Donald to Donna I move to the country My name is Donna. Once I was called Donald, but that was long ago. It all began when I was 16 and my parents died in an automobile accident . I was sent to live with Mom’s sister, Aunt Nora, and her two daughters Stacy and Tracy. I was a sort of nerdy kid without many friends so I didn’t really have any objections to the move. I didn’t know Aunt Nora well as she seldom visited Mom and Dad but I had heard Dad refer to her as a man hater. I did know that she and her daughters lived alone in the country though I don’t ever remember hearing what happened to her husband, the girl’s father. I traveled to the country by train and was met at the station by Aunt Nora and the girls. My first impression was how pretty they all were. Aunt Nora was a big woman who towered over me and even her daughters were several inches taller than I was. I was impressed with Aunt Nora’s home. It was really a manor home isolated on an extensive estate with riding stables and surrounded by a large stone wall. When we arrived Aunt Nora sent the girls and I up to what was to be my room while she prepared dinner. The girls led the way with me dragging my heavy suitcase towards the stairs. "Here give me that." Said Stacy. She lifted my suitcase with ease and I couldn’t help noticing how well muscled and fit both she and her sister were. Tracy took my hand and led me toward the stairs. On the way we passed a trophy case. I tried to stop to see what the trophies were for but Tracy just continued on pulling me by the arm. "Those are just our wrestling and judo trophies. You can look at them later. Mom said to get you installed in your room before dinner so we had better get that done first." She said. At the top of the stairs we went to a pair of rooms with a shared bathroom. "This used to be my room." said Stacy as she entered the left hand room. "Now Tracy and I are going to share the one across the hall." It was a nice enough room but had obviously been a girl’s room as the decorations were all soft pinks and feminine frills. The bed was a large four poster with a ruffled skirt and the furniture was all painted in pink. Oh well, I could always change the color scheme as things wore on, I thought. At dinner we had a very nice meal though Aunt Nora insisted I drink a large glass of a milky solution before eating. She explained that I was much to thin and boney and that the solution would help me to change. Little did I know what changes she had in mind. Woman Handled As it was summer holiday none of us kids had any school. While Aunt Nora went off to work the three of us were free to roam and explore the estate. Having come from the city I had mainly jeans and slacks in my suitcase and the hot weather called for shorts. Aunt Nora gave me a pair of blue satin shots from one of the girl’s drawer’s to wear until we could find time to shop for ‘suitable’, as she called it, clothing. At first I protested that they were women’s shorts with no fly but Aunt Nora told me not to be silly. On reflection they weren’t all that feminine and I could always pull them down if I had to go to the bathroom, so I wore them. It was late in the day and we were roaming the estate when we got into some roughhousing. At first the two girls were rolling around the ground until one finally pinned the other. Of course the sight of two nubile, pretty teen aged girls wrestling was both enticing and exciting. Like any typical sixteen year old boy I grew hard. Tracy, who was the looser looked at me and said "What are you grinning at? I could handle a wimp like you." Now I didn’t really think through the implications. She was taller and obviously fitter than I and, had I thought about it, had won trophies in both wrestling and judo. No I let my silly male pride run my mouth and said "No way." Both girls looked at me and Stacy said "Better back off Donnie, either one of us could take you and make you cry uncle." Her use of the diminutive Donnie bothered me and the prospect of a little close contact with Tracy was something that might be fun. After all, I was a sixteen year old boy and they were very nicely developed girls so I foolishly said to Tracy "Your on." "Wait a minute." said Stacy. "Lets make this interesting, winner gets to demand a forfeit from the looser." I should have smelled a rat but instead I foolishly nodded my head and took a stance facing Tracy. She faced off with a smile on her face and we both moved forward to grapple. Except that all of a sudden she wasn’t there. The next thing I knew she was behind me pushing me forward and tripping me. I went down on my face and she was on my back. I tried to buck her off but she had good balance and just rode me back down to the ground. I reached around to grab her but she took my wrist and pushed it up in a hammer lock. She leaned forward pressing her breasts against my back pinning my right wrist against my back and wrapped her forearm around my neck. Using her free hand as leverage she rolled us over so that I was on top but with one arm caught between us, my head and neck controlled by her forearm. The next thing I knew she brought her legs up rolling her hips back so that she could lock her legs around my middle. After that it was just a matter of applying pressure to my