Neighborly Nightmare - part 4 - Emasculation.
By Kimmie Cat,   KimmieCat3@aol.com
A single girl learns about the 3 R's  rope, rape, and revenge 


CHAPTER 7

I used my scissors to begin snipping away at his pubic hairs. "So tell us,
Devin..... What happened before? Who was abusing you? When did it happen?"

He shut his eyes. "I'd rather not get into it now. Just forget about it,
okay?"

"No, really, Devin...." Patti spoke. "We care about you. We want to know what
happened? Did your mommy spank you a lot for not cleaning your room?"

Devin's lips tightened. It was obvious that the subject was bringing forth
some bad memories. "No," he said, shaking his head. "It wasn't my mother."

"Your father, then," Sheila suggested. "Every day, he called you a worthless
punk.....You were clumsy..... and he beat you for not measuring up to his
standards as a man."

His denials grew stronger. "No! It wasn't my father, okay? Just forget it."

I continued snipping and asked, "Could it have been something more perverse?
Perhaps a lewd uncle in charge of babysitting you made unwanted sexual
advances? Did something like that happen, Devin?"

"NO! STOP IT!"

"I can tell you have a lot of pent up frustration and anger, Devin. You need
to bare your soul to people who care about you..... like Sheila, Patti, and
me..... Who was it, Devin? Tell us what happened."

"I can't."

"Oh yes you CAN, Devin." I took hold of a few hairs above his cock and tried
yanking them up by the roots."

"AAgghhhhh!!! STOP IT!!"

"Then who was it, Devin?"

"I told you...... I don't want to talk about it. Just drop the subject."

"Then I guess you want more of this....."

"Agghh!! AAAGGGGHHHH!!! Okay, okay..... Stop it already....."

"Then who was it, Devin?"

"Nobody........ AAAGGHHHHHHHH!!! He turned his head away and mumbled, "It was
mm sssrrrrr."

"C'mon Devin," Patti coaxed him. "We're having a hard time hearing you."

Then finally, he looked up at her and yelled, "It was my SISTER!!!! OKAY?!!!"

The three of us grinned at each other in amusement and repeated, "Your
sister?" The revelation immediately made Devin's cock grow stiff and hard
again from embarrassment. I had to be careful because the head of his cock
pushed itself right up to where my hand was holding the scissors.

"Don't stop now, Devin. I'm sure it must have been a horrible experience for
you. Tell us what happened. What did she do to you?"

"Please.....I don't...... Aagghhh!"

"Of course if you want me to pull out ALL your curly hairs by their roots...."

Devin swallowed hard again and began talking softly. "I still hate her. I
don't know why she wanted to humiliate me in front of her friends."

"When did this happen, Devin? How old were you?"

"She was 16 and I was 13. She had about four of her girlfriends at our house
for a sleepover....."

"Go on..."

"Well..... I was taking a bath....and I thought the door to the bathroom was
locked. I could hear her giving her friends a tour of the house like 'This the
dining room, and this is the den'.......and then she just walks in saying 'and
this is the bathroom, and this is my creepy little brother, Devin....'

"Wow." So what did you do then? How did she get in?"

"I don't know. She must have jimmied the door lock. I just tried to cover up
my crotch with a wash cloth and was yelling at her to get out, and all her
friends were just staring at me, giggling and saying 'Hi Devin'.

"Well, certainly that would be embarrassing, but they didn't actually DO
anything to you?"

"Well.... but they came back later..... about 11pm.... and I was in pajamas in
my own bed, just reading a book.... and then she barges in again, into my room
with all her friends and says 'Here, I'll prove it to you'..... and then she
reaches under my bed and pulls out a handful of tissues with crusty stains and
shows them to her friends, and one girl goes 'Ohhh gross! That must be so
disgusting when a boy jacks off like that.' And then they all just look at me
and laugh and my sister throws the tissues on my bed."

"How awful..... So what did you do then?"

"I got real mad and tried to push them out of my room..... They were going,
but my cock had gotten hard and was poking up against the thin pj's and one
girl pointed and said 'Hey, look what happened. He's pitching a tent.'... and
then they all laughed at me again and one girl said 'We better get out of here
before the little pervert squirts sperm all over us'.

"Well, why do you suppose she was so mean to you?"

"I don't know."

"Was it because you were a mama'a boy...... a wimp..... a sissy?"

"But I wasn't."

"C'mon, Devin..... You took a bath instead of a shower. You still wore pj's to
bed , instead of just underwear..."

"But I wasn't a sissy. I was just used to doing that."

"So was your sister correct? Were you masturbating when you were thirteen?"

"Um..........................................sometimes."

"How often?"

"A few times....."

"A few? Yeh, right.....You know a good time to be honest with someone is when
they have a scissors very close to your cock. There must have been an awful
lot of tissue hidden under your bed. Now let's try this again with a little
feeling....... How many times a week did you masturbate?"

"Um........................um........................... almost every day?"

"Every day?!! Well perhaps your sister was just trying to shame you into
stopping.... just to keep you from turning INTO a pervert. But I guess she
wasn't too successful, was she? I just have a hard time believing that the
whole problem with your sister started when you were thirteen. I mean....
there must have been some things leading up to this."

"No, not just some things...... she was always mean to me."

"So tell us what happened before that."

"Well, when I was twelve....."

"Wait a second, Devin..... Before you go on, I want to get you stretched out
here so we can shave your body. C'mon, sit up so I can take off the handcuffs
now. I want you spread-eagled on the bed."

"How come they wouldn't open before?..... Ohhhh shit. Look at marks these
things left on my wrists."

"I didn't WANT them opened before, Devin......and I hope your not looking for
sympathy from ME....... If you want to cooperate, lie down and put your hands
under your head. Otherwise, I'll just tie your wrists to the bed corners. Does
this sound familiar?"

"Do we have to do this?"

"Do you have to ask?"

Patti inquired, "Are we going to shave his head too?"

"No, Patti..... I prefer 'cute' to freaky. Devin is still my friend. Patti,
can you go into the bathroom and get me three disposable razors, shaving
cream, a cup of hot water, and some towels and wash cloths please. You guys
can help me here."

"I usually get PAID to shave men's crotches," Sheila noted.

"Well, then you can shave his legs," I replied. "Okay, thanks, Patti..... How
are you at chests and arm pits? I think we're ready to get back to work now.
Devin, you were saying....... something about what happened when you were
twelve?"

"Um.....I forget......................hey, Owww!!"

"We can shave you dry if you like. Look, Devin, it's not healthy to keep this
anger bottled up inside you all these years. The three of us can help you. You
can trust us. We know how your mind works. You need to expose your fears and
frustrations so you can finally get passed them and start living a more normal
life. Continue Devin...... what happened when you were twelve?"

This was kind of fun, wetting down his body and working in a lather from
sideburns to toes.

"Well," he sighed, "It was almost the same thing but at that time, she was
trying to embarrass me in front of my mother's friends. I was changing clothes
in my room upstairs and I had to go to the bathroom real bad. So I raced
downstairs in only my underwear and I forgot that this was the night when my
mom invites her friends over. There were three of them that came in while I
was in the bathroom and they sat down at the dining room table to play cards
or something. My sister must have seen me when I ran in and all of a sudden I
heard her yelling out 'Mom!!! I have to use the bathroom and Devin's in there
playing with his dick again!!' "

"And were you playing with yourself?"

"No, not that time anyway. That's what got me so mad. And we only had one
bathroom in our house. And I said 'I am not' and I told her to shut up.... but
she yelled again real loud so all the ladies could hear, 'Mom!!! Tell him to
get out! I can hear him rubbing his penis up and down!"

"Devin, I think your mother would be the one who'd be most embarrassed hearing
that."

"No, she started yelling at me to stop it and come out. We lived in a bungalow
and I had to actually run through the middle of the dining room and living
room to get to the stairs, and when I came out, my sister points her finger at
me and grins. I tried to race past all those ladies as fast as I could, but I
didn't make it. My mother grabbed my wrist and squeezed it real hard and I
started crying and begging her to let me go. I said 'Mom, c'mon, I'm in my
underpants'......and all those ladies are looking at me out of the corner of
their eyes, giving me dirty looks, like 'shame on you'...... And then my
mother tells me that the reason boys go blind when they masturbate is because
they can accidentally squirt sperm into their eyes. I mean...... the whole
thing was just so stupid......"

"Wow, that's sounds awful......So did she let you go then?" I asked.

"No......I started getting an erection in my underpants 'cause everyone was
staring at me, and my sister was still by the bathroom door where nobody could
see her and she was laughing her head off...... And then my mother says real
loud so everyone could hear, 'There will be no touching of the penis in this
house. Do you understand that young man?' ....And I'm standing there shaking
and crying and I tell her 'Mom, please, you're hurting my wrist'....And by now
the other ladies know what she's doing is wrong but they all turned away and
didn't want to say anything.... So my mom says 'Promise me you'll never touch
it again'...and I say okay, and she yells 'PROMISE!..... and I'm crying but I
still say 'I promise'..... but she yells 'SAY IT RIGHT!' and squeezes my wrist
even harder with her nails....and I cry out, 'I promise I'll never touch my
penis again.' ....and she finally lets go of me and I run upstairs....and I
think I cried for a week."

"Wow," I sighed, "That is one heavy duty guilt trip."

"So did you keep your promise?" Patti giggled.

"Patti, quit laughing at him. This is a serious subject for Devin..........You
know, most of your skin is very smooth, Devin. Well, you look a little bit
like a poodle taking a bath right now with all this lather but you shave very
easily."

"Yes, you have nice legs too, Devin," Sheila added, stroking his calves with
the blade. "And make sure you do a thorough job on his chin, Patti."

"Hey, I'm not rushing this job. Armpits are my specialty. The rest is kind of
an adventure. Kimmie, are you going to spend all day shaving his cock? You're
obsessed with it, aren't you?"

"It's just that his balls are delicate. I don't want to pinch him....... So,
Devin, I take it that you and your sister NEVER got along?"

"I always hated her...... I still do."

"Didn't you try to fight back?"

"She was a lot bigger than me."

"But, I think we're only hearing one side here. You must have been quite an
annoying little brother to make her want to torment you like that."

"No...."

"C'mon, Devin...."

"No! I don't know why she picked on me. But it was always like that."

"Even before you reached puberty? Would she try to embarrass you?...... Devin,
why are you closing your eyes so hard?...... It's okay, Devin...... Remember
what I said. The only way to get past your guilt and anger is to release it.
You can't keep it bottled up inside forever...... That will only destroy
you...... It's the root of your problems...... You've got to let it
go.......Tell us what she did to you, Devin......"

"----sniff---- ----When I ten...... this was the worst.....ohh."

"It's okay if you want to keep your eyes closed, Devin........but please
continue."

"I was ten and she was thirteen..... and we went swimming at the city pool on
Memorial Day. It was hot and that was the first day that the pool was
open...... And then we heard the Memorial Day parade coming up the street next
to the park..... so we both ran out to the street to watch it. We were still
in our swim suits. .....I bought an ice cream cone from one of the sidewalk
vendors and was watching while a band and some parade floats went by.......
.............no.....I can't............."

I saw him shake his head back and forth but I urged him on. "Let it GO, Devin!
This is your only chance....... Release it!!"

He was breathing harder. "Well......well......The baton majorette's were about
to march by us...... They were ten or eleven years old. Some of them were in
my fifth grade class at school. I put my left hand up to wave....."

"Yes?..........and then what happened?"

"Then my sister walked up behind me and pulled my swim trunks down to my
ankles. The majorettes bumped into each other as they stopped and squealed at
me. A couple of them pointed their batons at my penis as they laughed. I was
mortified. It happened so quickly and I couldn't pull my trunks up fast
enough...... I should have just thrown the ice cream cone on the ground but I
tried to hold on to it and pull my trunks up with my left hand and I couldn't
do it....... and then the group behind the majorettes saw me..... they were a
camping troop..... of eight and nine year old little girls and they bumped
into the majorettes and then they all just stopped and giggled and squealed at
me."

"Well this is certainly a traumatizing event..... How did it end?"

"That's the point...... It didn't really end. Yes, I pulled up my trunks and
ran home, but the last two weeks of school were awful...... the girls in my
class kept walking by and teasing me saying, 'I saw your cute little pee pee,
Devin.'"

Sheila shook her head commenting, "Children can be so cruel." Then she tugged
underneath Devin's knees. "Come on now, I need you to scoot down a little
toward the foot of the bead so you can bend your knees up half way. That way,
I'll be able to shave the back of your legs."

"While you're at it," Patti added, "why don't you just sit up straight and
support yourself with your hands leaning behind you.........That's it, good.
I'll be able to shave your back now...... Are you going to finish his chest,
Kimmie?"

"Yep."

"But be careful around his nipples."

"Why, do they bite?"

Devin looked sullen amidst all his lather. "I don't think you care at all what
happened," he grumbled.

"Devin!" I answered him sharply. "You come on to us with this big tale of woe
about how you were so horribly abused as a child but then it turns out that no
one actually beat or molested you. So what's the real issue here?.......that
you thought you were angry with your sister and your mother?.....or that in
reality, you were just ashamed of your penis?"

"No..... that wasn't it...."

"Come on, Devin...... All you've been harping on for the last ten minutes is
the fact that the only reason you had an unhappy childhood is because everyone
in the world was making fun of your penis. That's why you had to masturbate
every day. You thought it gave you control over something you hated. But all
it did was drive you into a vicious circle by adding guilt without removing
any of the shame. All of this abuse you claim was nothing more than self
abuse."

"No!"

"Get over it, Devin. You hated having something that ugly dangling between
your legs.....sloshing back and forth with every step. Oh, sure you had
psychological wounds..... but they were self inflicted."

"NO!"

"The fact is, Devin, that your sister never actually laid a hand on you....
She never hurt you in any physical way."

"Yes, she did!"

"How?"

"I told you..... I couldn't fight back against her cause she was bigger than
me..... and every time we got into an argument, she tried to end it by kicking
me in the balls."

"Oh, you mean the balls that were attached to your penis? See, once again we
return to the source of your childhood miseries. You can't seem to break away
from it. So what were you doing that would cause your sister to become so
angry?"

"....nothing...."

"BULLSHIT, Devin!

"But she hit me hard, too!.......when I was seven."

"With her fists?"

"No, with a ...................hairbrush......"

"Under what circumstances?"

"Uh......I forget."

I went up to him nose to nose, lifting his head up with my hands on both sides
of his face. "Devin, if you don't answer honestly now, you'll soon be the
sorriest little boy in THIS room, I guarantee it..... Now start remembering."

He lowered his head again and with his voice shaking, he answered, "I was in
the bathroom with a girl cousin.......my age...... and we were just playing
doctor.....I don't want to talk about this...."

"Finish it, Devin."

"Um..... well..... we were both naked..... we tried to whisper but my sister
must have overheard us..... There was no one else home then..... and she
walked in......She blocked the doorway we both got real scared......and she
said to me 'So this is what you do with little girls when you think no one's
watching, is it? Well we're just going to have to put a stop to this kind of
behavior right now.' Then she grabbed her hairbrush off the counter...... and
she bent me over the side of the tub and started paddling my butt real
hard..... and she made the girl stay and watch..... and she started to cry
too."

"Were you touching this girl before your sister walked in?"

"Yes."

"And did you ask her to touch you back?"

"Yes."

"What part of you did you ask her to touch?"

There was an eerie silence as we waited for him to respond. A moment later, I
chose to repeat myself. "Devin, answer! What part of your body did you ask her
to touch?"

He closed his eyes again and murmured, "My penis."

The three of us nodded and said 'uh-huh'. I folded my arms and told him, "You
know, I think we've heard just about all we'd care to about your so called
childhood abuse..... especially since we found out who was the REAL abuser."

"But it wasn't like that....."

"Oh, shut up, Devin..........C'mon, girls, we're done with him now. It's time
to clean this boy up."

I rinsed out some washcloths and brought in a few more towels....... and for a
few minutes we worked Devin over until he was squeaky clean. The difference we
saw was astonishing.

Sheila nodded here approval. "You were right, Kimmie. He does look like a
little boy now."

"A CUTE little boy," I added.

Patti agreed. "He looks just like my three year old nephew...... except
Devin's penis is a lot smaller."

Devin was still layed out nicely in front of us. His ankles were tied to the
corners of the bed keeping his legs spread widely apart..... and he sat up
while leaning back on his hands. But he was too ashamed to look up at us.

"Don't you feel all clean and fresh now?" I asked him. "Go ahead.....Feel
yourself."

He shrugged his shoulders, and seemed not too happy looking at his denuded
body.

I nodded again telling him, "I think this look is a lot more like the real
you, Devin...... kind of matches your maturity level and your mindset. So
we're demoting you to kindergarten. Yes, I think a few more years of naptime
and training pants might allow you time to grow up to be a better
person........ Oops, did I embarrass you? You're getting a hard-on again. Now
lay back down for a minute, please. Your body is very dry now and I need to
apply an aftershave moisturizer."

"Make sure you rub it in real good around his pubic area," Sheila advised.
"And especially in his armpits, too."

"How does that feel, now?" I asked him. "Nice and cool?....... I have a
present for you too, Devin...... but you have to put your hands under your
butt first."

