Johnny's Punishment by Diabolical  Back.

PART 1: JOHNNY'S COMEUPPENCE 

My name is Johnny Archer, and this is my story. When it all started, 
I was 12 years old, and one of the most successful child actors in Hollywood.

I was living life in the fast lane to whatever extent a pre-teen adolescent 
could. My escapades had even gotten me on the cover of Time magazine with 
the headline "Hollywood Brat". I lived in a big house in the hills 
overlooking Los Angeles. The tabloids called it 'Archer Manor'. 
And now I eagerly awaited my first lesson from my new tutor. Since
I was a famous movie star I couldn't go to school with other kids, so I had 
to have a tutor. But my parents let me choose my own tutor. And choose her
I did. She was a gorgeous brunette; her face had soft features and her hair 
was parted in the middle and hung loosely over her shoulders. She was only 23
years old, fresh out of college and she had no references or teaching 
experience. But I didn't care. I told my parents I didn't even want to see
any of the other candidates for the job. I had hired Cindy Jones on the 
spot. I had taken one look at her, uh, sweater and her tight skirt and 
decided she was the most qualified candidate for the position. The most well 
endowed, too!
It was 10 AM on Monday, and she was finally here. Half an hour into 
the math lesson, I could no longer bear the suspense.
"Are they real?", I asked.
"Are what real, Johnny?"
"Uh, your breasts. Is that all you in there?"
Cindy was more surprised than angry. I was sure she had heard the stories 
about me and the rumors that I had a healthy libido, but after all, I was 
only 12 years old, so I guess she figured she could handle me.
"Yes, it's all me, and if you make one more remark like that, I'm going to 
tell your mother."
"Well, if you do that, you can start looking for another job. I hired you, 
and I can fire you, too. And besides, my parents would never believe you."
"All right, let's drop it, and get back to work."
"What's the matter, Cindy? Do you think I'm not good enough for you? I'm a 
big star."
"Johnny, you may be a big star, but you're a little boy. A very rude
one,too."
I was really pissed off now. Where does she get off talking down to me?
"I'm not a virgin, you know. You can ask around Hollywood. I've been to 
bed with lots of girls. And women, too. Models, actresses and movie stars.

And they're all a lot prettier than you! I thought I was doing you a favor."
Cindy just looked at me for a few moments. 
"All right.", she said slowly. "Maybe you can do that favor for me. 
But first do all of your schoolwork this week and we can get together Friday 
night."
My heart leapt, but than sank. "That's Halloween. I'm supposed to be at a 
party at 9 o'clock Friday night."
"We can go out earlier, say 6 o'clock. Then you'll still have time to party 
with your actress friends later, right?"
"OK, it's a deal!". I could hardly wait for Friday night.
As it turned out, neither could Cindy. 

PART 2: CINDY'S PLACE

The week had dragged on forever for me, but at last it was Friday 
night. I had been an attentive student and a perfect gentleman all week, 
and now I was going to have Cindy. I wore a navy blue sweater over a light 
blue dress shirt, and gray dress pants. My black shoes were polished and 
my hair combed. I took a long look in the mirror and wondered how any girl 
could resist me. After all, I was every 12-year old girl's dream. My blond
hair was cut in straight bangs across my forehead, and was long enough to 
cover my ears and reach my collar. My big blue eyes were my trademark, and
they had melted the hearts of lots of girls. This would be one more.
The doorbell rang at 6 o'clock, and I raced past Mrs. Duggan to 
answer it. "Go away!", I yelled at the maid. "It's for me!"
As I grumbled "Stupid maid!" she shrugged her shoulders and retreated. 
I opened the door to find Cindy dressed in another of her form-fitting 
outfits, red blouse, black leather skirt and 3-inch heels. My mouth 
dropped open as I stared at her.
"You were expecting me, weren't you?" As I continued to gape at her, 
Cindy asked "It is 6 o'clock, isn't it? Aren't your actress and model 
friends always on time?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, let's go. We've got plenty of time before the Halloween 
party, and anyway my parents won't be waiting up for me."
"Good! I parked my car out front. It's only a twenty minute drive to my 
place."
"We're going to your place?"
"Sure, at least for starters..."
Twenty minutes later, Cindy escorted me into a three-bedroom house 
in a secluded wooded area.
"Do you live here all by yourself?"
"Only me." she said while accompanying me upstairs into a large, windowless 
bedroom.
She closed the door, and sat down on the bed.
"Come on, Johnny, let's get undressed."
My eyes lit up. "You don't waste time, do you?", I asked as I pulled my 
sweater over his head. Bad mistake. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and
with my sweater over my head, I didn't see her get up from the bed.
I was undoing the buttons when Cindy threw a short punch which landed 
on my solar plexus. I pitched over, landing on my face, gasping for air.
Cindy quickly tore the shirt off me and twisted my arms behind me. 
As I regained his breath, she bound my wrists together with a short 
length of nylon rope. Cindy grabbed a handful of hair on the back of 
my head and pulled me up to a kneeling position.
"What...what are you doing?", I gasped.
She smiled sweetly. "Johnny, I think you need to learn some manners."
"You better let me go right now - oww."
I winced as Cindy twisted my hair.
"Now look, sweetie. You are going to behave yourself and do what I tell 
you. Do you understand me?"
"You're in big trouble, now. I'm an important person, and when I get out 
of this, I'm going to ruin you!"
Cindy jerked my head back, and slapped me hard across my face.
"So you're going to ruin me?" She backhanded me across the other cheek, 
then watched both of them turn red.
My cheeks burned and my eyes watered. I twisted and turned, but I was on 
my knees, my wrists were tied, and Cindy had a firm grip on my hair.
"Tell you what, Johnny. While you're deciding how to ruin me, I'll help 
you out of the rest of your outfit." She undid my belt.
"No, stop!", I shouted.
"Be quiet, little boy." she said, while squeezing my burning cheeks until 
my mouth was misshapen. "I don't want to hear one more word out of you."
I sat helplessly, afraid even to speak as Cindy removed first my shoes, 
and then my socks. I tried to pull away as she unzipped the fly on my 
pants.
"Let's not be modest, sweetie. I'm sure you've showed this to lots of 
girls better looking than me, right?"
"I didn't mean that." I whined as she pulled me to my feet, and my pants 
dropped to my ankles. Next, she pulled down my shorts, exposing me 
completely. 
"Did I say you could speak?', she asked while slapping me across the face.
With my pants around my ankles I lost my balance, and fell hard on my back. 
My head hit the hardwood floor, and all I could see were stars.
She tore away my pants and underwear, leaving me completely naked on 
the floor.
As Cindy walked away to pick up a duffel bag, I was in a haze. Stunned 
from my head hitting the floor, I was now overcome by my predicament. 
Tears trickled down my cheeks, and finally I started sobbing.

PART 3: ALL TIED UP AND NOWHERE TO GO 

Cindy dropped the large bag on the bed and knelt beside the me.
"There, there, sweetie." she cooed. "Let me wipe away those tears."
She brought a cloth up to my face, but as I looked up at her, Cindy stuffed 
the cloth in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she shoved all of it in.

She followed it with a one-inch ball gag, which she buckled in place behind 
my head. Then she held me in her arms, looking down at me, and admiring 
her handiwork.
"I hope you were wearing clean underwear, little baby. You're chewing on 
it!"
She watched for the expression of revulsion on my face, and then laughed with
glee.
My cheeks still burned and now they were puffed out from the gag in 
my mouth. The gag was stretching my mouth and the straps were cutting into 
my tender cheeks. The taste of my underwear was not bothering me as much 
as trying to keep the wad of it from choking me. I was trying to move it 
around with my tongue when she grabbed a handful of hair, lifted me to my 
feet as I screamed into the gag, and threw me face down on the bed. 
I tried to roll over on my back, but she forced me down flat on my stomach 
and planted her knee in my back. Turning my head to face her, she waved 
a butt plug in my face.
"Do you know what this is?"
My blank stare was an answer in itself.
"Well, let me get you better acquainted with it."
She started lubricating my unprotected anus. I struggled at the touch of my
rear end, but she held me down and stuck her finger deep within me. Then she
withdrew it and began inserting the five-inch plug.
Again, I screamed into the gag, but only a muffled squeal came out.
"Oh, stop being such a baby. This is only a little plug to get you used 
to the feeling. If you don't behave yourself, I'll get you a bigger one."
I kept squirming until the plug finally disappeared from view.
"There, now that wasn't so bad.", she said while climbing off me. She 
turned me to face her, only to find tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Johnny, for a big important star, you sure cry a lot."
I ignored her. I was too busy trying to spread my legs or stretch them to 
get used to having the plug inside me.
"I know just what you need." she said, wrapping a nylon rope around my 
ankles and tying it off. Then another rope around my legs just above the 
knees further immobilized me. 
Next, she tied another length of rope from my ankles to my wrists, drawing 
my feet back to a tight hogtie.
"Now you don't have to worry about trying to move around and get 
comfortable."
I groaned, as the ropes were biting into my ankles, thighs, and most of all 
my wrists.
Cindy smiled and said, "You know I'm being awfully selfish keeping 
you all to myself. I told some of my friends that I'm tutoring you, and 
they're dying to meet you. I'm sure you won't mind if I invited them over."
I shook my head as hard as he could.
"Some of my them didn't believe me when I said I knew you, so now I can 
prove it. They'll be so excited. They're fans of yours and now they'll 
get the chance to see you in the flesh!"
Cindy picked up the phone and started dialing. I only heard bits 
and pieces of the conversation.
"...got him right here, all gift wrapped."
"...no, I don't think he's in a hurry to go anywhere."
"...make sure you bring the stuff we talked about."
After a couple of phone calls, Cindy pulled me upright and made 
me kneel on the bed before her.
"We're going to have a party, and guess who's the guest of honor?" She 
smiled.
Ignoring my pleading eyes, she continued on. "Another girl is coming over, 
and also my boyfriend, Brian."
My eyes showed alarm.
"Oh, didn't you know I have a boyfriend? You still think you're God's gift 
to girls, don't you? Well, sweetie, he's the jealous type, so you may have 
to fight him for me. Since you already got beat up by a girl tonight, I 
don't think you'll do too well against Brian. Come to think of it, with 
those ropes all over you, I don't think you can fight much anyway."
I tried to speak through the gag to no avail. She was grinning from ear to
ear as she tousled my hair and threw me back down on my stomach in the 
hogtie position.
"I have to set up some video equipment in the next bedroom, so I'll be gone 
for awhile. I can trust you not to run off, can't I?", she asked.
I tried to mumble something through the gag. Video equipment?
"That's OK, just rest for awhile. You've got the leading role in the movie 
we're going to make tonight. But don't worry about having to learn your 
lines. It's not a speaking part."
She patted me on the head, giggled and left the room, leaving me bound and 
gagged on the bed. I tried each of the ropes and found all of them to hold 
firm. Worse yet, straining against them was hurting me even more, and the 
humiliation of the butt plug was driving me mad. Alone for the first time 
since my capture, I broke down and began crying uncontrollably.

PART 4: IT'S MY PARTY AND I'LL CRY IF I WANT TO

I dimly heard the doorbell downstairs. Cindy had dumped me on the
bed facing away from the doorway, so I couldn't see anything but the wall
in front of me. My wrists ached and my muscles were cramping from being
hogtied. The underwear in my mouth had dried out, and I had drooled out
the corner of my mouth around the ball gag. My eyes were puffy from crying,
and now my nose was running, too. I had been tied up for barely an hour,
but I was sweaty and exhausted.
"I'll get it, sweetie." Cindy called to me. "Don't bother to get 
up." She laughed and ran down the stairs. I tried to listen to the
conversation downstairs, but I could barely make out both male and female
voices and laughter. The voices grew closer and louder, and I heard Cindy
enter the room. I couldn't even turn to see the doorway.
"Here he is, gang. A real live movie star!"
Again I tried to turn my head in the direction of Cindy's voice when she
helped me by grabbing my hair and dragging me upright. I squealed at her
until she let me go, then turned to see a young man and a young woman facing
me.
"What do you think, Vanessa? Isn't he precious?"
The blonde woman sat on the bed next to me and examined the ropes, looking 
over my arms and legs.
"He sure is." she said, "But you've tied him up too tight. We'll have to 
untie him or the ropes will leave scars."
I nodded my head vigorously.
"Aww, do we have to?" Cindy asked, stroking my hair. "He looks so cute like
that. Besides, he's been a very bad boy."
"How did you get him to come up here?" Vanessa asked. "Wasn't he suspicious 
coming here by himself?"
"No, he just walked right into my trap." Cindy shrugged. "What can I say? 
God made him pretty instead of smart."
Vanessa laughed. "Brian, bring me those two gym bags." She took my chin 
and lifted it to look me straight in the eye."
"I'm Vanessa, a friend of your teacher. I'm going to take your gag off, but
if you scream it will go right back in. And there's no one around to hear
you. Do you understand me?"
I looked up at her. She was Cindy's age and just as pretty, but I hoped she
wasn't as mean. I nodded my head.
Vanessa unbuckled the gag and pried it out of my mouth, then slowly 
extracted the rolled up underwear that had been stretching my mouth. I
opened
and closed my mouth a couple of times to get the feeling back in it.
"Please untie me!" I whined. "My hands hurt. The ropes are hurting me so
much. I promise I won't try to get away if you just untie me!"
"Settle down, sweetie." she said, taking a pair of ankle cuffs and wrist
cuffs from the gym bags Brian had dropped at the foot of the bed.
"These cuffs are made of leather, and they won't hurt. But if you try 
anything, I'll tie you up a lot tighter than Cindy did. I know a lot more
about tying people up than Cindy does. I can make it a lot better for you,
or a lot worse. Which do you want?"
"Please untie me. I won't try anthing, I promise." I pleaded.
Vanessa loosened the ropes around my wrists and started massaging them.
"Thank you." I said. "Can I have something to drink? My mouth is so dry."
Brian grinned and spoke for the first time. "Sorry, kid. This hotel doesn't
have room service. But don't worry, you'll get plenty to drink soon enough."
Both girls turned to him and grinned, and I wondered what he meant.
"Now, little one, put your hands behind your back again." Vanessa ordered.
I reluctantly complied and Vanessa quickly attached the leather cuffs and
padlocked the D-rings together.
"There." she said, patting me on the head. "Is that nice and comfy?"
I strained against the cuffs, but didn't say anything, so Vanessa grabbed
my hair and jerked my head back.
"Where are your manners, Johnny? I'm still waiting for an answer."
"YES! It's nice and comfy!"
"Then ask me to put these cuffs on your ankles, unless you'd like to keep
wearing those ropes."
"Please put the ankle cuffs on me." I begged.
"What a wimp!" Brian laughed.
"Now, now, Brian." Vanessa said, "He's just a little sissy and he's not used
to being tied up. But I'm sure he'll learn to like it."
I shuddered, and was only somewhat relieved as Vanessa untied my legs and 
ankles, rubbed the stiffness from them, and then locked the ankle cuffs 
on me.
"Now open your mouth." she commanded, showing me a 6-inch penis gag.
"What is that??" My eyes went wide with fright.
"Open your mouth NOW. I won't ask you again." She placed the tip of the
penis against my teeth.
I turned my head away. "You can't put that in my mouth." I tried to squirm
away, but Vanessa grabbed my balls and began squeezing.
It was a new experience for me, and one I did not like. As the pain grew,
I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth, but she squeezed even harder.
Finally I opened my mouth and screamed.
"I'll be quiet! I'll be good! I won't say anything -"
"I know." Vanessa said, shoving the penis gag deeply in my mouth. I fell
over
on my back, but Vanessa forced the gag all the way in, then strapped it in
place. This was the worst of all, tied up and naked in front of strangers,
and now with a rubber dick in my mouth. I felt the flush of blood rushing
to my head.
Cindy had enjoyed the spectacle of seeing my further humiliated, but
she could no longer keep quiet.
"Your face is awfully red, Johnny. Are you embarrassed? This is only the
beginning." Now she whispered, placing her face against mine. "You came
here to have sex, and you're going to have sex tonight." 
She hesistated for a moment, then went on, "But not with me!!"
She burst into laughter and both Brian and Vanessa joined her.
"Your turn, Brian." she said. "Vanessa, help me set up the rest of the
video equipment in the next room."
As the girls left, Brian pulled me to my feet. Standing on the bed I was
just above Brian's eye level.
"So you're the stud who tried to steal my girlfriend."

PART 5: MALE BONDING

I stood on the edge of the bed, naked except for the cuffs which 
bound my wrists and ankles, the penis gag in my mouth, and the plug up my 
ass. Wide-eyed I stared at Brian, the man whose girlfriend I tried to hit 
on. Brian was six feet tall and muscular, with a Marine haircut. He 
looked like he didn't put up with a lot of nonsense.
"Did you think you could satisfy Cindy with this little pea-shooter of 
yours?", he asked while grabbing my penis.
I looked down in horror as Brian started pulling on my dick. I shook my 
head and tried to speak through the gag, but only slurred sounds came out. 
Brian let go, and pushed me backwards, with me losing my balance and 
landing on my back.
"I wonder if I could pick you up by it.", he said, starting to lift me off 
the bed by my cock. I screamed into the gag, and tried to support my weight 
with my bound hands and feet.
Brian noticed my efforts and let him down. "I don't need your help, faggot. 
I just can't get enough leverage this way."
Brian thought for a moment, then said "I know what to do."
I watched as Brian returned with a leash attached to a collar, which he 
looped around my cock and balls at the base of my dick. I could do nothing 
but make little scream sounds into my gag as Brian tightened the collar. He 
then tied a long cord to the end of the leash. The free end of the cord 
was several feet long, and Brian tossed it in the air and over a beam 
support in the ceiling. The free end now dangled in front of Brian. He 
pulled it taut, making me balance on my wrists again with my dick straight 
up in the air.
"I'll bet you'd like me to cut you some slack, so to speak."
"How much do you weigh, faggot? A hundred pounds? This cord is probably 
strong enough to lift you, but there's only one way to find out."
Brian bore down and began lifting me, and I screamed into the gag for all 
I was worth. Vanessa poked her head in the doorway to see what all of the 
commotion was about.
"Brian, put him down! You might hurt him before we have our fun with him."
Brian grunted and let the cord go. I collapsed onto the bed, shaken and 
near tears.
Vanessa took a look at my cock and saw that I wasn't hurt.
"OK, we're ready in there." she said. "Bring the little sissy in."
"All right!", Brian said with a leer toward me. "This is what we've been 
waiting for, faggot! Now, roll off the bed onto the floor."
Bound as I was, I couldn't roll off my back, and wasn't sure I wanted to, 
anyway.
After a few seconds, Brian picked up the leash and dragged me off the bed 
by my cock. He grabbed my hair, pulled me to my feet, yanked the leash 
between my legs, and pointed me at the doorway.
"Now hop in there faggot, or I'll drag you in by your little dick!"
Tired as I was, I hopped along, the butt plug shoving me forward with each 
hop as Brian marched me into the next room. 



