Dana's "Coming Out" Weekend

by: W. Williams

 

Dana always had mixed emotions about his name. To him, it sounded like a girl's name and often, he was teased by others, who also thought it a girl's name. For that reason, he disliked it, but on the other hand, on those occasions when he was able to secretly "dress", he loved it. He often thought about 2 years from now when he would be of legal age to get a drivers license, how the name would not give him away should he be stopped while dressed in female attire. Certainly he was pretty enough in makeup, what with the luxuriously long hair he had grown despite his mothers protests, and the "womanly" form his baby fat, soft body took on when he forced himself into one of his mothers tight corsets. One of the most marvelous effects that had was to mold his soft, rounded, overly feminine breasts into well-developed, almost perfectly perky, c-cup points. Gosh, how he loved feeling them roll in their strict lace cups when he was doing housework with mother gone for the day.

Dana didn't go out for sports or other "boyish" pursuits at all. For one thing, he was too slight of stature and had no upper body strength. He was "effeminate" to say the least and his mannerisms were those of a girl. He threw like a girl. He ran like a girl. He even stood like a girl, with his legs and heels together. There was not much hope of his becoming a football or basketball star, but by his own admission, those things held no interest for him. He much preferred shopping for curtains, or learning to cook, and he was really quite good at sewing. He planned to make some dresses if he could get the fabric and patterns without his mother knowing.

Absolutely no one knew of Dana, the "girl", except for Mr. Broody, his junior high counselor, and he only found out one day when Dana was in his office for a counseling session (that happened often because one bully or another always seemed to be giving him a hard time) and Dana slipped and made reference to his "floral print dress". Mr. B sat upright from his relaxed position and looked Dana in the eye for a moment, then went and made sure his office door was clear and locked it. He sat back down and told Dana to feel free to discuss this "dress" with him further, as any good counselor would, Dana thought, and besides, he was tired of keeping it to himself and told Mr. B about everything. It seemed right to talk to him because he was very sympathetic about Dana being bullied all the time, and now he was being very understanding and non-judgmental as Dana told of his time in female attire and how he had practiced makeup and could walk in 5" heels like a professional model. He almost seemed to encourage Dana, and by the end of the first day of revelation, Dana felt very close to Mr. B.

Dana's sessions with Mr. B became pleasurable to him because he felt better now that someone knew, and understood. He stopped in Mr. Bs' office almost everyday, whether or not there was a school problem, and at some point, Mr. B began to ask Dana about how he saw himself "sexually". Did he think about boys that way? Had he experimented at all? Dana admitted that he had not experimented, and as far as what he might have imagined, he told Mr. B that he really hadn't thought about that much, but did assume that when he had sex, it would be with a man. Mr. B again sat upright in his chair, but made no move this time. He just sat for an uncomfortable moment and looked at Dana's soft brown eyes. He noticed how long and curly his lashes were, and imagined him with eyeshadow, then shook his head and sat back. Dana asked what he was thinking and Mr. B said he thought it would be useful to their counseling sessions if he could see Dana "dressed". Dana was a little taken aback by the suggestion, though he didn't really consider it to be out of the realm of counseling, but said he didn't see how he could do that here at school. Mr. B suggested a plan.

"I have a cabin in the Mountains about 2 hours drive from town and I was going to go this weekend and do some interior painting. Maybe you could come along, Dana, and help me with the painting then we could have the rest of the weekend for talking about what's going on in your head and you could even introduce me to Dana, "the girl". Mr. B said.

"Well, I wouldn't really mind the painting job, but there's no way I could have some of mother's clothing and her makeup, jewelry and perfume for that amount of time, without her noticing. I know her. She wouldn't be able to handle this. She'd probably make me get my haircut, and put me in a boarding school. She already thinks I'm too effeminate and worries about Me." answered Dana.

"Understandable. Well, I was going to offer to pay you for whatever work you did, so how about if you just tell me your "female" measurements, and I'll purchase some basic items, such as dress, slip, etc, and we'll see if that works?" the counselor offered. He was obviously trying to make this weekend thing work and that made Dana feel like trying to make it work. He certainly could use some time away from the everyday and the thought of being "herself" with someone else was very tempting.

"Um, sure, ok...I guess. That would work. You don't mind spending the money Mr. B?" asked Dana, now excited, but also a little apprehensive. Prior to this point in the conversation, it was just a "possibility", and now appeared to be turning into a definite reality.

"No, that will be fair, as I do intend to get some work out of you." Mr. B responded with a curious smile that Dana had not noticed before, but didn't really think much of.

"Ok, Mr.B. When were you going to go?" asked Dana, now nearly too excited, and at the same time, embarrassed by his own eagerness. "This weekend." said Mr. B without the slightest hesitation. "That gives me a couple of days to get things together, and to talk to your mother to get her approval for the weekend trip."

"You aren't going to tell her about the female clothes, are you, Mr. B?" Dana asked apprehensively.

"Of course not, Dana. Our counseling sessions are held in the strictest confidence. If your mother ever finds out, it won't be from me. Now write down your dress and foundation sizes, and leave everything to me." Mr. B stated, almost as an order Dana thought. Then off he went, walking rather lightly, to finish the day's classes.

Through the week, Dana could not stop thinking of the upcoming weekend, and the Coming out, as it were, of Dana the girl. It was to be nothing more than revealing "herself" to this trusted counselor, but for one who had remained hidden for so long, it was almost a release.

On more than one occasion, Dana had briefly stopped at Mr. Bs' office to suggest a style of dress, or color lingerie, and Mr. B had been accommodating to a fault, as he listened politely, and thought to himself how much like a real girl Dana really was. At least as far as making up his mind about clothes. But there was more.

Since the discovery of Dana's secret, Mr. B had begun noticing things. Like the doe like soft brown eyes he had stared at previously, making Dana blush a little, and there was that, too. Whenever you looked for more than a casual glance, Dana blushed, and the effect on his silky smooth alabaster skin was incredible. Often, Mr. B would reach out and stroke Dana's smooth glowing cheeks when he blushed, in his mind, anyway. And always, Mr. B watched Dana walk out of his office when a session was over. His slightly swiveling hips, and rounded soft bottom, which jiggled just right, were unbelievably feminine, and Mr. B wondered how much better could that get in a tight corset. He would simply have to see this for himself. Dana's mother had been contacted, and after being told that there would be several chaperone's, she consented, thinking this might be good for him. Being around men for a weekend might be just what Dana needed, but after telling Dana that it was ok with her, and mentioning the multiple chaperones on Thursday evening, Dana became slightly upset and went to bed early. His mother took this as a sign that he didn't really want to go, and this further convinced her that he should. But Dana was upset because he thought Mr. B had included others on this trip and he would not be able to "dress". He would speak to Mr. B first thing in the morning, and tell him he would not be going.

Upon knocking on Mr. Bs' door and entering, Dana asked if it were true that other men were going along on this trip, and Mr. B assured him they weren't. It had been a ploy to make his mother more comfortable with the idea, as she was hesitant at first, and was leaning toward not giving Mr. B her permission. The multiple chaperone idea threw her over into the positive camp, and all was set.

Mr. B ran down an abbreviated list of all the things he had acquired for Dana's big weekend, including a large variety makeup kit, corset's, slip's, panties, perfume, stocking's, nighties, dresses, high heels, just about everything, and Dana noticed, when he mentioned the items, he used the plural. Dana was very excited, both about his impending revelation, which grew closer and closer, and the fact that Mr. B made it sound like he had bought out the dress shop. Dana's head was reeling. They were to meet in the parking lot at the end of class, Dana with the duffel bag his mother had carefully packed with two sets of jockey shorts, a pair of dungarees and a pair of shorts, and of course, the obligatory pajamas, and leave right from school. Dana was ready and anxious, and perhaps a bit nervous, but he had the 2-hour ride to change his mind, right? Of course. Mr. B wouldn't make him dress if he was too scared. So when the time came, they got into Mr. Bs' car and left.

Dana had had a nearly sleepless night on Thursday and Mr. B noticed his excited talking slowing to a trickle and then he remained quiet while Dana drifted off to sleep. That was ok. The counselor was beginning to feel more in control and frankly was tiring of Dana's constant chattering. Mr. B didn't want to reveal the true nature of Dana's weekend "training" session just yet. Time enough for that when "she" was properly dressed, boy clothes hidden away, and left with little choice but to comply. A sly, evil grin crept across his face as he glanced at Dana sleeping peacefully and imagined the fun he was going to have.

It was still daylight when Mr. B pulled up to the secluded Mountain cabin, and he was able to carry in the bags and boxes he had purchased only this past few day's before Dana started to wake. He had already secured Dana's extra boy clothes his mother had packed for him in the trunk of his car and he had formulated a plan for removing access to the clothes Dana was wearing.

"Well, had a nice nap, sleepy head?" Mr. B asked in a tone that was a cross between friendly jibe and cross inquiry.

"Oh.....Yes, I guess I fell asleep, uh? Sorry. I was too excited last night and didn't sleep well. Is there anything I can help with?" <yawn> Dana asked with still sleepy eyes half open.

"No. Everything is unpacked. I think you should grab a quick shower, then we can have something to eat and talk awhile before turning in." replied Mr. B " Come on in and I'll show you your room."