"Why?"

"Why not? Oh, come on, Devin, it's nothing. You weren't going anywhere so just
do what I ask so I can untie your feet, okay?"

Hmm.....I guess I was persuasive enough this time...... When he did as asked,
I got up on the bed again and kneeled with my butt on his tummy, facing his
legs, and pinning his arms down. Sheila then gave me a small box she had
pulled from her medical bag.

"Now what?" Devin asked, twisting his head trying to see what was happening.

"Kimmie's going to give you an obedience collar," Sheila explained. "It will
allow you to run free without any handcuffs. Wouldn't you like that? Normally
it's used on laboratory rats, but the behavioral differences between men and
rats is so infinitesimally small, that it shouldn't make a difference."

When I took the collar out of the box, I didn't realize how tiny it would be.
"Shiela," I said, "this isn't going to fit around Devin's neck. About the only
place it would fasten securely would be around his uh.......you know......"

"Your quick, Kimmie. Did I ever tell you that?" she answered. "Just make sure
you read the warning label."

"I'm quitting!" Devin called out. "Get off me! I don't want any part of this!"

His body wriggled underneath me but there was little he could do to stop me
from buckling the little collar around his cock and balls. I made sure it was
snug but not so much that it would cut off circulation. The buckle was
equipped with a tiny key-opened locket to prevent its removal. Then I got off
him and picked up the label.

"It says whenever the subject demonstrates inappropriate behavior during an
experiment, a corrective measure is applied in the form of an electrical
current. Each time the experiment is repeated, the duration and intensity of
the current should be increased until the subject demonstrates the appropriate
response...... Caution, this device should never be used on a human subject."

"See I told you, Kimmie," Sheila boasted. "It only cautions against HUMAN
subjects.... doesn't say anything about men."

Devin sat up and tried in vain to pull the collar off his genitals. He looked
angry and worried at the same time. "A Witch Doctor...... that's all the kind
of doctor YOU are," he grumbled at Sheila.

"Oh, quit your complaining," I advised Devin. "Here, I can untie your feet
now. Isn't that what you wanted? There you are..... free as a bird."

"Is it getting warm in here?" he asked. "Or is it just me?"

I then led him by the hand to a spot in front of my full length mirror. "So
how do you like yourself?" I asked, pointing at his reflection.

Devin's eyes popped open with a look of shock as he glanced at his hairless
body. Instinctively, he covered his crotch with his hands and turned away from
the mirror with his legs pressed together. I had never seen him so self
conscious.

"Told you, you looked cute!" I chided him. Then, as he turned away, I stuck my
index finger between his ass cheeks and gave him a little wiggle on his butt
plug. "How's that pussy stretcher working out, huh? Is it still comfy?"

"Stop it," he wined, pushing my hand away, ".....and how come it got so hot in
this room?"

"Are you forgetting something?!" Patti exclaimed to Devin. "Look
around.....You're free now! This is your chance to escape! Run,
Devin!!!...........Hurry!!"

The man took one step toward the bedroom door and then hesitated. "But what
about this?" he said pointing to the loop around his cock.

"Don't you get it, Devin?" she answered. "It's for little rats..... It
couldn't possibly hurt a big one...... well, you know..... a big guy like you.
Sheila's holding the remote. As soon as you leave the room, you'll be out of
range." Then Patti went into my nightstand drawer and flipped him a key.
"Here's your ticket out the front door."

"Patti's lying!" Sheila called out. "Don't take a chance on getting hurt,
Devin. The pain would be far too much to bear for a sissy like you. You must
obey."

This time, I sat back down on the bed and let my girl friends fight it out.
Patti was really challenging him.

"Devin, wake up!!! For crying out loud, this is the first time tonight you're
not tied up or tied down. It's a level field again so how can you let Sheila
talk to you that way? Huh?"

Devin's eyes darted back and forth.

"You're wasting your breath, Patti," she answered. "Sissies never fight back.
All he's going to do is cower..... and cry..... and maybe play with his
penis."

"Do SOMETHING Devin!!" Patti yelled. "Show some backbone! Here, the door's
open...... Now either get the hell out of here, or grab the remote out of
Sheila's hand."

Sheila shook her head and replied snootily, "No, Patti..... I think he'll just
cry."

I kept watching Devin's eyes. I wasn't quite sure which way he'd go. But a
second later, he bolted toward Sheila. Good..... I was glad to see that he
still had some emotion left.....even though he only managed one step before
Sheila punched the button and dropped him to the floor.

"WAAAAHHGGHH.!!!!!!!!.........oh shit.............................ohhhhhh
shit........."

Devin quickly grabbed his testicles to make sure they were still there. Then
he glanced back up at Sheila, who just shrugged her shoulders.

"Well what the hell did you expect?" she asked him. "That's why it's called an
obedience collar....... and don't give me any dirty looks either. That
electric shock you got was nothing..... probably no more juice than an
ordinary 110 house current would carry. Now of course I could turn it up to a
220 line if you'd like to see what THAT feels like ....hmmm?"

He lowered his head slowly and shook it as a 'no.'

"Good decision this time, Devin," Sheila went on. "It would have fried your
balls off."

He looked up again and asked, "Isn't there something in the Geneva Convention
than says you can't torture a prisoner of war."

"Well......I'm not quite sure, Devin. I've never been to Geneva before so I
wouldn't know. Patti, Kimmie....... have either of you been to Geneva?"

I raised my hand. "I visited Geneva, Ohio once..... But I guess it wasn't
during the convention. Anyway, you're not a prisoner of war, Devin..... You're
a prisoner of love."

Patti nodded. "That sounds so romantic, Kimmie.....a prisoner of love. So what
will be your first command for the prisoner to obey?"

I put my hand under my chin. "Hmmm..... You know I'm just so infatuated with
his new cute little 'bod' that I'd like to see more of it...... Devin, why
don't you do a good muscleman pose for us, okay?"

"But----"

"Do it!!" Sheila yelled at him, holding up the remote button."

I have to admit it was kind of fun reversing our previous roles ......and I
wondered what else I could do, now having total control over Devin. God, he
was cute, doing a little 'bump and grind' before us. I'm not sure if the red
in his face came from straining or just embarrassment, but I would guess the
latter..... since his love muscle took up an erect pose also. And all of us
went 'oooooooooooooooo'.

"Hey, that's great, Devin!" I applauded. "Now let's see you do fifty
jumping-jacks counting out loud."

"Kimmie," his voice whined again as he frowned. "My whole body's burning up.
What did you put on me?"

I shrugged and looked at Patti. "What kind of aftershave did you give me?" She
tossed me the tube and I read the label. "Gosh, Patti, sometimes you act like
such a ditz..... This isn't aftershave. It's 'Freezy- heat', a muscle rub.
That's a terrible mistake! And right after we shaved him? No wonder his skin
is burning."

"Well YOU'RE the one who rubbed it in!" she snapped back.

Devin started walking toward the bedroom door. "I need to put cold water on."

"No," I said blocking his path. "Who said you could leave? You do the jumping
jacks first."

"But I can't stand it!" he argued, shaking his hands and feet like a little
kid.

Then Patti yelled at him, "Just quit whining and do as you're TOLD!" She gave
him a quick hand to his buttocks that wasn't very hard, but it made him
realize that with us two blocking the door and Sheila holding the remote, he
wasn't about to go anywhere. Then he frowned again like little boy about to
cry. (It's so cute seeing him do that)

"One.......Two......Three......Four....."

"Spread your legs farther apart on the first count," I coached him.

"Nine......Ten......Eleven.......Twelve......."

We watched in fascination as his erection bobbed up and down rapidly. "You
know, Patti," I said, "I never realized that it would make such a loud
flapping noise against his tummy."

"Seventeen......Eighteen......Nineteen...... Twenty....... ---Can I stop now,
PLEASE?!"

"No"

"Twenty five......Twenty six......"

"This is good exercise for you, Devin. You're working up a sweat now."

"Thirty one......Thirty two.......---Oh SHIT! It must be eating away at my
FLESH!!!"

"No, that's just your imagination...... Keep going."

"Thirty seven...... Thirty eight...... ---- I have to stop! PLEASE!!"

"NO!"

"Forty one......Forty two......--- IT'S BURNING ME ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!"

"GEEZ!!!" Sheila screamed out. "I can't stand this constant WHINING?!! I'm
tired of hearing it! Kimmie, I'm sorry but if you can't control your little
male friend, then maybe I should. Sheila turned her head and barked out an
order. "Devin.......get over here."

Devin stopped his jumping jacks six reps shy of fifty. But he hesitated at
Sheila's command. "Why?" he asked timidly.

Sheila stood at the foot of the bed at held up the collar remote so Devin
could see it. "Get over here NOW!" she repeated, pointing to her feet.

He took two steps closer but couldn't help being worried. "But what for?" he
asked again.

"How high do I have to set this dial?" she threatened.

The naked man moved just one step closer and then tried to reason with her.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop whining...... all right?"

Sheila turned the setting higher and had her thumb ready to punch the button.
"GET OVER HERE, DEVIN," she demanded. "I SAID NOW!!!!!"

Devin quickly tip-toed the remaining few steps but clearly looked worried as
he stood before her and continued to plead his case. "I said I'd stop
whining."

"Oh, you don't have to...." she sneered at him. Then Sheila suddenly grabbed
his left arm and pulled him forcefully down over her lap as she sat on the
bed. "In fact I think you need something more to whine about." Then her knees
clamped tightly together against his penis preventing an escape....... and his
buttocks raised temptingly upward in the classic spanking position.

Embarrassed by his predicament, Devin flailed his arms and hollered, "Okay! I
get the message!"

"Oh really?" Sheila mused. "Not from what I've heard about you the last two
weeks. The REAL message is 'your attitude sucks', Devin...... especially your
attitude toward women. That's why I'm going to give you something your mommy
should have given you when you were eight or nine years old."

Neither Patti or I had noticed that while we were shaving him, Sheila had
gotten her sorority paddle and slipped it under the bed. Now she was rubbing
it lightly over his rump.

The anticipation was straining Devin's nerves. His forehead was perspiring
again. "Look," he pleaded, "I already told Kimmie I was sorry......"

----wooosh---- -----SWATTTTTTT!!!!------

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Patti and I both jumped. The first wack nearly took Devin's breath away.
"Isn't it strange..." Sheila began lecturing him, "how rapists are always
sorry AFTER they're caught?"

Devin's voice cracked as he tried to look back. "But what else should I say?"

Sheila's voice remained stern. "Say your prayers, Devin."

----wooosh---- -----SWATTTTTTT!!!!------

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!...........That 's enough.....
really........please......"

One thing was certain......Sheila wasn't pulling her punches. Just two whacks
was all it took to change Devin's butt to a bright red hue.

Patti joined me on the other side of the bed so we could see his face. "This
must be working," she observed. "The first tear is running down his face."

Sheila replied, "Well then maybe he's not quite the big tough man that he was
trying to make himself out to be all this time...... are you?"

--- whack---

"Are you?"

---- WACK!!----

"OWW!! ...... No."

"Really, Devin?...... You mean you're not the super smooth macho guy that you
wanted everyone to think you were?...... Huh?...."

----- WACK!!-----

"OWWWWW!!!! NO! ALL RIGHT!!! Can you please stop now?"

Devin squinted his eyes as they welled up with more tears. He coughed and
clenched his fists.

"So what are you saying?" Sheila continued. "That you're just a phony? ....A
big fraud?....."

---whack---

"You're just a sissy, aren't you?"

----- WACK!!! ----- -----WACK!!!-----

"OWWWWWW!!! ohhh.....ohhhhh.......yes......enough.....please....."

"Well don't tell me ...... Tell Kimmie."

"Um......ummmmm......"

"Tell her!"

"I am....."

"TELL HER!!!!"

----wooosh---- -----SWATTTTTTT!!!!------

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........ohhhh"

"I felt that Sheila might have been going a bit overboard with Devin's
spanking. But when I recalled how much he tormented me, I figured there wasn't
much cause for sympathy. Devin's arms now hung limp over Sheila's knees. As he
raised his head to look up at me, I could see his lower lip quiver through a
pained expression. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"----sniff---- ----cough---- .....Kimmie.......," he blurted out weakly in
kind of a crying whine."

There seemed a long pause which Devin needed to gain enough willpower to
complete his sentence.

"----sniff---- ----sniff---- I........I....... ----cough--- ...I'm a
sissy.........."

His head promptly dropped back down against Sheila's thigh......and I stepped
forward and lightly stroked the back of his hair. "That's painfully obvious,
dear," I told him.

I had sometimes heard stories about what it would take to break the will of
another human being. I knew it would not be a fun thing for that person and I
wondered if we had reached that point here. It wasn't something that I was
expecting, but the thought of breaking Devin gave me a renewed sense of power
over my tormentor........or really my ex- tormentor. Hmmm.....I wonder what I
should do with him now?"

CHAPTER 8

I helped Devin up off Sheila's lap and asked him to sit down next to me on the
bed again. To my right side, he sat very slowly as his butt was mighty
sore......and he held his head low and looked very depressed, folding his
hands in his lap and still sniffling back tears. I had never seen such a
pathetic looking man.

Patti offered me a tissue and I tried to wipe some of the mess off his face
while I put my right arm around his shoulder to comfort him. "Come on now,
Devin...... Blow your nose," I urged him. (I felt a little silly telling him
that.)

-----snort-----

The other girls giggled.

"Having a bad day?" I asked him.

Devin sniffled again and nodded his head without looking up.

"Does your skin still burn?"

He nodded again, but before I could say any more, Sheila barged over and told
Devin she was giving him something else. "This will help take your mind off
the burning," she said.

Both of us were a little surprised by what happened next. Sheila reached into
her medical bag and took out two small clamps which she then applied to
Devin's nipples. They looked like small spring clips similar to clothes pins.

"Get your hands away from those!" she yelled at him.

"But it hurts," Devin whined.

"It's SUPPOSED to hurt, dim-wit.......You're being punished. And anyway, you
think about tits so often, maybe you should worry about your OWN tits for
awhile. But if you touch those clamps again, you'll get another spanking."

Devin curled his lower lip.

I rubbed his right shoulder again and told him, "It's okay." (I was beginning
to think that Sheila and I were playing the role of 'good cop - bad cop'.)
"Look, Devin," I tried to comfort, "just because you're a sissy, it doesn't
mean that you and I still can't be friends. I still like you......."

He sat motionless, blinking his eyes.

"But there's something you need to understand," I continued. "You see, it's
not enough just to SAY that you're a sissy...... You've got to prove it."

I saw no reaction.

"Tell me something, Devin," I went on. "When you were having all those
problems with your sister, was there ever a time when she actually forced you
to masturbate in front of her and her friends?"

He shook his head 'no'.

"Well maybe you've got that wrong, Devin. Maybe it's just a suppressed memory
that you're trying to hide. I think I can guess what really happened, Devin.
That day when your sister barged into your bedroom with her friends......She
didn't just make fun of you. She grabbed you and held you down on the bed
while her friends stripped off your pajamas...... Oh, you struggled against
them all right..... but you were no match for girls who were older and
stronger than you....."

Again, Devin shook his head and whimpered, "No..... no...."

"Oh yes, Devin...... and then to your dismay, you were just a naked little
twelve year old boy sitting on his bed with an erection...... in fear of
getting another terrible spanking if he didn't play with penis in front of all
the girls. Your parents were out for the evening and you felt trapped.....
sooooooo helpless......soooooooo vulnerable........ and so ashamed of your
nakedness......All the girls were staring at you and giggling.... and your
face turned red and you wanted to cry, but you knew there was no escape.....
and now you had to do what they wanted."

Then I tapped his shoulder. "This is your cue, Devin...... Show us how you
played in front of all those girls......that is, of course, unless you'd
rather have another spanking."

As he was ordered, Devin then unfolded his hands and started slowly rubbing
the head of his penis with his right hand. He didn't look up.

Sheila noted, "Your left hand isn't doing anything, Devin..... Try sucking
your thumb..... and quit staring at the floor..... Sit up straight!"

I pointed and coaxed him into following Sheila's instructions. I tried hard to
keep from laughing, since it was so hard to imagine Devin looking like such a
scared little boy. But there he was, the big tuff guy, sitting right next to
me sucking his thumb and jacking off. I was sure glad the video camera was
still running.

But apparently Sheila was still not satisfied with his performance. "Is that
the best you can do?" she criticized. "What's your problem, Devin? You're
acting like you've never done this before. Put some feeling into it."

Devin attempted to work a little more vigorously on his cock, but it was clear
that he was suffering deeply from his humiliation.

"You know, you're really boring us Devin," Sheila criticized again. "Just our
luck, we run into the only male in the world who doesn't even know how to play
with his own dick. But that's okay, Devin. If need be, we can help you along.
Yes, let me just see if I brought a sheet of sandpaper with me."

"No!" he called out, removing his thumb. "I can do it."

"Ohhhh, I don't think so," Sheila replied. "You're obviously too
clumsy.......and who said you could stop sucking your thumb? Put it back in,
you little crybaby."

"But....."

"I said NOW!!"

