the same sensations as a girl with sensitive nipples and a completely new
sensation in my groin.

"You see Stephanie, you don't have to wank like a monkey to feel
great. Isn't it nice? Yes, arch your back a little so you can push
harder. I do that too sometimes. Just imagine your little cock is you
clitoris. Girls love to play with their clits. It is their little
secret. Well our little secret" She giggled.

I continued to play with my breasts and `clitoris'. The subtlety was almost
explosive.

"Open your mouth" I heard Lucy say. I opened it, almost panting. Then I
felt the bottle return to my lips. I started to sink my lips around it.

"Tilt your head back a little" instructed Lucy "There, see how much more of
Philips cock you can take in your mouth like that"

She was right, with my head tilted back my neck was exposed and I could
take almost the whole of the bottle down my throat without gagging.

"This is almost exactly the same size as Philips cock" said Lucy, still
sliding the bottle in and out of my mouth slowly. "He likes it when I take
all of his cock into my mouth. Just like you are doing Stephanie. I think
if he was here you might make him cum doing that."

Her words were a blur. I just had this image of a slut in a porn movie in
lingerie sucking cocks. And I was that slut. It all seemed to alien and so
distant to me but it seemed almost to be happening.

"When he came in my mouth the other day Philips cock was deep inside my
mouth, right near my throat. Like this." Lucy said, pushing the bottle
deeper. "I could feel his cum shoot down my throat. It make me cum too
Stephanie. The sensation of all his lovely warm cum made me reach orgasm. I
was playing with myself at the same time, just like you are."

It was too much. I could feel myself reaching orgasm and Lucy could tell
too. "Just like that" she said as I started to arch my back, digging my
fingers hard against my constrained little cock. "Imagine. Isn't it lovely?
He was practically fucking my mouth when he came. Like this. Can you
imagine it?" Lucy was urgently thrusting Philips cock in and out of my
mouth. I could feel the first spurts of cum in my panties. It was one of
the most intense orgasms I have ever had.

Lucy withdrew the bottle. I was panting on the bed. I could feel the warm
goo of my cum in my panties.

Lucy told me to clean up as Mum would be back soon. But before she did that
she give me a big hug. "I am so proud of you Stephanie. You are really
making an effort. I had my doubts and didn't think you would be able to
cope. How wrong I was." She held me close.

"You better change your gaff and panties" she said. I guess you have made a
bit of a mess there?". I nodded, still slightly embarrassed. "In future you
could wear some panty liners. That is what girls use so they don't make a
mess of their panties. They are very convenient. I will drop some off in
your room later." I blushed. So it had come to this. Not only was I wearing
girls clothes and going to have to play with myself like a girl, but I was
even going to have to wear panty liners. "I could drop off some tampons as
well. You don't need them yet but I think you will have to keep some just
in case."

I went into the bathroom and got cleaned up. On the bed when I returned
were some panty liners and tampons. I put them in a draw and tried to
decide what to wear. Eventually I decided on a simple white bra and
panties, both satin under a pink t-shirt and shirt denim skirt. Then back
to the makeup table. Nothing heavy this time. Just simple pastel shades to
make my more feminine. I pouted my lips to get an even lipstick finish,
just like I had been shown. Then on with some simple brown pumps and went
downstairs.

Mum was in the kitchen and most noticeable was the casualness of her
attitude. No special treatment today, just a simple glance and a "Hi
Stephanie, you look nice. Can you lay the table for me." Mum had never
asked me to lay the table before. She was a bit of a traditionalist at
heart. That was girl's work. Now she was treating me just as another
daughter. Looking back it must have been intentional. Maybe to make the
transition easier for me. No special treatment. Just one of the girls.

That evening I wrote in my Dairy...

"Dear diary, I love being a girl because there are so many lovely clothes
you can wear. And girls have such stronger orgasms than boys. But the best
thing I leant about being a girl today was my close relationship with
Lucy. She is such a help and I would do anything for her."

That night I went to bed exhausted again. This time in my pink pyjamas I
drifted off to sleep. I had especially vivid dreams that night. Dreams of
Lucy and me. Lucy forcing the bottle down my throat, encouraging me,
forcing me. "Suck him harder. Harder!". Then I was outside, dressed as
Stephanie. In the playground at school. All the boys taunting me. Teasing
me. Calling me names like a sissy whore, a little cocksucker. I awoke in a
cold sweat. Terrified. The horror was obvious. Soon I would be back at
school. This was not all going to be about dressing up to look pretty and
making a mess of my panties. This was real and in a few days I was going to
face the world. I didn't fall asleep after that.