"Ok." was about all the reply Dana could manage. He felt almost drugged. Dana trudged in behind Mr. B and even in his sleepy eyed state he could see that the so-called Mountain cabin was very nice. Not rustic at all, but large and comfortable, with a big living room, large dining room, kitchen with all the modern convenience and a hall that led off toward the back of the cabin. In the back there were 4 doors and Mr. B opened one for Dana, indicating that this would be his bedroom. He told Dana which door was the bathroom and gave him a towel, telling him to get undressed in his room and wrap the towel around himself when he went to shower. Dana thought the directions rather complicated for just taking a shower but did as Mr. B said, leaving his worn clothing in the bedroom, and toddling down the hall with a towel wrapped around himself. Mr. B noticed that he wore the towel tucked around his breasts like a girl would, and grinned that same grin he had when Dana fell asleep in the car.

While Dana showered, Mr. B took the remaining boy clothing from Dana's room and put it with the rest in his trunk. Then he went in and laid out a lace, strapless corset with ruffled trim around the bottom edge, a very sheer, short white baby doll pajama set with matching short peignoir, white nylon rumba panties, a pair of white nylons that only came just above the knee and had pink ribbons around the top, and white 5" heels with feather trim. He was getting very hard just laying these things out on Dana's bed, but controlled himself long enough to set up the makeup kit and perfume on the dresser along with a simple string of pearls and some earrings. The pierced type. Dana had told him before that his ears were pierced and that was the type he or rather "she" wore. Then he went into the hall just about the time Dana was coming out of the shower.

Dana was startled to see Mr. B standing in the hall between him and the room, and suddenly became very self conscious in his towel, pulling it tightly about him and lowering his eyes as he tried to pass, but Mr. B kind of stood in his way and Dana was forced to stop and look at him. "I'm sort of nervous about this whole thing, Mr. B and I'm not really sure I'm ready to "dress" in front of anyone yet." Dana offered apologetically.

"I know Dana. I figured you would get nervous but I feel this is crucial to developing your sense of identity, so I am prepared to help you." said Mr. B.

"I have removed all of your boy clothing and locked it away where you cannot get at it. I've laid out your clothes for the evening in your room, and that's all the clothing you have. It's that or your towel all night. This is for your own good. I want you to go in your room and do what I know you really want to do, then come out and introduce me to Dana the young lady. Ok?" Mr. B said sternly, staring at Dana as he spoke who in turn stared at Mr. Bs' shoes.

"But Mr. B, I thought I was just going to dress for a while. Maybe tomorrow while we talked, and then we were going to be painting." stammered the now intimidated Dana.

"Does my cabin look like it needs painting,Dana? This whole weekend thing was set up so you could explore your true personality freely. I spent a lot of time and money on this, and I am not going to let you change your mind and just walk away. You're going to be a girl all weekend, Understand?" Mr. Bs' voice was becoming louder and harsher and Dana was frightened. "Yes, I understand Mr. B, but..."

"No buts" interrupted Mr. B. "Now get in your room and do as your told.

And I mean NOW!"

"Ooohhh...." Dana whimpered as he went to his room and closed the door. Dana stood, eyes tearing for a moment as he thought about what to do. He couldn't call his mother and ask to be picked up. He would have to explain what was going on and he had no wish to do that, even in his current predicament, besides, there was no phone. Only Mr. B's cell phone and Dana was too frightened of him now to ask to use it. Besides which, except for the fact that they were in the mountains, he had slept all the way and had no idea where he was.

He glanced around the room through teary, frightened eyes, and saw the delicate baby doll set and all the other things, then looked at himself in the mirror. The towel certainly would not do, he thought, but that peignoir set was probably even less covering than the fluffy red towel. It was a lovely peignoir set though and having seen it, then run the silky smoothness of the sheer fabric through his fingers, he wanted to wear it. Dana was really just hesitant about wearing it in front of Mr. B. He started to think that maybe Mr. B was right to be strict like he had been. How would he ever be able to be the female Dana comfortably in public if he didn't have that uncomfortable, even frightened, first time? So Dana gathered his composure as much as he could and sat down at the mirrored makeup table. "Aren't you ready yet, Dana? It's been nearly an hour." Mr. B called through the door. In fact, Dana, the young lady, was ready, and deliciously so. She was pretty and everything about her was perfect. Her breasts had been forced into two healthy melon balls that hung over the top of the corset ruffled fringe perfectly, and rolled just as Dana loved. The peignoir was tantalizingly revealing, and the white stockings with the pink ribbons were adorable. The 5" heels gave Dana that extra swivel in her hips, and she looked at her self in the mirror and saw all of those lovely lingerie models she had always wanted to be, but how could she step into the other room and sit with Mr. B this way, she thought. I'll just die of embarrassment. Not because she was wearing the clothes of the opposite sex, but because she was in her nightie. Dana sat on the bed, hands folded delicately in the folds of her nightie, and waited.

Finally, Mr. B lost patience and opened the door. Dana stood up with a start, and tried wrapping her arms around her breasts as any girl would do in order to maintain her modesty, and Mr. B was stunned. He stood for what seemed an eternity to Dana, but was probably only about 2 minutes, staring. Dana was a truly lovely, desirable girl, and Mr. B's manhood was rock hard. Lowering her eyes in embarrassment, Dana suddenly noticed Mr. Bs' "excitement", and she became even more intimidated, and a little excited herself, except her excitement manifested itself in her hardening nipples which began to show through the sheer lace overlays. Mr. B closed the distance between them and put his hands on Dana's shoulders to calm her. "Dana, you are beautiful. The change is miraculous and now I understand all the things you were telling me in your counseling sessions. " He said. The reference to those sessions put Dana somewhat at ease, though there was still the discomfort of being in a nightie, and she managed a nervous little smile, and a tiny little "Thank you."

"Come on in the dining room. I've made some soup and poured you a glass of milk. You can eat while we talk." said Mr. B He didn't tell Dana that he had dissolved an entire Valium pill in the milk.

Dana wasn't really hungry, and even though Mr. B kept telling her to eat, she only had a few spoonfuls of soup, but she guzzled the milk. Dana loved milk, and Mr. B knew this from school, and very soon after, Dana began to feel totally relaxed. So relaxed in fact, that she no longer tried to cover herself, or even wonder why she was no longer so uncomfortable. She just felt good. So good, in fact, that when Mr. B came around the table and took her by the hand, she just rose and let him lead her to the living room, where there was soft music playing, and they danced.

Mr. B held Dana very close, and she could feel his massive erection rubbing against her through the silken folds of sheer nightie, but it didn't frighten her. She was actually fascinated by the effect she was having on him, and by her own level of interest in this little "experiment". She had an urge to caress his manhood and feel its reaction to her soft touch, but thought she had better not. That might be too forward, and she was uncertain of what would come next. Would he rebuke her, and possibly end the weekend early? The weekend she was now enjoying so much. Or, if not, would he expect more than Dana was ready give? The end of the song interrupted her revelry, and Mr. B again held her hand and led her to the sofa where he sat first with his arm around the backrest, and gently pulled Dana down next to him. She sat close, allowing her nightie to fall across his lap, as her thigh was tight against his, and she made no move to pull away. Mr. B put his hand on her chin, pulling her face upward to meet his then kissed her. That's when Dana melted into his arms. The petting and kissing grew more passionate, just as it would with any couple enjoying their evening together, except that this was a somewhat unusual couple, and one of them was drugged. Dana was getting used to the taste of Mr. B's tongue in her mouth and was even enjoying it somewhat, then Mr. B began fondling her breasts and that made her sit up a bit. She didn't find it unpleasant. It was just new. Every now and then he managed to find one of her nipples through the corset and peignoir, though you couldn't say that was a difficulty as much as they stood out, and he would give it a little pinch & twist to elicit a quiet little yelp from Dana.

After a time, Mr. B stopped kissing Dana, and still so close, she could feel the warm breath that carried his words on her flush and glowing cheeks, he said, "Are you feeling good Dana?" to which Dana, still having no idea she was under the influence of drugs, and under the control of a vile man, could only close her eyes and nod her head yes.

"Very good, Dana. You are being a very good girl. Now, I want to take your experience even deeper. I saw you looking at the bulge in my pants earlier, didn't I?"

"Yes." Muttered Dana, a little more blush adding to the already cherry glow of her cheeks.

"You are curious, aren't you? Curious about my cock, I mean?" he said. Actually hearing the word "cock" out loud roused Dana a bit closer to total awareness, but not completely, and she responded almost automatically "Yes."

"You want to touch it, don't you Dana?" he asked grinning in her face. Dana had to think about that. Her thoughts were confused. It was if Dana was having a dream in which gigantic yes's and no's were floating in the air around her, and she wasn't sure why. She picked a "No." "Sure you do Dana. This would be good for your experience, remember. This is what we came here for." Mr. B suggested to his receptive play toy. Dana thought a bit longer and nodded yes, but it didn't matter whether she agreed or not because by this time, Mr. B had gotten his manhood out and had led Dana's delicate hand down to it, and she had grasped it as a baby grasps a finger held in front of it.

Mr. B began kissing and fondling Dana once more, pausing only to get her hand rubbing his cock from time to time and moaning pleasurably as she did. "There's only one thing left to try tonight Dana, and then we can turn in." Mr. B said, growing a little weary himself. He too had a long day, and even his enjoyment of Dana's drugged compliance wouldn't keep him up much longer.