Sheila made sure Devin could see the collar controller in her hand. With a
sulking expression, he returned to his thumb sucking and his meat- beating.
But I could tell he really hated her and I thought it might be a wise idea if
I intervened now between the two of them.

I nuzzled up to him and spoke quietly in his ear. "Devin, before you get
Sheila any angrier, why don't you let me help you out a little." I reached
around in front of him with my left hand and lightly took hold of his right.
"Let's stop this for a second," I told him. Then I asked Patti to get me a
particular bottle and a jar from the refrigerator. "Now Devin," I continued,
"just slide over a little and sit on my lap okay? Come on, now."

Devin put his feet on the floor and I placed my hands under his armpits to
guide him up and over so that his butt nestled in my lap while his feet stuck
out to my right and rested on the bed. With my left arm, I cradled his neck
and shoulder. I was thankful that he only weighed about 150 pounds.

"My, my," I said. "You certainly make a big baby...... and I'm not saying that
to make fun of you, Devin. It's just that in this position, I think you look
very, VERY cute. Patti, do have his bottle ready yet?"

"Yes.....Let the baby have his bottle," she snickered, handing it over to me.

"Do you remember how to drink milk out of one of these," I ask him. Then I
rubbed the nipple up and down on his lips. "You just have to suck on it but
not too hard 'cause the milk doesn't come out very fast anyway. And use both
hands please.....It'll give you something to do while I teach you how to play
with your pee-pee."

Patti shook her head, seeing him cooperate this time without even a complaint.
As he sucked diligently on the baby bottle she remarked, "I don't know about
what your other women friends might think of this, Devin, but I can tell you
I'm beginning to lose my respect for you."

"Oh, it took you this long, Patti?" Sheila scoffed.

"Will you guys quit picking on Devin?" I answered back. "I really LIKE him as
a baby."

His cock had grown very hard again from the embarrassment of his predicament
and I encircled his shaft with my right hand. Then I began slow repetitions
back and forth making sure to create a lot of friction against the ridge on
the head of his cock. His body reacted with series of sudden small twitches.

As I speeded up my movements, Devin's eyes opened wide and his breathing
became heavier. But throughout this, he remained silent, sucking on his bottle
as ordered. I wondered what could possibly be going on in his mind..... than
any grown man would allow a few girls to humiliate him in such a fashion.
Could he actually be enjoying this?

The pressure inside him was building rapidly. With each stroke, I could feel
his penis becoming thicker......and it's color turned nearly red as it became
engorged with blood. Devin tightened his gripped and squeezed his fingers hard
on his bottle. His feet began 'pawing' back and forth on the surface of the
bed....... and I started to hear little grunts of 'uh...uhhh' from his voice
box as he sucked on the nipple.

It occurred to me that I had never seen his cock building up pressure like
this. It had always been inside me somewhere where I couldn't really look at
it. This was quite a different feeling, being in control. I decided to prolong
his agony by altering my rhythm, pausing several seconds after each series of
strokes. His cock was so hard and stiff I think I could have used it to pound
in nails.

I was fascinated by his new docile nature..... so I decided to play with him a
little. I pulled the head of cock down so that it pointed between his legs.
Then I let go and watched it catapult back against his tummy with a pronounced
smacking noise. I did this about a dozen times and my two girlfriends were
getting a kick out of watching this. They started saying
'boing...boing...boing'. While they laughed, I reached under him and wiggled
his butt plug to add a little stimulation to his 'pussy stretcher'. That made
him squirm. Then I switched to patting his cock...... over and over, kind of
like the way you would pat a dog on it's head. I kept patting him harder till
I was beating his meat pretty vigorously. I couldn't imagine his organ
swelling up anymore that it was now.

"Are you trying to give him 'blue balls'?" Sheila asked.

"I don't know..... Let me see." Then I cupped his balls and messaged them with
light squeezing and circular movements. His scrotum was very tight......and
his responses became more intense. I could hear him groaning louder under his
breath......while his knees started thrashing back and forth like a bicycle
rider. I think it was time to finish him off.

I circled the head of his cock again with my right hand and rubbed it back and
forth machine gun style as fast as I could. Devin shuddered and took a big
gulp of air. Then I grabbed his scrotum and squeezed hard. As I did, the baby
bottle popped out of his mouth and he reached into the air with his fists. His
legs stretched out straight as a board...... and his whole body appeared
struck by rigormortis. The moment of explosion was in my control...... and I
relished the power.

"UHHHHHHH!!!!! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

The unusual expression on his face fascinated me. Devin's mind certainly
wandered into another world as he shot THIS load. He didn't even notice that
Patti was collecting his juice in a special jar we had ready. Otherwise, I
think we would have needed a bucket and a mop.

"UHH!! UHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

But these were not the thundering bellows of a conqueror that I had heard from
him before.......No, this time it sounded more like the high-pitched
whimpering of a little boy.

After eight or nine shootings, his body began to relax again...... and he
settled back into my lap appearing drained of his energies. Patti closed up
the jar but his penis continued to run with a messy after-drip.

I raised his head up a little and pointed out the problem. "You see this,
Devin? You made a mess between your legs."

He looked up at me and said, "But I thought you wanted me to....."

"Oh, shut up, Devin!" I snapped back at him. "This kind of behavior is
unacceptable. Only babies make a mess between their legs. Is that what you
like to do?"

"No, but you said that....."

"Well fine, Devin," I interrupted. Then, pointing directly at his nose, I
added, "I think I've made the rules pretty clear for you, buster. So if you
want to act like a baby, then you'll be treated like a baby." Then I turned
and nudged him off my lap. "Lay down on the bed...... Now!"

He sat up and whined, "Can you please take the nipple clips off me? They
hurt."

"Sheila commented, "They only hurt because you're a cry baby."

"Yeh, Devin," Patti gloated. "Let's see the baby cry some more for us."

He looked up at me again, "Kimmie, please...."

"LAY DOWN!!" I repeated, shoving his shoulders to the mattress. "And you can
go back to your thumb-sucking. We're tired of listening to your babyish
remarks." Then I picked up his left hand and inserted his thumb into his
mouth. "If you remove it, you'll get a spanking," I warned him.

"Hmmmph!!" he grumbled at me with bent eyebrows.

Then I made a quick trip to the bathroom to gather up some supplies. "You
know, Devin," I remarked upon returning, "I never thought I'd be spending the
evening as your babysitter. Maybe I should charge your mommy a dollar an hour
for taking care of you."

"Make it five," Sheila advised. "His behavior's been atrocious."

I used a damp wash cloth to clean up around his crotch. He held his knees up
and quite a bit resembled a large baby. "What a disgusting mess," I continued
to scold him. "You know, there's some things about babies that just aren't
very cute." Then I sprinkled powder on him and rubbed it in all around his
penis, balls, and rear end. "That should make you smell a little better," I
told him. "You certainly need it. I also have a big boy size diaper for
you..... Maybe when you're a little older, you can wear training pants, but
for now, a diaper will have to do."

I put a white folded cloth next to him and asked Patti to help raise his legs
so I could center it under his butt. Then I folded up the two corners against
his hips. "Now hold real still...... so I don't poke you with these safety
pins."

After what happened the last two weeks, this sight just boggled my mind. I
couldn't believe this was the real Devin......now just a grown man in diapers,
sucking his thumb. "There, there," I soothed him, while patting his rump.
"....And what a good baby you are today....." But I was starting to dislike
him just for the fact that he was acting like such a wimp. "Patti, can you
grab me the bar stool from the kitchen, please."

I sat on the bed again next to him and pulled his thumb out of his mouth. Then
I wiggled his lower lip with my finger. "Now, Devin....... You know I promised
you a special dinner when you came over tonight and I always keep my
word....... So I want to you to sit up here on your high chair and get ready
for your surprise."

I gently pulled on his wrists and helped him up...... and onto the bar stool
next to me. At this stage of the game, he wasn't offering any resistance,
seeming to acknowledge his 'wimpafied' state. "No, don't use the foot rest," I
told him. "Let your feet dangle free like a little kid would.... and then you
can swing them back and forth...... Good, now would you like something to hold
onto while you eat dinner?"

"Let him hold his dick," Sheila commented.

"No, no, now stop it, Sheila...... I want you to be nice to the baby. Here,
Devin, I have a little teddy bear for you...... Isn't that sweet? Okay, now
come on, I want you to smile for me......Come onnnnnnnn..... a big smile
now..... You can do it."

I gave him a little tickle on his side which manage to coax a grin.....
setting him up for the start of feeding time. "Good.....Okay, now, Devin......
You see here? I got you a jar of your favorite baby food. It's made from
carrots.... sort of a carrot porage..... and I have a little spoon just for
you..... So I want you to be a GOOD boy for Kimmie and eat it all up."

I dipped into the jar and placed the first spoonful of carrot mush against his
lips..... which were reluctant to part. "Come on, sweetie," I coaxed him.
"You'll really love this stuff, and it's good for you too...... Come on, you
don't want to make Aunt Sheila give you another spanking, do you? Just try one
bite, okay? Come on..... open up....."

Gradually, I forced the spoon forward until he allowed it in. When the pabulum
settled on his taste buds, his reaction was immediate.....

"PTTHOOOOOO!!!!!!!! BLEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! ARHGHGFFF!!"

Seeing him spit his food all over the floor, Sheila walked up to Devin and
raised her right hand.

"No..." he pleaded, cowering with his teddy bear.

----SMACK!---- She delivered a hard glancing blow with her palm to the side of
his head.

"Sheila!" I yelled. "Stop it! He's just a baby!"

"Sure, Kimmie, but you have to discipline them when they're young...... so
they know who's boss."

"Oh, but I'm sure he does," I replied. "Now Devin, I'm sure you could tell
that these weren't just ordinary carrots..... These are 'spermed' carrots,
your favorite."

He turned his head away and mumbled, "But it tastes terrible."

"Come on, Devin," I continued. "Didn't you, yourself say it was made of all
natural ingredients..... you know..... a great refreshing treat...... Isn't
that what you said when you made ME eat it."

He shrugged. "I don't remember...."

This was not a good answer. Sheila blew up again and raised her right hand one
more time. "GOD DAMMIT, DEVIN!!! THE CHILDREN IN BEVERLY HILLS ARE STARVING,
SO YOU EAT IT!!! ----- SWAT---- EAT IT!!!!!!!"

"YEH, DEVIN!!" Patti chimed in with her two cents. "EAT IT!!"

Devin sniffed and was looked almost ready to cry again, but Sheila continued
with her criticisms, while waving her arms and pointing. "It's just too damn
bad that your little male ego is so fragile. But that's why you're wearing
diapers now..... cause you're such a big CRYBABY!"

I quietly told Devin, "I think you better eat it." So now, although a little
more willing to cooperate, he made an awful face as I gave him spoonful number
two of this unusual carrot porridge.

"That's a good baby," I said soothingly. He tried to swallow the stuff quickly
so it wouldn't sit on his tongue. "You're lucky it's only one jar..... that is
of course unless you really WANT seconds.....

He shook his head 'no', but continued to allow me to feed him the remainder of
the carrot mush, spoon by spoon, till it was nearly all gone.

Patti folded her arms noting, "I think you missed your calling, Devin. You
should have been a baby your whole life. I mean your intelligence and maturity
level suit you so well like this. It's definitely the real you....."

"Oh, I'm not so sure," Sheila replied. "It seems like something's missing
here..... I don't think he looks real happy as a baby..... and he obviously
suffers from very low self esteem."

"But I don't think it's just the baby thing," I said, offering an opinion.
"The last two weeks, he was trying to make the OTHER person have low self
esteem."

Sheila shook her head. "Kimmie, his aggression toward you was nothing more
than a defense mechanism for a condition he couldn't control. During all those
horrible episodes with his sister, he had good reason for being ashamed of his
penis......so his attacks against you were really a cry for help."

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Devin's problem stems not just from vagina envy..... but vagina deprivation.
Don't you see, Kimmie? What you've done here tonight is to bring to the
surface his true passive and effeminate nature. I'm afraid we all may have
judged him wrongly."

"You mean......."

"Yes, Kimmie.......Devin is actually a woman trapped inside a man's body. I
don't think any of us can fully appreciate how psychologically devastating it
must be for a person like Devin to go through life with something that ugly
hanging between his legs like a malignant tumor."

"My gosh!" I exclaimed. "I never realized that having a penis could be so
awful."

I touched Devin on his upper arm and tried to explain to him that I now
understood his problem. "It's okay," I assured him. "You can be one of us!
From now on, you're going to wear girls' clothes.

"But....."

"Oh, no need to thank me, Devin. It's all so clear now. So just stand up and
get rid of that silly diaper. I'm not sure why a grown man like you wanted to
wear a diaper in the first place. Now go into the bathroom and get rid of your
butt plug and pussy stretcher. A nice pair of panties is what you need."

"But......"

"No buts..... just do it."

A couple minutes later......"Hold still, Devin. I've got to tape back your
penis now. You want to have the look and feel of a real vagina don't you?" I
stood behind Devin and reached between his legs to get a good grip on his
cock. Then I yanked him back pretty hard. (That was fun.)

"OHHH!! OH! OH!"

I pulled back and up on him till he was standing on his tip toes. There was
still just enough room there to get it near the asshole's asshole..... and the
obedience collar was thin enough not to get in the way. Then I asked Patti to
tear me off a large enough piece of duct tape to hold his cock firm against
his buttocks.

"There..... that's good, Devin. Don't you feel more ladylike in the front now?
No ugly bulges to worry about, huh? Here, slip on that pair of Sheila's
panties that you were sniffing before.......C'mon Devin, you have to lift your
leg."

"But...."

---- Whack! ---- "Don't give me an argument about everything," I scolded. "Do
as you're told and I won't have to smack your little butt anymore."

Grudgingly, he complied with my order and it seemed to be a good fit. "Well so
far, so good," I added. "But, Patti, you're the expert at this...... Do you
think there's any real potential for Devin. I mean, with the right makeover
and a nice dress, do you think he could really pass for a woman?"

Patti approached Devin and tilted his head slowly with her hands. She studied
his features noting, "There just might something to work with here,
Kimmie...... You see he has a small, slightly upturned nose..... and his chin
and jaw line are not overly pronounced. That's good. Those would be the two
main giveaways. The rest of him we can work with, you know, like shaving off
most of his thick eyebrows. Hmmm.....his body is fairly slender. How tall is
he, about 5/9 or 5/10? Yes, I think this could work out very well."

"Oh, terrific!" I giggled. "How do we start?"

"Well, lucky for Devin, I happen to have brought over my entire traveling case
tonight. Of course I was planning on showing you and Sheila some samples."

I rubbed my hand on the back of Devin's shoulder blade and smiled at him.
"What a coincidence......Isn't that wonderful, Devin?" He just stared blankly.

When Patti dug into her very large traveling case, she shocked us with the
first article that she pulled out.

"Wohh! Patti, I've never seen anything like that before."

"Well, not on a man anyway, Kimmie. But Devin needs boobs. These days, you
just can't be a woman without boobs."

"No, you're probably right, Patti.......but strap-on rubber boobs? What size
are they?"

"They're B's."

"You had nothing larger?"

"Kimmie, listen to me. I know my business. What we should be shooting for here
is a classic 'girl next door' look. Do you think my customers want me to make
them look like hookers?

I shook my head.

"No, of course not," she continued. "They want to look natural. The best
makeup for a woman is the kind when you can hardly tell she's even wearing
any. A pretty face counts more than a big chest. Whenever you start
exaggerating, whether it's makeup, hair, or body figure...... well that's when
you get stared at for the wrong reasons."

I was a bit puzzled. "Well do you think Devin had been staring at me for the
right reasons or the wrong reasons?"

Patti ignored my question. "Just help me out a little, Kimmie. Take his nipple
clamps off first. He doesn't need those anymore."

"Okay, sure."

"HEY! OWWWW!!! OWWWWWW!!!!!! OH SHIT!!!"

I couldn't help but put my hand over my mouth and giggle once more. "Ohhhhhhh,
I'm sorry Devin...... It's just that you're nipples look like crumpled up
little raisins now. But those little spring clips did make them stand out
somewhat....... I would say that you're probably halfway to an A cup already."

"Okay," Patti went on, "Now lets buckle on his titties and see how that
looks......ah, nice.....very natural looking, and no gravity sag.....those
should fill up your bra very nicely, Devin, but we'll get to that later.
Kimmie, could you please take the emery board here and even up Devin's
toenails...... and then apply this fluorescent red nail polish. I think he'd
look good with an open toed shoe tonight. Sheila, I could use your help too. I
have a pack of acrylic fingernails for him if you know how to apply them? Just
brush the liquid on them first and then dab on the powder...... and of course
we'll be matching the color to his toes. Kimmie will give you the polish when
your ready."

"Patti," I said, "his fingernails don't really look too bad for a guy."

She replied, "Well, but I think we should try to give them a more feminine
look. This way they'll all have a uniform quarter inch extension. So, Devin,
are you getting excited about becoming a girl? Oh, I know you're a little
unsure about his right now, but trust me, you'll do fine. Okay, now, can you
tilt your head back a little so we can trim your eyebrows? I'm not going to
shave them completely off, but what we need to do is thin the line and give
them more of an upward slant.....so you'll look a little more
cat-like.....something Kimmie will appreciate......and then on the outside
ends, they narrow to a point.