PART 6: SHOW TIME 

I hopped into the next room, my hands and feet bound by cuffs, a 
6-inch penis gag in my mouth, and a butt plug digging into my ass with each 
step. Looking around the room I saw a a camcorder on a tripod, Vanessa 
holding another camcorder, and Cindy sitting on the bed with an instamatic 
camera next to her.
"It's show time, Johnny." Cindy said, untying the penis gag. "I 
know that this isn't much compared to the production values you're used to 
in Hollywood. But this is a low-budget movie, and it's the best we could 
do on such short notice. Remember, there are no small parts, only small 
actors."
"With small dicks." Brian added.
Cindy and Vanessa giggled. "I don't think you'll get any Oscar nominations 
for this movie, but I'm sure it will be entertaining. At least for us, 
anyway." Cindy continued, at last freeing the penis gag from my mouth. She 
shoved me to a kneeling position in front of Brian, who sat on a folding 
chair.
"Please don't make me do this. I'll do anything else, but not this!"
Cindy ignored me, brushing my long blond hair and smoothing out my bangs.
"Come on, sweetie, the show must go on. And your hair is lovely, don't you 
think?"
"For a faggot." Brian said.
"Stop calling me that!" I yelled at him. "I'm not a faggot."
"Then why are you on your knees about to suck my dick, little faggot?"
I recoiled as Brian lowered his pants and underwear to his ankles.
"Come on, faggot. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
Cindy knelt on the floor next to me. She took my face in her hands and
pulled me close to her. 
"Johnny, you're not getting out of this." she said with a smug look on her
face.
I looked at her and shivered. I knew she was right, and I was about to cry
again.
"Brian, if he gives you any trouble, squeeze his balls." Vanessa said. "That
seems to work real well with him."
Vanessa turned on the camcorder on the tripod, then circled around to 
videotape me from the other side. Cindy stood behind Brian with the camera.
"OK, we're all ready." Vanessa said. "Well, maybe not the little sissy, 
but he doesn't have any choice, does he? Johhny, remember to face the 
camera when you're done so we can get a close up of you with cum dripping
down your face. I'd like to do this in one take, but if you mess up, we
can do it over and over until you get it right. I'm sure Brian won't mind."
Brian smiled and dragged my face toward his lap as Cindy snapped away 
with her camera and the two camcorders rolled. I stared helplessly at the 
one-eyed monster about to violate me.
"No, please!" I begged. "I'll give you lots of money. I'm rich. 
I have millions -"
Brian squeezed my balls, cutting me off in mid-sentence. I leaned forward 
and obediently took Brian's semi-rigid cock in my mouth. Brian's cock grew 
almost instantly under my attention. I nearly gagged as the cock moved in 
and out of my mouth, slamming against the back of my throat. Finally, 
Brian unleashed a spurt of cum down into my mouth. I swallowed most of it, 
but some spilled out the corners of my mouth and down my cheeks. Dutifully,
I turned my head to face the camcorder. The girls continued taping and 
snapping pictures as Brian made me pose for the cameras.
Completely humiliated, tears rolling down my cheeks, I leaned away, 
but Brian pulled me back.
"You're not done yet, faggot. Now lick my dick clean."
I had already been stripped of all of my pride, and offered no protest, 
licking the sticky cum off the tip of Brian's penis.
"Now kiss it, so it knows you like it."
Once again, I did as I was told, kissing the ugly swollen organ. Finally, 
I heard the girls turn off the camcorders.
"Thanks, cocksucker." Brian said, tousling my hair.
Cindy wrapped her arms around me and hugged me as I knelt on the floor 
with Brian's cum smeared on my face, my chin down.
"See, sweetie, that wasn't so bad, was it? That must have been the easiest 
movie you ever made." She lifted my chin to look me in the eyes. "You 
didn't even have to act!"

PART 7: JOHNNY'S NEW OUTFIT 

The girls left me whimpering on the floor while Brian dressed and 
put the video equipment away. Finally Brian lifted me, cradled me in his 
arms and carried me back into the next room.
"Let's see what the girls have planned for you next, kid." he said.
I barely looked up. At least Brian hadn't called me faggot again, or 
dragged me in here by my balls. I figured Brian must be in a good mood 
because of the blow job.
"Look, they've laid out your new outfit on the bed. I hope red is your 
color."
I craned my neck to look, and couldn't believe what I saw. There was a 
bright red satin dress, all trimmed in lace, and matching leggings. A pair 
of patent leather shoes rested on the floor next to the bed.
"Oh, no." I groaned. They were the prettiest, most feminine clothes I had 
ever seen. But I knew if they wanted me to wear that dress, I would end up 
wearing it.
"Brian, bring him in here." one of the girls called from the bathroom. 
"We've got to clean him up before he gets dressed."
"Yeah, she's right." Brian agreed, looking at the cum smeared on my face. 
"How does that stuff taste, anyway? I'm not a cocksucker like you, so I've 
never tried it."
I made a face, with the salty aftertaste still in my mouth.
"Well, maybe sucking cocks is an acquired taste, and you'll get used to it."

Brian noticed I winced at the suggestion, and carried me into the bathroom, 
handing me over to Cindy. She cleaned my face with a damp washcloth.
"That's much better." she said. "Now we can get you all dressed up. 
After all it's Halloween, and we've got the perfect costume for you. I'll 
bet you wouldn't have had this much fun at that other party you were 
planning to go to tonight."
I cringed. It wasn't fair. I was supposed to be out having fun with my 
friends at a Halloween party. Instead I had been beaten, stripped, tied up, 
and forced to suck a man's cock, all while being videotaped. And now they 
were going to dress me up like a girl.
"First, let's put on your training bra. It's got some padding so you'll 
look a little more like a girl." While Cindy got the bra wrapped around me, 
Vanessa pulled a white corset from the her gym bag. "This will complete 
your figure." she said, drawing the corset firmly around me. Then she 
began tightening it.
I gasped as the corset constricted me.
"What is this thing?" I gasped. "I can't breathe."
"Take shallow breaths, sweetie." Vanessa responded. "This will make your 
waist narrow. We can't have you looking like a boy in a dress."
She finally laced the corset up, and decided it had given me the proper 
girlish figure. Vanessa removed the ankle cuffs and the girls accompanied 
me back to the bed to help me into my new dress.
"One more detail." Cindy said, having me step into a pair of pink 
crotchless panties. After unlocking my wrist cuffs, they slipped me into 
the pretty red dress.
"All right." I said. "I've done what you want. Are we finished now, or 
do you want to take some pictures of me in this, too?"
"We aren't done yet, sweetie." Vanessa said. "Haven't you ever heard of 
accessories?"
Next came the bright red press-on nails, matching lipstick, clip-on 
earrings, and a little red purse to match the outfit.
"I think that's enough." Cindy said to me. "Girls your age shouldn't wear 
makeup. Now let's have a look at you in the mirror."
I stared at myself in the full length mirror. I would never have recognized 
myself, never had guessed the girl in the mirror was a boy.
"OK, I look like a girl. Are you happy now?"
"Have a seat, doll-face." Brian said, handing me an open bottle of Budweiser 
from his six-pack. "You look like you could use a drink."
While the four of us sat around drinking their beers and chatting about 
having me pose for pictures in my new dress, I glanced toward the doorway 
leading downstairs. But if I made a run for it, where would I go in this 
strange neighborhood? And I wouldn't dare go outside dressed up like this. 
I nursed my beer, trying not to drink it. I didn't drink beer, didn't like 
the taste, and had no tolerence for alcohol. But at least it got the taste 
of Brian's sperm out of my mouth.
"Stop sucking on that beer and starting drinking it, sissy." Cindy ordered 
me. "If you want to suck on something, we can arrange it."
I started drinking gulps of beer, and soon finished it. But now I felt 
light-headed and more relaxed.
"That's much better." Cindy said, pulling me to my feet. "Now you can pose 
for some pictures."
"Sure, why not?" I said, my head buzzing.
The girls made me pose as seductively as I could as Brian took dozens of 
photos in the next half hour. Finally Cindy decided they had had enough.
"All right, precious." she said to me. "It's time to take you home. We're 
going to let you go."
"Do you mean it?" I asked. I was more than a little suspicious.
"If you'd rather stay the night, we can arrange that, too. You can bunk 
with Brian."
"No, no! I'm ready to go home."
"Then bend over, so I can take my butt plug back." Vanessa said. "You've 
had enough fun with it, haven't you?"
I bent over the chair, and squirmed as Vanessa pulled and twisted on the 
butt plug. It was hurting as much coming out as it did going in. After 
what seemed like an hour, it popped out.
"Come on." Cindy said. "I'll give you a ride."
"Let me change into my own clothes and -"
"Sweetie, you misunderstood me. If you want to go home, you're going to 
wear what you've got on right now."
"But I can't go outside dressed like this! People will see me."
"Would you rather stay here tonight? I''ll give you one last chance."
I agonized for a moment. But only for a moment. "I'll go with you."
"Then put these on." Cindy said, handing me a pair of steel handcuffs. 
I just stared at them. They felt so strong and heavy.
"NOW!" Cindy shouted.
I quickly snapped them on my wrists.
Vanessa squeezed my shoulders. "Oh, you cute little girl. Those bracelets 
are you!"
I flushed with embarassment, then followed Cindy outside.

PART 8: HOMEWARD BOUND

Cindy teased me all the way home about how adorable I looked in my
shiny red dress. I barely paid attention to her. I was frightened about
some passing motorist seeing me in this outfit. I was trying to figure out
how to get into my house and up to my bedroom without anyone seeing me. But
finally we pulled up in front of my home. Cindy unlocked the handcuffs.
"Well, how did you enjoy our date, cutie?"
I sat and stared at her.
"Will you call me?" she asked with a grin. "Aren't you going to tell me
you had a wonderful time?"
"Can I go now?" I asked.
"Don't you want to kiss me good night?" she cooed.
I opened the car door. "I'd rather kiss Brian's dick again."
Before I could slam the door, she smiled and said "I'll remember that!"
She drove off and I headed up the hill to the front door. It was
late, and all the lights were off. My keys were in the purse, so I opened 
the door and tiptoed inside. It looked like everyone was asleep, so I made
my way upstairs to my bedroom and shut the door. At last I was safe. Now
all I had to do was get out of these awful clothes.
It was a relief to get those shoes off, and I quickly shed the red
dress. The corset was a real problem, though. I couldn't reach around my
back to untie it. And the harder I tried to unhook and untie the damn thing,
the more out of breath I got because it would hardly let me breathe. So I
rested for a while, and slowly worked on it until I finally managed to unlace
it. Free at last! I took a deep breath, climbed into bed, and relaxed.
Exhausted as I was from this horrible night, I fell asleep.
I awoke the following morning to find both of my parents standing
over me. Dad held up my patent leather shoes.
"Son, how long have you been wearing these shoes?"
Mom didn't look too happy, either.
"Where did you get these clothes? That red dress? That corset?"
"It's my Halloween costume. Some friends in Hollywood borrowed the clothes
from the movie studio."
They seemed to buy my story, but it was clear that they were disappointed
in my behavior. In case I had missed that point, Dad went on to elaborate.
"He must get this from your side of the family. Every time he does something
like this and it ends up in the gossip columns, my clients start asking me
why I can't control my own son's outrageous behavior. How am I supposed to 
represent myself as a partner in a law firm when he has no sense of decency?"
"I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"
"Get dressed." he said, and they both left the room.
I just had the worst night of my life, and he's worried about his image with
his clients. What's wrong with this picture?

PART 9: PARTY ANIMAL 

On Monday morning, Cindy showed up for work as usual. Unlike the 
previous week, her young student was not happy to see her. We were alone 
in the study when I finally spoke to her.
"I can't believe you'd come back here after what you did to me."
"Why not?" she responded. "I enjoy your company. I mean, you're so much 
fun to be around, especially when you're all dressed up."
"Or not dressed at all" she added with a grin.
"I don't want to ever see you again. Get out of here now!"
"Aren't you forgetting something, sweetie? If I go, I'll make all those 
pictures of you public. You'll have plenty to tell Oprah next week. I can 
see it all now: Next on Oprah, Johnny Archer will explain why he enjoys 
being a crossdressing, cocksucking faggot!"
"No!"
"Film at eleven?" she asked.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, exasperated.
"I want to you to be a good little boy, and do what I tell you. You still 
need to learn some manners, and your schoolwork could stand some
improvement."
"All right." I said, glaring at her.
The week passed without further incident, and I applied myself to 
my studies. My parents still seemed distant to me, and I didn't want to 
create any more trouble for myself. On Friday, Cindy ended my lesson with 
a surprise.
"Johnny, you're invited to a party. Sunday at 6PM, and we'll give you a 
ride there."
"I'm not going to any parties with you. Do you think I'm crazy?"
"I think you'd be crazy not to go to my party. You're supposed to do what 
I tell you to. Do you remember why, or do I need to refresh your memory?"
"OK, you win. "But I have to ask my parents first. They might not let me 
stay out too late after what happened last week."
"Then go ask your mother now, but tell her you're going to the movies with 
friends. It will only take a few hours."
I went out to the pool to ask my mother for permission, and I 
returned shortly.
"Mom says I can go, but I have to be home by 10 o'clock, because the next 
morning is a school day."
"Good. Be out at the front gate at 6PM, and a white van will stop by to 
pick you up."
"But what should I wear? And what are we going to do on Sunday?"
"If I told you now, it would spoil the surprise. You can wear whatever you 
want. See you then!" she said, flashing me a smile.
Sunday at 6PM, a white van pulled up in front of Archer Manor, and 
I climbed in. I saw that Vanessa was driving, and I cringed.
"Hello again, sweetie." she said. "I almost didn't recognize you with your 
clothes on."
I tried to ask about their plans for the evening, but she ignored me. 
Finally, we drove the rest of the way to Cindy's home in silence.
Cindy had the front door open for us when Vanessa escorted me inside.
"Upstairs, darling." Cindy waved at me.
"Isn't he precious?" Vanessa said, loud enough for me to hear. "Still so 
defiant. But he won't be for long!"
Both girls laughed as I climbed the stairs. At the top landing I heard a 
male voice call me, "In here, sissy!"
I peeked into the bedroom where I had been bound the week before, only to 
see Brian sitting at the table, drinking a beer.
"Won't you join me in a beer, Johnny?" he asked.
I sat down across from Brian. I was shaking so hard that I could barely 
open the can of beer Brian slid across the table to me.
"I - I haven't done anything." I stammered. "I didn't even want Cindy to 
be my tutor any more."
"Relax, sissy. I'm not going to do anything to you, at least as long as 
you behave yourself. The girls just want you to model some clothes for them.

Now drink the beer!"
I wasn't in any mood to model clothes, but I wasn't going to argue with
Brian. 
I started sipping, and then gulping the beer. After finishing the beer, I 
sat back in my chair and looked around the room, my head buzzing. Finally 
I turned around and saw that Vanessa and Cindy had entered the room and were 
behind me.
"Feel better now?" Cindy asked, cuddling me.
"Uh huh." I replied, my head lolling as Cindy wrapped her arms around me.
"Then we've got a few outfits for you to try on." she said, lifting and 
easing me out of my chair and onto my feet. I swayed back and forth under 
the influence of the beer, and offered no resistance as the two girls 
removed my shirt. Cindy held me up as Venessa untied and removed my shoes, 
and then unzipped my pants.
"You don't mind being undressed, do you Johnny? It's nothing we haven't 
already done before, right?" Vanessa asked.
I just shrugged. I didn't have any choice, and by this time I was feeling 
no pain, anyway.
Vanessa quickly stripped off my remaining clothes, and then twirled me 
around naked for Cindy and Brian to see. 
"Now turn toward Cindy and smile." she said.
I turned to Cindy only to see a camera flash go off.
"Good, now sit on the bed and spread your legs wide for a close up."
My head was swimming, so I did as I was told, and relaxed with the cool 
bedspread against my bare bottom. They weren't hitting me or making me do 
anything disgusting like last week. It wasn't as bad as I had expected.
Next they made me pose on all fours with my butt in the air, but 
with my head turned back so my face was in the shot, too. Suddenly Vanessa 
pulled my hands behind my back and shoved me flat on his stomach. Over my 
mild protest, she tied my wrists loosely with a length of white rope.
"That doesn't hurt, does it, sweetie?"
I shook my head. 
"Then let's tie those little ankles of yours, too." she said sweetly.
Vanessa tied my ankles as loosely as my wrists, and now I sat helplessly 
staring at Cindy as she snapped pictures of me. Vanessa ordered me to get 
off the bed and kiss her feet.
"I can't." I said, struggling with my bonds.
"You'd better find a way." Vanessa said, turning me over on my stomach and 
smacking my bare ass with a riding crop.
The sudden pain startled me, and I struggled to turn over as Vanessa kept 
smacking my butt and thighs with the crop. Finally after receiving a dozen 
blows, I dragged myself off the bed, and fell over onto the floor at 
Vanessa's feet. Cindy had photographed the entire exchange, and now she 
took some more photos of me kissing Vanessa's black boots.
"I'll do whatever you want." I whined, looking up at Vanessa. "You don't 
have to hit me!"
"Spoken like the true sissy you are." she replied. "Now we've got some 
clothes to make you fit the part."

PART 10: FASHION SHOW 

The girls made me try on more frilly lingerie than I could ever have 
imagined existed. The underwear was in all shades of white, red and pink, 
and made of silk or satin. These dainty things felt so good against my naked
body that I almost forgot how humiliating this all was. As if to remind me,
Vanessa tied a pink ribbon around my flaccid cock. They made me parade 
around in high heels and lingerie, laughing each time I fell on my face. I
couldn't walk in those 3-inch heels if I were sober, let alone the condition
I was in now. And they videotaped everything. There I was, Johnny Archer,
movie star, mincing around in women's underwear.
Finally, they let me wear real clothes. I changed into a white silk 
blouse which complemented the short black leather skirt which exposed almost 
all of my stocking-clad legs.
"Those shoes don't match this outfit." Vanessa said. "I've got just the 
thing for you."
I was delighted to take off the 3-inch pumps. I relaxed in my stockinged 
feet for a moment, but my relief was short-lived. Vanessa showed me the 
longest pair of boots I had ever seen. They were made of soft black
leather, and were as sexy as all the other clothes I had worn.
"You want me to put those on?"
"That's the idea." she said, easing me into a chair, and sliding the boots 
on my feet and up my legs. I stood up and nearly lost my balance. She laced

the boots all the way up over my knees, and the heels were five inches long.
"Sit for a while." Cindy said, pulling up a chair next to me. As she took 
my hand, I saw a bottle of nail polish on the table.
"But that stuff won't come off me." I said.
"Relax." she said, painting my nails. "There is such a thing as nail 
polish remover."
I watched with apprehension as one by one, my nails were painted bright red.
"My own nails are a much more subdued pink, but I think this shade of red is 
much more appropriate for a little girl. Especially one who looks as hot as 
you in that leather outfit, don't you agree?"
I wished there were a hole I could crawl into, but at least it was past 
9 o'clock. In another hour I could go home.
Soon my nails were done, and Cindy took my arm and lifted me to my 
feet. With Vanessa and Cindy holding onto each arm, I got used to walking 
on the high heels, swaying my hips and shoulders. When they were satisfied 
that I could walk without falling on my face, Brain handed me another beer. 
I didn't need any urging to drink this one, and finished it as quickly as I 
could.
"It's past 9:30." Brian announced. "I think we need to get our little 
princess home before she turns into a pumpkin."
"Let me get undressed." I said. "I"ll change into-"
"Now!" Brian cut me off. "The girls didn't go to all the trouble of 
getting you all dolled up for nothing."
"But I can't go out looking like this."
"You're coming with me right now, and I'll take you straight home. But if 
you give me any trouble, I"ll drop you off at a lesbian bar instead. God 
only knows what will happen to you then."
I was defeated, and they all knew it. But I had gone home dressed as a girl 
once before, and I would find a way to explain it to my parents again.
Brian drove me directly home in the white van. Every time we hit a 
pothole I hiccupped. My stomach was upset, and it was made even worse by my 
anxiety over what my parents would think when they saw me. Brian dropped me 
off at the front gate to my home.
"You'd better go straight inside. I'd hate to see what would happen if 
anyone else saw a babe like you dressed up like that." Brian laughed and 
drove off.
I slowly walked up the hill and nervously knocked on the front door. Along
with my clothes, they had kept my keys.
My mother opened the door and was dismayed to see what looked like a 
young prostitute at her front door.
"Mom, it's me." I whispered. "Let me in."
Mom opened the door and stared at me in disbelief.
"Get in here!" she shouted, dragging me inside by the arm. I stumbed on my 
high heels and fell on the floor in the foyer.
"Bob, come down here right now!" she called to Dad.
I was still on my knees when his father hurried into the foyer.
"Take a look at YOUR son." she said, her voice dripping with disgust.
"I went to a party." I said, as I struggled to my feet, and burped.
"I can smell the beer from here." my father shouted. "What are you doing 
dressed like that? It isn't Halloween again, is it? How long have you 
been dressing like a girl? Like a slut?"
My head was spinning. "I - I -" The excitement was too much for me, and my 
stomach betrayed me. I threw up on the plush carpet of the foyer.
"You deal with this mess now." Dad said to Mom. "We'll discuss him later."