"It's time you tasted it, Dana." He said as he pushed her head down towards her task from the back of her neck.

Dana could offer little resistance, even were she not drugged, and her red lips moved steadily closer to his now throbbing erection. When the tip of his cock touched her lips, she tried to let out protest, but all she managed to do was part her lips slightly, allowing his cock to enter without force. She tried to pull back, and he would let her to a point then push back down, then she pulled back, and he pushed back down. It went on like this until Dana felt a gush of warm wetness in her mouth that she swallowed without thinking, and it appeared again, and again she swallowed. This happened about 4 times, and then Mr. B let her pull all the way off of his cock. He was spent, and Dana just looked at him through bleary eyes, not really knowing she had just given her first blowjob, and HAD swallowed every drop of Mr. B's cum. She just knew he had stopped making her taste his cock, and had let her sit up. She was very tired. Mr. B rose from the sofa and picked Dana up, and carried her to his bedroom, cradling her sweet, prettily pantied bottom all the way. He laid her in his bed, and she was nearly asleep as her head touched the pillow. He covered her, then went to shower himself, and make plans for the rest of Dana's weekend. She would have to remain on Valium most of the weekend, he thought, but he had brought plenty just for that reason.

As he showered, he planned the next day. A Valium with breakfast, and then Dana was to do the dishes and straighten up around the cabin, then he would take her out in public to further reinforce her female identity. She would pass without a bit of suspicion. She certainly proved that to him tonight, then back to the cabin in time for Dana to change into that "special" dress he would purchase, and greet his friends when they arrived. Upon awakening, not really remembering more than the kissing last night, Dana's biggest surprise was that she was in bed with Mr. B. That gave her a bit of a start, then she looked down at herself and realized she was still wearing the peignoir. She felt self conscious again as she had the previous evening when Mr. B first entered her room and saw her dressed like this. She wanted to get out of his bed and go shower (she felt very dirty, though she wasn't sure why) but extricating herself from the cradle of his right arm, and his left arm clutching her firmly around the waist made that difficult without disturbing him. It wasn't that she was worried about his lack of sleep or anything like that. She just felt this disdain for him this morning. Besides, she could feel that he was naked under the blankets because she felt his penis against her thigh, just below where her legs ran into the satiny V of her panties. She didn't like that feeling.

After some moments of shifting and rolling then stopping while he re-settled, Dana managed to get out of bed while Mr. B rolled over without his doll, and continued sleeping. She put on her heels because the floor was chilly from the cool night air, but walked on tiptoe so as not to wake him, and went down the hall to the bathroom. It was easier for Dana to sit and release her water than to stand because of the folds of her nightie, but she would have anyway. Not many people ever took notice of your bathroom habits, but Dana always sat down to do her business. It was just her habit. Afterwards, she stripped and showered; enjoying the few moments of privacy she was having, and thought about how she might be able to end this weekend early.

Making out with Mr. B was a terrible thing to do, and she wondered why it hadn't seemed so bad to her last night, but waking in his bed this morning was definitely wrong but she didn't really think to blame him. In Dana's mind, it was mostly her fault. She must have made herself too pretty. She must have somehow enticed him. She must have started the whole episode somehow, but how she thought. I never thought of Mr. B that way. Sure, I imagined kissing that bully at school, Roger, but I never thought to try it for real. Oh well. It was more than she could figure out. She had better concentrate on talking Mr. B into taking her home today. When she had that final thought, a bit of sadness struck her because she knew that when that happened, Mr. B would be taking "HIM" home. She was so mixed up. Finally, she decided to stop thinking altogether and just finish her shower and go dress. That's when she started wondering "in what will I dress?" As far as she knew, the peignoir set was the only thing available to her so far. She wrapped the towel around herself in the usual modest manner and went off to her room to see what she could find.

When she opened the door she found a lovely red velvet jumper style Dress with a flared skirt. Again there were the usual underthings, except this time the corset had garters and there were grown up stockings, white, to attach to them. There was a white lace trimmed full slip, a pair of red high heel pumps, also 5" heels, and even a red purse, across which lay a pair of white gloves. Before Dana could register the disappointment of not finding her regular clothes, she found herself thinking how adorable she would look in this outfit, and immediately began doing her makeup. Mostly because she didn't want Mr. B to walk in while she was still not dressed, and a lady always does her makeup first, but partly because she really wanted to wear that darling outfit. She was made-up and dressed in half an hour, and sat quietly waiting to talk to Mr. B. Dana was ready this time when Mr. B opened her door and saw her sitting so prettily in her red ensemble. Mr. B thought to himself how unbelievably attractive a girl Dana made, and this created in his mind the justification for doing this to her. He was helping her, right?

"Good morning Dana. I see you found your outfit. I'm going to have a cup of coffee before we start the day, and I've poured you another glass of milk." he said cheerfully.

"Mr. B. I thought I might go home today if that's alright with you. I'm not really feeling well." Dana said, afraid to say what she was really feeling.

"Well no Dana, that's not alright with me. It's a very long drive, you know." he returned."Let me have my coffee and we'll talk about it some more." he added upon seeing the disappointment in her face. "Ok." she said as she rose to take his outstretched hand and walk with him to the kitchen where his coffee and her "milk" were already set out. There was little talk while Mr. B sipped his coffee and stared at Dana. He had noticed that the fit of the dress was as near perfection as it could get, and that Dana wore it without a second thought today. Unlike last night when she was almost freaking out about her feminine attire. But that was a rather revealing nightie, besides. This was regular daywear. Dana was becoming acclimated, just as Mr. B thought she would. And as soon as she drank her Valium, umm milk, she'll be ready for a little public exposure, he thought.

Dana behaved quite as expected and hungrily drank down her milk. She still didn't think much about eating and Mr. B hadn't prepared anything anyway, but this time she noticed a slight difference in the taste of the milk. Not anything bad really. Just different. She commented on it to Mr. B, and he explained that it was just a different brand of milk they had up here in the mountains from a local dairy farm. He said it was fresher than milk from a market, and that's why the difference in taste. That made perfect sense to Dana and she finished her glass.

After he finished his coffee, Mr. B told Dana they were going out to breakfast at a nice diner nearby and she should put on her gloves and grab her purse. Dana felt a bit apprehensive about this, but not as much as she thought she might. Once again, Dana felt very relaxed and comfortable, and thought ok. She would have to start going out sometime. She was far more critical of her appearance than anyone else would be, as she was to find out. With her makeup done so expertly, and the tight corset forming her torso into such an attractive shape, the young boy looked like a very comely 20-year-old young lady. Even the young voice would not betray Dana. She was perfect. Mr. B was so drawn into her transformation that he opened the car door for Dana, watched as she slid in, catching a little glimpse of lace hem from her slip, then closed the door for her. Dana felt a little tingle from being treated so, and she slid over in the seat to be next to the man that only this morning, she had wanted to get away from. But she didn't think of that at the moment. Mr. B was very pleased at the effect of the Valium, and was more than a little turned on by Dana's eagerness to be near him. But that must wait for later. He started the engine, and off they drove to Dana's further conditioning, though that hardly seemed necessary right now. Mr. B noted that the Valium was having the same effect on Dana it had the previous evening. She was being very feminine and very compliant. She didn't even seem to mind being out and about in broad daylight, but then, no one really took notice. At least not anymore than people would notice a pretty young girl with a little bit of an older man. Even that wasn't cause for much attention, other than the way this young lady seemed to be totally dependent on this man. Almost as if she was a much younger girl than the 19 or 20 years that she appeared to be.

Mr. B took Dana to a nice local restaurant for breakfast and he ate heartily, while Dana once again just picked mostly. She had only ordered toast and a glass of milk to begin with, and Mr. B had to continually coax her to get her to eat half of a piece. She had drank the milk though, just as Mr. B knew she would, and he had slipped half a Valium into it so that Dana would not come out of her pleasing obedient stupor while they were out. He found himself feeling quite proud to be seen with her, even though he knew the truth, and pretended to himself that he was on a Saturday morning date with an attractive young woman. In Dana's clouded view, she was on a Saturday morning date.

After they left the restaurant, Dana was daydreaming as she walked along with Mr. B holding her hand and leading her. She was aware of the occasional man who looked at her with desire, enjoying one feminine aspect or another. Her shapely legs all the more attractive for the fluttering hemline of her dress, or her long silky hair with the bow that matched her red dress. Everyone noticed Dana, but as a girl worth looking at and not as the dismal boy she had been. She became more and more relaxed, and Mr. B wondered if it was natural or the result of the Valium, though he didn't really much care. Dana stooped over to smell some fresh flowers in a bouquet at a local market, and her perfectly round bottom drew a whistle from some teens in a passing car. Dana turned and blushed with a little smile, but Mr. B found himself feeling either protective or jealous. He wasn't sure. He took her hand, and in an attempt to win back her attention, he took the bouquet and they went inside. He purchased the flowers for her, as well as some other staples, and beer and soda for later. When they went back outside, the teens were gone, and Dana was a little disappointed, while Mr. B was glad. Mr. B took Dana just about every place there was to go in this small town, and just got her used to being in a dress in public. Often Dana would ask why they went one place or another when they didn't really seem to need to and Mr. B would just say because it was such a nice day to be out. Dana thought so too. She had little idea of what was in store for her this evening, and at the moment, probably didn't care to. She just felt great. As it was now afternoon, and Dana was obviously tiring, Mr. B put her back in the car and they headed back to the secluded cabin. Dana nearly dozed off on the way, but Mr. B kept her awake by talking to her and asking what she thought of her weekend so far. Dana said she was having a wonderful time and wished she could stay here forever. Mr. B smiled at that, knowing it was impossible, but he imagined if he set this up correctly, he could enjoy Dana's obvious charms for some time to come. Whether or not she wanted him to.