In the morning I told Lucy and Mum about it. They decided I needed to get
my confidence up. They were going to take me shopping. Mum dove us out of
town to a large mall in Croydon. There we spent all day walking around the
shops browsing, trying outfits on and buying essential items. My collection
of jewellery increased considerable. Mum insisted I have my ears pierced,
assuring me that I could remove the earrings at anytime and my ears would
heal. Then we had a manicure and a pedicure. That mean new nails and this
time painted. I was allowed to pick whatever colour I liked. Lucy went for
bright red but I thought a light pink was more subtle. At one point mum and
Lucy went off together to see how I would cope on my own. For 30 minutes I
browsed through the shops, looking through lingerie and dresses. I even
tried a couple of dresses on my own. As I was waiting outside a shop some
young boys walked past. They were clearly checking me out. I tried my best
to ignore them but one wolf whistled. "Hi sweetheart" the tallest of the
three boys said. "Cute butt darling". I went bright red and they walked on
laughing. Mum and Lucy were just arriving and had noticed everything.

"Teasing the boys?" giggled Lucy.

"They started it" I quickly said.

Mum and Lucy had not been idle. They had several packages for me. More
clothes, some female magazines, a couple of posters of boy bands and even a
large pink teddy bear.

The next few days were much of the same. More intense training as everyday
my confidence grew higher but also my fear of the inevitable Monday morning
that was looming large.

On the Sunday night mum said I had a visitor. I was totally confused. No
one knew me. I walked downstairs and there standing in the hall was
Danielle.

"I thought it best if you two get to know each other. Maybe you can become
friends and Danielle will have lots of tips for you Stephanie."

My embarrassment returned. Danielle was checking out how I looked. I took
Danielle up to my room and we started to chat. I started by apologising for
my poor behaviour the week before. She said she had also forgiven me and
was more concerned how I felt dealing with my punishment. "Are you coping?"
she asked holding my hand.

"Yes, my sister has been great. I couldn't have don it without her."

Over the rest of the day Danielle and myself got to know each other. I
found out that we had a lot in common, aside from the obvious fact we were
both dressed in panties. She was actually very beautiful when you saw past
her `issues'. She had long brown hair, lightly permed and a great
figure. "Are your breasts fake too?" I asked her.

"I have been taking hormone injections for 3 years now she said. They are
real. Wanna see?"

With that she removed her white blouse and bra and revealed a lovely pair
for firm breasts. They were magnificent and I immediately felt my little
cock start to strain against my panties again.

"Wow" I said, "They look so real"

"They are real" she protested. "here wanna feel?"

Danielle thrust her chest towards me and I reached out to feel her
breasts. They were warm to the touch, unlike mine. Real breasts in fact.

"I just feel so great with them" Danielle said "that is why the school had
to announce it. I couldn't hide my chest any more. What about you?
Silicone? Can I see?"

I pulled off my t-shirt and skilfully unclipped my bra. A week of
unclipping and I was now an expert.

"Not bad" said Danielle, leaning forward to feel them. I moaned a little as
her fingers rubbed across my nipples. "Oh, the electric sensors" she
said. I had a pair like them. Do you know that feels just like have a real
pair of breasts." She said now using both hands to fondle my nipples. "I
should know, I am one of the few people who have tried both. The only
difference is when they are licked or sucked. The fake ones don't even get
close to the delicious wet feeling of a mouth around your nipples. Are you
on hormone treatment?"

That question caught me off guard. I didn't think so but Mum was insisting
I drink a special milkshake twice a day to `keep me healthy and less
stressed'.

"I don't know" I said.

"Oh you will soon be able to tell if you are. You will start getting all
emotional about the silliest thing. And I found my sex drive changed quite
quickly. I was playing with myself less but I kept on admiring guys
more. You know, I would suddenly realise that I was staring, mouth agape as
some hunk on the beach walked by. We should go to the beach together
sometimes. Do you plan to have real breasts too?"

"Oh, I don't think so. I am only going to be this way for the rest of the
year."

"Oh, of course. But they have really strong hormones now. I got my breasts
in just a few months. Happens fast because we are so young. Just the
correct age to grow breasts apparently. If you get the chance go for
it. They are wonderful."

That evening Lucy came in to read my diary...