PART 11: TIFFANY 

I awoke to find my mother shaking my arm. My head hurt, I had an 
awful taste in my mouth and my stomach was upset. I looked at my mother, 
then saw the high-heeled boots on the floor and remembered the previous 
evening. I was still dressed in lingerie.
"Rise and shine, Tiffany. You've got a big day ahead of you."
"Tiffany?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, and focusing on my bright red nail 
polish.
"Yes, your new name is Tiffany. I wanted to call you Jackie, so your name 
could be either a boy or girl, but your father wanted you to make a clean 
break with your old life. Tiffany sounded to him like the name of a spoiled 
rich girl, so that's what we're going to call you."
"Mom, this is going too far. You can't pretend I'm a girl. I can't dress 
like this."
"No, you certainly can't dress like that, dear. You're going to dress like 
a girl your own age, not like a hooker. That's why we're going shopping 
today to buy you a new wardrobe."
"Mom, I can't go shopping dressed up as a girl. People will see me. I'll 
be ruined, my career will be over-"
"Calm down, sweetie." Mom said, pulling me out of bed. "No one will 
recognize you. When I get through making you over, you won't even recognize 
yourself."
She led her scantily-clad son down the hall to the master bathroom and sat me
down with my back to the mirror. Taking a pair of tweezers, she began 
plucking my eyebrows. I twisted and squirmed, but she continued until my 
eyebrows had a feminine arch.
"That's much better. Now we have to shave the hair on your arms and legs 
because little girls don't show body hair. Pay attention, because you're 
going to have to learn how to do this. You're not going to wear flesh-
colored stockings to hide the hair on your legs any more. If something is
worth doing, it's worth doing right."
I sat obediently and watched my mother shave me.
"Good girl. Now let me help you out of your clothes so you can take a 
shower."
"Mom, you can't watch me do this."
Suddenly Mom slapped me across the face hard. It stung and made my eyes 
water. This wasn't supposed to happen to me. My own mother was stripping 
me and had hit me. 
"Don't tell me what I can't do!"
I didn't need to be told again, and quickly twisted my way out of my 
underwear. As soon as I was completely nude, my hands covering my penis, my 
mother faced me, and tilted my chin up to her. Naked and helpless, I stared 
at her wide-eyed.
"Wash your hair because I'll need to set it, and be done in five minutes. 
And sweetie, take that cute little ribbon off your cute little cock."
I climbed into the shower. The hot water irritated my arms and legs, 
as Mom had not been too careful while shaving me. It was all the more 
reason why I would have to do that by myself next time. Next time, I 
sighed. How long are they going to make me do this? After shampooing and 
rinsing my hair, Mom returned and called me out of the shower. I wrapped a 
bath towel around myself, and stepped out of the shower. I saw Mom pointing 
at the chair, and some curlers next to the sink. I obediently sat in the 
chair, resigned to my fate.
Mom took her time applying the curlers to my hair, the better to 
prolong my humiliation. Finally she was done, with my long hair wrapped 
around a dozen curlers.
"And now your nails, sweetie."
"But Mom, they look OK."
"You have to touch them up every day, Tiffany, so get used to it."
As Mom worked on my nails, I turned and caught a glance of myself and 
involuntarily gasped at the reflection of myself in curlers. This didn't 
escape Mom's attention.
"Don't worry about your looks now. Once we take the curlers out you'll be 
beautiful."
I stared at the mirror and swallowed. I didn't want to be beautiful.
"Done." his mother said. Now we'll have you dress up in that cute little 
red outfit you came home in on Halloween, and no one will recognize you."
"Mom, I can't go out anywhere with you. People will recognize you, and 
they'll figure out who I am."
"Hmmm, I hadn't thought of that." Mom said. "Well, sweetie, if it really 
bothers you, maybe we can talk Cindy into taking you shopping instead of 
your schoolwork today."
I groaned. This was going from bad to worse.
"Mom, I don't want to go anywhere with her. I don't even want her for my 
teacher any more."
"Now look, little lady, those are your choices. If you don't want to pick 
out your new wardrobe with her, you're going to do it with me. Make up your 
mind."

PART 12: SHOPPING SPREE 

I heard Cindy arrive at Archer Manor on time, and my mother greeted 
her in the living room. I listened as I waited upstairs.
"Cindy, I have to ask a favor of you today." she said.
"Certainly. What is it?"
Mom called up the stairway to me. "Sweetie, Cindy's here. Come on down."
I had been looking myself up and down in the full length hall mirror. 
Wearing the red satin dress and with my hair in curls, I thought I looked 
ridiculous. My headache and upset stomach only added to my misery. Slowly 
I walked downstairs.
Cindy watched as what appeared to be a young girl in a bright red 
dress shyly descended the stairs and walked up to her. Of course she 
recognized the outfit, but she pretended ignorance. Finally, Mom spoke.
"Introduce yourself, cutie."
"Good morning, Cindy." I said. "My name is Tiffany." My eyes were downcast 
with shame, not wanting to make contact with her.
"Forgive the little girl for her lack or respect." Mom said. "I haven't 
taught her to curtsey yet. But she will tomorrow."
Cindy only half-feigned surprise. "Mrs. Archer, is that Johnny? What is 
going on here?"
I remained silent and stared at my patent leather shoes.
"My ex-son has decided to dress and act as a girl. From now on her name is 
Tiffany, but she doesn't have any other clothes to wear. That's why we need 
your help. She'd like you to take her to the mall to buy a new wardrobe."
"Me?" Cindy replied. "If you want to do this, that's up to you-"
"Explain to her, Tiffany, or you'll go with me."
"Please take me shopping for girl's clothes." I said. "If Mom takes me, 
everyone will know who I am."
"We'll pay you for an extra day's work." Mom added. "And it may take the 
entire day. Tiffany needs EVERYTHING."
That didn't sound good at all. And now Cindy was thinking, hardly believing 
her good luck. She was really going to have some fun with me now.
"OK, Tiffany." she smiled at me. "We're going shopping today!" 
Cindy had half-dragged a very reluctant little boy out to her car, 
but now we were on their way to the mall.
"So you like dressing like a girl after all, Tiffany." 
I slumped in his seat. "My parents are making me do this. And it's all 
your fault."
"That's a bad attitude, little sissy. But we'll correct that soon enough.
When I get through with you you're going to be a sweet little girl. You'll 
see."
I remained silent for the rest of the ride as Cindy prattled on about all 
the frilly dresses she was going to pick out for me. With $2,000 cash in 
her purse, she was going to dress me up today. After arriving at the mall, 
Cindy marched me inside. I was self-conscious in my bright red dress, 
but I was relieved that no one was paying attention to me. Shoppers were 
walking up and down the mall ignoring the woman with the pretty little girl.
We went to one large department store after another, buying my new
wardrobe. I must have tried on a dozen dresses, mostly white, pink, and
floral prints. The most masculine color she let me buy was a yellow chiffon 
dress. But I can't wear dresses all the time, so I had to have a wide 
selection of blouses and pleated skirts. I also acquired a couple of pair of

saddle shoes and boots, but luckily none of them had high heels. At least 
she didn't want me to look like a slut. Then came the underwear, pink or 
white panties, and some were crotchless for some reason I don't think I even 
want to know. We got some knee-high socks, but also some stockings and panty 
hose. Finally she bought me a pink leotard and ballet skirt, and then some 
harem-style pajamas. Dressing up as a girl is getting awfully complicated.
After we had managed to stuff nearly twenty packages of my new 
clothes in the car, Cindy finally let me stop to eat lunch. There wasn't 
enough time to find everything I would need in one day, so we would have to 
shop again tomorrow. We were having lunch at a salad bar when Cindy saw a 
couple of adolescent boys walk by. They seemed to linger for a minute 
before moving on. I paid no attention to them.
"Did you see those boys, Tiffany?"
"What boys?" I said, looking up from my salad.
"Those two boys who just walked by." she said pointing to the two boys off 
in the distance. "They were looking at you."
"So what? They couldn't recognize me in this outfit, could they?"
Cindy grinned. "That's not what I meant, cutie. I think they like you."
I looked at her in horror, speechless.
"Maybe you'd like to meet them. Maybe we can still catch them-"
"Cindy, no! I don't want to meet anyone dressed like this. Especially boys 
who think I'm a girl."
Cindy flashed a wicked smile at me. It looked like she just had a bright 
idea.

PART 13: BOYS WILL BE GIRLS 

It was late in the afternoon when Cindy and I returned from the mall 
with my new wardrobe. Mom was delighted with the selection of outfits she 
had picked out, but she agreed we'd have to go shopping again. She thanked 
Cindy for her help, and told her to plan on another day at the mall.
"This is a nice pink floral print dress, Tiffany. Wouldn't you like to wear 
this to the mall tomorrow when you have your ears pierced?"
"My ears? Pierced? You want to make holes in my ears?"
"It's a very simple procedure, and then you won't have to use clip-on 
earrings."
"Earrings? I can't wear earrings."
Mom looked down at me with a stern look on her face. "You can, and you will.

Besides, lots of boys have their ears pierced. Even baseball players and 
football players. Now take all of these clothes up to your room."
I spent what seemed like an hour hanging up clothes until I heard my father 
come home. I ran downstairs, still dressed in my outfit, hoping Dad would 
rescue me from Mom's crazy plan.
"Dad, look at how Mom made me dress up today. She made me go to the mall 
with my tutor dressed like this today." I looked up at Dad expectantly.
"What's the matter, Tiffany? It's a very pretty dress."
I was crestfallen. "But how can you let Mom do this to me?" I pleaded.
"I think I like having a little girl around the house. And I think you 
should call me Daddy from now on, little girl."
"But even Suzy doesn't call you Daddy."
My 21-year old sister, a senior at UCLA.
"Ah, but your sister is a big girl. When you're a big girl we can discuss 
this further. And for that matter, you will call your mother Mommy."
When I'm a big girl?? I was in deep trouble now. My father was even 
crazier than my mother. 
Mom put me to bed that night in my new pink harem outfit, with 
elasticized cuffs. I looked like something I had seen on "I Dream of 
Jeannie". At least no one else would ever see me wearing it. I hoped. 
The next day, Mom had Cindy take me to the mall again. This time I
wore the pink dress Mom had admired. By now I was more confident that no one would see through my disguise. I still thought of my new look as a disguise.

So I wasn't scared like I was yesterday. Then Cindy steered me to a jewelry 
shop to have my ears pierced.
"I won't go in there." I told her matter-of-factly.
"First, I will tell the woman in the jewelry shop that you're a faggot
dressed up as a girl. Then I'll have her pierce your cock instead. Now
are you ready to have your ears pierced?"
My throat went dry, and I walked into the jewelry store.
Some time later I walked out of the store, the proud owner of a pair
of gold heart-shaped earrings. They dangled from my newly-pierced lobes,

and banged into the side of my neck whenever I turned my head.
"The next time you disobey me I will put a leash around your neck and drag
you around the mall on your hands and knees. "Have you got that?"
"Yes, Cindy." I whispered.
"Good. The important thing is that you're starting to look like a little
lady. Next stop is the salon."
I wasn't going to argue with her. As I opened the door to the beauty parlor,
I wondered what I would look like when I left here.
An obviously gay man remarked about how pretty I was, and asked me 
how I wanted my hair done. Before I could answer, Cindy took over. 
"My niece would like to have her hair permed, all done in tight curls. Much
tighter than what she has now."
The hairdresser whisked me away, and the next thing I knew, I was having my
hair shampooed. Then I ended up with all of my hair in curlers, resting in
some curling lotion. When they got done with me, I looked like a had a 
yellow Afro. I took one look at myself in the mirror and my mouth dropped
open. I pulled a few strands of hair to straighten them out, and they
snapped right back into a tight coil. But Cindy told me I had better like
my new hairstyle.
"Thank you." I lied to the hairdresser. "It's lovely." 
Once we were safely outside I thought I was going to cry, much to
Cindy's delight.
"How long...how long will my hair be like this?"
"Oh, probably about four, maybe six weeks. They don't call it a permanent
for nothing, sweetie."
I wondered how things could get any worse. I didn't have to wonder for long.

PART 14: FIRST DATE 

The rest of the week was uneventful, at least by these standards.
I was getting used to dressing up like a girl, and it only took me forty-
five minutes to get ready in the morning. Mom always laid out my clothes
for the next day before she put me to bed. At least I knew which dress I
was going to be humiliated in the following day. I couldn't go out dressed
like this, so I had nothing to do except schoolwork. Our horrible maid,
Mrs. Duggan was on vacation this week, so I didn't have to put up with her
seeing me in these outfits. 
Every afternoon Mom would spend some time with me, teaching me how to
act 
like a proper little lady. I had to stand like a girl with my ankles 
together and my hands clasped in front of me. I had to sit like a girl,
being careful to smooth out my dress or skirt before I sat down. Mom got
very upset if I wrinkled my clothes, and I the last thing I wanted was to
make her more angry with me. I had learned how to curtsey properly and
effect all kinds of cute little girl poses, much to my disgust.
By Friday I was ahead of schedule on my schoolwork, and both Mom and
Cindy were very pleased with me. I had hoped that if I were a good girl, 
they would finally end this charade. And as soon as the lesson was over, Mom
walked into the study to see us.
"Tiffany, I'm going to teach you how to slow dance today."
"Mommy, I already know how to dance. I learned a couple of years ago for
one of my movies, remember?"
"But now you have to learn how to dance backward because you're a girl."
I stopped to think for a moment. In a perverted kind of way Mom was right.
I never thought of dancing backward. Dancing with a boy?? Cindy snickered,
and I had a real bad feeling all of a sudden.
"OK, Mom, but why do I have to learn this?"
"Because I have a surprise for you. Cindy told me how good you've been in
school this week, so I have a reward for you."
"What is it?" I asked, looking from Cindy to my mother.
"I'm going to give you what every little girl wants. A little boy!"
"What??"
"You're going to have your first date tonight. Now let's see if you can 
dance!"
"What?? Who am I dating?"
"His name is Roger." Cindy said. "A friend of mine. I told your Mom about
him yesterday. I think you'll like him."
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I waited until Cindy 
had left to confront my mother.
"How can you make me do this? I can't go out with a boy."
"You can, and you will. It's time you learned how the other side lives.
When you were a boy you thought girls were sex objects for your pleasure.
Now you're going to see how it feels to be on the other side. I think you'll
learn to have a lot more respect for girls."
"I'm not going to do anything tonight."
"Sweetie, Cindy assures me Roger is a nice boy. But if you don't get along 
with him, I'll find someone else for you. Maybe some big smelly guy with 
tattoos who'll treat you like dirt and smack you around. Would you like that
better, darling?"
Maybe this Roger wouldn't be so bad after all.
"OK, I'll go out with him. But what am I supposed to do?"
"Whatever he wants, after all, he's the boy. Isn't that the way you always
wanted it when you were a boy?"
I hated the way Mom kept referring to me in the past tense.
"Whatever he wants? But what if he finds out I'm not really a girl?" 
"Then he'll probably give you the beating of your life. So keep your clothes
on, whatever you do. But you'd better do your best to keep him happy, or
I'll see to it that your next boyfriend won't be nearly as nice."
Mom dressed me in a waist cincher and a padded push-up bra to give
me her idea of what a little girl's figure should be. The pink ribbon 
around my penis served as a reminder of what I was, and what she wanted me
to be. I wore a pink dress with little red hearts all over it. It was 
trimmed in lace and had puffy shoulders. Between my stockings and elbow-
length white gloves I wasn't showing any skin, much to my relief. I was
afraid Mom might dress me up as a slut.
As soon as Dad came home from work, I ran up to him.
"Daddy, Mommy is making me go out on a date with a boy tonight! Please
tell her I'm too young to date."
"Good evening, Tiffany." he said, taking off his jacket. "I'm sure your
mother knows best. Now be a good little girl and run along."
I don't know why I had hoped from any help from Dad. If anything, he was
more pissed off at me than anyone else was. And now the look on Mom's face
told me she didn't appreciate my trying to weasel out of this date.
Roger arrived at 7 o'clock that night, and Mom welcomed him in.
"Tiffany, this is Roger. He's going to take you to a movie tonight."
I tried my best to smile. He looked OK, even handsome. He was a little
taller than me, with short hair, and wore a sweater and navy slacks.
"We're going to see "Sleepless in Seattle" if that's OK." he said.
"You'll like that, Tiffany." Mom said. "It's a girl's movie."
"And Cindy's outside." he said. "She's going to drive us there." 
I almost groaned out loud at the thought of having Cindy chaperone us. Even 
so, they could tell by the look on my face that I was unhappy.
"Now don't you worry your pretty little head." Roger told me. "We'll have
a good time, I promise."
Now this chauvinist jerk was patronizing me. How dare he talk down to me? 
"Roger, why don't I meet you outside? I've forgotten my purse."
Once he left, I turned to Mom.
"My pretty little head? Did you hear what he said to me?"
"Kind of reminds you of yourself when you were a boy, doesn't it? He has
your
old attitude toward girls. He thinks boys are superior, and you'd better 
get used to it. But don't worry. Cindy will drop you off at the theater
and pick you up when it's over. What could happen to you with her around?"
Oh, brother. I should have told her what Cindy and Vanessa and
Brian did to me. I shouldn't have gotten any deeper in this mess. But I
was ashamed of myself, or I didn't trust my parents any more, or I just went
along because that was the easiest thing to do.
Cindy left us at the theater, and after we got settled in and the
movie started, Roger wasted no time groping me. I knew better than to stop
him, and he spent the next two hours pawing me and trying to stick his
tongue down my throat. After sucking Brian's cock, kissing a boy seemed
much less disgusting than I was afraid it would. I had been concerned that
I might have an erection and give myself away, but my cock remained limp all 
evening. Thank goodness for small favors.
When it was over, Roger said, "See, your Mom was right. That was a
chick's movie."
"I wouldn't know. I didn't see much of it."
"We can always come see it again." he said, leering at me.
Roger walked me out to the lobby, hand-in-hand. Cindy was waiting outside.
She drove us back to my place while Roger and I made out in the back seat
all the way home. When she dropped me off, I thanked Roger for the wonderful
time I had. At least I had fooled him into thinking I was a girl. All I
wanted to do now was gargle with mouthwash and go to bed. Unfortunately,
Mom insisted on having me tell her about the entire evening first. She was
as happy as I was miserable.