When they were back at the cabin, Dana put her flowers in a vase with water and arranged them lovingly, then smelled them again and yawned. Mr. B said she should go lay down in her room for awhile, and Dana thought this was a good idea and did just that. Her nightie wasn't there, so she took off the dress and blouse, kicked off her red heels, and lay down in her slip. She was nearly out before she could pull a blanket over her, and dreamed she was being undressed.

When she awoke, her slip was gone. That and the fact that she could hear voices from the other room startled her. At first, she thought it was a TV, but quickly remembered she had seen no TV in the whole cabin. She must have been out for some time because though it wasn't dark, it was obviously very late in the afternoon, and Dana had to go to the bathroom but all she had on was the white corset, her panties, her stockings, and there was a pair of black high heels next to her bed. Not the red ones she had worn earlier. There was no towel or robe to put on, and the Valium had worn off, so she was very self-conscious about walking down the hall, so she called to Mr. B "Mr. B. I have to go to the bathroom." she called out. "Well go ahead then." he answered.

"Could you come here a moment, Mr. B?" she asked almost pleading with him.

He walked down the hall to her room, where she had the door opened just enough to peek out, and he said, "What's the matter Dana? " "I don't have a robe or a towel or anything, and I hear voices." she confided.

"Oh that. That's just a couple of friends of mine. Don't worry about them. You'll meet them in a bit. Now go on to the bathroom. ", He told her. "But they might see me in my underwear." she whined."And I thought I was just going to be a girl with you, Mr. B. I don't have my other clothes. " She was worried, and a bit embarrassed now.

"STOP IT." he commanded so abruptly that Dana took a step back from the door in shock. "You've been parading all over town today in a dress, and now your going to whine about meeting a couple of guy's I know? I don't think so. Now put on those shoes and go to the bathroom, and your clothes will be waiting for you when you come back. Then you can dress and meet my friends." he said in a somewhat cold and unfriendly tone. Dana wondered what clothes he had for her, and she was frightened too, but she had to go to the bathroom bad, so she did as she was told. She whined a little barely loud enough to hear but put on the black high heels, then scurried off down the hall as quickly as she could. She knew she was being watched from the living room, though she hadn't seen by whom or how many but she felt their eyes. All of a sudden, the hallway seemed like it was a mile long, and the clicking of her heels sounded louder than she ever recalled hearing heels sound. She reached the bathroom to the accompaniment of several whistles and catcalls, and closed the door behind her. She had almost forgotten how badly she had to go as she leaned against the door. Knowing there was no lock made her doubly uncomfortable but finally she could stand it no longer and pulling her panties down to her knees she shuffled to the toilet and took a seat. The water noise started almost before she was seated and for a brief moment, all she felt was the relief. Till the doorknob began to turn, that is. "Are you finished in here, doll baby?" said one of two strange men who stood in the doorway staring at Dana.

Dana was frozen with embarrassment and fear, and it was all she could manage to cover her breasts with one arm and place her other hand in her crotch to cover her exposed mound. She still had her white nylon panties around her knees, and that in itself was sheer humiliation to her. "Please." was all she said.

"Please what?" asked the other man while they both continued their enjoyment of her predicament.

"Please let me finish and go to my room." she nearly whispered while staring at the floor, too ashamed to look them in the eyes. "That's what we're waiting for. Hurry up!" said one of them. Dana wasn't sure which. She still could not bring herself to look up. "Mr. B!" she called out, hoping he would make these men go away. At least until she could pull her panties back up and run to her room. Thoughts of going home once again entered her mind, but her concentration was fragmented at the moment, and many thoughts were flying through her head. The most terrible of which was being raped. Or forced to have them in her mouth. "Mr. B had to go out for a while. He'll be back. Meanwhile, he left us in charge, so lets get a move on Missy. Get up and pull up those panties. Move!" commanded one of the strangers.

"Oooooohhhhhh." was all she said as she stood and with trembling hands and crimson cheeks from the humiliation, she pulled up her panties and just stood there.

"Now get in the living room. Quick!" was her next order and this time she looked at who said it. It was the man nearest her, and she thought him ruggedly attractive though older than Mr. B even, but with a bit of a snarl on his face as if Dana had made him angry.

"But Mr. B said my clothes would be in my room. I have to get dressed." she whined.

"You have to do what we tell you to do!" demanded the handsome stranger as he grabbed her by her forearm and gave her a stinging smack on her bottom. "OOOUUUCCCHHHH!" Dana cried out, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

The man gave her a second good whack, and she began sobbing outright. "Move it!" he again demanded, and Dana ran past the two men and down the hall to the living room. She stood behind the only big chair in the room trying to hide herself as much as possible, and again covered her breasts by holding one arm across them. She couldn't run away. Not dressed in a corset, panties, stockings and heels. So she just sobbed quietly and waited for what was next, hoping and praying Mr. B would return soon and save her. "Very nice." said the man she had not looked at directly yet. Well, it was a man's voice anyway, but it was one of the seniors from school. Dana recognized him immediately and her heart sank. He had a camera and was taking pictures of her as he approached. Many pictures. Dana had nowhere to hide, so she tried to cover herself more but that was impossible, and the upper classman walked behind the chair still taking pictures and repeating over and over, "Nice.Very nice." Dana was terrified at this point. A senior from the High School section of her own school and an older man she had never seen before had her helplessly standing before them in her white lace corset, panties, stockings and heels, and they were taking a lot of photographs of her. They had even started to make her pose; though she was unable to stop crying through all of the different poses.

Usually, one or the other of them would take the picture, leaving one free to pose with Dana. Sometimes standing slightly aside and behind, holding her lace cupped breasts or even pinching her nipples through the fabric. Some shots were with Dana bent invitingly, though unwillingly, over a chair with someone behind and against her, or in the act of taking a big swing at her nylon clad bottom. For those pictures, the person behind her always completed the swing even though the camera had snapped, and gave her a stinging slap. These always caused her to jerk into an upright position, her sobbing renewed and louder, holding her cheeks, now glowing cherry red. There were a lot of pictures with Dana kneeling before them. They stood very close with their penises hanging in her face, often touching her lips. Dana especially hated these poses, and cried all the more when she had to kiss their penises just as the picture was snapped. She was on her knees, when the younger of the two said, "This is it. Last shot."

"Ok. We'll make it a real doozy!" said the man with his cock in her face. "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, NOW!" commanded the older man so loudly that Dana jerked and acting without thinking, she formed her pretty magenta colored lips into an oval. The man grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her mouth about halfway down his huge throbbing cock, then shouted, "NOW!" and the flash went off one more time. Dana didn't try to move afterward. She just knelt sobbing with this man's penis in her mouth, thinking it would soon be over. Then she felt her hair being pulled closer to him, and her head had to follow, so his cock went deeper and deeper into her mouth. It kept going till it reached her throat and she gagged a little. He pulled back, but not much, and when she stopped gagging he said, "You have to breathe through your nose when I fuck your pretty mouth so you don't gag when it goes into your throat." Dana's eyes went wide with renewed terror. He was going to make her blow him. And he was acting like a teacher, telling her how to do it right. Dana's mind was racing. She was horrified at what she was being made to do, and didn't even notice the younger man behind her, pulling her arms back and putting cuffs on her wrists. She only realized she was handcuffed when she heard the click of the cuffs closing about her wrists. Not that she could have fought back against them successfully, but now she couldn't even try. Then the one behind her knelt right up against her, removing her ability to lean back away from the cock forcing it's way deep into her throat again, and he had his penis out so it was right in her hands and he was yelling in her ear to fondle it and rub it. At the same time, he reached around Dana and pulled the lace cups holding her perky breasts downward, letting them roll out of their lace protection, and he began pinching and fondling her. Dana's mind shut down. All the pain and humiliation, all of the exposure and picture taking, all of the violation had been too much. She just wasn't thinking at all. Her body just did what it was forced to do all by itself. She was being conditioned to be an obedient little slut. The older man finally came in her mouth and though her throat automatically swallowed most of the warm sticky goo, there was much too much for her tiny mouth and little pearl drops formed at the corners of her mouth. The man kept pumping as he came, harder and faster, deeper and deeper, bet Dana had been doing as she was told, and she didn't gag. She just stared blankly at his hairy crotch and swallowed and swallowed.

The older man finished up, making sure Dana had sucked and licked him clean of stickiness, then pulled his cock out and let go of her hair. Meanwhile the young man behind her, who had pinched and twisted her nipples the whole time, making them red and erect and sore as hell, jumped up saying, "My turn." Dana had no reaction. She just opened her mouth again when he stood in front of her and grabbed her by her hair. The whole process was repeated, and Dana again did very well, swallowing nearly all of his cum, and there was a great deal of it, and hardly gagging at all. She cleaned him with her tongue as well, then the pair went to sit behind her and she just knelt there. No one had told her to move.