neck and my middle. I was frustrated and angry and not thinking too well and I bucked and struggled ineffectively until I was exhausted. Each time I tried to struggle , Tracy bore down on me with her strong thighs and arm. Finally I was forced to say "Uncle." "OK," said Tracy not loosening her grip, "for my forfeit, I want your underpants. "No way!" I said and tried to struggle once again but only got further pain around my middle and my neck. Penalties "Stacy, pants him." Tracy directed. And despite my futile struggles that’s exactly what Stacy did. The blue satin shorts and my cotton jockey shots were unceremoniously pulled down over my legs and pulled off. I was not only aware of the fact that I was being stripped, I was also aware of the breasts pressed into my back and the fact that I was sporting an erection which was soon apparent to both girls. "He must like being woman handled." Said Stacy with a giggle. "He welshed on his bet so I think he needs a further punishment." said Tracy as she released her hold and pushed me off to the side. "We could spank him." Said Stacy. "We could milk him and make him spurt." Said Tracy I was getting up off the ground, very aware of my nudity and my erection. I couldn’t believe what they were talking about. This was very humiliating. I tried to protest and said "We only said one forfeit." "Yes but you tried to welsh so you get a second penalty." Said Tracy. The girls approached me and each grabbed and arm pulling me backwards against a large tree. Stacy held me there while Tracy pulled the laces from my sneakers. Then they tied my hands behind the tree. I tried to protest but Stacy simply reached around and grabbed my testicles. "Hush" she said giving them a quick squeeze. Now thoroughly frightened I shut my mouth. Stacy wrapped her hand around my penis and began to masturbate me. I was about to cum when Tracy stopped and said "Why should we let him cum. That’s a reward not a punishment." I was very humiliated but was also enjoying the hand job she had been giving me. When she stopped I was very needy and began to beg her to finish the job. "Not yet." said Stacy, "Perhaps if you are very nice to us we will let you cum. Now get on your knees. She accompanied her demands by a tug on my testicles and I quickly complied. Tracy used the second shoe lace to tie my ankles crossed behind the tree. This forced my knees apart and exposed my groin. Stacy grabbed my testicles and gave them a quick squeeze. "You are going to do everything we ask, aren’t you Donnie?" Between the pain I had suffered at Tracy’s hands, the pain of the squeeze and the humiliation of being nude from the waist down and tied to a tree I couldn’t help crying as I assured her I would do whatever she said. Then Stacy surprised me. She let go of me, stood up and stripped off her blouse, bra, shorts and panties. She was gorgeous and, like any horny sixteen year old boy my pains faded as my hormones kicked into overdrive. Still wearing her sneakers and socks, Stacy climbed onto my shoulders pushing her groin into my face. "Get busy!" she said. Now you have to understand that I was delighted to be up close and personal with a real live nude girl. At the same time I had never licked a pussy and had heard all sorts of derogatory things in my old school about muff diving. I hesitated and Stacy kicked me sharply in the ribs. That reminded me of my position and I ‘got busy’. I wasn’t very expert at this but she guided me both physically and verbally telling me things like "Deeper!" or "Yes, right there!" or simply "More!". In any event, even with my inexpert attentions, I was able to bring her to a recognizable orgasm. When she climbed off I found an equally nude, and I might add, equally attractive Tracy ready to climb on for her turn. This alternating of riding my tongue went on for some time as I brought each girl off three times. After that they untied me and helped me stand up. "This is going to be our little secret, isn’t it?" Tracy asked. "Yeah, and next time if you cooperate we won’t have to tie you." Joined in Stacy. "You girls are crazy." I said. "I am never going to do this again." Stacy looked at Tracy and then back at me and said, "Oh I think we can convince you differently." More humiliation Then she leapt at me grabbing and arm and forcing me back onto the ground. I struggled fruitlessly as she controlled my body easily. Then using the same shoe laces she tied my right wrist to my left elbow and my left wrist to my right elbow. Then she stood up pulling me up by my hair. She led me to a large fallen tree and sitting down on it pulled me across her lap. She captured my penis between her thighs and began to spank me. After a while her hand began to tire so Tracy gave her a stick to whip my ass. I tried to roll off but with my rigid prick tightly held between her thighs I could do nothing. At first I tried to tough it out but soon I was screaming as she beat me. Eventually my screams died out to be replaced by sobs. Stacy stopped beating me and began to caress my sore red buns. "Poor little Donnie." She said. "He forgot that he has to do whatever we tell him." "Lets hear you beg Donnie." Said Tracy. "Please I beg you not to hurt me any more." "You beg who?" "I beg you Stacy." Whack, the stick came