PART 15: MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK 

The next morning some moving men arrived with a big bed. I hid up
in my bedroom so they wouldn't see me in my blouse and skirt. I was allowed
to dress down on the weekend, you see. It took a couple of hours, but they
finally left after putting it in one of the guest rooms. The room's walls

were pink, with matching curtains. My sister's friends used it when they
stayed over. I looked in to find a queen-size bed with a brass headboard and
posts supporting a canopy with pink lace curtains. Mom was in there, 
smoothing out the bedspread.
"Come on in, Tiffany." she said with a big smile. "Do you like your new 
room?"
I gaped at the big bed. It looked like a pink prison. MY prison.
"But, Mommy, this isn't my room.
"It is now, sweetie. Daddy and I bought this nice new bed for you. Isn't it
pretty?"
"Yes, Mommy. But I was happy in my old room."
"Well, now you'll be even happier in this room, won't you?"
"Yes, Mommy."
She had me move all my girl clothes into my new room. She took away
all my old clothes so I wouldn't get confused and try to wear some 
inappropriate clothing. Everything else I owned disappeared, too. In return
she gave me some dolls and stuffed animals. I wasn't allowed to watch
television, either. Either I could study or play with my dolls.
By Monday morning I was so fed up that I was ready to explode. Then
the evil servant Mrs. Duggan came back to work, got her first look at me as
a girl and burst out laughing.
"Don't laugh at me, you stupid bitch!" I yelled at her. "My parents are
making me wear these clothes."
"It looks to me like YOU'RE the bitch."
Mom heard the whole conversation, and separated us, sending Mrs. Duggan back 
to work.
"So you don't like these clothes, Tiffany?" she asked me.
"I...I didn't mean that, Mommy."
"I go to a lot of trouble to pick your outfits for you, you ungrateful little
brat. Now take off your dress!"
I unzipped my pretty chiffon dress and carefully placed it on the sofa. I 
stood shaking in my white teddy, panties, stockings and fingerless gloves.
I thought I was in for a beating, but she just told me to wait in the study
until Cindy showed up for school.
When Cindy came in she took one look at me and shook her head, 
laughing. Finally she composed herself.
"Tiffany, did you forget to finish dressing today?"
"Mom's mad at me." I mumbled, my chin down. 
She came over to take a closer look at me.
"That teddy is my favorite. Of all the ones we bought, I like that one the
best. Oh, look, you're still wearing a pink ribbon on your cock. That's
quite a fashion statement."
"Mom's idea."
Mom wouldn't let me wear anything but underwear all week. It was the
first time I ever wished I could wear a blouse or skirt or even a dress. I
looked like a slut running around in sexy lingerie all day. If Mom wanted
me to appreciate my new clothes, it had worked. By the end of the week, at
her request I crawled to her on my knees and begged her to let me wear my
dresses again.
Cindy loved the whole spectacle of me in lingerie with my pink ribbon
tied around me. Every day she brought me a gift, some item she thought was
missing from my wardrobe. Jewelry, gloves, high-heeled shoes, and so on. I
gratefully thanked her for her kindness and thoughtfulness. My bedroom was
filling up with stuff didn't know existed last month.
After a couple of weeks, Mom informed me that Roger wanted to go out
with me again.
"Not another movie with him. I didn't see five minutes of "Sleepless in
Seattle" with him all over me."
"No, darling, he wants to have dinner Friday night at a hotel downtown. 
Cindy will rent a room in her name, so no one will know who you are."
"Dinner and then what? He'll want to have sex with me, and then what will
I do? He'll find out what I am, and who I am. I can't go to a hotel with
him!"
"Tiffany, you were a very good actor. Now you're going to have to be an
actress. You have to play a challenging role. Convince him you're a girl
for a few hours of dinner and dancing."
Friday night came far too soon for my liking. I had practiced dancing 
all week, and spent most of Friday afternoon worrying about my date. I had
to spend a lot of time working on my hair, as the curls were starting to 
come out. Mom told me to wear clear lip gloss, but no make-up.
"Roger might not appreciate you getting lipstick on him, but the clear gloss
will accentuate your natural color."
"I doubt Roger will care what I'm wearing. He'll slobber all over me no
matter what I have on my lips."
"Sweetie, that's the wrong attitude. You still aren't learning. The girl's
job is to look pretty for boys. Nothing else matters except that you're
beautiful. Boys are shallow, selfish, thoughtless people. You ought to 
know that better than anyone. Now make yourself beautiful so Roger will
like you."
Had I really been like that? And who taught me to be shallow and 
thoughtless, Mom? Dad? Why was everything my fault, and why did I have to 
learn my lesson this way? I only hoped I could fool Roger again.
Cindy took Roger and me to a hotel, signed in, took us up to our room
and ordered room service for us. Roger wasn't interested in dancing. Roger 
didn't even want to leave the hotel room. Cindy left and we had an intimate
dinner, with him actually complimenting me on my hair, which now looked bad 
instead of horrible. After dinner, Roger wasted no time getting down to 
heavy petting.
"Come on, Tiffany, this isn't our first date. I'll help you get undressed 
and we can do it right here on the sofa."
I was in a terrible fix. I couldn't have sex with him, but if I 
refused, Mom would find me another boyfriend, that was clear. If only Roger
wasn't so hot for me, it was just our second date. But Mom was right. Roger
was normal, just like I was. I didn't even wait for the second date to ask
a girl to go to bed with me. Back in the old days, that is. Now that I 
WAS the girl, my perspective was quite different.
"You get undressed." I said. "I have to go to the bathroom first."
After a few minutes in the bathroom, I came out to see Roger sitting on the
edge of the bed, stark naked. I was still fully clothed in my yellow dress.
"I thought you were going to get undressed." he said.
I knew what I had to do. Without a word, I knelt before him, and took his
cock in my mouth. As I sucked on it, it grew inside my mouth. I looked up
at him, saw the delight on his face, and quickly brought him to orgasm. It
wasn't half as bad as sucking Brian's cock. Roger wasn't half as big. In
fifteen seconds it was over. I licked his cock clean and kissed it.
He wasn't disappointed at not getting inside my dress. Quite the contrary,
after I washed out my mouth, we necked for awhile. Then he had me suck him 
off again. This time he was expecting it, and he savored it for awhile.
"It's been fun, Roger, but you'd better call Cindy now." I said. 
"It's getting late and I have to go home."
Roger sighed and made the phone call. He didn't want it to end, but I think
I had worn him out.


PART 16: BIG SISTER 

The next morning, Mom and Dad wanted to know how my date had gone.
I stammered and hesitated, but they demanded all the details. Mom said she
would call up Roger if she had to. So I told them. Everything. I thought
they would kill me when they found out what I did.
"That was very resourceful of you, sweetie." Mom said.
"Yes." Dad agreed. "I think you should be getting out and having a good
time more often. You've been cooped up at home for too long."
I was amazed. They didn't mind that I had sucked a boy's cock, and
now they wanted me to go out and do it more often. They never approved of
my partying before.
"But you always said I got into too much trouble in Hollywood. Why do you
want me to go out and party now?"
"Things have changed, Tiffany." Mom said. "You can party all you want, and
we don't have to worry about you getting pregnant."
"And going out with boys dressed up like that, you won't get anyone else
pregnant, either." Dad added. "So you see, having you for a daughter is a
no-lose proposition for us. You can date all you want."
This was terrible. I was condemned to living as a girl just so my parents
could have peace of mind about me not getting into trouble.
"And we have some more good news, sweetie. Suzy is coming home from
college for Thanksgiving weekend. I'm sure you girls will have a lot to 
talk about."
"I can hardly wait, Mommy." I said, trying not to sound sarcastic.
In the best of times (which these were not) my big sister and I had 
not gotten along. She thought I was a little brat. OK, maybe I was, but 
that's what little brothers are. I had made things worse by becoming rich
and 
famous, which she wasn't, and throwing that in her face at every opportunity.
Both of us had been relieved when she went off to college. Now she was
going to find that she had a little sister.
I had gotten used to the little trinkets and even the intimate
apparel Cindy kept bringing me. But the gift I received from her on Monday 
was disturbing. A butt plug.
"You never know when you might want to wear one to complete your wardrobe."
she told me.
And for the rest of November, she gave me ball gags, handcuffs, all sorts
of leather things and other bondage gear. I didn't know what she had in
mind, but my mother smiled her approval of each gift as Cindy instructed
her in its use. 
Mom took lots of pictures of me wearing my new outfits. I had to
pose for photos wearing my lingerie, and sometimes wearing nothing but my
pink ribbon. The only time I took it off was in the shower. Mom thought 
it would look cute in the family album. I didn't think much of it. It 
wasn't anything I hadn't done before.
Suzy came home the day before Thanksgiving. Mom and I were waiting
for her in the foyer when she walked in. I wore a white communion dress, and
by now my hair was in loose curls. Suzy hugged and kissed Mom, and exchanged
greetings with her. Then she turned to me.
"Are you a friend of Johnny's?" she asked.
"This is Tiffany, your new sister." Mom said.
Suzy looked confused, so Mom continued.
"This WAS Johhny, only now her name is Tiffany, right?"
I was now allowed to speak. I smiled at my big sister.
"It's nice to meet you, Susan. I have missed you."
Suzy stared at me. "Oh, my God. Mom, it is him. Why is he dressed like
that?"
"She." Mom corrected her. "Tiffany wants to dress and act like a girl. So
now you have a sister instead of a brother. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Mom, you're putting me on. This is all a joke." She laughed nervously.
"Tiffany, greet your big sister properly."
As Mom had instructed me earlier, I was now to show respect for all girls,
especially my sister, whom I had treated so badly in the past. So I would
make up for it by crawling across the floor to her. I kissed her feet, and
then knelt in front of her.
Suzy was speechless, and Mom tied a leash around my neck. I opened
my mouth, and Mom placed the free end in my mouth.
"Suzy, lets go inside. We have a lot to talk about."
They walked into the living room, with Suzy constantly looking back to watch
as I crawled along behind them. They sat on the sofa, and I knelt at my
sister's feet again. Mom started showing Suzy all of the pictures she had
taken of me in the past few weeks. Suzy laughed so hard I thought she
might fall off the sofa. But I could do nothing but kneel in silence with
the leash between my teeth.
Finally, Suzy picked me up and sat me on the sofa between them.
"Tiffy-Poo-" she said. "Oh, you don't mind if I call you Tiffy-Poo, do you?"
I shook my head. I hated it even more than Tiffany, but I needed her help.
"Tiffy-Poo, I think you and I are going to get along just fine, isn't that
right?"
I nodded my head vigorously.
"Tiffany, why don't you show Suzy up to your new room?"
Mom took the leash from my mouth and handed it to Suzy. I crawled along the
floor and up the stairs, listening to my sister giggling behind me. As soon
as we got up to my room, Suzy shut the door.
"What a beautiful room, Tiffany, don't you love that bed?"
"Suzy, please help me." I whispered.
"My dear little sister, is something troubling you?"
"Suzy, I'm not your sister, I'm your brother. Mom and Dad are punishing me
by making me dress like a girl. You've got to help me."
"And why would I want to help you? I think you're very pretty this way."
"Suzy, please forgive me for anything I ever did to you. I'll make it all
up to you, I promise."
"Tiffany, we have a new relationship. First of all, I would like very much 
for you to call me Susan as a sign of respect. Second, I have no intention
of helping you until you show me that you have changed. You were the worst
little brother any girl could have. You were an obnoxious, spiteful little
brat. The reason I went away to college was to get away from you. I didn't
want to leave home, I just wanted to get away from my rotten brother. Now
I come home to find that I have a sweet little sister. The little sister
I always wanted. Do you really think I should help you?"
I was defeated. My last hope was crushed, and I was near tears.
"Go ahead and cry, Tiffy-Poo. Cry like the little girl you are."
She left the room, and I cried into my pillow. Now I had one more enemy.


PART 17: LITTLE FLIRT 

I sat down to Thanksgiving dinner across from my sister. I had 
gotten all dolled up for the occasion, wearing an Easter dress just dripping
with lace, and white gloves. Mom thought I looked so cute that she had me 
and Suzy posing for pictures with my handbag and straw hat all morning. At
least I didn't have to wear the hat to dinner.
"It's a shame we gave away all of your old clothes, Suzy." Dad said.

"If only we had known, we could have saved them for Tiffany." 
Mom disagreed. "No, Suzy was a bit of a tomboy and she wore a lot of shorts
and jeans. Tiffany is much too feminine to wear anything like that."
"That's right." Suzy said, pointing at me. "You could never have gotten me 
into an outfit like that, never in a million years."
"Mommy, if other girls wear jeans and shorts, why can't I?" I was trying
to salvage whatever of my masculinity was left.
"Other girls, but not MY little girl." Mom answered, and that was that.
I slouched in my chair, feeling sorry for myself. 
"Tiffany, how many times have I told you to sit up straight? I think we need
to do something about your posture."
I immediately sat up straight, but the next thing I knew, Mom was buckling a
thick leather collar around my neck. It was a gift from Cindy, and it forced
my chin up in the air, and prevented me from turning my head at all.
"Now isn't that better, sweetie?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"It looks nice with the rest of your outfit, Tiffany." Suzy said, rubbing
salt in my wounds.
"You know, I think you girls ought to spend some time together. Get
to know each other." Dad said.
"Yes, there's a lot Tiffany needs to learn." Mom said. "I try my best, but
you're much closer to her age, Suzy." 
"I couldn't agree more." Suzy said. "From now on, I'm going to come home
from school every weekend just to be with my baby sister."
Uh, oh. I didn't like the sound of that.
"In fact, tomorrow I'd like to take her to the mall."
My alarm was rising, and Mom could see that I was becoming agitated. 
"Suzy dear, that's a wonderful idea, but Tiffany can't be seen in public
with any of us, or someone might recognize her. It would be just awful for
her if everyone found out she was living as a girl. It has to stay our 
secret, at least for now."
At least for now?? What was Mom planning to do with me?
"I see what you mean." Suzy said. "But I can take her to a mall way out in
the valley. No one knows me out there."
There was general agreement at the table that we could go out of town.
"Good." Suzy said. "Tomorrow, I'm going to teach you how to flirt with boys,
Tiffy-Poo!"
I almost died on the spot.
"Please, Susan. I can't flirt. I don't know how. And besides I have a 
boyfriend, right. Mommy, tell her I have a boyfriend."
"Sweetie, you haven't been out with Roger in two weeks. It sounds to me
like he's taking you for granted. I think it's time you got out and played
the field. I'll pick out a nice blouse and skirt for you tomorrow. I think
a dress would look like you're trying too hard."
After that I couldn't even taste my turkey dinner. I was so sick 
and afraid of impending doom tomorrow that I didn't even pay attention to
everything else they said about me during dinner. Before I went to bed that
night, I saw my outfit for the next day. A pink sweater, a short pleated
white skirt, and white plastic go-go boots. Mom had decided to dress me up
like a cheerleader.
Suzy drove me out to the valley the following afternoon and we parked
at a huge shopping mall.
"School is out for the long weekend, so I'll bet there will be lots of cute
boys here today."
"Please don't do this to me, Susan."
"Get out of the car, Tiffy-Poo!" she sneered at me.
Together we walked toward the nearest entrance. I knew there was no way out.
"What do you want me to do?"
"It's simple. Find a cute boy your age or a little older. Smile at him, and
ask him to take you to a movie. There's a theater right here."
"That's it? That's all there is to it?"
"Then tell him you'd like to suck his cock if he takes you to the movie."
"Susan, I can't do that here!"
"Sure you can. You sit in the back row of the theater, make sure no one else
is watching, and give him a blowjob. It's not like you haven't done this
before, is it?"
"But someone will see me!"
"Then you'd better be careful, sweetie. Now go!"
I headed over to the video arcade, thinking I might find boys my age there.
Sure enough I saw a boy wearing a T-shirt and jeans outside, and he looked
normal so I walked up to him and smiled.
"Hi, my name is Tiffany."
"Hi, I'm Mark."
"Mark, would you like to take me to the movies?"
He looked a little uneasy. "Well, I don't know."
I summoned up all of my courage. "I'll suck your dick if you do."
His eyes got real big. "Right there, in the theater??"
I nodded, trying to look sensual.
"Can we get the same deal?" someone behind me asked.
I turned to see three more boys. Mark spoke up.
"These are my friends. We're all here together, and I'd hate to leave them.
I don't mind sharing, though. That is, if it's OK with you, Tiffany."
I swallowed. What had I gotten myself into this time?
"It's OK with me. We can go to the movie at the end of the mall here."
So the five of us bought tickets and went inside. Mark was nice
enough to pay for me all by himself. What a gentleman. I looked back once
and saw Suzy following from a discreet distance. The theater was almost
empty and we all sat in the back row. Once the movie started, I got down
on my knees in front of Mark. His friends stood guard as lookouts on each 
side. I quickly got him off and tried to wipe my face while the boys
changed positions. One by one, I sucked all of their cocks. I was too
scared to even think about how disgusting all of this was. All I wanted to
do was get this over with as quickly as possible. Finally, I finished with
the last boy and told them I had to go get cleaned up.
"Thanks, Tiffany." Mark said. "You can go to the movies with me any time."
I hurried to the ladies room and splashed water on my face. Thank
goodness I was the only one in there. As I wiped the sperm off my face the 
door opened. My heart almost stopped, but it was only Suzy. I started
breathing again, and tried to get the gook out of my hair.
"Tiffy-Poo, you have a lot to learn about flirting. I told you to find one
boy, not four boys."
"I didn't know he had friends."
"I wanted you to act like a flirt, not like a slut. There IS a difference." 
"Well, I'm new at this. I haven't been a girl for very long."
"It sure didn't take you very long to suck their cocks, though, did it? You
couldn't have been in there for ten minutes. You've become a very 
accomplished cocksucker in the past month, haven't you?"
"Leave me alone!" I shouted. "I did what you told me to do. And more. You
wanted me to humiliate myself, and I did it."
She slapped me across the face.
"Don't ever shout at me, you little bitch. Now apologize to me or I will go
out there and announce to everyone who you are. Maybe those boys would like
to come back for seconds with a famous movie star."
I calmed down in a hurry.
"Please don't. You can't do that to me. I'm sorry."
"It would be an awful shame if your boyfriend found out about this, wouldn't
it?"
"Susan, please don't tell Roger. Please don't tell anyone. I was just
trying
to do what you wanted."
"Then let's go home. We'll see what Mom and Dad think of their baby girl."
Suzy took me home and made me kneel at her feet while she told Mom 
of my misadventure in the theater.
"Four boys, Tiffany? I think you need to learn some discipline." Mom said.
"As in bondage and discipline."
Whatever that meant. For a movie star, I was awfully naive in those days.
"Do you think she's ready for that, Mom? You know how these teeny-boppers
are. She's just boy-crazy."
"We'll have to see what Roger thinks about this. He's the jealous type, you
know. I don't think he'd like to share Tiffany with one other boy, let alone
four. Yes, it would be an awful shame if Roger finds out about this. Heaven
only knows what he might do to our little girl."
Now not only was I an accomplished cocksucker, but I had a jealous boyfriend.


PART 18: DISCOVERED! 

That night, Mom came in to put me to bed as usual. But this time she
took from of the weird stuff Cindy had given me from one of my dressers.
"Hold out your wrists, sweetie."
I complied and she snapped the wrist cuffs on me.
"What are you doing, Mommy?"
She took a few lengths of cord, and tied each of my wrists to the posts at
the head of the bed. Continuing to ignore me, she did the same with a pair 
of ankle cuffs, and now I was spread-eagled on my canopy bed. I lay there
tied up in just my turquoise nightgown, afraid even to speak.
She sat at the bed next to me, and stroked my face tenderly.
"Darling, you're going to have to learn to be more disciplined. That's why
we got this canopy bed for you in the first place. Now I want you to stay 
here nice and quiet all night. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Are those ropes nice and comfy?"
I nodded my head, hoping she didn't have anything else in mind. To my relief
she kissed me on the cheek, whispered "Good night", and turned out the light.
Tired and humiliated, I fell asleep despite being tied up like this.
The next morning, Mom came in to untie me.
"Guess what, sweetie? Daddy and I are going to spend the rest of the long
weekend in Santa Barbara, and Suzy's going to stay here and watch the house.
"Just me and Susan here for the next two days?" There was no telling what
kind of trouble she could cause for me.
"No, there's more good news. Roger wants to see you again, so we told him
you could have the beach house in Santa Monica today and tomorrow. I'll pack
some clothes and things, and Suzy will give you a ride over there. Isn't 
that wonderful?"
I stopped stretching my arms and legs.
"Mommy, you want me to spend the whole weekend alone in the beach house with
a boy?"
"Well, you do like him, don't you? And you've been out with him before, 
haven't you?"
"But not for two whole days! He'll find out I'm not really a girl."
"Darling, for your sake, I hope not. Now, come on, I have to do your hair.
I'm sure you'll want to look your best for him."
My hair was finally starting to straighten out, and Mom tied most
of it back in a pretty French braid. The rest of it framed my face in curls.
She remarked that the pink ribbon in my hair matched the one around my cock.
That's my Mom. She thinks of everything, doesn't she?
For some reason Mom insisted that I wear crotchless panties this weekend.
I wore a simple white sun dress, and Mom packed some more clothes and a lot
more stuff Cindy had given me. She didn't even let me see most of it, but
I didn't plan on using any of it anyway.
Roger showed up at noon. I curtsied, and he gave me a French kiss 
right in front of my mother.
"Oh, that's so cute." she said. "Roger, it's nice to see you again. Well,
you children have a good time this weekend."
Mom and Dad left, and Suzy drove us over to the beach house. I had spent
weekends here in the past, but never under these circumstances. Roger was
kind enough to carry my bag of bondage stuff inside. Who says chivalry 
is dead? 
As soon as Suzy drove off, Roger grabbed me and kissed me again.
"You look hot, Tiffany. Come on, we've got some lost time to make up for."
"What's the rush, Roger? We have all weekend."
He opened up my bag and started taking out the sex toys Cindy had given me.
Examining one item after another, he flashed an evil grin at me.
"I love it. Your hair is in bondage, and soon the rest of you will be, too!"
"Roger, I don't know if that's such a good idea."
He waved a pair of handcuffs at me.
"Come on, your Mom told me you were into bondage. Turn around and put your 
hands behind your back." he ordered me.
I did as he said, and I heard the snap of the cuffs locking into place, and
felt the cold steel around my wrists. Mom had really fixed me this time.
"Don't worry, I've got the key right here." he said, showing it to me. "But
now I think it's time I saw what you've got under that dress."
I was about ready to panic.
"Roger, no! We can't do that. I can't do that with you!"
"What do you think you are, some kind of princess? I think you've teased me 
long enough, Tiffany."
I sank to my knees. "I'll give you a blowjob. Even better than last time."
I looked up at him expectantly with my mouth open, hoping for a miracle.
But he shoved a penis gag in my mouth, and tied it around my head.
"You can suck on that all you want. Later on you can suck on me. But first
things first."
He backed me over to the sofa, pulled up my dress, and went for my panties.
"Hmm, crotchless underwear. How convenient. For all of your playing hard
to get, looks like you wanted some action after all."
Then he took a good look at me.
"What the hell-"
He pulled my panties off and stared at my penis, adorned in its pink ribbon.
"You bastard!" he screamed, pulling me to my feet.
I didn't bother to try to say anything through my gag. If I were him, I'd
want to beat the crap out of me now, too. Helpless, I looked down in shame 
as he let my dress fall. So I never saw the punch coming. He hit me on the
side of the jaw. Decked me. I was still seeing stars when he threw me over
the sofa and started lubricating my anus.
"At least you're good for something." he said, and I felt him start forcing
himself inside me. As I regained my senses I tried to squirm, but it was
too late. He raped me, going in and out, hurting me as much as he could.
I cried, and screamed into the gag, but he just went on until he got tired
of fucking me. Finally he pulled out and left me crumpled on the sofa.
I tried to block out the pain in my jaw and the pain in my ass. All I wanted
was for him to leave me alone and not hurt me any more. But he yanked me to 
my feet by my braid and marched me outside onto the front patio. He threw
me down onto a chaise lounge and ordered me to stay there.
I lay back on the lounge, my arms crushed beneath me, tears streaming
down my face, and fear in my eyes as I looked up at him.
"Are you afraid I'll hit you again, faggot? Are you afraid someone will see
you with that gag in your mouth? Would you like to suck my cock now? Do you
want to lick your shit off it?"
I sobbed and looked away. He went back inside for a moment, but then came
back. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then shoved me back down.
"Now you don't have to look at me or anything else. And you can't see if
any of your neighbors are watching you, little faggot boy. I'm going to take
a shower now, so I'll be nice and clean when I fuck you again. But you 
better not move a muscle. When I come back here, you'd better be exactly
where I left you? Understand, sissy boy?"
I sniveled and nodded my head. He didn't say anything else, but I heard him
walk away. Here I was, blindfolded, gagged and helpless, crying and hoping 
none of my neighbors decided to stop by and say hello.