Dana was numb and didn't even hear them when they laughed about how good she was or talked about her great little tits. The two were exhausted, at least sexually and though they talked at having another shot at Dana, maybe fucking her sweet round ass this time, it would have to wait a bit. They were drained, but Dana's chores, and her weekend, were not finished. When Mr. B returned, Dana was still kneeling in the middle of the living room, with her violators still in their chairs behind her. Mr. B saw the blank stare, the exposed breast's with the rock hard and erect nipples, the handcuffs, and the dried cum at the corner's of Dana's mouth. He gave his two friends a knowing and wicked wink, then went to Dana and helped her to a standing position. She finally came out of her stupor and turned her head to see Mr. B as she rose. She began crying quietly as he led her down the hall to the bathroom, but she didn't even speak to protest when he began undoing her corset stays in back. He spoke softly to her as he undressed her; her wrist's still cuffed behind her.

"I think this has been a good learning experience for you Dana. You have come a long way in our little "girl" experiment, don't you think?" he asked as he pulled her panties down to her ankles.

"Yes." was all Dana replied softly.

"Now we have to get you cleaned up. You have to learn to not cry when men are using you for their pleasure. It messes up your makeup, and you know how long that takes, don't you?" he kept talking as he undid her handcuffs. "Yes." was again her only reply. Once her hands were free, Mr. B slid her corset straps from her shoulders and removed the garment completely. When he did so, Dana no longer tried to cover herself. She just stood there waiting for her next instruction, with her hands hanging by her sides. Mr. B looked at her nakedness with great pleasure. There was not even the interruption of a male organ to the illusion as Dana routinely kept the tiny offender tucked tightly between her legs. Mr. B ran his hands over her round bottom, then across her breasts softly, becoming erect himself. Dana noticed his hardness and felt it rubbing against the cheeks of her ass but it was now nothing new, and she made no attempt to pull away, nor did she register any fear or disgust. It was simply what men did when with her. Mr. B noted the conditioning with some pleasure then instructed Dana to bathe and fix her makeup and told her he had a wonderful surprise for her when she was done. She did as she was told, the surprise promise having little meaning. She knew it would be for their pleasure, not hers, and began bathing herself as Mr. B left the room.

When finished, Dana simply walked naked to her room without considering the fact that she was being stared at. No, lusted after may be more correct. Mr. B was near her bedroom door appreciating her femininity and the fact that you couldn't even see the tiny, and now forever more useless, remnant of her boyhood. The other two stood leering at her from the end of the hall near the living room. And Dana just went to her room, with Mr. B following her in, and began doing her makeup. It was pretty much all she had left to hide behind emotionally and she applied it with great care. She very much wanted to be Dana the girl when she once again had to satisfy these men. If she were Dana the boy, she was sure she would end up insane.

With the makeup finished, Mr. B watching the whole time, she rose and faced him to receive her next instruction. Thought's of escape or even of begging to be let go had vanished and she had resigned herself to getting through the remainder of her training period.

"You look perfect Dana, and I have a pretty new dress for you to wear."

Mr. B said with a smile on his lips as he spoke. Dana didn't respond. "Here it is." He said with a flourishing sweep of his arm, gesturing toward the chair in the corner of her room. Dana's stare followed the movement and she saw a lovely black velvet French maid dress with all the trimmings. Cast over one arm of the chair was a short, white chiffon petticoat to be worn underneath, and of course her corset, along with some new black nylons, white nylon rumba panties, and a brand new pair of high heels that matched the color of the dress. These heels were at least 6" high and had an ankle strap that had a tiny keyhole in them. Dana realized they locked on but she dutifully began to dress, including locking her heels on her ankles. What else could she do?

After dressing, Dana checked herself in the mirror as any young woman would do, and as Dana had done hundreds of times at home in her mother's room. She checked her makeup, made sure her stockings were straight, and smoothed her apron and dress over her short petticoat. For the briefest moment, the shock of what had been done to her faded, and she was just Dana, dressing in her mother's things and being girly. But only for the briefest moment. When the reality of her current plight returned, she slumped in sadness and despair against the closet door. She had been raped, hadn't she? Or was what she was made to do called something else? She had heard a name for it once before. Something biblical, she thought, but she couldn't quite remember it. Whatever it was called, it didn't taste very good. At first, anyway. That thought both surprised and embarrassed Dana even further. Did she like it, she wondered? Surely not the being photographed or spanked part. No. She didn't. But the other, especially with the older man. "Oh No. I can't have liked it. It's wrong!" her mind cried out, but her inner girl didn't seem to be as upset.

Then Mr. B entered and interrupted Dana's inner conflict. He noticed her start when she saw him, almost as if she had been asleep or at least miles away in her head. That was good, he thought. She is processing her situation. Becoming more accustomed to it.

"What's taking so long, Missy?" he demanded in his purposely officious tone.

"Please don't make me do this anymore, Mr. B. I am very confused and I'm not sure who I am anymore. They made me do things only a girl would do, and then only with her boyfriend or husband. I'm scared Mr. B." Dana blurted out. "Listen to me, Missy. You wanted this and I arranged it. Now you want to embarrass me and back out. I don't think so, and from now until I drop you off at your mother's house you will call me Sir, as well as my guest's, as is befitting your new role as house maid, understand?" he intoned. The look in his eye was new to Dana, and a bit scary. She had given in to his demand in her mind before he had even finished and responded with a quick, "Yes sir." lowering her eyes as she did so. "And I want to see you curtsy. Right now. C'mon. Do it!" he ordered. Dana found this order lowered her self worth and resistance even further, and with only a quiet "ooooohhhhh." she complied. Raising her skirts slightly, lowering her head, and curtsying in submission. Mr. B smiled to himself.

"You did that very well, Dana. You've curtsied before, haven't you?" he asked of his new maid.

"Yes Sir." Dana responded with a quickness that was a surprise to herself. She hadn't even had to think about whether to say Mr. B or Sir. It just seemed natural. And she had indeed curtsied many times before, but only to her own image in the mirror in her mother's bedroom. She really loved to curtsy. To Dana, it was the ultimate admission of her femininity. "Good. Now my guest's and me are going to watch a game on the TV. You will serve refreshments, and when not needed, you will kneel in the corner by the fireplace, understand?" he instructed.

"Yes Sir." Dana replied, not knowing what else to say. Besides, these instructions didn't seem so bad compared to what had happened earlier to her. She didn't give a second thought to wearing the short maid's dress, which would surely allow everyone to see her frilly panties every time she bent over to serve them, or to wearing a dress at all. Mr. B's conditioning weekend was working rather well.

"Good. Let's go." he said somewhat softer now, the demanding voice no longer necessary, and Dana followed him down the hall and into the living room where her violators waited. The high heels making Dana's steps somewhat more delicate than Mr. B's, and giving her hips a deliciously inviting swivel.

The two men rose in awe at how beautiful their young victim looked all fixed up and dressed but only the older man approached Dana, causing her to take a hesitant step or two back, but one mean glance from Mr. B stopped her in her tracks, and the older man overtook her. He wrapped his massive long arms around her waist and drew her close to him. She was pressed so tightly against him that her breasts were being pushed upward , and she could feel his massive manhood, that had once pushed all the way into her throat, growing. She could feel it even through the dress and layers of her petticoats.

To Dana's surprise, he smiled softly then lowered his face to hers and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She parted her red lips when she felt his tongue pressing into them and allowed it to explore her freshly sweetened mouth freely. His tongue was hungrily devouring her delicate mouth's freshness, but he was at the same time, being gentle with her. She gave herself to the kiss, and her own tongue wrapped around his affectionately. After a few moments of this enjoyable sensation, he withdrew his tongue and gave her a very tender kiss on her lips, then released her, and went back to his seat. Dana found herself wanting him to kiss her some more, but was afraid the younger man would try to kiss her next, so she just stood waiting. As everyone took their seat, Mr. B told Dana where there was a serving tray, and to fetch them all beers and some pretzels and chips, and to be quick about it. She glanced at the man who had kissed her, and seeing he noticed her look, she blushed red at his knowing smile, then curtsied to Mr. B and ran off to the kitchen.

She found the tray and loaded it with three glasses and three open bottles of beer and a mixed bowl of chips and pretzels, then hurried back to the living room to serve them. She set the tray on the table in front of the sofa, and quickly realized she should have poured the beers before coming into the living room. Now she would have to bend over to pour them in front of her three Master's, and they would all get a bird's eye view of her frilly panties. Too late now. She bent and began pouring and it seemed to take forever, but that was probably only because she saw them eyeing her form appreciatively as she did so. The way she was facing, the younger man and Mr. B could look right up the back of her dress, and she wished she had positioned herself at the other end, so the older man would get the best view. After all the beers were poured, and of course, Dana's cheeks became all the more reddened from embarrassment, she curtsied once more and went to her corner to kneel and await their future needs. She carefully positioned herself so that though kneeling, she had the best possible view of the older man, and he of her, and knelt carefully so as not to get a run in her stockings. Both the older man and Mr. B noticed this positioning and the care with which Dana knelt, and both felt something because of it. The older man felt sure that Dana would be a willing and extremely tight fuck toy, and Mr. B felt that her weekend conditioning was proceeding very well, and nearly done. After tonight, and considering all the pictures that they had taken and would take (Mr. B. had picked up more film.) Dana would do whatever he, oh wait, she was told to do. Just so that her classmates and even her mom would never see those pictures. Mr. B. thought he might even get the occasional blowjob in his office at school. "Nice." he thought while smiling at his trainee.