down hard on my ass. "That’s Mistress Stacy to you wimp. Now start again and say who you beg and what you are begging for." "Please Mistress Stacy, I beg you not to hit me any more." "OK," said Tracy, "but I think you should beg us to let you come." I hesitated and got another hard whack. That made things clear and I said "Please Mistress Tracy, may I cum?" "Well, perhaps if you beg me to milk you like the worthless wimp that you are." Tracy said. Wanting to avoid further punishment with the stick and to end this humiliation, I didn’t hesitate and said "Please Mistress Tracy, milk me like the worthless wimp that I am." Stacy opened her thighs and I was able to stand again. My erection was harder than I had ever experienced and the girls had fun pointing out how much I must enjoy eating them and being spanked. After a bit Tracy began to stroke me and soon I was ejaculating longer and harder than I had ever done when masturbating. The girls redressed and the Tracy looped a shoelace around my balls and used it as a leash to lead me back towards the house. I had to walk with shuffling steps to avoid loosing my shoes and while the girls brought the blue satin shorts with us, my cotton jockey shorts were abandoned in a puddle of my own spunk. I couldn’t see my ass but it was burning in agony and every so often Stacy would prod me along with the stick she still carried. Aunt Nora We arrived home to find Aunt Nora lounging in a chair near the pool. She was wearing a skimpy bathing suit and I couldn’t help reacting to the very attractive sight. I thought she be upset at the strange procession and punish the girls for what they had done to me. The reality was much worse than I could have imagined. She looked at the girls and said "Was little Donnie a naughty boy?" "Oh yes." Tracy replied "He made a bet and then tried to welsh on it. We had to get physical with him." Well that was more or less true but hardly an accurate description of the sexual humiliation and physical abuse they had put me through. When I tried to protest, however, Stacy said "Quiet!" and enforced her order by stuffing the blue shorts into my mouth. "Well, if he has been naughty, we will have to find a suitable punishment for him/" Said Aunt Nora. "Donnie will have to learn that males in this household exist to serve their Mistresses. I see you have Donnie suitably leashed, tie him someplace uncomfortable while I think about how to punish him." And with that all hope of a normal life fled. With my arms still tied behind me it took no time at all for the girls to tie me to the picnic table. They simple fastened my ankles to the spread legs of the table with me facing away from the table. Then they tugged the line around my testicles around the crossbar between the legs, forcing me into an uncomfortable squat. I could neither stand not sit without pulling on my poor tightly stretched testicles. Just to humiliate me further the girls stripped off in front of me and then played with my once again erect penis before diving out of the hot sun into the cool and refreshing pool for a bit of skinny dipping. There I was squatting in place, hands behind my back, shorts in my mouth, leg and thigh muscles cramping, blistered buns burning, erection blatantly waving and the hot sun beating down on me as I watched my cousins frolic and play. From time to time one or the other would come over to me to flaunt her perfect body and torment my erection. All in the supposed name of applying sun tan lotion to protect poor little Donnie. Late in the day Aunt Nora came up to me and said "No supper for you tonight Donnie. Girls, take him to bed and make certain he doesn’t do anything disgusting like masturbate himself. Oh, and be sure to give him his medicine on the way." Spanked and put to bed The twins untied me from the table but left my hands tied behind me and led me by the leash around my testicles into the kitchen. Stacy pulled out the blue shorts and held up a glass of the solution I was to drink. I foolishly refused to open my mouth. Tracy just smiled and said "Feeling a little rebellious are we?" Then she squeezed by testicles hard enough to double me over. I realized my predicament and was ready to comply but they decided that I needed another lesson in obedience. I was pushed over the kitchen table by Stacy and Tracy passed the leash under the table and looped it around my neck holding me flat against the table. Then the girls spread my legs and tied my ankles to the table legs. There was a pause while one of the girls fondled my ass and testicles from the rear and the other left the room. Held down as I was, I was unable to see which twin was behind me but I soon heard Tracy’s voice as she came back into the room. "OK, I’ve got them." She said. I was able to see her pass what looked like a riding crop to Stacy. Though I couldn’t see it, what happened next was obvious. The girls took up positions to the rear of me on either side and began to beat me with the riding crops. They struck each side of my ass and down the back of my thighs. They hadn’t bothered to gag me and my screams rang out. When they were done they untied my neck and let me stand up. I meekly drank the medicine and followed Tracy upstairs conscious of the riding crop in her other hand and