PART 19: UNDER THE BOARDWALK 

I lost all track of time lying on the lounge handcuffed, gagged and
blindfolded. But I had plenty of time to think about Roger and what he had
done to me. After awhile I heard him come outside, and I felt him take the
gag out of my mouth.
"Do you have any plans for the afternoon, gorgeous?"
"What...what are you going to do?"
"Well. Now that I know what you are, I think we can have a lot of fun 
together this weekend."
I couldn't see him, so I didn't know if he was still mad at me. But he
sounded like he had calmed down, so I had to ask the burning question.
"Roger, you're gay, aren't you?"
He laughed so loudly I was afraid he would attract the neighbors.
"Did you figure that out all by yourself, Sherlock? And here I thought you
were just another dumb blonde. Lucky for you I'm bisexual. I like both
boys and girls, but mostly boys. Especially cute little faggots like you!"
But if you're bisexual, how can you call me that?"
"Because, princess, in this relationship you are most definitely the girl.
And I will do whatever I want with you. And right now, I want you to get
cleaned up and fix your hair. We're going for a long walk along the beach.
And if you're a good girl, we may end up together under the boardwalk."
"You want to go out with me? Here?"
"That's the whole idea, faggot. I live in this town, and I want everyone
to notice me with a pretty girl. See, no one knows I like boys. I can't
have
anyone know that. That's where you come in. You're going to be my
girlfriend, and people are going to see us making out on the beach."
Roger took the blindfold off me, and I could see that he had showered
and changed. His hair was still wet, parted on the left and brushed back.
His suntanned face looked even more handsome against his white windbreaker.
To look at him, it was hard to believe what he had done to me. He untied
me and told me to hurry up and get ready.
A few minutes later we headed out down the beach, and I could see it
was deserted. The water was too cold to swim in this time of year, and since
the bay had become polluted only the surfers would go in the water after it
had rained. So I was lucky for once. After a few blocks, Roger took me up 
on the boardwalk, where kids were hanging out. We got more than a few stares
from onlookers. Me in my sundress, mostly. Roger held my hand as we walked
along. If you didn't know better, you'd think we were a cute couple.
As we went on, the boardwalk became more crowded, and when we crossed
in front of a concession stand, Roger suddenly took me in his arms and gave
me a French kiss. I almost fainted on the spot. Then all the blood rushed
to my head and I could feel myself turn red. After all the sex I had been
having lately, I was surprised anything could make me blush. But people
whistled and laughed at us, which only made things worse.
"Why...why did you do that?", I whispered.
"I know a couple of the guys over there." he said. "And they're going to be
jealous of me being out with a babe like you. Now wiggle when you walk.
You're supposed to be a girl, remember?"
I could see he was right. There were a lot of boys gawking at me. I tried 
to ignore them and kept on walking the best girlish walk I could manage. We 
went past the rest rooms and down toward the end of the boardwalk. The crowd

thinned out, and once again the beach was deserted by the time we reached the

end of the boardwalk.
"Come on." Roger said. "Let's go down under the boardwalk."
I followed him down under the boardwalk, dreading what might happen next. I
glanced around, but there was no one but the two of us here.
"Back at the house, you offered to suck my cock. I accept your offer." He
pulled off his pants, and sat on a towel in front of me.
I quickly knelt in front of him, and starting licking his balls. I took his
cock in my mouth and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. He grabbed my
braid and rocked my head back and forth, in and out, and soon it was over.
His cum spurted into my mouth, and some of it leaked out down my chin. As I
had been taught, I licked his cock clean, and kissed it.
"Wow! You've been practicing, haven't you?"
I didn't dare mention my experience at the movie theater. I just wiped my 
face on the towel.
"Let's get back to the house, faggot." he said. "This weekend is going to
be even better than I thought."
We walked the length of the boardwalk again, with him parading me in 
front of his friends and neighbors. At least he wasn't going to kiss me this
time, not after I had sucked his cock. He didn't want that taste in his
mouth. That was only for cocksuckers like me. Even so, I felt like I was 
on display as I pranced along, his trophy. If only they knew what 
I was, and who I was. But no one said anything to us, and I breathed a sigh 
of relief as we neared the other end of the boardwalk. We were almost home.
"Let's go down to the beach." he said to me.
I knew better than to argue with him, so I went down to the base of the 
boardwalk. I started to ask why when he grabbed me, dragged me under the
boardwalk and threw me face-down in the sand.
Startled, I turned to look up at him. "I'll do whatever you want, you know 
that. Please, you don't have to hurt me."
"I don't want to hurt you. I just want to have some fun wrestling with 
you." He twisted my arm behind my back and shoved my face into the sand.
"You're such a cute little faggot that it isn't as much fun without a 
struggle."
I got a mouthful of sand, and when I tried to spit it out, he pulled me up 
to my feet by my braid and threw me down on my back. I kept trying to wipe
my mouth and he sat on my stomach. I looked up at him, no longer in fear,
but now more confused than ever. What did he want?
"Roger, I-"
He cut me off abruptly, sticking his hand over my mouth and roughly shoving
my head to the side.
"I don't want you to talk any more, Tiffany. I want you to be my slave girl
for the rest of the weekend, OK?"
I nodded my head. I thought I already was his slave.
"When I first met you I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen.
Then I started thinking about it. Why is a girl your age living in Archer
Manor? Then you turn out to be a boy. How do you explain this, Tiffany?
Or should I call you Johnny? No, you're much too cute to be a boy. Tiffany
is a good name for a slut like you."
I wanted to cry. He had me, and he could tell everyone about me.
Then he got up, turned me over on my stomach, and pulled up my dress. 
I made no objection when he spread my legs and lubricated my asshole. Like 
a good little slut, I raised my ass to accomodate him. He was hard already, 
and quickly plunged into me. I winced as he stretched me, working his way in

and out, and finally he had his release.
He got up and stood over me as I lay in the sand in the fetal
position, my warm tears dripping into the cool sand.
"Get up, Tiffany, we have to go home now."
I lay shivering in the sand. My ass was sore, my hair was in my eyes, and 
I didn't want to move.
He kicked sand in my face, then grabbed my hair again. I ached from being
thrown around by my hair, so I struggled to my feet. I tried to smooth
out my dress, but there was sand everywhere.
"From now on, you will do anything to please me. You will jump when I tell
you to do something. You got that?"
"Yes, Roger." I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Then let's go back to the house. We need to try out that bondage stuff
you brought with you."



PART 20: PIZZA TO GO 

Back at the house he wasted no time securing my wrists behind me with
leather cuffs, then made me kneel on the thin carpet.
"You brought lots of neat stuff with you, Tiffany. Your mom thinks of
everything doesn't she?"
"Yes, Roger. You could say that." 
"Would you like to wash your mouth out, faggot?"
"Yes, Roger." This time with more enthusiasm.
He placed a cereal bowl against the wall on the far side of the room.
"Then push that bowl over here with your nose. I'll go get some water."
I looked up at him in amazement. I had to push a bowl with my nose?? But
I remembered I belonged to him today, so I tried to crawl over to it. And
I couldn't even crawl until I hitched up my dress with my bound hands. Then 
I crawled across the room, pushed it away from the wall with my nose, and
rested for a moment.
Roger had returned with a pitcher of water and a Polaroid camera.
Slowly but surely, I shoved the bowl forward across the floor with camera
flashes going off all the while. I finally shoved it in front of him, and
even though I was out of breath, I used the last of my strength to kiss both
of his feet.
"You're learning, faggot." he said, and filled the bowl with water. "Now
drink up."
"But Roger, my hands are tied."
"You'll have to find a way. If you don't want the water I'll take it away."
This was just one more humiliation, but it wasn't half as bad as some of the
other things he had done to me, so I plopped my face in the water, and 
slurped it up as best I could. After a while, it quenched my thirst, and
the water felt good against my face. When I was done, he placed leather 
cuffs around my ankles and hogtied me.
"I have to go out to visit some friends now, Tiffany. I've got to go brag
about that hot little fox they saw me with on the beach. You don't mind,
do you?"
"Roger, are you going to leave me like this?"
"No, cutie, I'm going to gag you first, so you don't get any silly ideas
about screaming for help. Not that you'd really want to, all dressed up
like the sissy you are."
"But how long do I have to stay like this?"
"Until I get back, stupid. I have to tell my friends about you. That's
something boys do, talk about their girlfriends. I wouldn't expect you to
know anything about that."
I gasped as he stuck a penis gag in my mouth and tied it in place.
"I know this is rude of me to bring you up here and then leave you alone like
this, but I'll be back in a few hours. My friends and I are going to have
lunch first. Maybe I'll invite some of them up here to meet you!" He kissed
me on the cheek and slammed the door as he left.
And so I lay there on the floor hogtied and gagged. My ass was sore
and I had sand in every crevice of my body. I ached and I was exhausted, and

now it would be hours before he came back from lunch. He and his friends
would be laughing as he bragged about me, and then he might bring some of
them back with him. Were his friends straight or gay? What would they do
to me? Would he tell them who I was? I was scared and now I was hungry, 
too. After having people wait on me and seeing to my every whim on movie
sets, I was now tired, hungry and helpless to do anything about my 
predicament. So there I was, the big shot movie star, silently praying that
this little nobody Roger would like me enough not to hurt me any more than he

already had.
The hours passed, and eventually the door opened. I turned my head
and saw Roger come in. I didn't see anyone else, and I didn't hear any

voices. He took my gag off, and wiped the drool from my face.
"Did you miss me, faggot?"
"Yes, Roger." I gasped.
He undid the hogtie, and my arms and legs slowly straightened out. I was
sore and stiff all over. 
"My friends wanted to know all about you. In fact, they all wanted to get
into your panties. Wouldn't they be surprised at what they found?"
"You didn't bring any of them with you?" I asked, fearing the worst.
"No, of course not. You blondes really are dumb. I don't want to share you 
with my friends."
He took the cuffs off my wrists and ankles, and I sat on the floor, trying
to rub the stiffness away. 
"I don't know about you, sweetie, but I'm hungry. It's past 6 o'clock. Do
you feel like having dinner?"
I was starving. I ached so much that I had fogotten how hungry I was.
"I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, Roger. I'm really hungry."
"Of course. I'll send out for a pizza. Since you're in such a hurry, maybe 
I can get a rush delivery from a pizza place I know. Meanwhile, get cleaned 
up for dinner. No offense, sweetie, but you really look like a mess."
I stepped into the shower, and the warm water felt good against my
naked body. I had wrapped a towel around my hair, and I relaxed as the 
water splashed across my face and ran down my chest. After I had dried 
myself off, I fluffed up my curls and got into a pink sleeveless romper. I 
hoped Roger would approve. I walked out into the living room and modeled my 
new clothes for him.
"Nice outfit, faggot. Now get down on your hands and knees over here."
I sighed and did as he told me. But he didn't even get off the sofa. He 
just rested his legs across my back and turned on the television with the
remote control. He was using me for a footrest!
"I sent out for a pizza, and I told them to send over their horniest delivery
boy, because we had a girl here who would suck his cock if he could deliver 
the pizza in twenty minutes."
I couldn't believe it. "You promised me to a pizza delivery boy?"
"I thought you were hungry. I was just trying to get better service."
"Thank you, Roger." I said, hoping he wouldn't notice the sarcasm.
"Well, it's been 18 minutes, so I think you're in the clear."
Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Yes!" Roger shouted, pumping his fist in the air. I groaned.
"Get up. We've got company." He said, running to the door.
He opened the door, and there was a teen-aged boy holding a pizza.
"Here's your pizza, that'll be $12.95, and it was 19 minutes. I think I
broke every traffic law in the state getting over here."
"Well, it will be worth it." Roger said, paying him and pointing at me. "This

is Tiffany."
I curtsied and smiled as best I could.
The kid looked suspicious. "But she's just a little girl."
"But she gives great blow jobs." Roger countered. "Trust me."
I took the delivery boy by the hand and led him into the bedroom. As I had
him sit on the bed I could see his cock was bulging through his pants. He
must have gotten a hard on driving over here. He nearly ripped his underwear
trying to get it off, and I started sucking on him. He was bigger than Roger
but not as large as Brian. It took a couple of minutes, but I had another
satisfied customer, catching every drop of his cum.
The kid got dressed and called to Roger, "I see what you mean."
"Thanks for getting over here so quick. Tiffany is really hungry."
"I can see that." he told Roger as he left, "If you ever want another pizza, 
just ask for Rich. I'll be happy to bring it over for free. I work on 
weekends."
That was nice of him. Now I knew the name of the guy whose cock I had
just sucked.
"Tiffany, I want to watch television, and I need my footstool."
"Yes, Roger." I was starving, and now I had to serve as a piece of furniture
while he ate dinner. The aroma of the pizza was driving me crazy. 
Fortunately, he was hungry too, so it only took him five minutes to eat half 
of the pizza.
"Ok, faggot, you can wash your mouth out, and then come back here with your
wrist cuffs."
A couple of minutes later, I was cleaned up and my hands were cuffed
behind me. Roger sat me on the couch next to him and French kissed me.
"How does the pizza taste?" he asked.
"It's delicious." I said, licking my lips. "May I please have some?"
He had saved me half of the pizza, and he fed it to me, bite by bite. I had
to kiss him passionately to earn my share of the pizza, but eventually he 
let me finish the pizza. Then, after serving as his footrest for an hour,
he put me to bed. Actually, I didn't make it to the bed. He bound my ankles
with the cuffs up to a table leg, and left me to spend the night face down
on the floor. It's not like he didn't care about me. He kissed me 
goodnight, and reminded me not to make a sound of he'd beat the Hell out of 
me. It was just as well, though. I was afraid he'd make me sleep with him, 
and I was already sore enough. But what would he do with me tomorrow? 

PART 21: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR 

The next day Roger had me wear my pink romper again. Aparently he
liked that dress on me more than he had let on. After I sucked his cock he
let me eat a couple of slices of toast off the floor. Then he dragged me off

to go visit the zoo with him.
He treated me like I was a boy most of the time, which was OK with
me except for the roughhousing. He loved to throw me around, and twist my
arms behind my back. He was stronger than I was, and I didn't dare defend
myself. Finally he wrestled me over to the monkey cage and pressed my face
between the bars.
"Come on, monkeys." he yelled. "Tiffany wants to kiss you."
"Roger." I whispered. "I'm supposed to be a girl, remember? We shouldn't be 
fighting with each other."
The monkeys ignored us, and Roger gave up.
"Yeah, you're right, I almost forgot. Well, if the monkeys don't want to
kiss you I'll have to do it myself."
Then he French kissed me in front of the monkey cage. There weren't many
people in the zoo, and everyone ignored us. To them we looked normal.
Next we visited the malt shop for lunch. Except that Roger told me
that my stomach was upset, so I would only drink water while he had lunch.
So I listened to my stomach growl while he had a double cheeseburger, fries
and a chocolate shake.
"I have to eat because I'm a growing boy." he told me. "You girls are

supposed to watch your weight. You are supposed to be a girl, aren't you?"
I was about to say something when I saw him wave to someone. I turned to
see a couple of girls stop by our booth, and Roger invited them to join us.
Just what I needed. To meet girls while dressed like this.
"Tiffany, this is Karen and Alicia. They go to school with me."
We exchanged introductions and Roger excused himself to go to the restroom.
"Tiffany, I love your French braid. Did you do it yourself?"
"Uh no, my Mom did it."
"It's really nice. Is your hair naturally curly?"
"No, I had a bad perm a few weeks ago, and I haven't been able to do much
with my hair since then."
That got both of them started talking about their bad experiences with their
hair, and I had to listen to them complain about every bad haircut they'd 
had in their lives. Then they went on about their boyfriends, and who was
dating whom at their school. I was so sick of listening to female gossip
that I was about ready to shoot myself when Roger came back and rescued me.
"I just thought the three of you would like to share some girl talk
while I was gone." he told me after the girls had left.
"Those two are bimbos. All they care about is their hair, their fingernails,
and their boyfriends."
"And what do you care about, besides me, your hair, and your nails?"
I didn't know how to answer, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
"I thought so, bimbo. That's all you care about, too."
"Why you -" I started, my anger rising.
"What are you going to do, sweetie? What do you do when you get mad? Are 
you going to stamp your little foot?" 
I didn't dare say anything else, so I changed the subject.
"Roger, could I please have something to eat?"
"Let's go home, then. I have a feeling there's going to be a pizza with
your name on it when we get back to the beach house."
"Do I have to do that again?"
"You can't just sit around looking pretty, babe. You're going to have to 
work for your dinner."
Roger made me wait until he ordered the pizza. First he tied
me up with clothesline, with my hands in front of me. My wrists were bound,
and he tied several coils of rope above and below my phony breasts to pin my
arms to my sides. Then he used more line to tie my ankles, knees and thighs
together. He buckled a penis gag in my mouth, and blindfolded me. Finally,
he made me lie face up on the ground, and tied my ankles to a section
of a fence that was three feet off the ground.
"Unless you want to spend the rest of the afternoon and all night out there,
you're going to have to get out of that yourself, faggot. It would be an
awful shame if you're still out there when I order the pizza tonight." He
laughed, and I then I heard him go back inside and slam the door.
It was chilly in the shade, and the ground was cold against my back
in my romper. I lay there on the ground, hoping he was teasing me, and he'd
come back and untie me. If he left me here, a neighbor might come by and
see me like this. I couldn't see, and with my legs up in the air, I couldn't
even get up. 
After a few minutes, I figured he was serious, and I managed to reach
my hands up around my head and slip the blindfold off. Now I could see what
I was doing. I couldn't reach the knots that bound my wrists, so I had to 
get the gag out of my mouth. After a lot of straining and squirming, I was
able to unbuckle my gag, and I spit it out. 
"Roger, please let me go!" I called to him. I didn't want to yell, for fear
of alerting a neighbor. But if he heard me at all, he ignored me.
So I had to gnaw on the knot that held my wrists. It took half an hour, but

I loosened it, and was able to pull on the rope with my teeth and unwind it.
But after unwinding several loops of ropes, I found another knot that held
fast. I was so tired that I wanted to cry.
I rested for a few minutes, and then spent another half-hour tugging
on the rope with my teeth. Finally, it came free. The circulation came back
to my wrists and they hurt something awful. I almost wished he had used hand
cuffs on me. Now I had to sit up and grab the rope that tied my ankles to
the fence. Once I got free of the fence, I could sit on the ground and untie
my thighs, knees and ankles. Finally I was free, sort of. I knocked on the
door and begged him to let me in.
He opened the door. "Are you going to be a good little girl if I let you
in?"
"Yes, Roger. I'll be a good little girl."
He let me in. "Put your gag and blindfold back on, and rest on the bed 
inside." he commanded me.
Exhuasted, I picked up the gag and blindfold, and went inside. I blindfolded
and gagged myself and slumped on the bed.
"It only took you two and a half hours. Maybe next time I'll have to tie you
up a lot tighter. Cindy wouldn't be very proud of me that you got out so
quickly."
Soon the delivery boy showed up. This time, he wasn't hesistant at
all. He dropped the pizza off with Roger, who waved him into the bedroom
with me. He undid my gag and had me on my knees in seconds,sucking his boner.