"I'd already have a hard time recognizing him," I commented. "Especially with
those boobs."

"Now hold very still, Devin," Patti continued, "so I can apply a little black
mascara to your lashes...... there, not too much now, just enough to give them
some highlight. You know what they say, Devin...... The eyes are the windows
into a person's soul...... And this is already quite an improvement to your
soul....... Now close your eyes, please.....and I'll brush on a little
sable-brown eye shadow......and once again, nothing heavy.....only enough to
make you alluring. How are you guys doing down there?"

"This is fun painting Devin's little piggies," I said. "I'd just like him to
quit wiggling them so much. Sheila, aren't you having fun too?"

"Not really," she grunted. "I take it you don't need a medical license to glue
on fake fingernails?"

"Well, try to do a good job anyway," Patti encouraged her. "Okay, good,
Devin.....you're coming along quite nicely......Let's see, for
makeup......hmmm, I think for a good complexion match we should stick with
soft earth tones. Let's try a beige transparent powder and a just a little bit
of sheer peach blush. The brands I'm using are good at camouflaging any
five-oclock shadow on your chin......good, good...... okay now I need you to
flex your lips, Devin.....like this, see?...... I'm going to use a brandied
rose lipstick .......very kissable..... I'll bet you never left lipstick
stains on your coffee cup before, huh?"

"I'm done with his piggies," I called up to Patti. "Wow, what happened to
Devin? It looks like he left the room."

"No, it's really still him. You can give Sheila the nail polish now. Devin, I
think you should also have some nice earrings. Can you tilt your head a bit,
please?"

But Devin leaned away when he saw Patti's piercing gun. "I don't WANT you to
stick needles in me," he balked.

"Oh, so would you rather go back to diapers?" Patti chided him. "Quit being
such a baby. I have three year old little girls who come in to my shop to get
their ears pierced. It's practically painless...... But if you still need to
cry, it's okay.....come on....."

"But couldn't I just wear the clip-on kind?"

"GET OVER HERE!!!" Patti yelled at him, grabbing his earlobe. "I'll smack your
vagina if you don't cooperate."

"Ow! Okay, okay.....---pop!--- "OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! DAMN!!! THAT HURTS!!"

"Then it's is good thing you only have one more ear."

Patti then grabbed the back of his hair and bent his head down. There was
quite a grimace on Devin's face. ---Pop!---

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! Ohhhh.......Ohhhh.....shit!"

"Now before you go dialing 911, Devin, I'm going to give you some medications
so they don't get infected....... I also have a pair of simply stunning hoop
earrings here for you that should compliment your new makeover...... Sheila,
how's his little manicure coming along? It looks finished...... Ooooooo,
pretty...... ten nice nails. You work like a surgeon, Sheila. I should hire
you for my shop."

"Bite me, Patti," Sheila growled back.

"So Devin," Patti went on, "have you shopped much for bras lately? I mean, do
you have a preferred style.....lace lined? soft cup? underwire? push-up?.....
Hmm, you look so confused, but we can't just have you running around town with
the outline of your nipples visible through your clothes. That's only for
'other' kinds of girls...... naughty girls, like uhhhhh......Kimmie for
instance."

"Bite me, Patti," I echoed.

"Tell you what, why don't we let you try on a full support underwire. It's
nothing too fancy but it'll help give you a nice figure. Kimmie, can you help
me second with him?"

"I guess I'll have to. This is the one thing that men are the biggest klutzes
in the world at doing..... hooking and unhooking a bra. Come on,
Devin.....Reach your hands behind your back. I'll help you this time, but you
better learn how to do it yourself, understand? ........UNDERSTAND?!!"

"Okay! Okay! ...........Um, could I please leave now?"

"What has it been, about ten minutes since you asked that? Come on," I
coached. "Feel for the little hooks. You were pretty good at panty fishing.
Let's see if you can hook a bra. COME ON, DEVIN!!"

"I'M TRYING!!......But I think my fingernails are too long."

"Don't start making up stupid excuses," I answered sharply. "If you really
want to be a girl then you need to be able to do this."

"But what if I don't want to be a ............---SLAP--- OWWWW!!!!"

"Just shut up, Devin," I scolded. "You were warned you'd get your vagina
smacked if you didn't cooperate...... Come on, just finish the last hook and
your done."

"There.....That's good," Patti applauded. She then placed her hands against
his bra cups. "It looks like a pretty good fit. How does it feel on you,
Devin?"

He worked his arms in a circle. "Well...... a little constricting," he
replied.

"Oh, no shit?" Patti replied. "Well welcome to the female race. Anyway, I want
you to know that Kimmie and I picked you out a very nice dress for casual
evening wear. I think you'll really like it..... should fit you
okay......Kimmie, have him try it on."

From a hanger in my closet, I pulled out a beautiful brown dress with short
sleeves and an upper half dotted in textured sparkles. "This is really pretty,
Devin," I told him. "And we knew you were slim enough to wear a body hugger
style......Okay now, just step into it and we'll help you zip the back."

As Devin meekly complied, Patti stepped back to get a good look. "Yes," she
agreed. "Very feminine, but not outlandish. Check out this empire waist,
Devin. See, you have the waistband right about at the navel. It compliments
your breasts....... and we have a full circular skirt with ripples going down
to about.... oh.... three or four inches above the knee. We figured that since
you now have shaved sexy legs, why not show them off?"

"Let's see him turn now, Patti," I eagerly suggested.

"Yes, Devin...... Do an 'about face' really quick......Good, now try it again
turning the other way..... Look at that skirt, Kimmie..... Beautiful swirls
with every turn."

I covered my mouth giggling, "Yeh, and could see his panties, too..... I never
thought it would so much fun playing dress up with a boy."

"Oh, we've gone beyond just playing, Kimmie. Let's have him put his shoes on
now. Devin, we're giving you a crossover open-toed shoe so you can show off
your pretty red toe nails. The heels shouldn't be too bad with this pair.
They're wide and only elevate you 3/4 of an inch. I didn't want you
embarrassing yourself stumbling around on high heels."

"Yeh," I nodded. "And it would have been a dead giveaway too, since most men
are total klutzes...... Hmm, but they look good. Patti and I fitted you pretty
well with these clothes, don't you think, Devin?"

"I guess so," he mumbled back.

"Okay, Devin," Patti continued. "Now try walking across the room."

"No, no, no, Devin," I interrupted. "Your doing it all wrong. Don't clomp
around like you're stepping on ants. I want you to gliiiiiiiiiiiide across the
floor. STRUT! Put a smile on your face! Cary yourself proudly.
Remember......You're a WOMAN now!

"There, that's better," Patti approved. "And let's just add a little 'Number
Five' perfume to the nape of your neck. Guys can't ignore it. So they won't
ignore YOU.....no, not a pretty girl like you."

"Something's missing," Sheila muttered from the other side of the room.

"Oh?" Patti said, raising a eyebrow. "I thought maybe you'd gone to sleep on
us, Sheila."

"No, I've just been studying the way that you two work and I think you did a
halfway decent job on him ...... But to be honest, I still think Devin looks
like...... well, you know...... a 'fem boy' or a dyke."

"Well, did anyone hear me say I was finished?" Patti asked, a little
perturbed. "No woman is complete without her crown."

Then Patti silently pointed for me to bring out another item from my closet,
this time a tall wig box. From the styrofoam head, she gently pulled out a
gorgeous brunette 'fall' and began to arrange it over Devin's head.

"This is a $900 human hair wig," she told him. "It's the best I work with and
I expect you to return it in the same condition...... understand, Devin?"

"Um....yes."

"This is interesting," I commented, watching the . "I never really thought
about Devin in long hair."

"Not just any long hair, Kimmie," Patti explained. "You wouldn't get the right
effect if it just hangs there. This piece has a very polished style. It's cut
in long layers, especially around the sides of the face. It's not all one
length. And it's got built in extra body.... more hairs per square inch of
scalp than real heads. Here, Devin, let's move the right side so it's lays
over your breast..... and the left side can fall behind your back..... yes,
very nice.

I touched the hair near his eyebrows to get a feel for it's' softness. "These
wispy bangs look cute on you, Devin. And they don't even hide the nice work
that Patti did on your brows. Why don't you check it out in front of the
mirror."

For the first time, all of us wanted to take a minute to just step back and
admire the finished product. Devin turned his back to us as he hesitantly cast
a glance into my full length mirror.

"UHH!!"

His jaw dropped open. He did not move. And the reflection he cast back to
Sheila and me startled us as well.

"OH MY GOD!!!" I exclaimed.

"Oh..... my....god....", Sheila muttered, repeating me.

I saw Devin's body begin to shake. The look of fear in his eyes was more
pronounced now that at any time during the evening.

CHAPTER 9

Devin swallowed hard. Being a girl was new to him and it was obvious that he
wasn't too comfortable with the situation....and to enhance our role reversal,
I quickly put on his shirt and pants. I even put on a baseball cap to look
more like a guy. Now Devin looked especially nervous. He took a few steps
forward but then hesitated, not wanting to get too close.

"Come on, get over here, Devin," I re-issued the order. "Your pussy is MINE.
Don't give Sheila another excuse to zap you again. There's a good reason why
it's called an 'obedience' collar."

Devin came to me but he stomped his open toed shoe. "It's not fair," he
whined. "I never made you do anything in front of my friends."

"Is your memory fading?" I asked him. "How about when you dragged me out in
the hall so the pizza boy could grope all over me? Huh?"

"Well..........."

"WELL?!!"

"Um.... well he wasn't my friend, and it wasn't like I planned it in
advance..... and I never made you dress up in funny clothes."

"What's the matter, Devin? Don't you like having a gentle breeze against your
bare legs? You look cute in a skirt, really."

He lowered his head and mumbled, "I.... I just don't want to be a girl
anymore."

"AAHHH hahaaha!!" Patti threw up her arms and laughed. "Oh, you'll get used to
it," she giggled.

"You know, Devin," I answered him, "I've often said the same thing......
especially on those days, about once a month or so, when I wake up and find
blood on the sheets. But then I just take a deep breath and realize that I
have to work with the cards that I've been dealt. And that's what you need to
do now....... concentrate on the womanly things that you're best suited
for......the first of which, I think would come a little easier for you in a
kneeling position."

"Why?" he asked.

"Devin, I'm not asking you to bow down to me. I just think you'll be a little
more comfortable on one knee. And do it in a ladylike manner. Don't let anyone
see your panties."

"But......"

"Come onnnnnnnn," I coached him, forcing his shoulders down with my hands. He
looked quite insecure now as he came face to face with the bulge in what used
to be his own beige denim pants.

"Now unzip the fly," I ordered. "And pull out the surprise."

He again swallowed hard and said, "Kimmie, please.....I...."

"DO ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!" I screamed at him.

He momentarily covered his ears and then looked up, viewing my stern
expression. Gingerly, he put his fingers forward and drew the zipper slowly
all the way down.......and out sprang my eight inch strap on rubber penis to
greet him. (I decided not to wear underwear for this job.)

"Read the label on it," I told him. "It's on the side. Go ahead, read it out
loud."

He glanced at the impressed letters but they left him with an empty look on
his face. He had a spacey, 'numb' kind of expression as if those few words had
robbed him of the ability to show emotion. And I wondered for a second if this
large tool appeared to be a 'monster' to him the way his own cock had looked
to me.

"Go ahead, Devin," I repeated. "Tell the girls what it says on the label. Read
it out loud."

He tried to clear his throat and then mumbled, "The paa tahh rrrr....."

"No one can HEAR you!!!" I yelled at him.

He cleared his throat again and he looked away from us as he sighed. "The
Party..."

"The party WHAT?!"

"Ummm............The Party-time violator."

The other girls giggled a little as I gave Devin his next order. "Even though
I can't feel it," I told him, "I want you to suck my dick. 'Cause Patti
brought along her instant camera and this will make a great souvenir for later
on. Just do a 'deep throat' one time so we can take the picture okay?" I then
guided his face towards me and forced his mouth against my tool. "That's it,
Devin......it's only for fun. Come on now."

---- FLASH-----

"WAAH!!!!"

We all laughed again as Devin howled and jumped away from me. He didn't know
my rubber penis had a liquid reservoir and when I squeezed the bulb in my
right pocket, it shot into his mouth.

"Cute trick, huh?" I chided him. "But it's only water......no harm done,
right?"

He stood up and looked angrily at me.

I put my hands on my hips. "Did I SAY you could stand up?!" I asked him
loudly. "Playtime's over. Take off your panties, you little slut."

"Why?" he grumbled, trying to delay the inevitable.

I turned around. "Sheila, could you turn up the setting on your clicker to
about a '220' line, please?...... Thank you...... Now, Devin, if I have to ask
you a second time to take your panties off, we may be having fried nuts for
dessert this evening. It's up to you."

I'm sure Devin never felt so totally helpless. But the threat of electrocuting
his balls left him little choice and he reluctantly reached under his skirt
and slid his panties down to his ankles amidst the hoots and whistles of the
other two ladies. Then I told him to turn around and look into the full length
mirror. "What do you see?" I asked him.

"I'm not sure," he quietly replied, gazing at the pretty girl in the
reflection.

I stepped up next to him and put my right arm under his skirt and planted my
fingernails firmly on his right buttock. "Know what I see?" I asked him. "I
see a scared little virgin who's about to be deflowered...... But don't be
afraid, Sweetness. I'll be gentle..... I promise."

I felt his body shudder. Calling him 'Sweetness', the pet name he had given
me, sent chills running through his spine. Then I handed him a jar of
petroleum jelly. "This will be your only chance to ease the pain, dear. I
suggest you lube my 'Big D' to your preference.

Devin took a deep breath. Then he said, "Kimmie, I know I said I was sorry
before and it sounded like I didn't mean it, but this time I really am."

"Devin....." I answered.

"It's just not right to be doing this," he continued.

"Hey little bitch," I said. Then I pressed his two red lips together with my
thumb and forefinger.
"Shut...................................................................Up."

"I can lube it," Sheila volunteered. "We've still got plenty of muscle
rub...... to help satisfy all of his 'burning' desires."

Devin tightened his lips and frowned. Figuring on enduring the lesser of two
evils, he proceeded to apply gobs of jell all over my rubber cock. A small
tear streamed out of the corner of his eye. "It's not fair," he whined again.
"When I was doing it, I always tried to make sure that you enjoyed it too."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Devin," I replied, putting my hands on his
shoulders. "I'll make DAMN sure that you enjoy it as much as I did......and
how would you know anyway if you've never tried it? Now turn around and bend
over. Try to give me a good target. You can rest your arms on the bed. That's
a good cunt......Now spread your legs apart.......C'mon, wider......as far as
you can......I said WIDER!!!"

----SMACK!----

"OWWW!! IT IS!!! That's as far as they go!"

"Hmm..... Let's slide back that little skirt now. Isn't this kind of like when
a football quarterback gets friendly with his center right before they hike
the ball? .....Oh my..... What a delicate flower you are..... You don't mind
if I run my hands along your thighs like this do you?..... Doesn't that feel
good, Devin? It's so nice that you shaved your legs ..... You know what I want
you do now?"

"Um......um......no....."

"Beg for it."

(hard swallow) "Huh?"

"I just want to be sure that you're consenting to this.....and don't let the
fact that the electrodes attached to genitals could burn your testicles with
about a zillion of volts of electricity affect your decision."

Devin's fists tightened as he supported himself with elbows on the bed. Only
the other girls could see the humiliation in his face.

"(--cough--)...um....uhhh....Kimmie?" he said, his voice practically cracking
like boy entering puberty.

"Yes, Devin?"

"Ahhh.....I, uh...... I want you to make love to me...."

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I looked up. "Patti, what is so hilarious?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....wow...." she exhaled, "Just the way he said it. That
was so SWEET!! You'd expect somebody like Devin to say something like 'Fuck me
and get it over with'. But the way he put it just sounded so romantic! Well
don't pass up the opportunity, Kimmie. Give him some loving he'll remember for
a long time."

Devin must have been really nervous as I could even see his body
shaking.......if only he could have seen my wicked smile. I felt so much like
a kid about to try out a new toy. Role reversal was a heady experience,
especially with a male control freak all decked out in women's clothing
begging me to fuck him. This was really great.

"Let's see," I wondered out loud. "There's no instruction manual for this.....
so I guess I should grab hold of his hips like this....... I hope I'm doing
this right, Devin. You know how important first impressions are...."

"OHH!! Slower!! Ease up...."

"What wrong? Shouldn't I just push forward into the little asshole?"

"I thought you said he was a little bitch," Sheila commented.

"Well let's try this again now..... ready?"

"OHHHHH!!!!! Kimmie, STOP !!...... IT HURTS!!!"

"Oh, but it hurts goooooooood, doesn't it? I don't understand, Devin...... I
would've figured that the pussy stretcher should have loosened you up.......
Come on now. I want you to take a deep cleansing breath and relax all your
pelvic muscles down there...... Good, now let me wrap my arms around your
tummy, dear..... Good..... Now slowly and steadily, I'm going to slide my cock
all the way into your pussy...... Ready now......"