of Stacy with her riding crop following closely behind me. When we got to the bedroom all of the fight had been beaten out of me, Stacy untied my hands and Tracy took me into the bathroom and watched as I brushed my teeth and urinated. Before she would let me go she insisted that I ask for permission. Not only that but she insisted that I call it "wee wee." I didn’t know if my humiliation could get any greater. Then I was led back into the bedroom where Stacy crossed my wrists in front of me and tied them securely. She had me lie down with my sore burning ass on a pillow she had placed in the middle of the bed. The she pulled the end of the rope around my wrists up to the headboard. Tracy fastened a rope around my ankle and stretched my leg to the bottom of the bed where she fastened it. Stacy having finished securing my hands did the same with my other ankle. I was fastened to the bed stretched tightly in sort of an inverted Y shape. The pillow elevated my groin and my semi hard penis was clearly visible. My arms were stretched above me on either side of my head holding it in one position, looking straight up. Tracy did something with the canopy and it opened revealing a mirror with my sorry reflection staring at me. Stacy got undressed and began to fondle me. Despite my pain I grew hard and rigid. Then she slipped a hose clamp over my member tightening it on the base of my penis so that I could neither ejaculate nor could the blood drain from my engorged member allowing me to grow soft. Stacy then mounted me and began to ride me while playing with her clit. At first it felt wonderful but then as my testicles tried to ejaculate only to find the passage blocked by the metal clamp it became quite painful. Once she had cum, Stacy dismounted and Tracy climbed on. By this time I was crying as my body kept trying to respond to the warm wet pussy stroking my penis. Of course once she had satisfied herself, both girls left for dinner. I lay there staring at my pitiful reflection, cock bobbing wildly as it throbbed and reviewed the day. I had been bested by girls my own age but much stronger than I, handled, spanked, tied, forced to service them, humiliated and was now their captive in bed. I wondered how things could get any worse. Of course I had no idea what was in store for me. The next morning That day pretty much set the pace for the rest of the week. Mistress Stacy and Mistress Tracy were in charge of me with Mistress Nora (no longer Aunt Nora) occasionally joining in on the fun. Although either Stacy or Tracy could overpower me easily, I spent most of my time, and all of my nights, in humiliating bondage of one sort or another. Let me tell you about a typical day. The twins would come in and unfasten me from the bed. Then they forced my still crossed wrists behind my neck and fastened them there with the end of the rope that had been tied to the headboard. They would lead me into the bathroom, and force me to beg to "go wee". When they had amused themselves sufficiently, one of the other would unfasten the hose clamp and hold my penis while I urinated. After cleaning my bladder they would give me another dose of my medicine, though I began to understand that there was no intent to build up my scrawny body. I was forced into the bath tub where my elbows were tied tightly to my knees. With my hands still behind my head this forced my face down on the bottom of the tub while my ass was sticking up in the air. Of course I couldn’t see from this position but it was clear that one twin was running water and mixing something into a container while the other was preparing my vulnerable ass. I would feel a gold greasy finger forced into my anus followed by a tube covered in rubber. Once inserted the rubber was pumped up both inside and outside my sphincter ensuring a tight seal and also ensuring my discomfort. The one with the water must have finished her task as I heard the tap turn off. Shortly afterwards there was some sort of tugging at the tube in my ass and then they released whatever had been holding the line shut and a very large, very hot, enema flowed into me. I don’t know what was in the water or exactly how much there was, but I do know that I began to cramp almost immediately. In no time at all I was begging them to allow me to release or as they forced me to call it, "to go potty." Despite my moans and begging the girls would set a timer and leave me as they went about taking their showers and getting dressed for the day. At some point they were ready and came back and told me to beg again. I never knew how long my cramps lasted though it seemed like hours. I suppose it was probably closer to a half hour. When my begging had amused them sufficiently one or the other would bodily lift me, still tied, and set me on the toilet. I never ceased to be amazed at how easily either girl could lift and position me. Of course I was now on the toilet with my hands behind my head and my knees drawn up to my elbows. It always amused the twins that my penis was erect despite my cramps. They would tease me unmercifully about what a wimp I was and how much I must enjoy what they were doing and how they were treating me. Eventually they would grasp the strap to the nozzle and deflate the rubber bladder. My bowels