Womanhood - Part 4

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CHAPTER 13 - CHRIS

Something happened to me that afternoon.  I guess that my attitude had been changing slowly ever since Janice had tied me to the bed that day, but it seems at that point I realized that all I wanted to do was to put my trust in her.  She had been right about so many things and as I thought back to all of the times that I had resisted her I felt that from now on I just wanted her to take over my life.  My only job was to rid myself of any doubts that I had in her abilities to know what's best for me and to obey her without question.

As time went by Janice taught me more and more what my place in life was.  How that because I was not a real girl, I could never be as good as a real girl, and to say thank you to a real girl, I was only worthy to kiss her feet and lick her bum.  I grew more and more able to do the things that she wanted me to.  After a while, I was automatically showing my appreciation to Janice by giving her kissy foot or licky bum.  My first real test came about two weeks later.  Janice said that she had a friend named Justine that she had been telling about my progress.

One day this friend called and asked if she could speak to me. If it had been just a month earlier, I would have panicked and raised a big fuss about it, but I was slowly learning to obey Janice without question.  Janice handed me the phone and said "Justine wants to talk to you."  I took the phone and said "hello".  "Hi, Christine.  It's so nice to finally get to talk to you.  How are you doing?"  "Ok.", I replied.  "Janice told me that she has been teaching about how real girls are superior to boys.

"Uh-huh.", I said.  "She says you're learning to become a good little pretend girl."

"Uh-huh.", I repeated.  "And that you have learned the proper way for a boy to thank a girl."

I paused for a second.  "Christine?", she said.  "Yes?", I replied.  "Do you know the proper way to thank a girl?"  "Yes.", I said, almost crying.

There was a short pause.  "Tell me.", Justine said.  "Kissy foot."

"How else?", she asked.  "Licky bum."  "That's right!  That's very good Christine.

Janice tells me that she has bought you a lot of pretty things to wear."  "Uh-huh.", I said again.   "And that you're starting to like your pretty dresses."  "Uh-huh.", I said again.  "Which one do you like the best?", she asked trying to get me to contribute something to the conversation.  "The pink one."  "The pink one?

Tell me about it."  "It has short sleeves and a bow in the back."

"Oh, it sounds pretty, does it have ruffles on the sleeves?"

"Yes."  "And Janice tells me that you have matching shoes to go with it."  "Yes.", I said smiling, starting to grow a little more comfortable talking with Justine.  "So, why do you like the pink one best?"  "I don't know.", I said sheepishly.  Justine, sensing that I was hiding something said, "Oh come on, there must be some reason.  Tell me."  "I don't know."  "Come on sweetheart, tell Aunt Justine."  I didn't say a word.  "Are you too embarrassed to tell me?"  "Uh-huh.", I said, softly.  "Don't be sweetheart, I promise I won't laugh.  Please tell me."  I was very nervous and I wasn't sure that I wanted to tell her right away.  She sensed this and continued to try to get me to tell her.  "Finally I said nervously, "Because my pink pocketbook goes so well with it."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that.  You know, I have a black and white dress that I wear,  that's my favorite.  And you know why?"  "Why?", I asked.  "Because I have a pearl necklace, earring, and bracelet set that I wear with it, the dress goes with them so well.  So you see, there's nothing wrong with liking the pink dress best because it goes with your pocketbook."  I smiled and gave out a little laugh.  I knew that my reason for liking the pink dress best was fine for a girl but I still felt strange telling her because I was a boy.

The fact that Justine didn't even mention the fact that I was a boy, made me feel a little more comfortable with my growing girlishness.  It was the first time anyone other than Janice had expressed to me that it was ok to have the feelings of a girl.  I don't know if Justine even realized it, but that conversation made me feel a lot more comfortable with my feminization for a long time to come.

"You know Christine, I would like to come over to visit you sometime.  I would really love to see you in your pink dress.  Do you think that would be ok?"  I just sat there, too afraid to say anything.  "Christine, Honey.  Are you still there?"  "Uh, huh", I said softly.  "Would you like me to come over and visit you sometime?"  "I don't know.", I replied, still nervous to have anyone else see me dressed as a little girl.  "Well, I'm only going to do it if you want me to."  "Ok", I said.  "You want me to?", she asked.  I had said yes, acknowledging the fact that she would only do it if I wanted her to, not that I was really ready for her to do it.  But over the last few weeks, I had grown less and less assertive and I did not feel right telling a woman, "no", to anything, so again I was silent.