The evening was pretty much as it would be for any French maid serving a group of men, except for the fact that Dana had no choice and had to kneel while not actually serving them. There were the usual pinches and gropes as Dana held the tray before them with their beers or sometimes whiskeys, and occasionally one of them would "accidentally" grab her breast instead of the offered glass. This always caused Dana to pull back a little, and once, in doing so, she had spilled the youngest man's beer on the coffee table. A little had splashed on the man's pant leg, and he became angry. He grabbed the tray from her hand and set it on the floor, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a prone position across his lap. Dana was humiliated when he raised her skirts and gave her a quick half dozen slaps on her bottom. Mr. B was laughing at the whole thing and the young man would have spanked Dana further but the older man who had kissed Dana earlier came to her rescue. "That's enough. Let her up so she can clean up this mess." He said with authority, and the young man stopped and let Dana off his lap. She rose and hurried to the kitchen for something to wipe up the spilled beer with, while the young man called after her telling her to get a damp cloth to wipe off his trousers. This she did, and returned with both, first wiping up the coffee table then holding the damp cloth out to the young man. "No. You spilled it. You wipe off my pants." He ordered. Dana hesitated briefly, looking to the older man for some sort of support, but he offered none. Then she looked back at the younger man and saw the glowering look in his eyes, and not wanting to be put across his lap again, she knelt before him and began running the damp cloth across his thighs. He kept directing her saying"higher" and "higher" till she was actually wiping the damp cloth across his erect penis, and she noticed both Mr. B and the older man grinning at her situation. "Some of it soaked through my pants. Take my cock out and wipe it off." Ordered the young man. Dana cringed slightly. She did not like this man, possibly because he was closer to her own age, or because she saw him around school sometimes, but he was always meaner than either Mr. B or the older man. She waited for Mr. B or the other man to intervene but they said nothing, so she timidly unzipped the younger mans pants and reached in to free his erection. Her delicate fingers handled him so tenderly that it only served to inflame his erection, and he let out a moan as she pulled it out. She began wiping him with the cloth and he protested.

"That cloth is already dirty. Lick it clean." He said. "Ooooohhhh!" Dana exclaimed in shock. She had done this before, obviously, but now Mr. B would be watching.

"Do it!" said the impatient younger man, now growing angry again, and fearful of his reaction should she hesitate, she leaned forward and began licking him like a child licks an ice cream cone.

"That's right. Very good. Now lick the top." He instructed as she busily tried to comply, but as she licked the very tip, he grabbed the back of Dana's head and shoved her mouth all the way down over his cock, very nearly gagging her. She tried to pull back but his strong arm would not let her and she was stuck there in front of Mr. B with his cock fully inside her mouth. The humiliation was so great that tears began to well up in her eyes. To her shock and surprise, Mr. B rose from his seat and knelt beside Dana putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and urging her to do her best. "It's ok Dana. They told me how much you liked sucking their cocks earlier. Don't be embarrassed. This is what you came here for. To learn to be a girl, remember?" he asked softly. She was so confused by her counselors' actions, and by his urging her on to behave in this "slutty" manner that she began to think it was what she had come here for. With tears still filling her eyes, she began to move up and down on the younger mans cock slowly. At first. Then, with further urging from Mr. B, his hand sliding downward to her ass and reaching beneath her petticoats, she moved quicker and deeper. The younger man had removed his hand from her head, as it was no longer necessary to force Dana, and Mr. B's hand caressed and pinched her bottom through the sheer fabric of her panties.

Over the course of the weekend so far, Dana had felt isolated from human contact, but at this moment, the throbbing erection inside her mouth and the hand roughly exploring her bottom through her panties, began to seem comforting. To her subconscious mind, these intrusions were proof that she was not alone and that she was accepted. She began to respond to Mr. B's fondling by wiggling her bottom slightly in his hand, and by moving her lips up and down the younger mans cock with great enthusiasm. She no longer even thought about it. She was enjoying her "acceptance".

As the younger man's cock swelled when he approached orgasm, Dana began sucking as hard as she could to assist him and he exploded in warm gushes into her throat over and over again. Dana counted the explosions of cum in her mouth and he had filled it four times. She had swallowed every bit hungrily; making sure none escaped from the sides of her mouth. She continued sucking well after he had gone limp and by the time she let him escape from her mouth, his cock was squeaky clean. He looked down at her appreciatively, and for the first time, Dana did not feel the dislike for him she had felt earlier. It was as if she had earned his "respect" and therefore she was free to like him.

Mr. B congratulated Dana, telling her she had done very well, and in her brainwashed state of mind, she was proud she had won his approval. She smiled shyly at him, then rose to resume her position in the corner of the room. As she knelt, Dana heard a general murmur of approval and praise from the men and she blushed with pride. She didn't even stop to think that she was proud of being a good blowjob. She was just proud. She had pleased them all. Mr. B knew that the Valiums he had left would no longer be necessary. Things slowed down then. Dana had only to fetch a few more drinks, and everyone, including the younger man were nice to her. Eventually Mr. B went off to his room to go to bed, and the younger man took the other room, leaving only Dana and the older man in the living room. The only bedroom left was Dana's and she wondered about the sleeping arrangements, but only briefly. She wasn't really worried. She liked the older man the best, and if she were to sleep with anyone, she would have picked him. "Go use some mouth wash and gargle real good." He told her. This she did hurriedly. He must want to kiss her again she thought, and she liked that idea. When she returned, she automatically headed for her corner but he told her to sit on the sofa next to him. She nearly ran to him, and sat beside him as close as she could get without being "obvious". He just grinned at her eagerness.

He placed his right arm around behind her head and across her shoulder and his left arm reached across her waist and pulled her even closer to him, causing the already too short skirt of her dress to rise further and treat him to a dazzling froth of white lace petticoat and gartered stocking tops. She was not embarrassed but her hand automatically tried to adjust her skirts, moving to smooth them downward but he stopped her. He liked her "predicament" and meant to keep her that way. Dana didn't mind and didn't try again. She sat passively and very still while he ran his eyes over her entire body, starting with her face, then across her bosom and down to her disheveled skirts. Then down her exposed thighs. He lowered his face to hers and began kissing Dana very passionately. This was what she had longed for the entire evening and she responded in the same manner. His tongue explored every corner of her sweet mouth and her somewhat smaller and softer tongue titillated his with its uncertain probes of its own. They kissed and caressed and fondled each other, Dana's hand finding its way to the bulge in his pants all on its own, and his hand cradling and caressing her breasts each in turn. Eventually, and Dana didn't even notice or resist, Dana's apron and dress ended up on the floor and she sat with him in her corset and short petticoat, continuing their enjoyment of each other. The stubble on his face was rough and he manhandled Dana's delicate body but she was too excited to worry or care. She allowed and enjoyed his rough treatment.

When his hands pulled at the top of her corset, allowing her baby fat breasts to roll free, she let out a low moan of pleasure, which grew noticeably when he began kissing and sucking her nipples. Dana was amazed at the pleasurable feeling she got from nursing him, and she placed one of her hands behind his head to both caress and guide him from breast to breast. Her nipples grew harder and longer with each passing nibble, and she began to pant almost uncontrollably. The cups of her corset had been bunched under Dana's breasts serving to hold them up and out for his pleasure and making Dana feel very womanly. She loved that he was so obsessed with them, and when he wasn't sucking on them he was pinching and twisting her nipples gently. Each time causing Dana to moan quietly with pleasure. He stopped and pulled back slightly to Dana's dismay, but then said something that caused both anxiety and anticipation to well up within her simultaneously. "We are going to bed now, and I am going to make love to you just like I would make love to any woman. Are you ready?" he asked tenderly. Dana's mind reeled. She both wanted him too, and was afraid. She was sure it would hurt, but she wanted this man to have her more than she wanted anything else at the moment.

"Yes Sir, but before you have me, will you tell me your name, please?" she asked timidly, hoping not to anger or displease him. To her relief, he smiled.

"My name is Harry, but you may not call me that. You must call me Sir or Mr. Harry, alright?" he replied, not really asking. "Yes Sir, Mr. Harry." She responded playfully. Harry thought to himself how cute she was, and how much he was going to enjoy introducing her to the joys of womanhood. He rose to his feet, with Dana looking up at him with nervous anticipation. Rather than taking her hand, though, he simply reached down and lifted her into his massive arms and to carry her to her bedroom. Dana liked the sensation, and snuggled her head against his shoulder while wrapping her delicate arms around his neck. Harry noticed this surrendering of self and thought bemusedly that if Dana were a kitten, she would be purring. He kicked Dana's discarded dress and apron aside and headed down the hall.