would push out the nozzle and then the murky feces and enema solution. When I was empty one would wipe me dry while the other would wash the nozzle and put it away for the next days humiliation. Then they would carry me downstairs and set me on the kitchen floor. At first I would be on my ass so that they could observe as I drank my "medicine". Once done with that I would be rolled forward to the ass up position and given a dog bowl of plain oatmeal. I had once dared to ask for some sugar but the ever present riding crops had cured me and I meekly lapped up the breakfast bowl. Milking and chores Not until Nora and the girls finished their breakfasts was I untied. Then as Nora left for work the twins took me to the basement for my ‘milking’ as they called it. In the basement there was a sturdy wooden structure shaped like the letter H except that the crossbar was at shoulder height for me. I was pushed against the cross bar and straps ran under my armpits around the bar and held my shoulders, My hands were untied and my arms were lifted to shoulder height and further strapped to the cross bar just above each elbow. My wrists were strapped higher up to the uprights. Once my upper body was securely strapped a rope was run just under my knee lifting and pulling my thigh out to the upright. The other thigh was similarly secured and I was hanging open and vulnerable from the frame. Of course this called for another session of begging where the ‘wimp’ begged his ‘beautiful Mistress’ to milk him. As with breakfast, the riding crops assured that I begged loudly and earnestly. One or the other of the girls would begin to fondle my balls and penis and when I was fully hard she would masturbate me. The other girl would hold a measuring cup in front of my penis. They seemed very interested in getting an accurate measure of the amount of ejaculate I spurted and recorded the reading in a book. While I was still suspended and spread they would remove all trace of any hair below my neck and rub some sort of lotion into me. They also seemed intent on some sort of painful treatment to remove my slight growth of facial hair. Of course my questions were either ignored, or worse, answered with a swat from the ever present riding crops so I simply hung there and enjoyed the feel of their hands massaging me with the cream. After the milking and the treatment with the lotion, I would be taken upstairs, untied except for a hobble chain around my ankles and was given chores. These varied from washing and drying dishes to cleaning the house (dusting, vacuuming carpets, scrubbing floors) to doing laundry (including ironing). None of the chores were particularly difficult but they were made more humiliating by the fact that I was nude and being supervised by a fully dressed pretty girl my own age. Make that a fully dressed, pretty girl with a riding crop. In the evening I would prepare the meal and serve it. Occasionally one or the other of the women would play with my exposed body as I went about serving. When the women had finished I was allowed to bring in my medicine and a small portion of food and to eat, while standing at the table. After dinner I cleaned the dishes and the kitchen as was sent to bed, where tied in my usual inverted Y and wearing the tight metal hose clamp, I was made to service all three women. Sometimes they had me eat them, sometimes they rode my erect penis but usually they took turns doing both. The sessions were always humiliating and exhausting and they always left me aching to be allowed to cum but unsatisfied for yet another restless night. Change This pattern went on for about a week until one day, as I was being milked on the H frame Stacy observed "It looks like he is growing breasts." I looked at the mirror that had been placed across the room so that I could witness as well as feel the humiliating things being done to me and, to my horror, saw that she was right. "You mean that SHE is growing breasts." Tracy responded. Stacy laughed and looked at the results in the book in which she had been recording my ejaculations. Apparently satisfied at what she found she said "Its time." Tracy went to a cabinet and returned with a black waist cincher which she proceeded to fasten around my middle. She pulled the laces extremely tight ignoring my grunts. While Tracy was occupied with this Stacy brought over a pair of shoes with three inch heels, which she proceeded to stuff my feet into. I was horrified as I realized what they were doing. "You are dressing me like a girl." I said. "No," said Tracy, "we are making you into a girl." "From now on your name is Donna." Said Stacy as she locked a strap from the shoes around my ankles. "Are these sensitive?" asked Tracy. "I know mine were when they first came in." She played with my breasts creating a very strange feeling as she pinched, twisted and tugged on my nipples. "That medicine was some sort of hormone treatment." I said accusingly. "Watch your tone Donna." Said Stacy as she whacked my ass with her crop. "Just because you are a girl now, doesn’t mean that you can be rude to your mistresses." "No, my name is Donald. I won’t let you do it." I threw my weight from side to side trying desperately to free myself. Of course, it did no good. My chest, arms and