"Gotta run." he said as soon as we were done. "See you next time."
As soon as I could collect myself, I got up and went out to see Roger. With
one hand on a slice of pizza, he used his free hand to drag me down to the
floor, then rested his feet on my face. Then he savored his pizza while I
lay on my back looking up at him. This guy was not a fun date.
When he finally finished half of the pizza, he made me give him a
blowjob. Then, and only then was I allowed to eat the rest of the pizza.
He left it on the floor, and I had to gnaw at it. By then I was so hungry
I would have eaten the box. It was cold by the time I finished it.
It was evening when Suzy came by to pick us up.
"Did you kids have fun this weekend?" she asked in a cheerful manner.
"You bet we did!" Roger said.
Suzy and Roger looked at me expectantly.
"Yes, Susan." I said, somewhat more subdued than Roger. 
"That's wonderful." she said, "I'm sure you'll have the chance to do this
again some time."
I hoped not, and Suzy drove us back home, with Roger groping me the whole
way in the back seat. She dropped Roger off first, and then we went home.
Whew! I was safe now. Mom had waited up for me, and I ran over to 
her.
"Mommy, Roger raped me! First under the boardwalk, and then in the house. 
And he let the delivery boy use me, too!"
"Sweetie, you look fine to me. And when you go away with a boy for a weekend
what do you expect?"
"But Mommy, he knows who I am. He figured out that I'm really Johnny
Archer."
"You WERE Johnny." she corrected me. "Now you're Tiffany, and if you're
extra nice to him, maybe he won't tell anyone."
I could see this was no use. I wasn't getting anywhere.
"Mommy, could I go to bed now? My rear end hurts something awful because of
what Roger did to me." I said, hoping maybe I would get some sympathy.
"Yes, dear. You need your rest, so I'll put you to bed and tie you up right 
now. But starting tomorrow, you're going to wear a butt plug so you'll get 
used to it. That way, having sex with Roger won't hurt so much." 
"Yes, Mommy." I didn't dare say anything else. No matter what I did, Mom
would twist it to my disadvantage.
The next morning, after I had dressed, Mom bent me over a chair and
stuck a butt plug inside me. I think she really enjoyed it. The she tied
a pink ribbon around the end of it to match the one around my cock. This way
anyone could tell at a glance that I had the butt plug inside me.
Cindy arrived with another gift for me, as usual. It looked like a
sleeve, but for both arms. She called it an arm binder, and had me 
demonstrate its use for my mother. Cindy had me put my hands into it behind
my back, then laced it together really tight until my elbows nearly touched.
It was very uncomfortable, and it made my padded chest stick out further as
I had to lean forward. Mom smiled her approval, and told her to have me
wear it for the entire lesson today.
Then Cindy had me tell her about my wild weekend before she would 
teach the lesson. I told here all the gory details, figuring she'd hear
about it from Roger anyway.
"So now you're really a girl." she said, patting me on my butt.
It was hard enough to concentrate on math without being constantly reminded
of that damn plug inside me. 
"Cindy, how can you afford to keep buying all of these gifts for me. Don't
you think I have enough bondage stuff already?"
"You little silly. Your mother's reimbursing me for everything. She told
me to pick up whatever I think would be right for you. She really cares
about you, doesn't she?"
Of course. I should have known. Mom was behind everything. And when the 
lesson was over, Mom had some more news for me.
"Darling, we need to do something about your hair. Your hair is getting in
your eyes, and that perm is just about gone. I think you need to start 
seeing a hairdresser on a weekly basis." 
"Yes, Mommy." At least I'd be rid of that awful perm.
"You need a new look. Little girls look cute with their hair parted in the
middle, don't you think?"
"Yes, Mommy. I think I'd look much better that way."
"Good, because I've made an appointment for you in thirty minutes."
"Is Cindy going to take me there?"
"No, Cindy is too busy to be taking you everywhere, so we've decided to hire
a part-time chauffeur to take you to the hairdresser. But he's a friend of
Cindy. I'll introduce you." She led me outside and I stopped in my tracks
when I saw him. It was Brian.
"Tiffany, this is Brian."
"Good morning, Tiffany! It's nice to meet you."
I was speechless.
"Tiffany, you had better answer him."
"It's nice to meet you too, Brian." I blurted out, and curtsied.
Mom went back inside, leaving me alone with the man who had first
molested me. 
"Small world, huh, kid?" he said, grinning broadly at me. "Cindy told me 
you'd rather kiss my dick than kiss her, so she recommended me for this job.
I'm flattered, faggot, and I won't disappoint you."

PART 22: MAID TO ORDER 

I didn't say a word to Brian. I just climbed into the back seat of
the station wagon. We drove off, but before we had gone very far, he pulled
over to the side of the road. 
"Why are we stopping?" I asked as he got into the seat beside me.
"Well, Tiffany, your parents aren't paying me very much to serve as your
chauffeur. But we have the understanding that the job does include a certain
fringe benefit."
Now what could that be? I made a face, but remained silent.
"In exchange for me giving you a ride, you will do what you do best." he
said, unzipping his pants.
"Yes, Brian." I said, resigned to my fate. I had already been sold for a
pizza, why not for a taxi?
A few minutes later, we were on the road again, with me wiping my
face. And I had to go to the hairdresser every week.
"I wish you had told me about this, Brian. I would have brought some
mouthwash along."
"Don't bother, faggot." he called out to me. "The hairdresser's got the 
same deal. He's agreed to do your hair for free. Well, sort of."
Oh, great. Now I was going to be sold for a haircut.
The hairdresser was a nice, sweet man named Mr. Edward who thought I 
was just adorable. And he kept telling me so before, during, and after I 
sucked his cock. But he let me clean myself up when he was done with me, 
and he did a wonderful job on my hair. He shaped my hair, parted it in the 
middle, brushed it back on the sides, and gave it a shag look. It was a 
million times better than the perm I had. All I had to do was sit there in 
the beauty parlor staring at myself under the hair dryer, and I ended up 
looking beautiful. None of the women ever suspected I was anything but a 
girl.
Brian took me straight home, with no stops (thank goodness). Even he
complimented me on my new hairdo. Mom fussed over me, and made me twirl
around so she could take a good look at me. Then Mrs. Duggan came in.
"Mrs. Archer, when you're done with the little fairy princess, I'll need to
talk to you about ordering things for the Christmas party."
It was bad enough that I had been made up as a girl, molested and humiliated
day after day, and now Brian was back to use me every week. To top it all 
off this stupid maid was making fun of me.
"The servants shouldn't be allowed to talk about me that way. Why can't we
fire her? She's always hated me."
"Now, Tiffany, you apologize to Mrs. Duggan. She's been with us for years,
and she works very hard."
It figured. My mother was on her side. But I didn't care.
"No! She's an ugly, nasty old woman, and I won't apologize. She's only a
maid. She's nobody, and we can always get another maid."
"I don't have to listen to this little sissy brat." Mrs. Duggan said. "I
have too much work to do anyway. If you want to replace me, go ahead. I 
quit!"
Mom ran after her. "Wait, I'm sure we can work something out. I can get
you some help, and I'll make sure Tiffany treats you with the proper 
respect."
"I don't know." Mrs. Duggan said. "How can you do that?"
The two of them left the room for a few minutes, and when they 
returned, Mom was carrying the arm binder and a riding crop. I was still
angry, but now I was scared. It looked like they had made up. Then Mom
turned me around and laced me into the arm binder. Whn she was done, it was
so tight that I practically had to bend over. Then she led me over to where
Mrs. Duggan sat in a chair, and threw me over her lap. Mrs. Duggan lifted 
my skirt and pulled down my panties.
"You better not hit me." I said, trying to turn to glare at her.
She waved the riding crop in front of me and then shoved my face back down. 
"You're going to learn some manners today, sissy." Then she pulled my
panties down and hit me. I yelled at her as she hit me a dozen times.
Now tears were running down my face as I cried out for my mother. 
Finally Mom came back into the room.
"Tiffany, what is all this commotion about?"
"Mommy, she's beating me. Make her stop." I sniveled.
"I know she's beating you. You deserve a beating for what you said to
her. But we've agreed that she will stay on here if you help her with her
work. Now you will be her servant, so that you may learn what it is like to
serve others. And I want you to keep quiet while she finishes your beating.
You can cry and moan and groan all you want, but I do not want to see you
open your mouth. If you do, I will gag you, and then I will beat you
myself.
Is that clear?"
I nodded my head, and no sooner than I did, the maid resumed beating my
naked and swollen ass. As much as it hurt, at least I felt safer with my
mother supervising my beating. By herself, Mrs. Duggan might try to kill
me.
She must have hit me forty times before Mom decided I had enough.
She
picked me up and threw me on my knees in front of Mrs.Duggan.
"Now Tiffany, don't you want to apologize to Mrs. Duggan?"
There were tears streaming down my face and my ass felt like it was on fire.
I nodded my head but I couldn't even look up at that evil bitch. No sooner
had I had mumbled my apology than Mom picked me up and dragged me upstairs.
She threw me face down on my canopy bed.
"Darling, do you think you might have been better off if you had said you 
were sorry the first time I asked you to?"
"Yes, Mommy." I mumbled.
"Well, I hope you have learned to be nice to her, because she is now in
charge of your discipline. From now on, she will beat you as much as she
pleases. Now we have agreed that she won't draw any blood or do any
permanent damage. But all that means is that she won't hit you in the same

place twice in a row. And don't expect any help from me."
Mom quickly placed the familiar leather cuffs on my and tied me spread-
eagled on the bed, face down.
"I'm tying you face down so that sore little butt of yours won't hurt so
much. And I'm only doing that because you're my little baby girl. Next
time you won't get off so easily." 
"Thank you, Mommy."
She kissed me good night and closed the door behind her. It was early 
afternoon, and she had put me to bed without lunch or dinner. And she had
left the butt plug in me for the whole night. But maybe that was just as
well: It would hurt too much to take it out now. I laid awake for hours,
thinking about my new status in this house. I belonged to the maid whenever
she was here. That meant I was going to be her slave five days a week.
And she hated me even more than I hated her. 


PART 23: DOMESTIC ABUSE 

The next morning, Mom had another surprise for me. I was so hungry
that I had hurried through my shower and fixed myself up when I saw that she
hadn't laid out any clothes for me except my usual frilly underwear. When I
came downstairs in my bra, panties and stockings, Mom handcuffed my hands
behind me and pointed at a bowl of water on the floor.
I just looked at her. 
"Drink up, sweetie. I'm sure you must be thirsty after yesterday."
"But Mommy, why can't I have my regular breakfast? I'm so hungry."
"I'll put your oatmeal in the microwave right now. In the meanwhile, drink
the water. You did it for Roger, didn't you?"
So I knelt next to the bowl and started lapping up the water. Soon Mom 
placed a bowl of steaming oatmeal next to it.
"Be careful, dear, the oatmeal is hot."
"Mommy, isn't this going too far? Are you still punishing me for yesterday?"
"No, sweetie. This is the way you are going to eat from now on." And she
went outside. End of discussion.
So now it was up to me to decide whether to eat like a dog or starve. Since
I didn't have any pride left, and everyone had already convinced me I was a
piece of trash, I stuck my face in the oatmeal bowl. It was plain oatmeal.
I didn't even rate a flavor. Even so, I ate so ravenously that I didn't
notice when Mom let Cindy in.
I was startled when I heard her laugh. I looked up at her, the 
oatmeal smeared all over my face.
"Tiffany, your table manners leave something to be desired." she said, as
she helped me up.
"It wasn't my idea." I replied.
"No kidding." she said, wiping my face and leading me into the living room. 
"I've got a few presents for you today."
Mom was already inside, holding up a pink maid's dress, trimmed in lace.
Soon she had me modeling the dress, complete with matching cap, three-inch
pumps, and kneepads. A 12-inch chain between my ankle cuffs hobbled me. 
"You look darling." Mom said. "And that outfit is practical, too. You may
want to wear those kneepads on your dates."
Mom and Cindy both laughed at me as I squirmed and teetered on my high heels.
For the first time I wished my lesson with Cindy would go on forever,
because when it ended I belonged to Mrs. Duggan. But it was over soon 
enough, and she was waiting for me.
"Enjoy your new job." Cindy said, patting me on the head as she left.
"You need to scrub all the bathroom floors today, sissy." Mrs. Duggan said, 
lifting my chin with her riding crop so I had to look up at her.
"Now fill up a pail with water, and leave it in the bathroom down here. Then
do the same for the other three bathrooms. And be quick about it!"
"Yes, Ma'am." I said, wishing we didn't have such a big house with so many
bathrooms. I hurried and placed a pail of water in each bathroom. I was
huffing and puffing by the time I had finished climbing up and down all the
stairs. She was waiting for me with some nylon rope.
"Turn around, princess, and put your hands behind your back."
I meekly complied, and whe bound my wrists so tightly that the ropes bit into
them. As I turned to protest, she shoved a wooden brush in my mouth. It had
a strap on each end, and she tied it around the back of my head.
"Now scrub all of the floors until they're clean. Those ropes stay on you
until you finish, so you'd better hurry."
Then she stuck her foot in my butt, and shoved me so I lost my balance and
went sprawling across the room. She kept laughing as I tried to get back up
on my high heels. I managed to get upright, and wobbled over to the 
dowstairs bathroom. I had never paid attention to how dirty these tiled
floors could get. As I stuck my face in the pail to wet the brush I realized
I was going to be well acquainted with these floors.
It took me fifteen minutes to scrub the whole floor, and this was one
of the smaller bathrooms. I would have finished sooner, but Mrs. Duggan 
snuck up on me and belted my ass with the riding crop. I was so startled
that
I fell forward, landing on my face.
"Faster, princess." she told me. "I want to use this bathroom."
And so I went on to do the basement bathroom and then staggered upstairs on
my high heels with my hands tied behind me. The brush tasted awful, and was
stretching my mouth. I worked on both upstairs bathrooms, and it took me 
nearly an hour to finish. By then the ropes were killing me, and I was a
mess from sticking my face in pails of dirty water. My hair was all 
disheveled, and it was getting in my eyes. Even my knees hurt, despite the
thoughtfully provided kneepads.
As I finished the last bathroom, Mrs. Duggan showed up to inspect my
work.
"Not bad." she said, but indicated the tiles around the toilet bowl which I
couldn't reach with my face. "But you missed a few spots over there."
She grabbed a handful of hair and dunked me in the pail of dirty water. I 
struggled and twisted, but she held me under for a good twenty seconds 
before she pulled me out. I sputtered and choked on the brush handle, trying

to breathe. Finally I was able to catch my breath and look up at her. 
"That's to teach you to do a better job next time, sissy."
I nodded my head and tried to say I was sorry, but only some muffled sounds
came out. She untied me and left me kneeling on the floor. I sat back 
against the wall and rubbed my wrists. They hurt as the circulation returned
to my hands. I was all hot and sweaty, my new hairdo was ruined, dripping 
dirty water on my new dress, and I had to get the brush out of my mouth by
myself. I wondered what trouble I was in now. Would I have to wear another
outfit? Something even more demeaning? Would Brian have to take me back to
the hairdresser? My first day as a maid had not gotten off to a good start.

PART 24: HANGING AROUND AT HOME 

I had washed my face and brushed my hair before I went back 
downstairs, hoping I had made myself look presentable. Mrs. Duggan 
immediately dragged me down to the basement laundry room, and showed me how
to do the laundry. Then I tried to wash a load of laundry without bothering
to separate the white things from the colored things. She took me over her
knee for that. I squirmed and moaned as the riding crop landed on my naked
ass ten times, but I didn't cry out.
She seemed pleased and rewarded me with another chance to finish the 
laundry. But when I tried to add bleach to the colored clothes, she gave me 
another whipping. This time, with my butt already sore, I ended up screaming 
and crying. She threw me on the floor in disgust.
"You aren't very bright, are you princess?"
I didn't dare answer, but the ball gag she stuffed in my mouth made it a moot
point anyway. Quickly my hands were cuffed behind me, as were my ankles.
then she drew my legs up, and tied a rope from the ball gag strap to my 
ankle cuffs. She took out all the slack and left me with my legs bent back
as far as they would go, and my head pulled back by the gag. Finally she
blindfolded me, and I could only listen to the sound of the washing machine.
I stayed there for hours, hearing her return and use the dryer. But
she would not even speak to me. She didn't even want to insult me or hit me,
for which I was grateful. Eventually, Mom came downstairs and untied me.
"Darling, you had better work harder at pleasing Mrs. Duggan."
"I tried, Mommy." 
"But you're going to try harder, aren't you?"
I nodded my head and she pulled me up to my feet and dragged me upstairs. My
legs were stiff and sore, and it was hard to walk on those heels anyway, and
Mom had to hold me up as she pulled me along. When we got to the dining 
room, I saw that Mrs. Duggan had served dinner. She had set two places on 
the table, and placed a dish of food on the floor. Mom slapped the leather
cuffs on my hands again and told me to help myself. Dad smirked as I knelt 
on the floor and tried to eat my mashed potatoes, getting them all over my
nose. At least he knew I still existed. He had barely spoken to me in more
than a month. The food was delicious, at least what I could eat, and I was 
allowed to eat with my parents, such as it was.
But when I had finished eating, Mom wiped my face, treating me like
I was a baby, and set down some new ground rules.
"Darling, Mrs. Duggan is gone for the day, so you belong to me again. And
from now on, you are not allowed to walk on your feet unless I specifically
say so, or you need to go up or down the stairs. If you need to go 
somewhere, you will crawl like a baby. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Good. This rule will apply to you every night, and every weekend unless we
tell you otherwise. During the day you will continue to do whatever Mrs.
Duggan tells you to do. And when you have to handcuff yourself, your hands
go behind your back unless you are told otherwise."
"Yes, Mommy." 
Actually, this wasn't so bad. Crawling on these knee pads was a lot better
than trying to walk on high heels. As long as no one else saw me crawling
around dressed up like a girl, I was going to be better off.
Mom had me change into a pretty white dress, but my hair was such a
mess that she strapped a leather mask over my head. It had a couple of holes
for my nose, but the leather smell almost overpowered me. I tried to breathe
through my mouth, but Mom gave me a penis gag, so I got used to the leather
smell in a hurry. I couldn't see or talk, and I could hardly hear, so she
didn't bother to say anything to me. She just laced me into an arm binder
and marched me downstairs, and shoved me to my knees. She buckled a collar
aound my neck and started pulling on it. I could feel that I was on a leash,
so I crawled as she pulled me along.
Finally, she let me stop, pushed my face down to the floor, and I 
felt a heavy pair of legs land on my back. And stay there. Bent over like a

turtle, I heard the muffled sound of the television through my helmet. My
Dad was watching TV, and once again, I was a footstool.
It was like that all week. Every morning, Mom would inspect my
appearance, paying careful attention to my hair and nails. When she was

satisfied, she'd give me a pat on the butt, both to see how much it hurt, and
to make sure I was wearing a butt plug. Mrs. Duggan would give me the 
dirtiest jobs she could find, all of the chores she didn't want to do. Then 
she would go outside and sit by the pool with my mother. She would always 
find fault with something I did, and she'd beat the crap out of me over and 
over until I cried like a baby. Then I'd be tied up and helpless for the 
rest of the afternoon. Meals were no better. I got to lick my water and 
oatmeal out of a bowl every morning. Lunch (if I got lunch) and dinner were 
eaten off the floor with my hands bound. Cindy would bring me some new 
bondage device she thought would be perfect for me, and she'd tease me about 
my appearance or my latest outfit. She brought me lots of new uniforms, 
both my usual pink, and also black French maid's outfits. And Mom was always

around with a camera or a camcorder to record all of this for posterity.
At night, Mom used me as a decoration. I would be bound, gagged 
and sometimes blindfolded for hours, serving as a table or statue for her 
amusement. At least then I wouldn't have to crawl around on a leash any more.