Laying Dana gently on her bed he began to undress and she watched every movement excitedly. When naked, he stood in front of Dana to let her get a good look at what was coming, so to speak, then climbed on the bed on top of her. The weight was more than Dana had expected but she found great pleasure in his naked body pressing down on her, and she was very receptive when he began kissing her and fondling her breasts again. Soon he was tugging at her panties, pulling them down just enough to allow him access to her, then Dana felt his rock hard erection seeking entrance to her ass. Her legs were apart and high in the air, her high heels very close to the sides of his head, but it was not enough to keep her from feeling the pain of his intrusion. She could not help letting out a somewhat loud "Ooowwww!" and Harry shushed her, cautioning her not to disturb the others. She couldn't help herself, though, it hurt so very much, and Harry was not relenting. He kept pushing and pushing, and soon he was fully half the length of his cock inside her. Dana was in excruciating pain, but by this time Harry had clamped his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of torment. She did not try to free herself from his hand but rather used it to scream into. He pushed and pushed more, and Dana screamed into the hand, and he pushed even harder, till he had buried the entire length of his ten inches of meaty cock in Dana's ass. Dana quieted a little, and Harry just stayed still letting her become accustomed to his massive root being in her, then slowly, almost imperceptibly he began pumping. Dana's screams had now turned to loud moans of discomfort, at one point she even protested that she had to go to the bathroom, but Harry assured her that she did not. It was just his cock in her that made her feel that way and she would soon get used to that. He began pumping her in earnest now, and the sensation Dana was experiencing slowly turned from embarrassed discomfort and pain to just embarrassed discomfort, then embarrassed pleasure and finally to just pleasure. Both Dana and Mr. Harry were sweating and panting, now, his efforts growing almost to frenzy, and finally exploding into release inside Dana's torn ass. She could feel the warm gushing inside her and it was like a balm, soothing her ravaged bottom and insides, and she much liked the sensation. She wanted him to continue filling her with his cum as long as possible so when he finally slowed his motion, Dana picked up the slack and began moving her hips back and forth to further encourage him. He liked that, but it was not going to help. Mr. Harry was spent, and had given her all the cum he had to give for the moment. He slumped on top of her, and to Dana's disappointment, his erection grew soft and slowly withdrew from her ravaged bottom of its own accord. Dana, realizing he was finished, just concentrated on the warm sensation deep inside her, and she began to cry. Not from humiliation or fear or even pain, but because she had loved being made love to by Mr. Harry, even with the pain, and she was sad it was over. "What's the matter, Sugar?" asked Mr. Harry. Dana was surprised and delighted that he had called her Sugar.

"Nothing." She said with a tearful grin.

"Oh. This is one of those girl things where you cry when you're happy?"He asked. Dana nodded her yes, and hugged him tightly. "You are adorable." He said with a big grin, and he kissed her passionately again, then rose to go shower. Dana sat up in the bed and looked at him in apprehension as he was leaving the room, and noticing her nervousness he said, "Don't worry. I'm just going to clean up. I'll be back. You're sleeping with me tonight, Dollbaby."

Dana again smiled at his cute nicknames for her, and laid back to further enjoy her newly found womanhood. After a few moments of relishing the new sensations she was experiencing, Dana rose to put herself back in order. She had found the peignoir set from the first night and quickly changed into it, not wanting to sleep in petticoats, and while doing so, she checked herself for cleanliness. Taking a handful of tissues from her makeup table, Dana took several deep swipes at her now sore bottom. While throwing the tissue away she noticed only a little blood and even less soil. There was no sperm at all. It was all deep inside her, she thought with some pride. It was Mr. Harry's claim to her body and Dana found herself desperately wanting to be his.

Dana perfumed and powdered her tender bottom before pulling on her panties, then climbed into the bed to wait for Mr. Harry. She hadn't long to wait before he entered wearing only a towel and she again admired his hardened masculine form from shoulder to ankle, with a longing glance at his penis, now covered by terrycloth. He noticed this and smiled at her. Taking off his towel, he climbed into bed next to her and cradled her head in his arm while throwing one leg over both of hers, in effect capturing her in his octopus like grapple. She didn't mind at all, and snuggled close to him, breathing her soft warm breath against his chest. "I wouldn't mind taking you in my mouth again, Mr. Harry." Dana whispered into his massive chest, not really sure anymore if she was offering to do this for him or because she wanted to. It was probably both, she thought. Mr. Harry pulled back just enough to look down into her face with a big caring smile on his lips. Dana felt so comfortable at that point that she never wanted morning to come.

"Thank you Dollbaby, but I am very tired and you have had a very big day. We'll have more time to be together tomorrow. Go to sleep now." He said with no small amount of authority, and she snuggled back against him and did just that. With a smile on her lips.

Dana awoke to find Mr. Harry had already arose and left the room. She was a little saddened by this but got out of bed quickly to go to the bathroom. Her bottom was tenderer than the previous night and she found her legs a bit wobbly at first, but she had to go make water desperately so she made herself walk down the hall on her unsteady legs. The house was quiet but Dana could smell coffee and bacon so she knew someone was with her, not that it mattered. By this time, she could have walked through the town in her nightie with little embarrassment over being seen dressed this way. She did her morning business then decided on a nice hot bath. Maybe that would sooth her aching bottom she thought, and after 30 minutes or so, it did slightly relieve her soreness. She again padded down the hall in her towel, wrapped appropriately around her bosom, of course, and upon entering her room, she found another cute outfit laid out for her. Maybe too cute, she thought, when she saw it. There was an adorable little girl party dress of blue, with matching earrings and necklace as well as a matching hair band, little MaryJane shoes with knee high white nylon stockings, and an adorable white purse with white gloves laying across it. Dana thought this outfit too young for her but knew better than to protest by this time so she simply did her makeup and dressed.

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest little girl." Said the younger man as Dana entered the kitchen, where all three sat. He was being a bit of a tease but both Mr. B, and Dana's lover of last night looked at her with appreciation. She was, in fact, the sweetest little girl. And she felt very normal being so. Dana stood for a very few moments being admired, then Mr. Harry motioned for her to sit next to him at the breakfast table, and she curtsied quickly and nearly ran to his side. She had a big grin on her face that she couldn't make go away.

There was a glass of milk and a bowl of cereal for her, but no Valium today. Mr. B knew Dana needed no "relaxation" to be herself. She was just fine the way she was. In fact Dana had gotten so used to being a girl all weekend that Mr. B wasn't sure he could get her back into her boy clothes for going home to "her" mother. Even Mr. B found it hard to think of her as "him" again.

"Your glowing this morning, Dana." Commented Mr. Harry as she settled into the chair next to him and gingerly hung her little white purse on the back of her chair. His knowing smile made her blush a little and she wondered if Mr. B and the younger man understood her radiance. "Thank you, Sir." She answered, eyes appropriately lowered. Dana had timidly begun eating her cereal when Mr. B started to talk about the day to come.

"You know Dana, this is our last day up here, and we've a few things left to do. I spoke to your mother on the phone yesterday when I was in town, and she said to make sure you went to church this morning, so young Master Richard here will be taking you right after you clean up the dishes." He instructed. So his name was Richard, Dana thought looking at him furtively. She didn't really like him, especially because he went to the same school and now knew all of Dana's secrets. Even being a participant in creating her new secrets, but she again knew there was no use in arguing, and she might even get a spanking for doing so, so she just nodded her acknowledgment and stared at her cereal bowl. Mr. Harry was reading a newspaper and obviously was not going to come to her rescue.

After the men had finished and moved to the living room, Dana began her chore of doing the dishes and straightening up, and then she was ready for church, though this was certainly going to be different from any other time she had gone. First off, she was in a dress. Dana started wondering if God would be mad at her, and if the lacey ruffled panties she wore under her fluffy petticoat were inappropriate for church. Also, what about the lace half cups of her strapless corset. Wasn't that naughty? These thoughts made Dana's face red with self-embarrassment, though even that added to her charming appearance as she stood waiting for Master Richard to take her to church.

As they left the cabin, he held her white-gloved hand just like an older brother might, and led her to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door and stared lewdly at her flashing pettis and rosy knees as she slid into her seat, then closed the door and went around to the driver's side. Dana did her best to adjust her skirts before Master Richard got into the car but there simply wasn't enough time. She did more harm than good and Richard was greeted by a froth of white lace petti as he entered, Dana still trying to smooth everything down.

"Stop fidgeting!" he snapped as he started the car and began rolling down the dirt track. Dana stopped, remembering the spanking she had gotten from him last night, and clutched her purse on her lap while staring down at the floor mat.

Surprisingly to Dana, the trip to the little Mountain Chapel was uneventful and she had stopped worrying about making God mad by dressing this way for church. After all, it wasn't like she had a choice. Her thoughts were interrupted when Master Richard pulled up in front of the chapel then turned to Dana to tell her what to do.

"Alright sissy. You're at church. Now you go on inside and I'll pick you up when church lets out. I'll be right across the street at the diner so don't try sneaking out. Understand?" he demanded her answer by adding a glare. "Yes Master Richard." She answered quickly, though she disliked him very much right now because of the "sissy" thing, and she wondered why he would think she would sneak out. Actually, she thought church a pretty good idea, especially after the weekend she was having.

"Alright then. Go on in. I'll wait till your inside." He said in a more normal speaking tone. Dana opened her own door and stepped out of the car, grateful finally for the opportunity to smooth and straighten her petti and skirt. After the proper adjustments, she held tightly to her little white purse and walked into the little chapel.