"Christine.", she said growing a little impatient at my lack of response, "Do you want me to come over?"  "I guess so.", I replied.  "Not I guess so.", she said sternly, "Do you want me to, or not?"  "Yes.", I said nervously.  "Then I want you to ask me.", she said.  "Will you?", I asked.  "Will I, What?", she replied.  I paused for about a second.  "Will, you, please, come over and visit me?"  Because of the lessons that Janice had been putting me through, I automatically worded it with all of the politeness and respect that I could.  Justine perked up.  "I would be glad to.", she said, cheerfully.  "Put Janice on the phone.

CHAPTER 14 - JANICE

I took the phone from Christine and had him leave the room. I had listened to his end of the conversation.  When I heard him ask Justine if she would come over and visit him, I couldn't help but think how far he had come in the last few weeks. I decided that Christine was ready for the next step in my plan.  Justine and I spent a long time on the phone.  She listened enthusiastically as I explained my plan.

The next day Christine got dressed in his favorite pink dress and put his hair up in Pigtails.  I could tell as the day wore on that he was starting to get excited about having Justine come over.

About mid-afternoon I sat Christine down to give him a talk.

"Christine, Aunt Justine will be coming over to visit you later on."  "I know.", he replied.  "Now you I want you to call her, Aunt Justine.  After all, she is a girl, and that will show her more respect."  "Ok, Mommy."  "And she is coming over here to visit you, so I'm going to go out.  "We're going to make dinner, and I want you to serve it to her."  "How come you have to leave?", he asked.  "Because you have to learn to show respect to all girls. Not just me, and not just when I'm around."  "Ok, Mommy."  "Now she is going to a lot of trouble, going out of her way, to take time out of her busy day, to come all the way over here.  I think you're going to owe her a big Thank You."  "I'll remember to thank her Mommy."  "Yes Honey, but she's a real girl, just like Mommy.  You have to show her the proper respect.  You can't just say Thank You."  "Oh.", Christine said, "What should I do?"  "Well, I think about the very least, you should give her a kissy foot, but probably a licky bum would be more appropriate."  "But Mommy, I never have given anyone but you those things.  What if she doesn't want me to do it?"  "That's not your concern Sweetheart.  She is a real girl and you must show proper respect.  You should at least offer, and if she doesn't feel that your worthy enough to give her licky bum then there is nothing you can do, but if she says it's ok then you must at least give her the best licky bum that you can."  "Ok Mommy, I'll ask her as nicely as I can and maybe she'll let me give her a licky bum to thank her."  "That's my sweetheart.", I said, smiling and patting Christine on the knee.

Justine arrived at about five thirty in the evening. Christine was a little nervous.  Justine looked at him and said, "I have a present for you, Christine."  She reached into her pocketbook and took out a large, pink, rubber flower.  Then she took two bobby pins and pined it in Christine's hair.  "There you go, an artificial flower for an artificial girl."  I could see a pained expression on Christine's face, which made me feel pity for him, but I knew that it was going to help put him in the state of mind that I wanted him to complete the next part of my plan.

"Christine.  What a nice gift.  Don't you think you should say, thank you, to Justine?"  Christine looked at me.

"Aunt Justine.  I would like to thank you for coming over and bringing me such a wonderful present."  "That's all I get, just a thank you?"  "No.  I would like to give you something special."

"What's that?"  "I would like to give you a licky bum."  "That's good.  It's nice to see you're learning proper respect, but I think I'll pass for now."

"Well, it's time for supper.  I think I'll be heading out. Christine has set the table and everything is all set.  You two have a nice visit"  "We'll be just fine.  I'm sure Christine and I will have a nice visit."

CHAPTER 15 - CHRIS

Janice put on her coat and left.  Justine went into the dining room and sat down.  I followed behind her, made sure that she was comfortable, and then went into the kitchen to get dinner.

As we were eating, Justine restricted the conversation to the superiority of girls, and the proper place for boys.  "So.  When are you going to become a real girl?', she asked as if this was the only logical thing to do, and there was no decision to be made.  "I don't know.", I replied.  Justine just shook her head and went back to eating.

After dinner, we went into the living room to talk.  We had been there about ten minutes when Justine got up and excused herself, saying that she had to visit the little girls' room.

About three minutes later she called my name.  "What, Aunt Justine", I called.  "What?  Come here!", came the reply from inside the bathroom.  I opened the door.  Justine was sitting on the toilet.  I just stood there, not knowing what to do.  "Don't just stand there, come on in."  I walked in, leaving the door open.

"Christine.  If a girl told you to do something that you didn't want to do, Would you do it?"  "Yes.", I replied.  "Why?", Sally asked.  "Because she's a girl, and girls are superior to boys, and boys should do what they are told."  "So.  Because you are a boy, you would do anything any girl told you to do."  "Yes.", Christine replied.  "Ok.", Justine said, "Lay down on the floor, face up."