"OH! OH! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......."

"That's a good cunt," I praised him.

"I think he's starting to cry again," Patti observed.

"Well that's okay," I replied. "Keep in mind he's just a virgin. Now tell me,
Devin..... What do you feel inside you now?"

"Your cock," he exhaled.

"No, no, be more descriptive. Think back to when we made love in the shower."

"Your BIG cock," he answered again.

"Patti," I said, "could you take out the other tool from the bag and place it
on the bed in front of us, please?...... Okay, thanks...... Now I was hoping
you'd co-operate, Devin. Because if you don't, then this is going to be your
punishment. It's an eleven incher, three inches wide.....and rough on the
edges.......not intended for a very pleasant engagement. But if you want me to
give Patti and Sheila each a turn with it on you, that'll suit me just
fine....... If not, then you better find a way to convince me that you're
enjoying this ass fucking. In fact, in better be an award winning performance.
'Cause if I suspect even for one second that you're faking it...... then this
could turn into a very long evening for you....... Now tell me sweetness,
what's inside you now?"

"OH, KIMMIE!!!!" he gushed out. "I FEEL YOUR GREAT BIG HANDSOME HARD COCK
INSIDE ME!!!"

"And how does it feel?"

"IT FEELS WONDERFUL!!!"

"That's right, love...... but not half as wonderful as it's going to feel
after I get done fucking your brains out."

The power of this moment was intoxicating. I was beginning to understand why
men viewed sex as a conquest. As I started rocking my hips, moving in and out
of him, I realized that this was not an equally 'shared' experience. It was
one person dominating another. So was it wrong for me to be enjoying it so
much? Well, if anything..... it was certainly poetic justice.

"FUCK ME HARDER, KIMMIE!!!" Devin yelped.

Wow...... that was music to my ears. He must be taking my threat seriously.
One of the side benefits to humping him was the fact that the other end of
rubber cock had a knob that inserted into the front of my pussy and rubbed my
clitoris each time I rammed him. So this way, I was experiencing physical
enjoyment as well as an ego trip.

"With PLEASURE, sweetness!!" I answered him as I plowed forward. I was really
getting into the rhythm now.

"OHHHH!!!!!!! FASTER!! FASTER!! DON'T STOP!!!" he called out.

(Hey, is this great.... or what?)

Sheila and Patti were watching the action transfixed in their places.

"So, uhhhh...... tell me, Devin," Sheila broke in. "Is this the first time
you've been raped?...... I mean..... by a woman."

Devin and I were both huffing and puffing now, but I didn't hear him respond
so I slapped his buttock hard. "ANSWER SHEILA!!" I yelled

"OWW!!! ALL RIGHT!! YES!" he sputtered out the words. "It's my first time."

"Well I must say," Sheila replied, "that you seem to be taking it rather well.
Most men I know would be quite upset. They wouldn't allow themselves to have
their panties taken down and get reamed out like a sissy."

"Devin's different," Patti tried to explain. "He already KNOWS he's a sissy."

"Yeh," Sheila nodded. "And with about as much backbone as an earthworm."

Patti looked surprised. "Sheila, how can you compare men to earthworms. That's
so stupid. Earthworms are a BENEFICIAL organism."

"---huff---huff ....Hey Devin," I called out. "Do your 'little birdie' voice
for them..... just like you did it with me."

I didn't mind that he hesitated, since it gave me cause to smack his butt
again.

---SWAT!--- "DO IT!!!!"

"OWWW!! .............WAPE!! WAPE!! ..... HELP!! I'M BEING WAPED!!! SOMEBODY
SAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ME!!!!!!!"

Sheila and Patti went ROTF. (rolling on the floor) This had to be the most fun
I'd had in a long time..... well at least in the last three weeks, anyway.

"What should I do now, Devin?"

---SWAT!---

"OWWW!! FUCK ME HARDER, KIMMIE!! HARDER!!!"

I don't know what was coming over me. With each thrust, I was becoming more
blinded with power..... and I tried to ram him as vigorously as possible. I
never thought of myself as possessing a true mean streak, but if there was a
dark side in me, it was certainly showing itself now......as well as providing
me some insight to the males' relentless pursuit of sex. Yes, it was starting
to make sense now. Being the 'fucker' was hugely more satisfying than being
the 'fuckee'. Was it just a matter luck with the plumbing, that women have
allowed guys to treat us this way? I really wondered now if I could ever go
back to conventional sex without feeling a little jealous.

"C'mon, Devin!" I hollered "You could at least PRETEND you're having an
orgasm!"

---SWAT!---

"OWWW!!! OH YES!!!! YES!!! YES!!! YESSSSSSSS!!! OHHHHHH!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!
OHHHHHH!!!! ooooooooooooYESSSSSSS!!!!

I tightened my grip on his pelvis. The rapid 'bump and grind' continued to
produce lively sensations for me with the other end of the tool rubbing
against my clit. This, combined with punishing Devin, gave me a rush I'd never
before experienced...... and I wanted the prolong the feeling.

"Kimmie, your face is really glowing," Patti observed. "This is so
intense.....Gosh, how fast can you hump him? Look how his boobs are shaking."

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Devin cried out.

I was nearing my own climax even if Devin was just pretending...... I finally
couldn't bear it any longer. With my right hand, I reached back to my pants
pocket and took hold of the pump bulb. Then I wrapped both arms around Devin's
tummy and screamed, while pushing into him one last time as deep as I could
go. "AAAAAAgggggggggggggghhhhh!!!"

He groaned as I squeezed the air out of him....... But at the same time, I
squeezed fluid into him through the rubber cock.

"OOOOOOOOOOooooooooooohhhhhhh," he moaned. "Oh no..... ......oh no ... oh
nooooooooo......"

For one last satisfying moment, I held him in my arms. Then I let go and
withdrew the weapon, though still a little woozy from the rubbing in my
crotch. The three of us watched as Devin collapsed to his knees and laid his
head down on his folded arms on top of the bed.

"Hmmmm.....What's wrong with the little girl?" Sheila asked.

"Well, I hate to say this," Patti answered, "but I think she's crying."

"Crying? Well that's common after the first time," Sheila responded. "Losing
one's virginity can be quite traumatic."

I took off my artificial cock and started to rub my hand over his back.
"Devin," I said gently, "I think you were a very BRAVE little girl. But if
you're crying because you think you didn't please me, don't worry about it.
You pleased me a lot, really. And besides, you don't want to spoil your
mascara."

"And what do you have to say to Kimmie?" Sheila asked him in a demanding tone.

Devin could barely raise his head, but he knew he had to get the words out or
face the consequences of the other giant cock that was still laying on the bed
in front of him. "--sniff--.....uh huhhh..... ---sniff--- Tha--- Thank you for
making love to me, Kimmie."

"Oh, it was my pleasure, sweetness.....any time you want it just ask for it,
and I'll be happy to give it to you."

"What did you pump him with?" Sheila asked. "More water?"

"No, Patti and I refilled it with what was left of the spermed carrot mush."

"You're kidding...... So Devin actually got raped with his own semen?"

"Yeh," I replied. "Isn't that great? So, Devin, if anyone ever tells you to go
fuck yourself, you can say 'been there......done that.' (which drew a chorus
of laughs from my two girlfriends) "Here, Devin, raise your tummy up a bit
please." As I said that, I reached between his legs and pulled his cock back,
surprising him.

"AAH!!"

"It's okay, dear. I just need to tape back your penis again. You certainly
don't want to have an ugly bulge in the front of your skirt."

((((DEEE - Dongggg))))

Upon hearing the doorbell, I put my hand up to my face. "Goodness!" I feigned
surprise. "Why, I wonder who that could be? Uh, Devin...... could you be a
good girl and answer the door please?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Patti asked me.

"What?"

"......to tell the little slut to put her panties back on."

((((DEEE - Dongggg))))

"Oh, yes....... Hurry, Devin! Come on, quick, quick!!"

"I'm tired," he grumbled.

"Well, there's no rest for the wicked. Get these panties back on NOW."

Patti and I both grabbed his arms and helped up our reluctant distaff.

"Pull yourself together, Devin...... Come on, smile! Oh, and don't run away
when you open the door, please. 'Cause Sheila's zapper button has a very long
range."

We practically had to push him all the way back into the living room...... and
Sheila trailed us, dragging the video camera with her.

I unlocked the door and urged him on. "Go ahead......See who it is."

"W....Why me?" he stuttered.

Again, I pushed his shoulder toward the door. "Go on......Check it out."

Slowly, Devin turned the handle and opened the door a small crack. Then he
shut it quickly. I smiled again as I saw the look of horror on his face.
"Well, who is it?" I asked.

He swallowed hard and looked back at me in despair. "The pizza boy."

"Well are you just going keep him standing out there all night? Come on......
We ordered a pizza. Let him in already."

Reluctantly, Devin allowed the door to swing wide open. The bright- eyed
sixteen year old appeared a bit puzzled at first, but then grinned as realized
he was being greeted by four ladies....... one of whom was especially
attractive.

"Uhhhhhh...........Hey, ladies," he said sheepishly. Then he gazed around at
the living room before looking back at me. "Sooooooo, uh...........Hi,
miss....... So that boyfriend who you said wasn't your boyfriend isn't around
tonight?"

This was my first meeting with the pizza boy since his last delivery when he
had his hands all over me. (and in me) "You were very rude last week," I told
him. "You left without telling me your name."

"Oh, uh..... sorry, miss," he said, straightening up. "My name's Stanley."

"Well, hello Stanley," I replied back. "I'm Kimmie...... and these are my
friends. This is Sheila, Patti, and De-......uhhh......This is Daphney.
Daphney's new to the area. We just wanted to treat her to the best pizza in
town."

Stanley politely doffed his baseball cap. "Pleased to meet all you nice
ladies," he replied, a little nervously.

"And to answer your question, Stanley......No, that so called ex-boyfriend was
a pig, a liar, a barbarian, and a first class jerk......so I dumped him. I
doubt that you'll ever be seeing HIM around here again."

"Well I can't say I blame you, miss....... Uh, I mean you're right. As soon as
I left here last week, I was thinking to myself that for the way that guy
treated you, he must have been one real low down piece of trash."

"Yeh, that's true, Stanley, and his 'dingaling' was so small I needed a
microscope to see it!"

Devin looked so cute as I watched him seethe in anger...... tightening his
lower lip and squeezing the hem on his skirt with his long fingernails while
the rest of us laughed.

"But I guess I owe you an apology too, miss," the boy went on.

"Oh, just forget it, Stanley. All sixteen year old boys have raging hormones.
I know that. You were just following what comes natural."

"So you're saying you're not mad at me anymore?"

"Of course not...... That guy, Devin......He's the one who was being an
asshole, not you. So don't worry about it. Here, come on in already and set
the pizza down and I'll find you some money."

Patti led the pimply faced teen in and then shut the door behind him.
Meanwhile, I ruffled through my purse and pulled out a ten dollar bill. "Hey,
Patti, this is all I got...... Do you have a couple bucks on you for Stanley's
tip?"

"No, I didn't bring any money with me tonight."

"You, Sheila?"

"Nope, sorry.......But maybe he'll take something for his tip besides money."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, back at my college sorority, we had a tradition...... The newest girl
always gave something to the pizza delivery guy. Would that be okay by you,
Stanley?"

"Oh.....yeah, sure......whatever," he answered innocently.

"Well what did they usually give him?" I asked Sheila.

"Oh, it was always the same thing...... a 'BJ' "

Stanley's jaw immediately dropped and his young eyes lit up like sparklers.
"WOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DUDE!!! he exclaimed.

Sheila looked to her left. "Daphney, you're the newest girl here tonight......
Look's like you've just volunteered to pick up the tip."

Swiftly, Devin did an 'about face' in his skirt and stomped back toward the
bedroom. (I have to admit that his dress made beautiful swirls whenever he
turned.)

I apologized to Stanley for her rudeness but added, "Daphney's sort of the shy
type......just give me a minute with her. I'm sure she'll loosen up. Don't go
away now."

"Oh no, miss..... I wouldn't leave.....REALLY!"

Back in the bedroom, I found Devin sitting on the bed again with his arms
folded across his boobs. "So what's YOUR problem?" I asked.

He looked up at me and grumbled in a 'loud' whisper, "There's no way I'm
gonna' suck that's kid's dick......and I don't care WHAT you say. This is
where I draw the line, so just forget it."

"Um......Excuse me?" I replied. "And since when do sissies take assertiveness
training? You know with all the bitching you do, I just wonder if you're
suffering from PMS? Why does everything always have to be an argument with
you? Do I have to continually remind you of your obedience collar? Now get
back in there. You owe me BIG TIME for the pizza boy and you know it!"

Devin then displayed his sad puppydog face. "Look, Kimmie...... it's just
that, well...... you know...... guys shouldn't do that kind of stuff with
other guys..... you know?..... It's like immoral."

"Haaaaa!! What are you, a comedian? Maybe we can get can get you a Sunday
morning cable TV show...... We'll call it Devin's Devotions..... and you can
stand up in your little dress and lecture on morality. I'm sure there's a few
dumbbells out there who would watch it. GET OVER IT, DEVIN! Look in the
mirror......You're not guy anymore. That's a past life. You're a pretty little
girl now......and it's time you started acting like one. That's just how it
is...... Naughty little girls always give BJ's to naughty little boys. So you
don't have to let your conscience bother you."

Devin covered his face with his hands. "I ...... I just can't go through with
this."

With that response, I turned and opened the bedroom door again, calling back
out to the living room. "Hey, Stanley! How many delivery guys do you have
working from your store tonight?"

"Well, um..... " he started to reply, "on Saturdays we're kind of busy, so
counting me, there's about six."

"Yeah? And if Daphney were willing, how many of them do you think would want
to have their way with her...... with her body?"

The boy was caught somewhat off guard by the question. "Ummmmmm......
ummm.......six?"

"Thank you, Stanley." Then I turned back to Devin. "Now picture this,
sweetness...... Daphney is tied down to the bed by her knees and elbows, with
tape over her mouth, and her cute little ass is sticking plumply into the air.
Then six pizza boys come in one by one and ram their sausages into her like
there's no tomorrow...... 'Course Daphney's three girlfriends are just sitting
back munching on pizza and enjoying the show...... Hmmmm, maybe it's not a
very pretty picture for you, but then, life is always full of interesting
choices, isn't it?"

Devin stood up and faced me with his fists clenched. His lower lip quivered
and he spoke softly. "Damn you, Kimmie."

"No, Devin," I replied. "Damn YOU."

A few seconds later, we returned together and rejoined our company. "Daphney's
had a change of heart," I announced to the group. She really understands now
how rude it would be to send Stanley away without his tip...... don't you
girl?"

Devin looked really sad. But he walked up to Stanley, trying not to look at
his face, and took hold of the top of his pants. Then with the other hand, he
peeled down the zipper.

"Wohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Stanley moaned. "I must be dreaming. Then he gazed and
'Daphney' and added, "I hope you won't mind me saying this, miss, but
ummmmmm....... you are really beautiful."

Devin, of course, could not reply lest reveal his masculine voice. He knelt
down in a ladylike manner just as he had done for me earlier. Then he began
fumbling inside the fly, searching for the opening in the folds of Stanley's
tighty whitey underpants...... but he seemed to be having a little trouble
finding it.

"Uh, excuse me miss," Stanley broke in. "Um..... I know you probably never did
this before, so I was just wondering if maybe you needed some help?"

"Don't bother," I told Stanley. "If Daphney can't find your 'willy' after an
hour, then we'll give her a map and a flashlight." (Everyone chuckled except
the girl kneeling down.)

But it didn't take that long. When Devin found Stanley's tool, he gingerly
pulled it out into the open light. Already, a frown creased Devin's face as he
watched the snake magically grow before his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, miss," Stanley assured. "It's not going to bite you."

"Go ahead, Daphney," I coached. "Stanley's cock is so tall and so strong. This
is a real treat for BOTH of you."

"Oh, yes mam," the boy readily agreed.

Devin took the head of the boy's penis daintily between his thumb and
forefinger and then closed his eyes. He extended his tongue out so that it
almost, but not quite touched the circular ridge.

"Daphney, come on!" I scolded. "You look like a someone afraid of tasting
broccoli on their dinner plate. I'm sure Stanley has other deliveries tonight,
so stop wasting his time and start eating his cock."

"Yeah, Daphney...... Eat it!" Patti joined in.

"EAT IT!!" Sheila yelled.

Devin closed his eyes as tightly as he could, took one deep breath, and then
enveloped his mouth completely around Stanley's erect tool.

"Good, Daphney," I praised. "Now you're getting the hang of it. Now all you
have to do slide him back and forth between your lips....... Good.....
Good.......And make sure you swirl him around with your tongue too."

"Wohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Stanley moaned with delight. "If it'll make you
feel better, miss...... this is MY first BJ too."

"Come on now, faster Daphney!" I coached. "In and out! In and out! Faster!
Faster! How does it feel now, Stanley?"

"OHHHHH! Unbelieeeeeeeeeev-able," he moaned. "Somebody should write a song
about this....... Um, about that camera, miss? You're not going to show this
tape to my mom, are you?"