knees were held rigidly to the frame and all I managed to do was twitch my ass a bit from side to side. I may have been able to twitch my ass, but not enough to avoid the riding crops that the twins swung with glee. Soon my protests were reduced to screams of pain and then to sobs. Finally I was giving the proper response to their repeated question "Who are you?" Beaten, defeated and humiliated I was sobbing back "I am Donna, Mistress." As I hung there defeated Tracy brought over a tray with four large needle hypodermics. I said nothing but she smiled with glee as she told me "Now that you know, we can inject these anabolic steroids directly to where they will do the most good. They will speed up the growth of your boobies and your scrawny ass. Oh and by the way you must always call them boobies. No breasts or bosoms for our Donna." Stacy chimed in as she picked up one of the syringes. "Of course steroids make men impotent but since your not a man we don’t have to worry about that do we? Oh and they tend to reduce the sex drive in either sex but that’s OK we don’t want our Donna to be a slut do we?" She plunged a needle into my right breast just behind the nipple and pushed the plunger. The fluid seemed like an injection of liquid fire and I howled and begged them to stop. Tracy took the other breast with the same results. Then they each took a buttock and again I felt terrible pain that surpassed anything they had done with their crops. Visual enhancements When they were done Tracy said, "Lets see what she will look like when we are done." She tied a string around the head of my limp penis and passed it to Stacy who pulled my penis up between my ass cheeks and fastened the string to my neck. This had forced my testicles to either side of my penis and now Tracy pushed them up into my body. "These will shrink over time but Mom says the nerve endings will all be there so that you can be stimulated with a vibrator." She said. "But of course, you won’t be able to cum so the stimulation may grow quite tiresome." Chimed in Stacy. "Even painful.", she added. "Look Stac, if I pull the skin over to hide his, whoops I mean HER, cock it almost looks like a real vagina." Said Tracy. Stacy went to the side of the room and gathered up a handful of safety pins. Returning to Tracy she said "Lets pin him in place for Mom to see." Setting actions to words the girls began running safety pins through my sensitive flesh. At first the flesh pulled back along the pin but after several tries the managed to run the pins through enough flesh to hold it in place, hiding my back bent penis. I of course screamed as the pins were pushed repeatedly through my flesh. I begged them to have mercy but my screams and begging only resulted in Stacy inserting a penis gag into my mouth and buckling it behind my head. When they finished Stacy said, "Look, there is some blood around the pins. Mom is going to be mad if Donna gets infected." "I know just the thing to sterilize her. I will go get it. You fix her butt plug." Tracy said as she headed for the basement stairs. "Oh, yeah." Smiled Stacy. "I had forgotten about the butt plug. From now on you have to wear a butt plug to stretch your ass hole nice and wide for our strap ons. It will be good for you as it will help remind you to swish your hips when you walk, Donna." As I watched helplessly she went to the cabinet and came back with a butt plug and some sort of a lubricant. With both girls busy I stared at my reflection in the mirror. They had been right with my testicles pushed inside my body and the flesh pinned to hide my pulled back penis, it looked as though I had vaginal lips. Combined with my hairless body and my small but definite boobies the reflection looking back at me was that of a young barely pubescent girl. I couldn’t believe what they had done to me. My thoughts were interrupted by the intrusion of the tip of the butt plug into my ass. I tried to stop it by clenching but Stacy just pushed relentlessly and I felt pain as the widening plug stretched my ass hole. It felt like I was being split in two and I was certain that I was bleeding from there as well as from the pins. She had just completed pushing it into me and fastening the straps to hold it when Tracy came bouncing back down the stairs holding a bottle. I couldn’t see the label but Stacy giggled when she showed it to her and said "Oh, I bet that will sting." Tracy opened the bottle and began to pour it over each of the holes they had punched in my skin. As she poured she remarked to Stacy, "Sure hydrogen peroxide might sting a bit but it will keep the wounds clean and sanitized. You better use some on his ass as well." I didn’t hear Stacey’s response as it was drowned out by my screams. Gag or no gag the pain was so intense that my screams were clearly audible. I screamed the entire time she ‘cleansed’ my wounds in front and then even more as Stacy liberally applied it to my torn ass hole. "Oh, poor Donna." Said Tracy. "Tell you what, you can skip your chores for today. You just stay there and wait for Mom to finalize things." Satisfied with their handiwork and my suffering they left me hanging on the frame as they went back upstairs. Whether from forgetfulness or, more likely, to torment me with my reflection, they