"Dear diary, I love being a girl because I have breasts. They make me feel
so special. They are almost like signposts saying `stare at me'. Every time
I go to the mall people stare at me. OK, most of the time guys, but it just
makes me feel special, like a movie star or something. Oh yes, and I love
being a girl because of my extra sensitive nipples. Yesterday I made a big
mess of my panties cos I started playing with my breasts in the morning. I
didn't mean to but then once I had started I got sort of carried away and
couldn't stop. I did it just like Lucy told me to. It feels better that
way. More sensitive and it takes longer but the orgasms are so much
stronger."

"Wow", said Lucy "Quite an entry. Mum said that I should talk to you about
school tomorrow. Any questions?"

"Well, I was wondering Lucy, am I on hormones?"

"Lucy sat there and thought for a minute. Clearly uncomfortable.

Eventually she replied "Yes you are Stephanie."

"Why" I asked "Immediately starting to cry "I don't need breasts. I have my
silicone breasts".

"It is not just the breasts Stephanie," Lucy replied coming to sit next to
me and give me a hug. "There are all sorts of benefits. You have only been
on hormones for a week and already there are definite changes. You are
acting more girly. You are more sensitive. You are crying more, much more
emotional. And did you notice your skin becoming smoother?"

"No," I said "I thought that was the moisturiser"

"Don't worry little sis. It is for the best. Everything is reversible. Is
there any growth in your chest yet? They will start to ache. When they push
hard against your silicone breasts we will take them off, OK."

"OK," I said. My mind at times like this always reverted back to my
nightmare. Anything to make me more feminine so I wouldn't get caught at
school and bullied like a freak"

In the morning there was lots of activity. I hardly had time to worry as I
was getting ready for school. I actually liked the freedom of the new
school uniform I was wearing. White blouse, blue skirt, tights and black
shoes. Surprisingly the first day of school was very uneventful. I was
introduced to the class as Stephanie and everyone said hello. I spent all
my spare time with Danielle in breaks and she was even in one of my
classes. She also introduced me to a few of her female friends. I got the
impression they were none the wiser as to mine of Danielle's real genders.

The week went on and by Friday I was relieved and proud to have survived
the first real test of my new self. On Saturday Danielle, my new best
friend due to the time we had spent together, came over. She wanted to go
to the mall and try on some new outfits. Mum said it would be OK and we
spent most of the day shopping. That afternoon back in Danielle's house we
dressed up for each other. I was reluctant at first but after Danielle had
tried on a few outfits she insisted I try on some of my new clothes. It was
fun, I guess and time flew past.

"I have a date" Danielle confided in me.

"From school?" I enquired.

"Yes, Danny from maths. Do you think he is cute?"

"He's OK I guess" I said awkwardly.

"Can I practice on you?"

"Practice what?" I replied

"Kissing and stuff. I never kissed a guy before and am really worried he
will try to kiss me."

I thought for a bit. Lucy had told me a few days ago that she had learnt to
kiss with a female friend. Apparently it was very common with
girlfriends. And Danielle was pretty sexy. I know she was really a guy but
I had never kissed anyone either.

"Sure" I said giggling.

Danielle moved closer. She took the lead and had obviously thought about
this for some time. She leant forward and placed her lips on mine. We sort
of pouted a kiss and then broke giggling. Then Danielle moved in again and
this time I felt her lips parting. With that her tongue was wanting to
explore my mouth. I opened a little wider and felt it dart between my
lipstick.

Danielle pulled away. Looking me straight in the eyes, clearly aroused.

"Wow," she said "you are a great kisser. Sure you never did that
before. Was I OK too?"

I couldn't lie. My little cock was throbbing in my white panties. "It was
great" I said.

"Wanna try again" Danielle asked.

Without waiting for an answer she leant towards me and started to kiss me
again. This time we took our time enjoying the moment. If I had to say now
who was more forceful in the kiss I think it was Danielle. I was still very
shy, but she seemed bolder. Danielle was dressed in a short yellow
dress. She didn't have any shoes on. She was sitting crossed legged on the
bed. I was cross-legged in front of her. In what seemed to be my stock
favourite I was wearing a pink t-shirt and denim mini-skirt.

I felt Danielle's hand on my knee, resting there, a finger gently rubbing
my bare flesh. I had my hands round her back.

"Can you play with my breasts, Stephanie? I wonder what it would be like if
Danny did it."

Returning to our kiss my hands moved up towards her breasts. I