Mom would tie me up in bed for the night, usually face down because my butt
was always so sore. Dad was even worse. He just ignored me completely. 
Even when Roger and Brian were molesting me, they paid attention to me. Not 
Dad. There I would be, dangling upside down by my ankles in the study. Bound

and gagged, groaning, my eyes bulging out, I would slowly twist back and 
forth while he sat there in his easy chair reading The Wall Street Journal. I

almost wished he would beat me or whip me just to let me know how he felt 
about me.
So now I was really miserable. Whenever I went out for any reason, 
it was always to suck someone's cock. And now I was a slave in my own house.
I didn't see how things could get any worse. Then on Friday night, my big 
sister came home from school for the weekend.

PART 25: SISTERLY LOVE 

Suzy couldn't wait to see me. Mom had mercifully allowed me to
remain
untied this afternoon so I would look nice when my sister came home. Suzy 
saw me in my frilly pink maid's uniform and ran over to give me a big hug.
"Tiffy-Poo, I've missed you so much. I hardly got to see you at all last 
weekend because you went away with Roger. But now I've got you all to 
myself. We're going to spend the WHOLE weekend together, just us girls."
I hugged her back and kissed her. Maybe she'd take it easy on me.
Mom snapped a collar around my neck and gave Suzy the leash.
"Oh, this is going to be lots of fun." Suzy said. "Let's go up and see what
you've done with your room."
I crawled to the foot of the stairs, and when I stood up, Suzy put the
free end of the leash in my teeth. I hung on the banister as I climbed the
stairs in my high heels. Once upstairs, Suzy took the leash back and made me

crawl into my bedroom. My sister sat on the bed and smiled as she looked at
the chains and leather items hanging on the walls.
"Tiffany, Mom and Dad must like you a lot more than me. They never gave me 
a neat room like this."
"You can have it if you want, Susan."
"Oh, no. I wouldn't dream of it." she laughed. "But we will have a lot of
fun together sharing it this weekend, won't we?"
"Yes, Susan."
"Well, the first thing we have to do is to get you fixed up. Now that you're
our maid, we have to give you a more grown up look."
She ordered me to strip down to my bithday suit, and soon I was 
wearing nothing but the pink ribbons on my cock and butt plug. 
"I hate to cover up that matching set of ribbons; they look so cute on you.
But we have a lot of work to do to turn you into a young lady."
And so I watched as she applied a couple of press-on cups to give me the
shape of a small pair of breasts. A padded push-up bra added to the 
illusion, and now I looked even more ridiculous. Ths corset was always the
part I hated the most, because it's so restricting. But Suzy explained that
while I can't do my chores in that tight corset, it's no problem if all I
have to do is stand around and look pretty.
"You have some wonderful clothes, too." she said, slipping a pair of
bright red nylon gloves on my hands, and up over my elbows. Then she added
a pair of crotchless panties and stockings, showing me how to attach the
garter straps. Except for my gloves I was dripping in white lace. Then she 
had me try on a pair of white shoes with 5-inch stiletto heels. If my
3-inch pumps were bad, these were horrible. I could barely stand on them,
let alone walk.
"These shoes are too high, Susan, I'm going to fall over."
"Nonsense, Tiffany." she held me and walked me around the room a few times.
"See?" she said. "Soon you'll be able to strut around on these shoes with 
your hands tied behind your back in front of everyone."
Now that was a comforting thought.
"You look so cute that I'm tempted to stop right here." 
I looked down at myself in my restrictive undergarments and high heels. But
then Suzy shook her head.
"I know just the thing for you."
She had me try on a floral print dress with a portrait collar. Then she
tied the sash around my waist, leaving a great big bow in the back.
"See, this emphasizes your girlish figure. And it even has pockets in case
you need to carry a spare gag or butt plug."
How lovely, I thought. "Are we done now?"
"Oh, sweetie, we still need to work on your face." she said, opening her
make-up kit. "Now pucker up."
Then she put bright red lipstick on me. I just wanted to cry. Wearing these
clothes was bad enough, but now my sister was painting my face.
"And now for some blush."
"Susan, please don't put that on me." I begged.
"If you say so, Tiffany." 
Then she pinched my cheeks so hard that if felt like her fingernails were
slicing into them. But I didn't dare push her away or cry out. If I did,
she might get really mad at me. Finally she released me.
"There, Tiffy-Poo." she said in a cheery manner. "That put some color in
your cheeks. Would you like me to continue, or should we use the blush?"
"Please use the make-up." I sniveled.
She applied the blush, and then hooked a pair of earrings that looked like
chandeliers on me. Those things almost rested on my shoulders, and they
tinkled whenever I moved. She tied my hair back with a barrette over each
ear.
"I think you look better with your hair pulled back, especially when you're
working. If you always wear ribbons, a hairband, a banana clip or barrettes
or something, it'll keep your hair from getting in your eyes.
Just what I needed, another reminder that I was a girl now. And then the 
next thing I saw, she had an atomizer and started spraying perfume all 
over my face and neck and hair. I wiggled my nose at the sickly sweet smell.

The GIRL smell. My whole room would smell of it, and me most of all.
"Oh, that's perfect. Now we're ready to show you off. Let's see what Mommy
and Daddy think of their little princess."
I reached for my knee pads, but Suzy pulled me toward the door.
"You won't need those. You're going to be on your feet tonight."
Arm in arm, she helped me downstairs, and I wished I could crawl instead of
walking on these 5-inch heels.
"Ta da! Here is our little lady, all painted and perfumed. " Suzy called 
out to our parents. Dad took one look at me, showed an expression of 
disgust, and then ignored me. But Mom came over to fuss at me.
"Oh, this is a wonderful new look, Tiffany. You smell divine, and you look
so 
much older. I think we'll have you dress up like this more often."
I was so embarrassed that I was sweating now. The odor of perfume mixed
with sweat was making me lightheaded. My jewelry tinkled in my ears as
Suzy paraded me back and forth, and around the room. Finally we sat down
to dinner.
Instead of making me eat off the floor as usual, Suzy had me sit
on her lap. And she made me beg for every bite of food. Then she fed me 
every spoonful of food like I was a baby. She hugged and cuddled me, and all

I could do was sit helplessly with my hands folded in my lap. She spoke
baby talk to me the whole time, and when dinner was over she took me over
her shoulder and tried to burp me.
"Suzy, you'll make a wonderful mother some day." Mom said.
Yeah, just like you, I thought, as I tried my best to burp. Then Suzy led me

over to the fireplace, and Mom and Suzy tied me securely to the mantle. I 
stood in front of the fireplace, my arms spread wide. They chained my legs 
together and stuffed my mouth with a ball gag. Mom was so delighted that
it matched my lipstick. My restraints were loose enough to be comfortable, 
but I couldn't get out of them. My high heels were killing me, and I 
couldn't get out of them either.
When they were satisfied that I was securely bound, Mom kissed me.
"Good night, precious. We're all going to a show in the city, and we're
going to stay in a hotel overnight. See you tomorrow!"
I squealed into my ball gag. They couldn't leave me tied up here all night.
My feet ached and I had to go to the bathroom. But Mom just stroked my 
cheek, and they all left me.


PART 26: POOL PARTY 

My parents and sister came home early Saturday morning. Somehow I
had slept for a few hours off and on. Chained and bound to the mantle, I
ached all over. I had spent half the night trying to kick off my high heels,
and the other half quietly sobbing and crying. I smelled awful, I 
desperately wanted to get rid of my ball gag and butt plug, but most of all I

wanted to go to the bathroom.
My mother got to me first.
"Did you sleep well, precious?" she asked, removing the ball gag.
"Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom." I begged. 
"Oh, shouldn't you have thought of that last night, little lady?" 
She untied me, and I hobbled to the bathroom, finally able to relieve myself.
Then they were nice enough to tie me to my bed so I could go back to sleep.
When I awoke, it was early afternoon, and I found a black leather minidress
laid out for me. I bathed, dressed and made myself up as best I could. When
I went downstairs to eat breakfast or maybe lunch by now, I was in for 
another surprise.
Cindy was here, and Suzy was showing her the family album, otherwise
known as the Feminization of Tiffany the Slut Album. 
"On your knees, Tiffany." Suzy called as she beckoned to me.
I crawled over to the two girls.
"Good morning, Susan. Good morning, Cindy."
"I invited Cindy over because I wanted to meet my baby sister's new friend.
Mom told me so much about her that I feel like we're almost sisters. We have
so much in common."
Yeah, like tormenting me.
"I'd love to have lunch with you, Tiffany. Suzy tells me your table manners,
or should I say your floor manners are so cute."
"Yes, Cindy. I'd like that."
Both girls giggled. "But first, I think I'd like to use you to decorate the
pool deck. Maybe we could tie you to one of the statues."
"Suzy, please. My feet are killing me. I don't want to stand on them
again."
"You're right, Tiffy-Poo. How thoughtless of me; you need to stay off your
feet. Go sit out by the pool and we'll meet you out there in a little
while." 
I crawled to the door, then hesitated for a moment. I hated going
outside dressed like a girl. But my nearest neighbor was a quarter of a mile
away. The estate was so large that no one should be able to see me. Even
so,
I was dressed like a bimbo, and some photographer with a telephoto lens might
ruin my life with one picture. I sat on a chaise lounge and fidgeted with
my hair. I hadn't tied it up like Suzy had suggested and it was blowing all
over the place. It never got cold here in LA, and I wanted to go in the 
heated pool. I hadn't gone swimming since, well, since they made me into a
girl. As I looked around at the Greek and Roman columns and statues that
decorated the estate, I wondered where they were going to tie me up.
Then Mom came outside with the two girls. Mom wore a dress, but
Suzy wore a blue one-piece bathing suit, and Cindy was in a red bikini.
"We're going swimming." Cindy said, "And since you didn't want to be tied
up all day, I talked Suzy into letting you go swimming with us. Now run and
get into your swimsuit. I left it in your bedroom."
It took me a few minutes to get into the pink one-piece swimsuit they
had picked out for me. By the time I got back to the pool, both girls were
splashing away in the water.
"Over here, Tiffany." Mom called to me.
I went over to my mother, and she bound my wrists behind my back with a short
piece of nylon rope.
"You look so pretty in that swimsuit. I think I'd like to enter you in a
beauty pageant. Besides, you need to be around with other girls your own
age once in a while. Don't you think that would be fun, sashaying around
on a stage, showing everyone how beautiful you are?"
"Yes, Mommy." I said, hoping I sounded sincere. Me in a beauty pageant. 
I thought I was going to be sick.
"Now have a good time swimming with the other girls."
"Come on in, Tiffany, the water's fine." Cindy said.
I stood at the edge of the pool, shivering. The water was five feet deep,
so I started edging toward the shallow end.
"Tiffy-Poo." my sister called to me. "Jump in now! Don't make me come out
there to get you."
"But Susan, I can't swim tied up like this."
Suzy climbed out of the pool and grabbed me. I was shaking like a leaf, and
I begged her to let me go, but she spun me around and threw me head first 
into the pool. Underwater, I kicked and made it back to the surface. Cindy
got hold of me and held me close to her.
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Please don't hurt me." I was scared and starting to cry.
She just laughed and brushed my hair out of my eyes. But then Suzy grabbed
me away from her.
"You still have a lot to learn about discipline and obedience. You don't 
want to be tied up, and your poor little feet hurt, and now I had to get out
of the pool to make you come join us."
"Susan, I'm afraid." Tears were streaming down my cheeks.
She dunked me before I could say anything else. She held me under by my hair
as I kicked and squirmed to no avail. Finally, she let me come up. I gasped

for air, and she dunked me again. Twenty seconds later she let me up, but
this time as I tried to spit out the water, she punched me in the stomach and
dragged me under again. Finally, when I was coughing up water, she pulled
me out of the pool. She dragged me by my hair over to Mom and dumped me at
her feet.
I was choking, spitting up water, and crying all at the same time.
"Tiffany's swimming technique could use some improvement." Suzy said.
"I think it's a lack of discipline more than anything else." Mom said. "And
we'll have to work on that."
I regained my breath and tried to sit up.
"Little girl, would you like to decorate the pool deck this afternoon?" Suzy
asked me sweetly.
"I'm sorry I was bad, Susan. It won't happen again. Please don't make me go
in the pool again."
She lifted my chin and squeezed my face gently.
"Tiffany, you haven't answered my question."
"Yes, Susan, please tie me up or do whatever you want. But don't throw me in

the pool again."
I spent the afternoon face to face with a life-size marble replica of
Michelangelo's David overlooking the pool. I was tied so securely that I 
could barely move an arm or a leg. Even though I was gagged and blindfolded,

wrapped around that statue the way I was, I could visualize it quite well. 
And in my wet swimsuit, it was awfully chilly. It was warmer in the pool 
than it was outside. But I didn't care. I would rather freeze to death 
than go back in the pool. The girls frolicked in the pool, laughing and 
playing. Once in a while they would splash water on me to make sure I didn't

dry off. I shivered all afternoon, chilled by the cold marble and the wind.
When it got dark, the girls untied me and took me inside and up to
my bedroom. They helped me me out of my swimsuit and gave me a bath towel to

dry off. Then I knelt on the the floor with the towel wrapped around me. 
Suzy demanded the towel. "You aren't modest, are you Tiffany?"
So now I was naked and exposed, and because of the cold my penis had shrunk
up so that I really did look like a girl. I hoped that didn't give them any
ideas. 
"Since you're working around the house and dressing like you're all grown up,
it's time to let you use some more of your toys." Cindy told me.
She took a small plastic alligator clamp and stuck it on my left nipple.
"Ow, that hurts!" I cried as I squinted against the pain.
"Ow, that hurts." Suzy mocked me. "Stop acting like a baby, or I'll have you
wearing diapers."
Cindy stuck another clamp on my other nipple. It hurt like Hell too, but 
this time I knew what to expect, and I didn't say anything.
"That's much better." Suzy said. "You might actually have learned something
today."
They dressed me up in my leather outfit, and I had to wear those
clamps all through dinner and for the rest of the night. Cindy left after
dinner, and then I became my sister's personal slave for the rest of the 
night. She painted my toenails, so my feet would look nice if she decided
to go swimming with me again. Then she had me practice putting my butt plug
in and taking it out over and over. She felt it was even more humiliating
for me to have to do it myself. She was right.



PART 27: HOUSE GUEST FROM HELL 

I spent most of Sunday tied to a column out by the pool. I was 
blindfolded, gagged, and secured with comfortable leather restraints. It
wouldn't have been so bad except that Suzy had added some other touches.
I was in my underwear, specifically a lilac four-piece teddy with fingerless
gloves, and there were cutouts for my nipples, which were clamped again, and
chained together. A stiff leather collar prevented me from turning my head
at all, and a harness around my cock was attached to my nipple chain. Cindy
had taught my sister well. At least I was barefoot, so my aching feet could
rest. I lost all track of time as I sucked on my penis gag. Tomorow I would
have to suck Brian and Mr. Edward again when I had my hair done. As I 
wondered about what new indignity would be in store for me, Suzy snuck up on 
me.
Suddenly she pulled on the chain connecting my cock and nipples. I
screamed into the gag. I couldn't see, but I assumed my dear sister was the
one responsible.
"Are you lonely, Tiffany? Did you miss me?"
I nodded my head, and she started tickling my armpits. With my wrists 
chained up over my head, I was helpless. I strained against my bonds, but
that only made her laugh harder. She loved to see me struggle. Finally, she
put her arms around me and kissed me. It was a good thing my sister loved
me, or she would have killed me by now. I thought about her for a long time.
We had fought with each other for as long as I could remember. I had been
rotten to her, and now she was being rotten to me. But she wasn't going to
hurt me, at least not permanently. Strangely enough, I was going to miss her
this week after she went back to school and Mrs. Duggan was beating the crap
out of me. So I decided I was going to do anything I could to stay on Suzy's
good side. 
Monday morning Mom woke me up and untied me, and then told me I'd 
have to make breakfast for myself.
"The instructions are on the box of oatmeal, and you know where the bowls
are.
You've got one bowl for water and another one for oatmeal. We set up a 
camcorder on a tripod in the kitchen. When you're ready to eat, turn on the 
camcorder, handcuff yourself, and enjoy your breakfast. I'll be down later to

watch the tape to make sure you behaved yourself, and to clean you up."
"Yes, Mommy."
So now I had to make my own breakfast, and then place myself in bondage
before
I could eat my food like a dog. And the next two weeks went on the same way.
Cindy would bring me more and more sinister-looking bondage devices and
slutty 
clothes, and Suzy would come home on the weekends to torment me until I
cried.
In between, Mrs. Duggan used me for target practice. And Mom told me the
skills I was learning would make me a good homemaker when I grew up and met
the right man. And all the while the video collection continued to grow.
Then I learned that since school was out the week before Christmas,
Roger would be staying with us for a week. Mom had invited him, and his
parents had no objection. Of course there would be plenty of room for him in
my great big bed. So my boyfriend would be living with me for a week.

* * * * *

It was Friday afternoon, and Mrs. Duggan was through with me for the
day. Actually she hadn't beaten me at all today, for the first time ever.
They didn't want me to cry and ruin my makeup. I didn't bother to ask why, 
but she vounteered the information just before she left for the weekend.
"I want you to look your best for your boyfriend. I want you to look so
beautiful that he fucks your brains out all weekend."
"Thank you, Mrs. Duggan." I replied. 
Mom had me decked out in a short red dress and matching high heels.
The dress hugged my corseted figure, and my face was painted again. A stiff
collar held my head up, and Mom had me kneel as she opened the door for
Roger.
Roger took one look at me and his mouth dropped open.
"Tiffany, I can't take you out looking like that. I'd have to fight every
guy in town over you. Oh well, I guess we'll have to stay in and make our 
own fun."
"I'm sure you can think of something." Mom said, tying my hands behind my 
back and attaching a leash to my collar. She handed the leash to Roger.
He took it and pulled me close to him. I was helpless in his arms as he
kiseed me, and tried to stick his tongue down my throat.
"I've missed you so much, Tiffany. I kept thinking about all the fun we had
at the beach house."
"Absence does make the heart grow fonder, isn't that right, Tiffany?"
"Yes, Mommy."
Roger sat down on the sofa next to Mom and commanded me to kneel before him.
As I did so, he started unzipping his fly. I could see that his cock was
already making a tent out of his pants. Kissing him was one thing, but now
he was going to make me suck his cock right in front of my mother!
"But Roger, my Mommy is right here."
"Oh, don't be shy Tiffany. I've wanted to see my little girl do this for a
long time. In fact I'm going to videotape the whole thing."
And she did. I could hardly move in my corset and stiff collar, so Roger
grabbed my hair and pushed and pulled as his cock slid in and out of my
mouth.
He was starved for me, and he came almost immediately, with me swallowing
most of his cum, but some of it trickled down my chin and neck.
Then he and Mom sat back and went through the family album.
"I'll bet you'd like to know what my little girl has been up to these past
weeks. This is the Naked Tiffany section, then these pages are the Tiffany
in Bondage section. Over here is the Tiffany the Maid section, and here
are pictures of Tiffany beaten and crying. If you have any new ideas, please
let me know."
Roger ogled the pictures for twenty minutes, staring and practically drooling
over some of them. All I could do was kneel in silence with the taste of his
cum in my mouth.
"Mrs. Archer, I'd like to take Tiffany upstairs now." 
Mom smiled. "Of course, Roger. You don't need my permission."
Roger helped me to my feet and patted me on the butt. "Guess what we're 
going to do now?" he asked.
As if I didn't know.