left the basement lights on. Nora finalizes things I don’t know how long I hung there but eventually Mistress Nora came down with the girls to view their project. She circled my suspended body smiling at the way the twins had buried my penis with my own flesh. For a moment I thought she was going to let me return to normal as she told the twins "OK, get the pins out and her balls back on display." Oh how I had deceived myself even if the usage of ‘her balls’ seemed out of place. Mistress Nora brought over a tray of sterile instruments and said "We need to do a vasectomy before we seal her balls inside her." Oh the horror. Not only was I being made impotent with steroids, she was planning to ensure that I was permanently sterile. Then I realized that potency hardly mattered if she was going along with the plan to feminize me. I won’t bore you with the details other than to tell you Mistress Nora was no kinder or gentler that Mistresses Stacy and Tracy had been. She made a small incision and snipped both tubes without benefit of anesthetic. She did have the twins replace my butt plug with one on a long pole that could be secured to both sides of the frame. That prevented me from even twitching my ass as she sterilized me. She then pushed my balls back into me and stitched the skin across my penis so that there was no visible indication of male anatomy. She used a long curved needle to do this stitching and thin stainless wire to ensure tightness. As she worked she made a series of small cuts so that the flesh would heal attached to the other side. The entire work was extremely painful and got even worse when she used the hydrogen peroxide to sterilize her work. Before leaving for the night she told me "Tomorrow you begin your training as a girl Donna. Pay attention to your young mistresses and learn your lessons or you will be severely punished. You have a lot to learn before you can go back to your chores." Then she turned to the girls and said "Give her the medicine tonight and another set of injections. In the morning be certain to tighten that waist cincher and start work on her breasts with the vacuum pump and on her nipples. Good job so far girls. I think Donna is going to make a great domestic serving girl for us." Epilogue She was right of course. I had to learn how to dress and how to walk and how to apply makeup properly and ever so many other things it takes to be a proper girl. Now I have a pretty maids uniform that shows off my boobies. It is black with white lace trim and I wear it with a starched white petticoat that lifts my short skirt so that when I bend my pretty ruffled panties show. When I am not doing something that would ruin them, like scrubbing the floors, I get to wear black stockings with a seam up the back. Of course the garter strap holding up the stockings show beneath my skit but my Mistresses say that that just makes my legs look better. I have gotten quite good with my shoes and place one foot in front of the other when I walk so that my hips swing properly. My mistresses say I look positively delicious. The broad three inch heels of my first pair have now become narrow stiletto heels almost 5 inches tall. Of course my feet hurt towards the end of the day but, as my Mistresses say, that’s part of the price of being a pretty girl. When I am doing work that would wrinkle my uniform I strip down to bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. I like to go around like this because my undies are so pretty. My bra is tight but has little holes in the cups so my nipples stick out. My nipples are quite pronounced and after repeated work with the pump are quite long now. Sometimes my Mistresses put clamps with little bells on my nipples. They say it is so that they will know where I am, but I think they just enjoy the pretty tinkle I make as I move. I know I do. Lets see what else my Mistresses have taught me. Now I know how to give manicures and pedicures and keep my mistresses toes and fingers properly attractive. I am learning how to style hair and soon will be an even better maid. I have also learned how to give pleasure with my mouth and serve not only my mistresses but also their girl friends. I have gotten quite good at this and sometimes I will hold one of them on edge for some time and then when they cum, instead of backing off, I will suck harder and extend their orgasm for ever so long. Of course when I do tease them like that I am spanked until I am crying but my Mistresses say that it is OK for a girl to cry a lot. Sometimes they bring boys home and I have to suck them off but I don’t like taking their funny looking things in my mouth. I like it better when they let the boy cum in my ass, but it is even better when my mistresses bring themselves off using strap ons in my ass. Of course it hurts when they enter my ass but I am happy because I know it brings my Mistresses pleasure. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? If I have been a very good girl my Mistresses will reward me by playing with my boobies and using a vibrator on me. I am almost eighteen now and can look forward to many more years of serving my Mistresses. Not many eighteen year old girls know their place in life and what they will do with the rest of it. I am such a lucky girl!