"Of course not, Stanley...... Just relax and enjoy the moment."

"Oh, I ammmmmmmmmm, miss....... I am."

I wasn't sure how much Devin was enjoying it, but he was deep-throating the
lad pretty good now as the pressure was building rapidly inside his young
scrotum.

"Ohhhhhh......OHHHHH......OHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........."

This was so strange. Stanley's eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head and
his entire body shuddered with the force of each stroke. This had to be the
great explosion. He reached his climax so quickly.

"OH OH OH OH .......huh....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

Involuntarily, Stanley grabbed the back of Devin's neck and shot his entire
load deep to the back of the 'girl's' throat.

"Uhglglglglglglglglglg....." Devin grabbed the boy's arms and struggled to
keep from choking, but the only way to do it was to swallow the hot juices as
quickly as he could.

The boy then smiled in ecstasy and collapsed onto the carpet...... leaving
Devin trying to spit out what remained of the semen in his mouth.

"Daphney, that's so gross. You could at least use the sink if you're going to
do that," I said. "But I still have to compliment both of you...... 'cause for
your first times, this was really a job well done."

"Mmmm......thank you, miss," Stanley beamed, lying on his back. "And thank
YOU, miss Daphney."

Devin did not answer. He was still brooding and went over and sat on the
couch, crossing his legs...... like a woman of course.

"Well, I have to tell you miss," Stanley continued, "that I'll be happy to
deliver a pizza here anytime you like...... day or night....... 'cause the
tips keep getting better each week!"

"I'm sure you would, Stanley," I replied, watching him zip up and leave.

"Bye, Stanley," we all called.

"Well that was certainly fun, don't you think so?....... Daphney?!"

"Yeah, sure," he grumbled without turning around.

"Don't you get it, Devin?" I asked. "That young boy actually thought you were
a genuine woman! You played your part terrifically.......Now I can't wait to
see if the job Patti did on you can also convince grown MEN."

This time he did turn around. "What men?!" he asked with alarm. I thought we
were done now. You said I wouldn't have to face any others."

"Well all night long you've been asking when you could leave.....and now you
can. 'Cause all four of us girls are going downtown to a special nightspot I
know that has great drinks and dancing. Just give me a minute to change
clothes. I know you'll love it there, Devin...... a chance to really express
yourself as a new woman. My friends from the fitness club go there all the
time. They'll probably be sitting.................

---(( 30 minutes later at the 'Fresh Faces' nightclub ))

......................... over there by the corner table. C'mon everyone,
let's go meet 'em. And Daphney, I want you to be on your best ladylike
behavior....... and smile!"

Devin started breathing harder as we approached my friends' table. He looked
really nervous and tried to stand behind the rest of us.

"Hi Roger!" I offered the first greeting. "I hope we didn't miss all the fun
tonight."

My well muscled fitness trainer and his two buddies looked up and beamed at
us. "Kimmie, hey!! You made it......great! We were about to give up on you. It
was getting kind of late already."

"Well...... you know it takes us girls a little longer get ready, and
all....... Anyway, you guys already know Patti and Sheila..... and I'd like
you to meet our new friend Daphney. She's new to the city here."

Patti and Sheila stepped aside to expose our 'new girl' for viewing and I
could see the three men form the word 'Woh' with the roundness of their lips.
(They just didn't yell it out loud like the pizza boy.)

Roger got up and offered his seat tugging lightly at Daphney's arm. "Come join
us, please, Daphney....... All of you girls..... Please sit down. Daphney,
these are my friends Geoff and Eric."

The other two guys offered big hellos and Daphney nodded back.

"She can't really talk today," I explained to the guys. "A touch of
laryngitis."

Roger and I were supposed to have gone out on the night that Devin attacked me
for the second time. When he called to say he'd be a few minutes late, Devin
then picked up the phone and pretended to be my brother.

"Oh, that's too bad," Roger replied. "Well I guess then she won't be telling
us any of her secrets tonight....... But I have to say that it's good to see
YOU looking healthy again, Kimmie. Last week when your brother told me over
the phone that you were sick with the flu, I just felt so badly for you......
And not just because you couldn't make our date. I mean, I offered to come
over and make soup for you, but your brother said your illness was very
contagious and I shouldn't come near you for a while."

"Well, I think my brother was being a little over protective. Sometimes I get
the feeling he just doesn't want me seeing ANY guys."

"But the important thing is that you're here tonight..... along with, of
course, three very lovely friends."

"Oh, stop it, Roger."

"No, really Kimmie...... Well, I was certainly getting tired of looking at
Geoff and Eric all night... Now tell us, what would you ladies like to drink
this evening?"

I purposely had Devin sitting next to Roger, on Roger's right, and I was
sitting on Devin's right. Even while Roger appeared to be speaking to me, I
noticed him eyeballing up and down the body of the beautiful 'Daphney'.

I have nothing against jocks or muscle guys, but on occasion, the conversation
can get a little drab. And after twenty minutes of 'happy hour', this was
turning into one of those occasions..... so I decided to liven things up a
little. I stretched as far as I could with my left foot, past Devin, and
rubbed it against Roger's leg. His head immediately perked up and he responded
by placing his right hand on Devin's thigh. I had to keep from giggling as
Devin's eyes opened up like saucers. Roger's hand then started to wander under
Devin's skirt. So Devin tried to nonchalantly scoot his chair farther from him
and closer to me. So I figured, 'what the hell', and I put my left hand under
the table and started feeling up Devin's right thigh.

Devin looked at me like I was nuts, all the while he was squirming around in
his chair like he had ants in his panties. However, this charade came to a
sudden halt when Roger's fingers came in contact with mine near the location
that would have been considered Daphney's pussy....... had Daphney actually
had one there. I guess Roger noticed that both of Daphney's elbows were up on
the table...... so he was a little surprised (or embarrassed) to find another
hand down under her skirt. Anyway, he immediately jumped out of his seat and
yelled.....

"Hey girls! Let's dance!"

"Hey, yeh! Great idea, Roger," I stood up and chimed along with him.

Roger turned, looking over Devin's head. "So, uh...... you and me, Kimmie?"

"Well, why don't you take Daphney first. She's new in town and you're the best
dancer here. And I did kind of promise her that she'd have a good time
tonight."

"You sure you don't mind, Kimmie?"

Devin put up his hands trying to wave off the invitation, but I wouldn't let
him. "No, of course not Roger. I'm counting on you to show her your best
moves."

I accepted Geoff's cue to partner up and Patti teamed with Eric, but I didn't
really want to leave Sheila by herself. "Would you like me to help find you a
dance partner?" I asked her.

She sipped her drink, looked up, and replied rather snootily, "I'm a doctor,
not a ballerina."

"Party pooper," I scoffed at her.

So the remaining six of us walked around the bar and advanced to the dance
floor. As we did, Roger whispered in my ear, "You're friend Daphney looks
really hot."

And I whispered back to him, "She's a 'nympho', and when we first walked in
tonight, she said she wanted you....... Don't wait long to make your move."

Roger didn't seem to mind the fact that I was giving up my place to another
girl, especially one prettier than myself. He winked and flashed the 'okay'
sign to me with his fingers and then offered his hand to the beautiful woman.

As the band struck up a deafening chord of electric guitars, Devin came around
to me and said, "I think I'm going to be sick."

"You dance with him, asshole!" I answered back. "Isn't that why you stopped me
from going out with him last week......so you could have his body all to
yourself? Well now you've got him. Now get out there and dance like you mean
it! And don't embarrass me anymore."

I gave him a slight nudge on his arm, directing him towards his eager partner.
The beat was quick, but not too fast that a good pair of dancers couldn't
maintain bodily contact. Geoff and I sort of 'clumsied' our way around the
floor...... perhaps more to my fault since I just couldn't keep my eyes off
that charming couple a few feet away.

I must have forgotten the lyrics to the 'Ass-grabbing Tango'. Surely they were
playing it as Roger was demonstrating a thorough knowledge of the moves. I had
to giggle watching Devin trying to pry off his partner's sticky fingers from
his buttocks. Roger was so good as a leader than it didn't seem to matter how
good or bad the lovely Daphney followed. It was obvious that his work as a
fitness trainer carried over into other activities. Then, a series of wrist to
wrist 'wind-outs' showed how beautiful a swirling skirt could be when properly
spun.

It seemed poor Daphney could hardly catch her breath as Roger drew her back in
for the next series of movements. He slid her beneath his legs and threw her
entire body up in the air almost effortlessly (affording a brief glimpse of
her panties) Roger arched his back and guided his partner to a perfect
landing...... on his crotch. He held her at the armpits and proceeded to enter
into the movement that some people call the 'big bump' or 'dirty
dancing'...... Well to be crude about it, it looks like simulated fucking on
the dance floor.

Poor Devin...... How humiliating...... And how cruel I was to enjoy watching
every minute of it. If I ever heard this tune again, I would be sure to say,
'hey Devin..... they're playing your song.' And Geoff and Eric didn't have a
clue as to why their partners were laughing so hard.

The band was nearing the end of the number and I noticed that Devin was
finally able to escape to strong grasp of his muscled partner. He shoved Roger
away and walked back to our table in a huff. Roger looked very puzzled.

As we assembled back at the table, Sheila looked up and asked, "I take it
everyone enjoy themselves?"

Roger answered, "Yeh, it's really great having you girls come down and join us
for the action...... although I have to say your friend Daphney, here, seems a
bit frigid tonight."

----SLAP!!!!!----

A hefty slap it was, delivered to the side of Roger's face by his defamed
dance partner. I knew all too well how that could feel and the blow left ME
far angrier than it's recipient.

"DEV!! I mean, DAPHNEY!!!!!" I screamed, nearly blurting out the wrong name.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!!"

All of us were stunned by the ugly turn of events and I figured the most
prudent course of action at that point would be to get our butts out of there
in a hurry. "Look, I'm really sorry about this, Roger," I tried to apologize.
"I think it's best if we just leave now."

Roger did not look too happy as he rubbed the red side of his face. Had he
known at that point that his dancing partner was a male, I'm sure he would
have broken Devin into about fifty pieces.

As we exited the night club I asked him, "How could you do that, Devin?! How
could you embarrass me like that?!"

"It's bad enough I get insulted by you," he grumbled. "Why should I have to
take it from a dick head?"

"Get in the car, Devin," I ordered. "Obviously, we can't take you anywhere."

(((except for one more very special place, my little man......heh,
heh.....'cause this night ain't over for you YET)))

CHAPTER 10

Patti sat up front as Sheila drove away. Devin and I were together in the
back. His hands were folded together on top of his skirt.

"It wasn't a total loss," I commented. Patti proved that not only could she
get you to pass for a woman, but a beautiful one at that. Roger wanted you
bad."

"I'm tired of being a woman," he replied.

"After just two hours? Give yourself time to get used it..... Maybe if you got
silicone breast implants, the role would feel more natural to you."

"Stop it, Kimmie...... Hey, why are we stopping here? This isn't the
apartment."

Sheila looked over her shoulder at Devin. "This is my office," she said. "I
just need to pick up some papers. Why don't all of you come in with me and you
can look around."

"That's okay, thanks," Devin replied. "I'll just wait in the car."

I tapped Devin on his shoulder. "You know, we couldn't just leave a pretty
girl all alone outside at night. Come in with us."

"I'll be fine," he grunted.

"No, I think you should come in with us, Devin...... and, uh...... This is not
a request."

"But why?"

"Why, because if you don't, then we'll just drive back to the night club and
tell Roger you're a guy, and then see how long it takes him to beat the shit
out you."

"Fine," he grumbled. "But I'm only going up to Sheila's door. I'm not walking
inside."

That was good enough for now. I took Devin by the hand and followed Sheila
through the main floor, up the elevator, and back down the hall to her office.
The rest of the building was deserted. Sheila took out her keys and let Patti
and me in while Devin stood in the doorway.

In one of the examining rooms, Sheila appeared to be gathering up some
documents, but then turned around and called back to Devin.

"Uh, need a little help, please! Devin, can you help me move this file
cabinet? It's full now and I just need to push it to the side. It's in the way
too much."

He seemed leery about entering. "Why can't Patti and Kimmie help you?" he
asked.

"Well I hate to admit this," Sheila answered, "but I know that beneath that
pretty dress is a pair of strong arms that make my other two friends look like
weaklings. I'm not going to zap you, okay? Just help me, please? This will
only take a second."

Devin sighed and took a careful look inside, as if to check if there were any
more people hiding in the office waiting to ambush him.

"Okay, great.....Just help me lift the bottom corners and we'll kind of 'walk'
it over to the side. You know how to do this...... Now watch, 'cause it's
really heavy.....Great, Devin..... This is perfect. I really appreciate you
helping me out with this."

Devin shrugged his shoulders. "No problem."

I then commented, "You know, with Devin being so cooperative now, maybe it's
time we let him take off that thing he's got."

"What thing?" Sheila asked.

"You know," I replied, ".....the cock ring."

"Oh, you mean his obedience collar?"

"Yeh."

"No way, Kimmie!" Sheila shot back. Then she took the remote control out of
her pocket and waved it in front of me. "This is what keeps us in control! You
take it off and Devin becomes like an animal again."

"Sheila, you've got to be kidding. I mean look at him..... or her..... or
whatever you want to call it. That's not the same Devin that started the
evening with us. Look, it kind of bothered me about how things ended at the
night club..... for both Roger and Devin. We had our fun for one night.....
It's late..... I'm tired...... and I just think it's time to go home."

"And you called ME a party pooper?" Sheila scoffed. "What do you think,
Patti?"

"Well, like I said before, this is Kimmie's party..... whatever...... Why not
just ask Devin? Devin, would you promise to behave yourself if we took off
your cock ring?"

There was no hesitation in his reply. "Yes, and yes PLEASE!" he spoke up.

"Oh, sure......What do you expect him to say?" Sheila growled back.

"Sheila, just quit it." I retorted. "Sometimes I think you just LIKE to be
mean. Take the key out and let him go already."

Patti nodded with me in agreement.

Sheila then turned her nose up. "Oh fine," she huffed. "Tell the little slut
to take her panties off again."

Devin didn't appreciate the name calling much, but it was better than being
subjected to any more of Sheila's painful electronic toy. He dropped the
panties quickly.

"Okay, now sit up on the table so I can reach it," Sheila ordered.

"Do I have to?" Devin asked.

"Of course not," said Sheila. "I'll just press the little button on this
remote control here and....."

"Okay! Okay!" Devin responded putting up his hands. Then he quickly hopped up
on the sanitary tissue that covered the leather topped examining table.

"I'll need you to lie down so we can untape your penis. The end of the table
has a head rest. Come on now."

Devin obeyed the request and allowed Sheila to lift up his skirt.

"Okay, now you have to spread your knees far apart so I can pull the tape off.
Do you want me to pull it off fast or slow?"

He tightened his lips. "Ummmmm.....If I asked for slow, does that mean you'd
yank it off fast anyway?"

"No Devin..... Contrary to Kimmie's remark, I'm not ALWAYS mean. But if you
want slow, then you have to hold real still and not move."

"Okay.....................Uh...Uh...OWWW!!."

"Devin, this is not working. You're still squirming too much. Here, I'm going
to strap your knees into these table stirrups that women use for a pelvic
exam. I'm not doing this to embarrass you...... But they'll hold you still and
keep your knees spread wide apart so I can take off the rest of the tape."

"Is this necessary, doctor?"

"Very."

"Okay.....................uh...OW!...OWWWWWW!!!"

"DAMN IT DEVIN! I TOLD YOU TO LAY STILL!!"

"I'M TRYING!!!"

"Kimmie, Patti..... I want him frozen on this table. Use the side table
straps. Strap his arms down tight next to his hips. Make sure he's TOTALLY
immobile."

Devin's breathing started to get heavier. He sounded a little worried. "Isn't
this a bit of overkill for a lousy piece of tape?" he asked.

"Shut up, Devin," Sheila snapped back.

----RIPPPP!!----

"AGGHHHHHHH!!!"

"Sorry, that's as slow as I could pull it."

Devin's cock sprang back to a forward position and he looked around his
restraints, apparently wondering when we going to remove them.

"So, can I get up now?" he asked nervously.

"Don't you want me to remove the cock ring?" Sheila replied. "Or did you
forget about that already?"

"Oh, uh...... yeah, sure," he mumbled back.

"Well, at least this won't hurt like the tape did. All I have to do is unlock
it with a little key here....... yes...... and there you are. Doesn't that
feel better now?"

"Much," he answered. "Oh, and thank you."

"Very good, Devin," said Sheila. "We didn't even have to prod you to say it
this time."

The 'patient' tugged against the straps holding his arms down. "So can I get
up now, please?" he asked again."

Sheila put one hand under her chin. "Do you want to tell him, Kimmie...... or
should I?"

"No," I sighed deeply. "I should be the one."

Devin turned his head back and forth rapidly. "To tell me WHAT?" he asked with
alarm.

I approached the table and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Devin," I spoke
softly, "I don't really expect you to fully understand this now and there's
really no perfect way to prepare you for this."

"Prepare me for WHAT?!

"Well," I continued, "the three of us have given this a lot of thought, and
the end result is that we really want to try to help you......... you know, to
solve your problem."