The chapel wasn't much to speak of, and it wasn't even the same denomination as Dana's, but it did have the air of a church, even if it had chairs instead of pews. There were no more than a dozen people and they all turned when Dana entered because there were few interruptions at their services. Few people came, and they were all here. Dana became very self-conscious when even the Minister in his pulpit stopped his sermon for a moment to take note of the pretty young girl entering his chapel. He smiled and motioned for Dana to join the congregation, then continued his lecture. Dana relaxed when she had seated herself about halfway up the aisle and everyone turned back to their Minister. She began to think about her new found femininity and decided to pray that she would one day become a total woman. She prayed for a normal happy life as a girl, with all of the trimmings. Dating and marriage were high on her list and she even prayed that Mr. Harry would marry her. She even imagined pregnancy though sadly she knew that would never happen. Well, they could adopt, couldn't they? If they adopted a young enough baby, Dana thought she might wet-nurse the infant. She found that she liked this over the course of the weekend, and wondered if she could give milk. Maybe those hormone pills, she thought. Dana's head was filled with so many thoughts that she didn't notice the time pass, or the congregation moving out of the church. Her revelry was interrupted by the Minister's hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright young Lady?" he asked kindly.

"Oh, yes reverend. I guess I was just praying too hard." She answered with a shy smile.

"Oh? Well I don't think you can pray too hard. In fact, I think more people ought to try it, don't you?" he queried jokingly. "Yes Reverend." She answered brightly; realizing the Minister liked her praying.

"Well, you better run along now. That must be your older brother waiting outside for you." He said, and Dana jumped to her feet remembering Master Richard and not wanting to make him mad. She said thank you to the Reverend, and with a quick curtsy was off down the aisle, a veritable whirlwind of lacey petticoats the last thing the Reverend saw of her. He wondered to himself what this perhaps 15 or 16 year old was doing dressed in that childish fashion but it never came close to being a suspicion about gender identity. He decided that perhaps the poor girl was a little slower than most girls her age were, and with the way the world was today, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. He would remember her in his prayers. Outside Dana was confronted with the lack of a chaperone. She could see the car driving off about a block and a half away, and as small as this town was, it was nearly at the town limits. Dana stood there in her little girl party dress without a clue as to what to do now. She had no money in her purse. What little she had of change she had placed in the collection plate, and she had only the vaguest idea of which way to go. It was nearly 20 minutes to the cabin by car and she had no idea how long it would take on foot.

"Richard is being mean and I'm telling Mr. Harry!" she thought to herself as tears welled up in her eyes. She wouldn't let herself cry though. That was what little girls did when boys were mean. Despite the dress, she was a big girl, she decided, and she started off in the direction she had seen the car going.

By now, Dana felt no nervousness about being out in public in a dress. Any discomfort she might feel right now was only because of the style of dress and the fact that it was so full skirted she had to occasionally hold her skirts down when the Mountain breezes attacked her between the sparsely spaced buildings in the town. Just as had happened on Saturday, she got numerous appreciative glances, and even a whistle or two from much younger boys. They must be 13 or 14, Dana thought, and they imagined from her mode of dress that she were the same age as they, but not that she was the same sex. There were three of them and just like boys, they followed her while she was in the town proper, enjoying watching Dana fruitlessly trying to not allow them to see her petticoats. The sudden gusts of wind always won the contest, and the boys let out catcalls and whistles everytime it did. Dana found it embarrassing but clutched her purse tightly and walked on. Finally she reached the edge of the town and the boys, realizing she was going to continue, stopped. They weren't allowed outside of town. Dana smiled to herself and thought "Children!" Now she could stop spending so much time and effort trying to hold her dress down and concentrate on the walk ahead. Being in the open was better anyway. The breezes were no longer channeled and concentrated by the buildings, so it was now only an occasional lifting of her dress rather than a continual struggle and those mean boys were not following her and teasing her. She no longer tried to stop the lifting but rather started enjoying the breezy sensation it afforded her. No one was looking anyway.

Dana had been walking fully 30 minutes when she came to the turn off to Mr. B's cabin. She recognized it from the ride out this morning and started up the dirt road. Another ten minutes along and she saw the car that had taken her to church pulled along the side of the dirt path, and in it sat Master Richard. As Dana got closer he threw his legs out the door and leaned out to face her.

"Enjoy your morning walk, you little faggot sissy?" he said viciously. Dana said nothing, but looked down at her feet and tried to walk past him. He got out of the car and grabbed her by the arm roughly and led her to the back door of the car. He opened it and nearly threw poor Dana inside, her skirt and pettis flying high up on her thighs to the point of revealing her pretty panties with rows of ruffled lace trim on the bottom to Master Richards lewd stare.

He started in the door after her and Dana was so frightened by his glaring, almost bloodshot eyes that she tried to open the far side door to escape him, but he grabbed her by the ankle and would not let her go. "Please don't." she begged as he climbed on top of her prone shapely form. He paid her no mind. He was forcing himself between her legs and as he did her dress and petti rose higher and higher as if to accommodate his advances all on their own.

"What? You let an old man fuck you but not me? Don't make me put you over my knee again." Was his answer to her plea.

"Ooh Nooo!" Dana cried out as he reached for her panties and pulled them downward.

"Shut your mouth, faggot." Was all he said, and he mounted her right there in the back seat of the car. He was not quite as big as Mr. Harry was but he was much rougher in his demands on her and he made her scream out nearly constantly. Dana screamed and twisted and squirmed but to no avail and Master Richard filled her with his warm juices.

As he lay on top of her spent, Dana could smell beer. On him and now, on her. He had been sitting in the car drinking and while he raped her, he had spilled some on her dress. For a very short moment, Dana was upset that beer had been spilled on her pretty dress and that she might somehow be punished for this. Almost as if she were the little girl she was dressed to be and had managed to get her dress dirty while playing.

Master Richard had spent himself inside her some time ago but stayed on top of her; his softening member still lodged deeply inside her. Dana shifted her hips a bit because she was cramping up, and to her surprise she felt Master Richard's manhood again swell and lengthen invading her inner depths once more. She looked wide-eyed into his face and saw a smile of satisfaction as he slowly began pumping himself inside her. He was being gentler now and Dana almost began to enjoy being fucked again. Inwardly she blushed from both embarrassments at being taken so and by her realization that she used the word fucked when thinking about what was being done to her. Dana began making small sounds of pleasure and she had no idea she was doing so. Richard noticed this and picked up his pace a bit to drive her even further toward her womanly ecstasy. He pushed and pulled and nearly withdrawing totally, he drove deep into her again, enjoying the involuntary sounds Dana made that were a cross between shock and pleasure. Again he exploded inside her though not depositing as much semen as last time but Dana could definitely feel the renewed rush of warmth inside her, and as Richard collapsed nearly breathless, so did she.

"Pull up your panties." Master Richard said sullenly but without the hurting insults he had used earlier. He got off of Dana and tucked himself back inside his trousers and adjusted his shirt then hair while Dana hobbled to the other side of the car to make her adjustments. She wiped her aching bottom with some tissues from her purse then pulled up her panties and smoothed her skirts. Richard was pleased with himself when he saw Dana hobble back around the car and realized her legs were unsteady because of the double fucking he had just given her and not because her panties had been around her knees. He let out a smug little laugh at Dana's expense then got into the driver's seat and started the engine. Dana half expected him to drive off and leave her again but he waited till she was in the car and then headed back to the cabin.

When they arrived, Dana noticed that the second car, the one which Mr. Harry and Master Richard must have come in, was gone. Then she saw Mr. B in the cabin doorway and realizing that meant Mr. Harry wasn't there, her heart sank a little. She started to think about this being her last day here as the young lady she was, and except for having to satisfy the sexual needs of everyone, she had really loved being Dana the girl and wearing all the pretty clothes. Especially the delicate underthing's she had been given. Mr. B had wonderful tastes in women's clothing. Dana loved being out dressed, also. It felt like freedom to her. Well, after the initial shock it did. She quickly found that people were just looking at her as a pretty young girl, and not as some freak. All of that had been a great experience, and Dana knew she would want to spend time like this again.

With the car packed up, and Dana's boy clothes neatly on the back seat (she had pleaded with Mr. B to let her wear her pretty party dress on the way home) Dana and Mr. B started off on the long ride home. Master Richard was staying at the cabin for awhile and was to be picked up later by Mr. Harry, and Dana was a little sad that she would not see the first man too make love to her again. Not yet anyway, but she had no wish to remain alone with Master Richard. He was too mean and hurtful.

The ride was uneventful, with little conversation. Almost as if they were returning from vacation and both were a little sad. They had to stop at Mr. B's apartment so that Dana could change back into Dana the boy before going home to mother. As Dana was about to go into the bathroom to change, she turned to Mr. B and curtsied once more then asked if she would be allowed to accompany him to the cabin again. Mr. B smiled at her softly, then taking her hand, led her to the back of a dining room chair and gently pushed Dana into a bending position across the back of the chair.

"Of course you will Dana." He said as he lifted her dress and pettis and pulled her lace-ruffled panties down to her knees. "As often as you like." He added while mounting her from behind.

"Oooooooohhh." Was Dana's whispered reply.

 

 

 

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