I did as he was told.  She got up off of the toilet and stood over me, straddling my face.  Slowly she squatted down, bringing her knees up into her chest until she had lowered her hole within about an inch of my mouth.  "Lick my bum, Christine.", she ordered.

"But Aunt Justine, you haven't wiped yourself yet."  "Do it!", she yelled.  "I can't", I said, crying.  "Do it, or I'll sit on your face and wipe it all over you!"  Slowly I stuck out my tongue and licked some of the mess from Justine's bum.  At first, I held my tongue out, afraid to do anything else.  "Go on eat it!" she ordered, looking down at me.  Slowly I put my tongue back in my mouth, swallowed, and then stuck it out again licking her again.

"That's it.  Lick me clean.  Eat my chocolate."  I started licking faster and faster.  When I finally thought I had it all. Justine said, "Put your finger up my hole and get every last bit of it!"

"But my pretty nail polish!", I said crying.  "That's ok,  you can just put your finger in your mouth and clean it off."  I did as I was told, repeating this process four or five times, until I had cleaned her inside and out.

After several minutes Justine was satisfied with the job I had done and told me that I could stop if I wanted to.  She let me get up, but I was not allowed to rase out my mouth or wash my finger.  She took me into the living room and sat me down.

"Have a seat Christine.", Justine said.  I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me. "The reason I treat you this way is that you a boy.  I know you try to be a girl, but still, you're just a picky boy, and as such, this is the only way that you are worthy of being treated."  Justine went on this way for what seemed an eternity.  As she was talking I felt more and more ashamed of being a boy.  By the end of the evening, with all that had happened to me, I had never felt so dirty and humiliated in my life.

CHAPTER 16 - JANICE

I arrived home at about 9:00 PM.  When I got there Christine seemed very down and dejected.  I pretty much knew what had happened, because Justine and I had discussed what would take place that evening on the phone the day before.

Justine left about a half-hour later.  As she was leaving she looked at Christine, and said,  "It was nice meeting you.  I hope you learned something tonight."  Christine smiled a weak smile at her.

After Justine left I could tell that Christine wanted to talk to me.  I did not want to push the issue, so I decided not to push the issue.  At about 10:30 PM We had cleaned up the supper dishes and I was getting Christine ready for bed.  As I was about to tuck him in he looked at me very nervously.  "Mommy?", he asked.

"What.", I replied.  There was a long pause and then he started to cry.  I reached out and took his hand.  I could tell there was a great deal of turmoil going on inside of him.  After a few minutes, he calmed down enough so that he was able to speak.  "I don't want to be a boy anymore.  I want to become a real girl."

I took him in my arms and just held him and rocked him for several minutes.  He cred the whole time.  I could tell that the last bit of his resistance had finally been stripped away.  I had successfully molded him into what I wanted him to be, what he should be, and now he was going to become a she.  I continued to hold him and he continued to cry.  "It's Ok dearest.  Mommy will take care of everything.  You're going to become her pretty girl and everything is going to be all right.

The next day I went to work setting up the necessary appointments in preparation for Christine's sex change.  As a licensed psychiatrist, I was able to cut through most of the red tape, I said, when I was filling out the legal forms, that he had been living, full time as a female for last year, which wasn't true, but I knew from my professional training, that if there was ever a candidate for a sex change, it was Christine, and besides who was going to find out.

About a week later the girls from the beauty shop came over to visit.  Sally washed, cut, and set Christine's hair, and Kathy gave him a recuperate and a manicure with a set of false fingernails. When she was done she painted his toenails and fingernails with the brightest red nail polish that I had ever seen.  They treated him like a queen, which only served to reinforce his decision to become a real girl.  After about two weeks, Christine was admitted to the hospital for his operation.  I visited him every day and seems stronger and healthier every day.

EPILOGUE

Christine is coming home tomorrow, so I thought I would finish off our story.  I just want to let the reader know that I still intend to be the boss and to let her know what is best for her (and she has agreed that it should be that way, but I no longer plan to put her through the humiliating things that I have in the past (of course unless her behavior warrants it).

Oh yes.  One more thing.  Those headaches that Christine was having have gone away.  Actually, I have a confession to make.  I have become very accomplished in hypnotism, and I used it to help Christine along with her decision.  I did this without his/her knowledge.  I would give him a shot of sodium penitential while he was sleeping, and then conduct the hypnosis on him.  The drug helped break down his resistance and accept what was best for him.

Unfortunately, it can cause headaches as a hangover type effect.

If you remember earlier in the story, Chris had an uneasy feeling when he came back from California?  That was because, the night before he left, I had hypnotized him, and suggested that he would get very nervous if he was not made to dress in women's clothes for an extended period of time.

She will probably find out that I did this to her someday, but by then I'm sure she will understand why I did it, and even if she doesn't, there is nothing she can do about it.

THE END.