"What problem?! What are you talking about?!!!"

"Just take it easy, Devin. Everything will be fine for you because this is the
right thing to do.

Devin stared at me and asked in a dead pan voice, "Do......what?"

I turned my back. I just couldn't look at him when I said the words. "Devin,
we think it would be in your best interests if you were...... gelded." Then I
slowly turned again and saw the contorted expression on his face.

"Gelded? he asked, picking his head up. "Gelded? But that's something you do
to a horse. You want to cut my balls off?!! K..Kimmie, if this is one of your
jokes...... I mean..... Uhhhhhh......This is not very funny. Come on
Kimmie...... This is not something you should joke about."

"Well, if it would make you feel more comfortable thinking of it as a joke,
then I guess that's okay."

He stared at me in disbelief. "Kimmie......I know you pulled this with me when
you did the stuff with the cigarette, the mouse trap, and the bees...... but I
have to tell you, I'm not very good at these games. My stress level peaks very
quickly. My stomach goes in knots. This is just very difficult for me to
handle. If you want to punish me some more, I guess I can't stop you...... but
for once.... uhhhhh...... (swallow).... Cold you please be on the level with
me and tell me the truth?"

I put my hands on my hips and spoke abruptly. "The truth is......there's only
one real cure for your condition. If you want the truth, Devin, then just look
in the mirror...... You're a sexual predator."

"I'M NOT!!!" he cried out at me. "I'M NOT!! I'M NOT!!"

"You're also in a state of denial."

"No I'm NOTTTTTTT!!!!!!" he yelled, as beads of perspiration started forming
on his forehead. "Look, Kimmie....... If you're trying to scare me, you're
doing a very good job. But, come on, I'm only twenty-four years old, and
uhhhh....... well, you know, I might want to have kids someday......"

"Oh joy," Sheila remarked sarcastically, "A bunch of little Devins running
around...... That's just what the world needs. I'm glad we're nipping THAT
idea in the buds."

"Believe me, Devin," I continued, "You'll feel a lot better after this is
done. And your conscience won't bother you any more."

"Yeah?!! But what about YOURS, Kimmie?!!"

"No.......I don't think so...... not after all the things you did to me."

Devin's breathing was becoming more sporadic. His heart was beating loud
enough for us to hear. "Then.... then you're really serious about this?" he
sputtered the words.

This time I yelled at him. "YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT I'M SERIOUS!! HOW MANY TIMES
DID YOU RAPE ME?!!!"

"I SAID I WAS SORRRRRRYYYY!!!!!!!!"

"WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!!"

Devin shook his head. "Kimmie, even so, I can't believe you would want to do
this to me. Sheila put you up to this, didn't she? She wants to do it and told
you to follow along. You've GOT to stand up to her! This is WRONG!"

I stepped forward and looked at him straight in the eyes. "No, Devin......
This decision is mine...... and mine alone."

He swallowed hard and heaved many quick breaths. A single tear fell from his
right eye. "But you said you would never hurt me, Kimmie....... You
PROMISED!!!!"

Behind me, Doctor Sheila emerged with a hypodermic needle in her right hand.
"That's why I'm giving you a local anesthesia," she told him. "Believe me,
once you've got numb nuts, it won't hurt a bit..... You won't feel a thing."

Devin's body tensed up as the doctor approached. "NOOO!!!" he protested,
pulling mightily against his straps. "NO NO NO NO!!!"

But the operation was proceeding. Sheila penetrated the needle into underside
of Devin's scrotum and pressed the contents forward with her thumb.

"AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

"Did you hear something?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah," Patti replied, "but I think the noise was a lot worse when he got his
ears pierced."

Then the doctor look down at the perspiring face of her patient and remarked,
"In my practice, Devin, I have a tradition...... Before going completely numb,
a condemned male is always allowed one last orgasm...... and you will be no
exception."

I suppose what Sheila did next might be viewed as somewhat of an unusual
medical procedure. The exam table had a midpoint pivot or axle which allowed
gravity to act as an aid when needed. But I'm not so sure that it was intended
for the patient's head to be at the bottom with the legs pointing toward the
ceiling. That is how Devin soon found himself. Sheila then pulled the headrest
lever so that his neck was bent at a ninety degree angle and he was now
looking straight up......at his cock, which was pointing straight down at him
just a few inches away.

Devin's legs were strapped in pretty tightly so as to bear most of his
weight...... although this didn't look like it could be a very comfortable
position for him.

"What are you DOING to me?!" he called out.

"Tell me something, Devin," I said. "From this angle, does your cock look
different? When it's pointing at your face, does it look more like a
monster...... or something evil that's threatening to do you harm?"

"Ummm...... it's hard to say," he mumbled the words from his scrunched up
position.

"Open your mouth, Devin," Doctor Sheila ordered.

"But......why?" he asked.

Sheila did not answer. Instead she used two fingernails to pinch the head of
his penis.

"OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!"

Immediately as Devin opened his mouth, she inserted a clear flexible plastic
tube, about two inches in diameter, to the back of his throat. The other end
of the tube was just long enough to connect with his cock. Then she held
Devin's head steady with her left hand. The patient looked really scared......
and I was starting to wonder in which class they would teach this procedure at
medical school.

"Mmmmmmpphhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Calm down, boy," the doctor ordered. "I'm just going to give you a little
thrill before we begin your operation."

In her right hand, Sheila held up a battery operated palm massager. She turned
on the device and pressed it firmly onto the plastic that surrounded the head
of Devin's penis.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Though he was only maybe half erect, the heavy vibrations were driving Devin
crazy. His body wiggled and squirmed wildly within the restraints of his
straps. Sheila held his hair to make sure he couldn't turn his head and lose
the tubing.

"Enjoy it, boy," Sheila snickered at him. "It'll be a lot harder to do after
tonight."

Patti and I watched in fascination as Devin drew quickly to a climax. With his
legs spread so wide apart, the only movement left to him was to bob his feet
up and down as he shot his load toward its target.

"Mmmmmmmpphhhhh!!!!"

Betrayed by his own organ, once again, he endured the humiliation of fucking
himself. And against the force of gravity, he had no choice but to swallow
every last drop from his diminishing manhood.

Sheila then quickly removed the materials and returned Devin to the more
conventional position lying on his back and set down his head rest. At other
side of the room, she retrieved a rolling stand on which sat a tray of sterile
medical instruments. She brought it up to the examination table, rolling it
within the patient's view to be sure he had a chance to study all the shiny
knives and scissors. Then she dropped down the folding lower third of the exam
table so she could step between his legs for an unobstructed route to the
operating sight. Finally she flicked a finger against his scrotum to check if
he was numb.

The doctor looked around the room and noticed the heavy tension amidst her
audience and her patient. "HEYYY!!!" she shouted, startling all three of us.
"Are we having fun yet?"

More tears began streaming down Devin's face as he tried to lift up his head.
"Kimmie, PLEASE!!" he wailed. "We've got to talk...... I'm not handling this
very well."

Patti squawked at him, "Take it like a man, Devin."

"Patti," said Sheila, "Try to show some compassion. Get the boy a box of
tissues and wipe his eyes please."

"Kimmie," he continued, "I don't want to do this. I have $8,000 in my savings
account. I'll give it to you...... gladly......We can just call it part of
like a victim compensation fund."

"I don't want your money, Devin," I replied.

"You can have my car, TOO!" he called out, eagerly hoping to persuade me.

"But I don't want your money OR your things. I guess you and I just have
different values.

He was starting to sound desperate. "Look...... I can borrow up to $12,000 on
credit. That'll bring the total up to $20,000. I'll get a second job to pay it
back. And I'll take the bus to work both ways....... Kimmie, PLEASE!......It's
the best I can do."

"Well maybe you should have thought of that a few weeks ago. Sorry,
Devin.....no deal."

Sheila picked up a scalpel. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to
commence the operation."

"NO!......WAIT!!!"

"What is it now, Devin?"

"I'll go to jail."

"What?" she asked.

"Just call the police. Send them over right now. I'll tell them everything!
I'll sign a confession! Look, you can even show them the videotape I made as
proof. They can put me away and then I won't be able to bother you anymore."

"Dear, dear," I replied. You could get raped in prison. Devin, that's sounds
like a very noble gesture on your part......but just how stupid do you think
we are? The courts would never allow a confession under duress...... and your
lawyer would probably keep playing all the parts of the tape where I had an
orgasm to show that I was a willing participant. Do you honestly think I want
to be embarrassed like that in front of a jury?...... Start cutting, Sheila."

".......WAIT!!!!!..... WAAAAAAAIT!!!!!!!"

"Devin, I can't stand all these interruptions when I'm operating."

"Kimmie, I've got it. Put the obedience collar back on my cock. Then I'll wear
a male chastity belt over it. I've seen these in catalogs. You can get them
with electronic locks so there's no way a locksmith could open it. See what I
mean? I could be your little sex slave or boy toy. It would prevent me from
having sex with anyone and you could rape me every night."

"Nice try, Devin. But get this through your thick skull.......I don't want to
end up like YOU. I'm not LIKE you."

"Okay, okay....... So I would just be your maid then. Every day I'll come over
and clean your apartment and wash your clothes and cook meals for you if you
want. And you could dress me in girls clothes and spank me whenever I messed
up...... You could even rent me out to Sheila and Patti. I could be their maid
too."

My two friends looked at each other. "Hmmmm," Sheila mused, "This proposal is
starting to sound interesting."

"So Devin," Patti broke in, "Would you do the 'boy toy' part at my place?"

"HEY YOU GUYS!" I hollered at my friends. "How can you allow yourselves to
sink to his level?"

Patti shrugged. "I just think it's so sweet that he cares so much about his
balls that he'd be willing to be our slave just to keep them.

"No Way!...... NO DEAL, Devin!"

"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!!!" He cried out, shedding a new line of
tears.

"Nothing, Devin," I answered. "I just want your balls someplace less dangerous
than in a sac between your legs."

Tears flowed freely down the man's face.....and he shook his head in
disbelief. "No....... Kimmie, please (sniff)...... I'm begging you...... I'm
so sorry for what I did to you...... I know (sniff..sniff) ...... I know how
wrong I was....... Couldn't you at least punish me in some other way?......
I'm so sorry.....(sniff) ...uhhhhhhhhh....I'm sooooooo sorrrrrryyy."

Devin's face shook with emotion and his lips curled into a pathetic frown.
Patti wiped more of his tears away with a tissue.

But Sheila was growing impatient. "Kimmie, if you're just going to stand there
all night listening to this blubbering, I'll have to start charging you by the
hour. It's YOUR PARTY. Will you make a decision already?"

I glanced back and forth, looking at both my friends. They said no more. Then
I glanced at Devin. He was nearly choking on his words but managed to whisper
out a few more cries of 'please........please........'

Finally, I looked up at Sheila and said, "I just want to be sure that I do the
right thing." Then I turned my back, took a deep breath, and murmured, "Try
not to leave a scar."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Devin wailed, crossing his eyes.

"Too late, boy," Sheila snickered. "The first cut is history. A shame you
can't feel it."

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

"You seem to be taking this rather personally, Devin," Sheila continued. (her
bedside manner leaving much to be desired) In fact, half the world's
population gets along perfectly fine without testicles. None of us here have
any testicles and you don't hear us whining about it like a bunch of
crybabies."

"UUHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........."

"Devin, quit over-reacting to the procedure. Just think of all the advantages
you'll have with no balls. You could get a job as a eunuch in a harem...... or
you could try out for the Swedish boys choir as a soprano....."

"Yeah," Patti chimed in, "and you can even play sports without a jockstrap."

This whole scene seemed quite bizarre to me. "Sheila, do you really enjoy your
work?" I asked.

"Of course I do."

"But why? It seems so gruesome."

"Can't you see why, Kimmie? Because I like helping people."

"Oh."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the patient moaned.

"Calm down, Devin. I'll make sure I do a good job on you. It would be terrible
to have a friend sue me for malpractice........ Okay, I'm ready to tie off the
vessel on the right testicle....The cut in your scrotum is small, Devin. We
use minimally invasive procedures now that speed up healing. In fact, you
should be able to walk right out of here when we're finished. Okay, here it
comes......"

With a pair of forceps, Sheila held up for all to see, a dark oval shaped
object.

"Ooo.... I think it's a boy," she commented. "One down, one to go."

Patti tapped the patient on his shoulder. "Hey, look Devin......You want to
see what your ball looks like? It's sort of like an olive..... only a lot
uglier."

Devin turned his head sideways and called out in anguish, "OH GOD!!!! I CAN'T
BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME!!!!"

"That's funny, Devin," I noted. "I was saying the same thing to myself about a
dozen times when you came into my apartment."

Sheila dropped the testicle into a jar of liquid and explained, "This is
formaldehyde, Kimmie. It's a preservative so you'll be able to take his balls
home with you as a souvenir."

"Souvenir?" I chuckled. "No, no....... I consider them more like a
trophy...... kind of like the way guys act when they screw a girl and then
brag that it's another notch on their belt. Maybe I should start a
collection."

"Of testicles?" Patti asked with surprise. "Gee, who'd want to be YOUR
boyfriend?"

Sheila offered another suggestion. "Why don't you just take them home and feed
them to your cat, Oscar."

"Well, I don't know," I replied. "What if he starts meowing in a deep voice?
I'll come home one day and he'll say 'MAAAAY OHHHHHHHH".

"Okay," Sheila nodded. "Let's get back to the patient."

-----RINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG!!!!-----

"Damn! That's my emergency phone. Who'd be calling this late?" Sheila put down
her instruments and went to the other side of the room.
"Hello?......Yes?......Is this really an emergency?....... Because I'm in the
middle of an operation, that's why.......No, it's a castration...... No,
mother, you cannot watch......Look, we've been through this before,
mother...... The TV/VCR switch should be set to VCR...... and the TV channel
should be left on four...... What?...... No, just make sure you set the
present time correctly. Don't let it blink on twelve o'clock....... Huh?......
Hold on a second. That sounds like a 'guy' question."

Sheila momentarily set the phone down and turned in our direction. "Hey,
Devin....... What speed do you set the tape at when you want to record for six
hours? Is it SP or SLP?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........hrmphpfhff."

"What? Say again please?"

"hrmphpfhff...... SLP."

"Okay, thanks...... Hello, mother?....... Yes, thank goodness there's a man
here.... try using SLP, okay?...... Okay, bye mother...... Yes, I love you
too, mother...... Okay, bye now."

Sheila returned to the table. "Hmmm.....Now where were we before we were so
rudely interrupted?"

Patti noted, "You were about to cut off Devin's other ball."

"Oh...... yes, yes, yes, how could I forget....... So tell me Devin, from your
standpoint, do feel that castration is a form of sexual harassment... or just
a friendly social gesture?...... Hmm, no reply?...... You know, back when I
was at college, there was a fraternity there where the guys named their
intramural squad the 'Nads'....... So when all us girls went to cheer them on,
we used to yell 'GO NADS!! GO NADS!!' "

"Wait, I've got one!" Patti called out, raising her hand. "What should you do
with a man that has three balls?"

"I don't know," Sheila replied, as she continued work on her patient.

"You walk him....... and pitch to the next guy."

I rolled my eyes. The chatter was becoming unbearable.

"Okay," said Sheila, "We're ready to tie off the left one now...... And here
it comes..... steady now....." Then she held the forceps up to the light and
examined the second object. "Oh, I've got good news for you, Devin...... Both
of your testicles are perfectly healthy."

"NOOO!!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO no no no no no no no no no no."

Devin thrashed his head violently left and right and he continued to cry
incoherently.

Sheila then dropped the second ball into the same jar, tightened down the lid,
and handed it to me. "Only four stitches and you're done, pal," she advised
her patient. "Piece'a cake....... So, uh, do want any other 'ectomies' while
your here on the table, Devin?..... tonsillectomy, appendectomy? No?..... How
about a frontal lobotomy?...... Personally, I'd rather have a bottle in front
of me than a frontal lobotomy. But, hey, in my practice, the customer is
always right......Will someone get the patient another tissue please. I can't
stand this blubbering..... DAMN IT!! SOMEBODY COMFORT THE PATIENT!"

"Okay, okay," I volunteered, running to get another tissue to wipe away his
tears.

"Hmmm......Looks like we're about ready to finish up now," Sheila continued.
"Devin, I'm going to wrap your scrotum with some gauze bandages, and I want
you to leave them on at least until morning, okay? You can still go potty if
you have to. And the stitches are self-dissolving so you won't even notice
them in a week."

The doctor reached up and turned out the overhead lights. Then the restraining
straps came off his arms and the leg stirrups came down. "Kimmie, can you help
me get the patient back up on his feet? He's going to be walking a little
gingerly for awhile. Here, help him get his panties back on too."

As Devin stood up again, he closed his eyes and moaned softly, not wishing to
comprehend his condition. His skirt fell back down over his thighs and he once
again, he looked like a woman...... only now, a bit haggard.

Sheila rubbed his back. "You were such a good patient tonight, Devin!" she
said smiling. "A real trooper...... and I'm giving you a lollipop. You deserve
it....... Kimmie, do you think you can help him get his feet moving now? Try
it, Devin, just put one foot in front of the other..... That's it, good......
Listen, Devin, after you get yourself accustomed to life without testicles,
you may want to talk to a friend of mine who's a plastic surgeon. She could
finish the job......cut off the rest of your penis and give you a very
realistic looking vagina. And then you could get breast implants and estrogen
injections and finally start living life as the pretty little girl you were
always meant to be."

The last lights were switched off and I held Devin's arm as the four of us
slowly exited the doctor's office. The elevator ride down seemed deathly
quiet. So to break the silence, Patti pretended to be a sports announcer
putting an imaginary microphone under Devin's nose.

"HEY DEVIN!!" she called out. "YOU'VE JUST HAD YOUR BALLS CUT OFF!.... WHAT
ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW?!" Supplying her own answer, she raised her fists and
yelled, "I'M GOING TO DIZZY WORLD!!!!"

"Oh, shut up, Patti," I commented. "And what the hell is Dizzy World?"

Not much else was said on the way back to my apartment. Devin sat next to me
in the back seat huddled up in the fetal position against the car door. His
breathing was still somewhat sporadic with a lot of sniffing. I held the
'trophy jar' in my lap but no one asked to look at it.

Devin moved zombie-like as I unlocked the door and we stepped back into my
living room. "Hey, Patti," I said, "Why don't you grab the pizza out of the
frig now and toss it in the microwave....... I think this would be a good time
for snacks, while we watch our video tape."

My two friends both nodded and Sheila added, "Sounds like a great idea."

I then turned around and handed the trophy jar to Devin. I made sure he had a
good grip on it before I let go. "Hey Devin, " I said, "You're taller than
me...... Be a dear and put your balls up on the top shelf of my bookcase,
would you please?...... Just slide them between the ceramic elephant and the
picture of my Aunt Betsy, okay?"

Devoid of emotion, he surprisingly complied with my request without
comment...... and then seated himself on the couch, head down, hands in lap. I
removed the tape from the camcorder and inserted it in my VCR. We had all
practically forgotten how the evening began.

"My gosh, look at that," Patti exclaimed. "Devin wearing men's clothes?"

"Yeah," Sheila agreed. "He looks so goofy looking in pants and short hair. At
least now, he can see the difference....... Awww, isn't that cute? Kimmie's
spanking the naughty boy and he doesn't even see us standing behind the
couch...... Uh oh, watch out for that big paddle now...... Ohhhhhhhh!.....
Wow, that must really smart, huh, Devin?"

Seated next to him, I patted him on his bare thigh and pushed up his chin.
"Come on, Devin. We're doing this for YOU. Want some pizza? No? Well then
watch the tape. This is hilarious! Look how cute you are with your little hard
on poking through the hole I cut in your underpants. And look how silly your
penis looks with a smiley face painted on."

Patti giggled, "Yeah, and waddling with his pants around his ankles, he looks
like a little kid who didn't make it to the bathroom on
time...................Oh, here's a good part......Kimmie the
aggressor...Yeah!...ripping open his shirt, bending him backwards over the
chair...... All right!...pressing a knee up into his crotch, squeezing his
nipple, kissing him wildly..... This is so great!...I'll bet a lot of guys
secretly wish their girlfriends would act like this."

"Well, Devin certainly likes it rough," I replied. "Except sometimes he says
some bad potty-words. That's why we had to take him to the potty and put soap
in his mouth.

"How could you stand eating that stuff, Devin?" Patti asked. "I think I would
barf on it."

"Well he was a little more polite after that, Patti."

"Hey, here we go," Sheila pointed. "It's torture time for the naughty male.
This was my favorite sorority game, throwing ping pong balls at the freshman
boys...... Oops, look out for that last one, Devin......OOOOOOOHHHH!!!!......
right smack in the balls.... Wow, that must have hurt...... You know, Devin,
that was the only one that was loaded with bee bees, and you couldn't turn
fast enough......but at least you don't have to worry about hurting your balls
anymore."

"Unless he drops the jar," Patti grinned.

I put my arm around Devin's right shoulder as I munched on my pizza. "Devin, I
hope you can appreciate how much effort it took for us to set up this rope and
pulley system. It took a lot of advance planning....... Oh, here's a good
part...... tickle, tickle...... Boy, you were a real wiggle worm, weren't you?
This is so hysterical, Devin...... Look how your hard on jumps up and down
when you kick your feet! Were you just playing along or are you really that
ticklish?"

I then lowered my hand a few inches and poked my finger in his right armpit.

"Hee hee, STOP IT, Kimmie," he growled at me.

"Okay, it's no big deal, Devin," I replied. "I don't know why you have to be
so moody tonight."

"Bird attack!!!" yelled Sheila. "This can be nasty. I used to play this when I
was a kid. I was the best pincher in the third grade. Boys would be terrified
of me."

"And still are," Patti remarked.

"Shut up, Patti."

It's even worse playing it naked," I commented. "Ooo, look at all those
hickeys Devin is getting on his butt. Hmmm..... This is interesting. It sounds
like he's yelling 'ow' in several different languages."

"I like this part," said Patti, viewing the dining room scene. "Devin, I can't
help it, but you just really cracked me up when you said 'Well I don't
haaaaaaavvve a pussy'. Of course now you know better 'cause we proved you
wrong. Although I have to admit, Kimmie, that I wasn't sure this could be
done...... you know, sticking a corn on the cob up a guys ass. That must be
really tight, isn't it?"

"Well," I replied, "We made it fit."

"This next game was excellent," Sheila commented. "Name the worst thing you
can do to a penis."

"Oh right, Sheila," I answered. "We know how much you love torture...... We've
seen you operate....... But here, Devin, look at this part when you
blindfolded and getting an erection when I massaged your body. This is so
funny. You thought if your cock got too long it would get snapped off by the
mouse trap which wasn't even there."

"Come on, Kimmie. Turn up the volume so we can hear him scream. This is good."

Sheila grabbed the TV clicker so none of us would miss any of Devin's blood
curdling screams, especially when I put the phony bees of his cock.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

"Wow, can you do a live one for us, Devin?"

"Oh, stop it, Sheila," I snapped back. "The poor guy's been trough so much
trauma..... especially when he was little. Don't you remember here...... all
the nasty things that his mean old sister did to him?"

"I enjoyed hearing about your childhood memories, Devin," said Patti. "At
least we found out why you're so ashamed of your penis. People who had vaginas
always controlled you. And you came to realize where the real power was. But
it's different now, Devin. You no longer need to fear pussies...... You can
become one. You're so close already."

"Look how he changes here. I definitely liked you better after you were
shaved," I told Devin. "You just seemed much less threatening. How was it for
you? I mean, did you feel like a little boy when you got up and had no hair
around your cock?...... Devin, you've been awfully quiet since we got back to
the apartment. This isn't like you. Is there something bothering you?"

Sheila pointed out, "No, THIS is where he became less threatening...... after
we put on his obedience collar. All males should have one. The world would be
a better place..... Although I still can't understand how you could mistake
muscle rub for aftershave lotion, Kimmie. I'll bet you did it on purpose just
to be mean."

"Oh look who's talking, Sheila," I snapped back. "Miss 'Torture USA herself."

"Can't you guys just enjoy the movie?" Patti asked. "I love this part where
he's doing naked jumping jacks. Guys always make lewd remarks about women's
boobs when we go jogging. Well it's a whole lot funnier seeing men bounce
around."

"Wait, turn up the volume again," Sheila said, grabbing the clicker. "This is
where I paddle Devin."

"Did you paddle him on purpose?" I asked her. "Or was it just an accident?"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "OW OW OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!"

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" said Patti. "He finally admits to being a sissy. That
was very big of you, Devin. I admire your honesty."

"This is my favorite image I have of you, Devin," I remarked. "Sucking your
thumb and playing with your pee pee."

"Males never really mature," Sheila commented. "That's why it's so easy for
them to revert to their natural state as big babies."

"But Devin made such a CUTE baby," I replied. "It was so enjoyable cuddling
him, and diapering him..... and feeding him his bottle."

"And jacking him off?" said Sheila. "You enjoyed that too, Kimmie...... Admit
it."

"Well," I replied, "I always wanted to be a teacher....... except it was hard
teaching him to eat his carrots. But I'm sure there are better ways of
teaching him than smacking his head, Sheila."

"Those weren't carrots," said Patti. "They were spermed carrots. That has to
be the all time most awfullest thing to eat. Devin's probably eaten enough
sperm tonight to get pregnant."

"Heh heh..... yeah," Sheila chuckled. "Especially since he's wearing a dress."

-----(((RINGGGGGGGGG)))-----

"That better not be your mother calling," I told Sheila. "Can you put the tape
on pause while I answer it, please...... Hello?......Oh, hi Roger. Listen, I'm
really sorry about what happened tonight and ...... What?....... You want to
apologize?...... Really?....... Well that's very nice of you....... Yes,
Daphney is still here, but remember she has laryngitis and can't talk.......
Oh really?....... Yes, sure, I'll tell her...... Oh I'm sure she'd love
to...... Well that's very sweet of you Roger...... Okay......
Okay......Great......Bye Roger."

"What the hell was that all about?" Sheila asked.

"Run the tape while I talk. This is just the part where we give Devin his
makeover. Anyway, Roger said he was sorry for being so rude to Daphney and
that he wanted to make it up to her by taking her out to dinner."

"Well, I think that's wonderful," said Patti. "Devin, you should go for it.
You and Roger make a very charming couple."

"Yeah," Sheila snickered, "And if you play your cards right, you might even
get laid."

"Patti then warned, "But don't lead him on for the whole time and then have to
blurt out 'but I don't haaaaaaaaaaaaaaavve a pussy'."

Back on the tape we heard another 'OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!'

"So who wants to vote?" Sheila asked. "Did he make his loudest noise when he
was paddled, castrated, or getting his ears pierced?"

"None of those," I answered. "I still think it was when I put the bees on his
cock."

"Awwwwww," Sheila moaned, "Here comes our little princess now.......all ready
for her royal fucking."

"Patti, I still can't get over what a terrific job you did on him. I figured
we'd just end up with a homely guy in a wig. But look at him...... Most women
would kill to look that good."

"Kimmie, all I did was take the advice from an auto mechanic...... Only use
quality parts."

"Yeah," Sheila added, "especially when you buy a rubber cock. That's it......
bend over and spread your legs, tough guy. This had to be the highlight of the
evening...... the great grand macho stud himself.....being reamed out by a
girl. This should be saved and published as a training manual to show what
happens to males who get out of line."

"Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie!" the tape blared.

Sheila grabbed the clicker again. "Oooo..... let's rewind and see that part
again....."

"Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie! (((zeeep))) Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie! (((zeeep))) "Fuck
me HARDER, Kimmie! (((zeeep))) Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie! (((zeeep))) "Fuck me
HARDER, Kimmie! (((zeeep))) Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie! (((zeeep)))

"ALL RIGHT!!! STOP IT ALREADY!!!" Devin screamed unexpectedly.

"Hey, Devin's still alive," I said.

Patti concurred. "I think you woke him up, Sheila."

"Good," Sheila answered, "Now he can watch how much he cried after losing his
virginity. Oh, boo hoo......forever robbed of innocence...... Oh and wait,
this part coming up is just as good..... He's going to blow the pizza
boy...... How could you stoop so low, Devin?"

"Cause I told him to," I laughed. "You really did deserve this, Devin......
after you let him grope all over me. I had no sympathy for you here."

"Look at his awful frown," said Patti. "You really didn't enjoy sucking on
that boy's penis, did you, Devin?"

"But the kid with the pimples seemed to like it," Sheila replied. "especially
when he shot his load....... wohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... a couple of quarts at
least. Tastes good, huh, Devin? .... Hey is that the end of the tape already?
Let's rewind and play it again."

"No, no...... not tonight," I said. "It's really late. I'm tired....... I
think it's time I escorted my date back to his door."

"I'll go myself," Devin murmured.

"You will not," I answered abruptly. "A pretty girl in a short skirt?....
Alone, on a dark night?.... Easy prey for a rapist, don't you think?..... No,
we'll be more than happy to escort you back. Patti, can you pack up his camera
gear, please? Just be sure to leave the tape here....... Oh, and Sheila, I
almost forgot...... Can you bring his clothes, please? He's got his keys and
wallet in his pants."

The four of us went outside and I took Devin's hand. We strolled leisurely to
the other end of the building where we took out his keys and unlocked his
entry.

I turned to my two girlfriends, "Umm.....Could you guys just give me and Devin
a minute in private, please?" They obliged, stepping back into the hall. Then
I stepped into Devin's doorway and looked up at him.

"Devin..... uhhh...... I hope you don't feel that I was too rough on you this
evening. I mean, you can certainly come and visit your balls whenever you want
to...... Look, this may even turn out to be a blessing in disguise. There's
still hope for you Devin. I really believe that. You can change for the
better. I think with some real effort, you could still turn out to be a good
person."

He still stared at me with almost no emotion.

"Hey, Devin," I said, "I'm usually not seen kissing a pretty woman on the lips
but...... I kind of think your special." Then I planted him with a quick
smooch.

Patti and Sheila both stepped forward and waved. "Good night, Devin," they
said politely.

"Now go right to bed," I told him. "It's really late."

As Devin turned his back, I lifted up the back of his skirt, and applied my
right hand swiftly to the right side of his buttocks.

"OWWWWWW!!!!!!!!"

......And the three of us ran off, giggling into the night.

[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ THE END ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

EPILOGUE

I got up the following morning and was in the middle of making my breakfast,
when I heard a knock at my door. I was a bit surprised when I saw who was
there.

"Well, you're certainly up early this morning," I commented. "To be honest, I
wasn't expecting to see you back here so soon."

"Neither was I....... but I thought it would be best if I returned these
things to you and Patti. I mean, they really don't belong to me, and I know
she said that the hairpiece was very expensive."

I swung open the door. "Why don't you come in."

"Hmm.... Are you serious?" he asked. "Does this mean you have Sheila and Patti
hiding behind the couch with assault rifles?"

"No......Come on in...... I'm just being brave I suppose."

"Well, I think that everything's here...... the wig, the dress...... bra,
panties, shoes..... even the earrings.."

"Wait a minute, Devin........ You mean you've decided you really don't want to
be a girl anymore...... not at all?"

He then looked at me with soulful eyes. "Look, Kimmie....... The real reason I
came over so early today was because I just wanted to say......" Then he
sighed deeply and concluded with the word.........."Thanks."

"Thanks?" I repeated in jest. "After all I did to you yesterday? You've got to
be kidding. Thanks for what?"

He grinned at me sheepishly and said, "I think you know 'for what'. Thanks for
not cutting my balls off....... I really thought my life was over, but when I
took off the bandages this morning, I just went into a state of shock......
They were still hanging there..... both of 'em...... I couldn't believe
it...... I opened the door and ran out into the courtyard in my underwear
screaming, "I'VE GOT BALLS!!!! I'VE GOT BALLS!!!!"

"Well isn't that a novel way of waking the neighbors? Hmmm.... That must be
why I saw a police car was driving around here this morning."

"I had to go jack off just to be sure they were really mine."

"No, Devin..... I think they were Patti's."

"But why did you spare me, Kimmie? I was such a jerk to you."

"You went WAY beyond 'jerk', Devin."

"Uhhh... yeah, I know...... So you had me on the table..... You had a motive
and you could've done it..... You could've cut me down for real...... But you
didn't..... Why?"

"I know where you're leading, Devin, and you're right. It was probably a big
mistake on my part to let you go. I thought that 99 percent of you was selfish
and self serving. But I thought that maybe just one little spec of you wasn't
so bad...... And I wanted to give that part of you a second chance......I'll
probably regret it later."

"No, Kimmie, it wasn't a mistake. I'll change...... I promise. You exorcized
my demons. I don't hate women anymore."

"Yeah, right...... Well, time will tell."

"Okay, okay........ So what's the punch line, Kimmie? If I still have
balls......then what the hell is inside that jar on your bookcase?"

"Go see for yourself..... Damn, I'd really be on Aunt Betsy's shit list if she
found your balls sitting next to her picture."

Devin picked up the jar and gazed at it's contents. "Well, they do look like
little round things."

"They're green olives, Devin..... in a glass of water......I don't know how
many times I tried to show them to you yesterday and you didn't want to look.
I was figuring you'd see them at the operating table and we'd all just have a
good laugh and go home. But since you didn't, we just played along with it.
I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun."

Then I took the jar from him and unscrewed the lid. I tossed him one of the
olives and kept one for myself. "Help me, Devin," I said.

"What?"

"Swallow the evidence."

He smiled at me as he popped the olive into his mouth. "Uhhh.....Could you do
me just one more favor?" he asked.

"Such as.....?"

"Well...... Could you call back Sheila and Patti?"

"What for? You want to thank them too?" I asked.

"Well...... Uhhhh...... I know this may sound like a dumb question..... but I
was just wondering."

"Wondering what?"

"Well...... Could we possibly...... well, you know...... do this again next
weekend?"

I folded my arms across my chest and replied, "Devin..................you are
so weird."

[[[[[[[[[[[[ NOW IT'S THE END ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

(and they fucked happily ever after)