PART 28: YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU 

Roger took me upstairs and into my room. He stared at the canopy
bed and the leather restraints hanging from the walls.
"Nice room you have, Tiffany. You've become a naughty girl, haven't you?"
"There are some more toys in the dresser over there." I said.
He went through my collection of gags, butt plugs and other sex toys, and
then searched through my closets, looking at each of my outfits. I hoped they
woul occupy his attention, but he had other things in mind.
"I'll have to look at all of this later. Right now, it's first things
first."
He backed me over to the bed and gently sat me down, then pulled my legs up
onto the bed and rolled me over. Spreading my legs, he reached into my 
panties.
"Still wearing crotchless underwear? And what's this? A butt plug?"
"They make me wear one all the time, except when I'm asleep at night."
"Oh, then you should be used to being fucked by now, right?"
Bound and face down on my bed I could only mumble my agreement. He was going
to fuck me in my own bed, in my own house, and with my mother's approval.
He didn't waste any time removing my butt plug, and before I could relax, he
replaced it with his own organ. But Roger wasn't even as big as the butt 
plug, and even though I could feel him ramming his balls against my butt as
hard as he could, he didn't hurt me. Thankfully, it was all over quickly, 
and he was in a very good mood.
"We're going to have a good time this week." he said. "I'm going to ask your
Mom to let me pick out your clothes. I can't have you dressed up like a slut
when I take you out. And you've got way too much makeup for a little girl."
"Thank you, Roger." I said. And I really meant it.
Soon we were ready for dinner. Roger would eat with my parents and
my sister, who had come home from school for the weekend. I, of course, was
on the floor lapping at my food.
"It's good to have a real boy in the house for a change." Dad said.
I stopped eating to look up, with gravy all over my face. He thought Roger 
was a real boy? Roger, who made me suck his cock and was fucking me
upstairs?
"Not like that simpering little creature on the floor." Dad continued.
I stuck my face back in my food and started eating again, pretending not to
hear him. At least he recognized that I still existed.
Roger put me to bed that night. After fucking me a couple more
times,
once in the mouth and once in the ass, he let me shower and then placed 
leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He tied my ankles to the tops of the 
bedpost, leaving them two feet above the bed. Then he did the same with my
wrists, leaving me suspended two feet above the bed. He thought my pink
harem outfit needed a penis gag to complement it, and then he climbed into 
bed. He must have been tired from all the exercise he had with me, because
he went right to sleep. I could only hang there looking at him in the dark,
trying not to drool through my gag. It was a long night. 

* * * * *

Roger and I were in the movie theater at the mall. It was the same 
place I had entertained four boys once before. I wore a sweater, a pleated
skirt, and saddle shoes. My hair was pulled straight back by a hairband. I
didn't look like a slut, and no one paid attention to us. When the movie
ended, Roger and I walked over to the big open area in the mall where all of
the fast food restaurants were. We were holding hands when Roger suddenly
slapped a pair of handcuffs on me.
"Roger, please don't do anything here, in front of all these people." I
whispered, hoping no one would notice a little girl with her hands behind
her back.
There must have been a hundred people eating lunch, and they ignored us.
Until Roger spoke up.
"Look, everyone. I have an announcement to make. This sweet little girl
here is really Johnny Archer, the famous movie star. Actually, he's a faggot
who likes to dress up as a girl, and to prove it, he's going to suck my cock
right here in front of all of you!"
The whole place went dead silent. Even the people working at the restaurants
stopped to stare at us. Then Roger unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang
to attention. He forced me down on my knees, and dragged me closer and 
closer until my mouth was pressed against the tip of his cock...

* * * * *

I woke up with a start, struggling against my bonds. I pulled on the
ropes and tried to scream into my gag. Then I realized where I was. I was
still suspended over my bed, with my friendly rapist happily snoozing below
me. It was the worst nightmare I ever had. I didn't want to go back to 
sleep, and I didn't want to be tied up like this at night any more. But then
my opinion didn't count for a whole lot around here any more.
The next morning Roger woke up, stretched, and smiled when I saw me
strung out above him.
"Did you sleep well, faggot?"
I nodded my head, the only part of me free to move.
He didn't make me sleep like that any more, thank goodness. He just
wanted to show me who was boss, as if I didn't already know. We spent the
whole week together, going to the movies, the park, the beach, the hills, and
everywhere else he could think of. And everywhere we went we made out. He
couldn't keep his paws off me all week. He was the typical male chauvinist
pig, always talking down to me because I was only a girl. I just smiled and
agreed with him, and did whatever he told me to. I was an actor, and I was
acting like a girl. It was a heck of a lot better than spending the week
on my knees scrubbing floors and having Mrs. Duggan beat the crap out of me
every day. Also, Roger made me dress up like a little girl, which meant
wearing only flats, and no high heels, for which my feet were grateful. Of 
course, we had sex every morning and every night. He was insatiable, but by 
the end of the week I had worn him out. By then all he would do was 
experiment with new bondage positions, trying to think up new ways of tying
me up. I could see Cindy's influence on him. He was fascinated with my
canopy bed, and left me hanging there for hours, encased in leather and
unable to move a muscle. His handiwork had her signature.
On his last night here, he tied me up so tightly that I couldn't move
at all. I was in an arm binder and corsetted, with ropes around my ankles, 
knees and thighs. A collar immobilized my head, and there were clamps on my 
nipples and balls. Aside from the corset I was naked, and he stood me in the 
middle of my living room in front of my parents and sister. Then while my
mother videotaped me, I had to sing to him the song "You Made Me Love You".
Roger was a character.


PART 29: TIS THE SEASON TO BE BOUND 

It was Christmas Day, and I didn't know if that would be good or bad
for me. Mom might be nice to me, or she might gift-wrap me, and give me to
someone else. I wore a green satin dress with three tiers of lace, which was
a good sign. If my dress extended below my knees, that meant I wouldn't have
to spend a lot of time on my knees, either working or performing unnatural
acts. After breakfast, I had apple-cinnamon oatmeal smeared all over my 
face, which was a nice treat. It was the first time Mom had given me a 
flavor. Christmas was already looking like a special day for me.
Suzy collected me, and marched me up to the Christmas tree. She sat 
me down under the tree and untied me. My parents were here, too.
"It's time for you to open your Christmas presents, Tiffany." Mom said.
The first package had a butt plug in it.
"Thanks, but I already have a few of these."
"Not like this one." Mom said. "Turn the knob at the base."
I turned the knob and the thing started vibrating.
"Mommy, you shouldn't have." I said in despair.
My next package was a set of clamps with springs attached to weights.
"I'll bet you can't wait to try those on." Suzy told me.
"I'm sure you'll see to it, won't you?"
"Count on it, Tiffy-Poo." she said with a grin.
Then, Mom and Suzy took me down to the basement playroom. There was a new
addition. It was a wooden sawhorse, about seven feet long, only it was all
padded and it had double stirrups.
"Daddy got this for you, Tiffany." Suzy said. 
"It's the thought that counts." I said, trying to smile gamely. My father
was still thinking of me. But I wasn't sure what he was thinking of me.
The turkey dinner was delicious, even if I ended up getting much
of it all over my face. Then Mom had me sing a Christmas carol, and
videotaped my performance. I stood in front of the Christmas tree in my
pretty green dress and sang Bob Rivers' song "Walkin 'Round in Women's
Underwear" to the tune of "Winter Wonderland".
For those of you who don't know the song it goes as follows:

Lacy things the wife is missin'
Didn't ask for her permission
I'm wearing her clothes
Her silk panty hose
Walkin 'round in women's underwear

In the store there's a teddy
With little straps like spaghetti
It holds me so tight
Like handcuffs at night
Walkin 'round in women's underwear

In the office there's a guy named Melvin
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown
He'll say 'Are you ready?'
I'll say 'Whoa, man!'
Let's wait until the wife is out of town

Later on, if you wanna
We can dress like Madonna...

Well, it goes on and on. I'm sure you get the idea. There's a
reason I became an actor and not a singer. I couldn't carry a tune in a
basket, yet there I was, singing off key about being a faggot transvestite
in front of my sister and parents who taped the whole thing.
That night, when Mom tied me to bed she had another surprise for
me.
"Tiffany, I've saved your best gift for last."
"What is it, Mommy?" I asked, not really wanting to know.
"I've asked Mrs. Duggan not to beat you any more unless you're a very bad
girl, and even then, I want her to ask me first."
"Oh, thank you, Mommy." I could hardly believe it.
"But you still have to do the housework and you're going to have to behave 
yourself."
"I'll be very good, Mommy. I promise."
"Good. Now since you'll have more time on your hands, I'm going to teach you
ballet. I think all little girls should learn ballet, especially you. You 
spend so much time all tied up that your muscles will tighten up. Learning 
to dance will make you much more limber and flexible."
"Yes, Mommy." I said. 
After she kissed me good night, I had to consider my good fortune. 
Mrs. Duggan wouldn't beat me any more, but I had to learn ballet. All in
all, it was a good trade. Besides, Mom didn't really want me to learn ballet. I
was sure she just wanted to make me wear pink tights, and see how I looked
twirling around in a tutu.
Roger may have been gone, but Suzy was still here on break between
semesters. The next morning she tied me up and tried the new clamps on my 
nipples. I had just gotten used to the pain when she hooked on the springs
with weights attached. I begged her to take them off and she gently nudged
a penis gag into my mouth. She marched me into the living room and suspended
my wrists behind me to a hook in the ceiling. Now I was bent forward with
the weights dangling freely. She tied my ankles to a three-foot long spreader
bar and now I was truly helpless. I moaned and groaned, but I soon found
that if I stayed perfectly still the clamps wouldn't hurt so much.
"How do you like your Christmas present, Tiffy-Poo?"
She slapped one of the weights, sending it spinning, and me into spasms.
"I picked it out myself. Don't you love it?"
She steadied the weight and I nodded my head very slowly.
"That's it, precious. Stay real still and it won't hurt."
As I tried to collect myself she walked around behind me, and then I felt
her lubricating my anus. Then the inevitable butt plug made its entrance,
but I was ready and accepted it without moving enough to disturb the weights
on my nipple clamps.
Then the thing inside me started vibrating. Suzy had turned it on.
I was startled, and my whole body shook as I squirmed and strained against
the ropes. The weights swung freely back and forth. She kept me there for
ten minutes before she turned it off and let me down. Drenched in sweat, I
collapsed on the floor.
"I can't wait for Mom to see this." she said as she turned off the camcorder.
I looked up in shock. Face down, I had been so preoccupied with my nipples
that I hadn't even seen the tripod and camera. Anyway, what's one more
humiliating video for Mom's collection?
"Come on." she said. "Let's go downstairs and try out your other present."
The sawhorse. She made me straddle it, and buckled my wrists and ankles into
the double stirrups. Even bound like this, the leather padding was nice and
soft and I would have been comfortable had it not been for the penis gag and
butt plug. Suzy turned on the large television directly in front of me.
"I have to go now, but I'm going to put this video on so you won't be bored.
It's Dad's favorite. He calls it 'Mrs. Duggan's Greatest Hits'."
She kissed me good-bye and I was relieved that she was through with me. Then
the video came on. They had dubbed together a collection of videos of Mrs.
Duggan beating the crap out of me. After awhile, I just closed my eyes. I 
couldn't look at it any more. But even then I had to listen to myself 
crying and trying not to scream. It went on for six hours.
Mom came downstairs and watched the last half hour with me. When it 
was over, she untied me and pinned my hair up.
"Time for your ballet lesson, sweetie."
"Mommy, I'm hungry. It's afternoon and I haven't eaten since breakfast."
"Tiffany, we agreed that you would learn ballet. Or would you prefer more
of what you saw in the tape?"
I changed into the pink tights Mom had left for me. Did you ever try to
learn ballet with a vibrating butt plug inside you? Mom turned it on before
we started, and it made every move an adventure. I tried to get used to the
distraction, and then the damn thing developed a short circuit or something.
It would shut down for a few seconds and then turn itself on at the worst
possible time. It was driving me crazy. 
"Mommy, the butt plug isn't working. It keeps turning itself on and off."
"Dear, you'll just have to get used to it."
"Can't I use another one, or can't we get a new one?"
I think I had sunk to a new low. The famous movie star was dressed in pink
tights with his hair all pinned up, doing ballet and looking up at his mother
with puppy-dog eyes, begging for a new vibrating butt plug.



PART 30: SUGAR AND SPICE 

And so I practiced ballet in addition to all of the housework. Life
was back to normal after the holiday. Suzy loved putting me on the sawhorse
and paddling me, but she never hit me with bad intentions as Mrs. Duggan had.
One day I was dressed in a black satin French maid's outfit, all
perfumed and painted and corsetted, and I was dusting the furniture when the
doorbell rang. I was going to hide upstairs when Mom took me by the arm, and
marched me to the door.
"But Mommy, I can't let anyone see me dressed like this."
"Answer the door, Tiffany. I'm expecting company, and it's for you."
I trembled as I opened the door. There was a girl in a sweater and skirt at
the door. Jessie. Jessica Evans. She had lived across the street from us
years ago. Before I became a movie star, we had lived in an upper-middle
class section of Burbank. Jessie and I had been close friends. But once I
became a star, we had moved up here, and I had lost touch with her. She 
was a very pretty brunette, and her straight bangs and long hair gave her a
'girl next door' look. All I could do was stare at her.
"Tiffany, aren't you going to let her in?" Mom asked.
"Please come in, Jessie." I said.
"Thanks." she said. "How did you know my name? Do you live or work here?"
I could tell she was confused. I looked awfully young to be a maid.
"I..uh..I live here."
"Are you a friend of Johnny's?"
I didn't know what to say. I looked to Mom for help.
"Jessica, I think you and Tiffany should spend some time together getting
acquainted."
"But Mrs. Archer, I thought you asked me to come over here to see Johnny, not
your maid."
"Jessica, Johhny IS our maid. He likes to dress up as a girl now, and he has
changed his name to Tiffany. Isn't that right, sweetie?"
"Yes, Mommy." I mumbled as I studied the toes of my pumps.
Jessie didn't believe it. She took a good look at me.
"You do look a little like him, but your hair looks real."
"It is real, Jessica. Mom said. "Tiffany, pull up your dress."
I groaned. I lifted my dress, and Mom pulled down my panties, revealing my
penis, adorned with a pink lace bow.
Jessie gasped. Nice girls like her never saw such things. I just groaned and
wished I were dead.
Mom steadied her, and helped her over to the couch to sit down.
"There's more, Jessica. Look at our family album."
I knelt at Mom's feet in my most submissive pose. Mom had given her the
Tiffany the Slut pictures and the Naked Tiffany pictures.
"You see, Johnny was a very bad boy, selfish and nasty. But once he became
Tiffany, she's now the nicest, sweetest girl you'd ever want to meet.
Remeber how he ignored you after he became famous? He just brushed you off,
never answered your letters. He didn't think you were good enough for him.
Instead he went to bed with one groupie after another. Johnny wouldn't even
be seen with any girl who wasn't an actress or a model. But Tiffany is
another story. She's so sweet, she'll do anything you want. Isn't that
right, precious?"
"Mrs. Archer, I think I'd better go. This is all very strange."
"Nonsense, Jessica. It's time for lunch, so have a seat at the table and we
can discuss this."
Jessie sat at the table with Mom and Suzy.
"But there are only three place settings. Where will Johnny, I mean Tiffany
sit?"
"Oh, we never let the help eat with us." Suzy told her.
"That's right." Mom added. "Tiffany isn't good enough to eat at the table.
She eats all of her meals off the floor."
Jessie turned and was startled to see me dive into my omelette, and with my
hands bound behind me, I literally had egg on my face. I could see she was
even more shaken up now.
"Mrs. Archer, does she eat like this all the time?"
"Yes dear, unless she wants to starve to death."
After lunch, Mom untied me, instructed me to handcuff myself to my
bed and sent me upstairs. Jessie watched as I crawled away. So I handcuffed
myself to one of the posts of my bed. And then I waited.
An hour later, Jessie came up to see me. She was alone. She looked
around at the the feminine decor of my room, and at the bizarre leather items
on the walls.
"Johnny, what is going on here?"
It had been so long since anyone had called me by my real name that at
first I didn't realize she was talking to me.
"My parents are punishing me. They're making me be their slave."
"But why are you dressed like a girl? Why is your room like this?"
"They didn't like the way I was running around with girls. This is their
way of teaching me a lesson."
"But this is terrible. You aren't in jail here. Why don't you run away? Or
just pick up the phone and call the police?"
"You saw those pictures of me. How would I explain to anyone that I'm
dressed
like this? They have lots of videos that are even worse. If anyone ever saw
them, my career would be over. My life would be over."
"But why did they ask me to come over here?"
"I don't know. Maybe they thought you would be mad at me because I never
stayed in touch with you after we moved. I know I should have, but I was so
busy after I started making movies. I met so many new people in Hollywood.
You aren't mad at me, are you?"
I looked up at her, anxiously awaiting her response.
She put her arms around me and held me.
"No, of course not. But we have to get you out of this."
"I have to do what they tell me. I'm their slave. Suzy thinks pushing me
around like this is the most fun she's ever had. Dad hates me, probably
because I make ten times as much money as he does. And more and more people
are finding out about me. My tutor, my chauffeur, my hairdresser, the mean
old maid, and now you. Sooner or later, somebody is bound to tell the
newspapers about me."
"Johnny, I promise I won't hurt you. I want to be your friend."
"Then there's something else you should know about me. I have a boyfriend."
I looked at her, seeing a look of surprise and disgust for a moment.
"Do your parents know about this?"
"Sure. They fixed me up with him. They invited him to sleep over with me
all of last week. And he used me like I was a girl all week. And he isn't
the only one. Do you still want to be my friend?"
She took a deep breath.
"Johnny, I've never heard of anything like this. But I know you, or at least
I used to. Do you like dressing up like a girl? Do you like sleeping
with boys?"
"No!" I groaned, with tears coming to my eyes. "I hate all of it. But
there's nothing I can do about it. They have me, and they know it."
She hugged me and said, "Well, I want to be your friend from now on." Then
she held me in her arms as I cried on her shoulder.

PART 31: THEY DON'T MAKE MOVIES THE WAY THEY USED TO 

It was Monday morning, Suzy had gone back to school, and Mom had
invited Jessie over again. I was suspicious of Jessie, but I didn't have any
choice but to trust her. After all, it seemed like Mom had brought one
person after another into my new life for the purpose of humiliating me, and
I didn't know why Jessie would be any different. Maybe she still held a
grudge against me for ignoring her after I became famous. I was sure I'd
find out soon enough.
Once my lesson was over and Cindy had gone for the day, Mom sat me
down with Jessie.
"Tiffany, Cindy and I have been discussing having you make a movie, and
Jessie has agreed to be in it with you. Isn't that nice?"
Uh oh. Here it comes.
"What kind of movie, Mommy?"
"Oh, it's about a couple of pretty little girls. We'll discuss the details
later. Tell me, Tiffany, do you think Jessie's hair looks nice?"
"Yes, it's very beautiful." I said to Jessie, who smiled.
"I think so, too." Mom said. "That's why I'd like you to have your hair done
that way, too. And it will be a lot easier to care for while we shoot the
movie. When you go to the hairdresser today, Mr. Edward will cut your hair
in bangs."
"Yes, Mommy."
"And Jessie, I'd like you to go with her. You can have your hair done, too."
"Gee thanks, Mrs. Archer!"
I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Brian was waiting for us outside.
"Please don't do this to me today." I whispered to him. "You can have me
every other day this week, but not today. OK?"
"Get in the car, faggot." he replied. "You wouldn't want me to tell your
Mommy that you were a bad little girl, would you?"
After we had travelled a short distance, we pulled over and stopped.
As Jessie watched in horror, Brian climbed into the back seat and had me give
him a blow job. This was the worst of all for me. There I was in my ruffled
blouse and flowing skirt, sucking a man's cock next to the girl who was my
only friend in the world. When he has done with me, I wiped my face and
glanced at Jessie. She had turned red and was near tears.
"If you think that's something," Brian said to her. "Wait until you see how
the faggot pays for your haircut."
I was so humiliated that I couldn't say a word to Jessie or even look
her for the whole trip. When we were almost there, she squeezed my hand.
I looked over and saw that she had pulled herself together.
"It's OK." she said. "Your Mom showed me the pictures. It's just that I
had never seen anything like that before."
I just nodded my head, unable to speak.
At the salon all of the women waved at me, and greeted me by
name. By now I was a regular. I had been coming here every Monday since
forever. But then I had to take care of Mr. Peter, who was going to do
Jessie's hair first. After all, he had to be paid for his work, too. Then
I serviced Mr. Edward in the usual manner. If Jessie knew what was going on
in the back room, she didn't say anything. When they were done with us, I
had the same hairdo as Jessie, only in blonde. My golden hair hung loosely
on my shoulders, and practically shone in the reflected light. I had to hand
it to Mr. Edward. Sure he made me suck his cock every week, but he did
wonders with my hair. On the way home, Jessie leaned over and kissed me on
the cheek. I was so suprised that I blushed. I felt myself getting hotter,
and I had to fix my skirt so she wouldn't see the beginning of an erection!
My first one since October. I was still OK, after all.
When we got home, Mom explained what the movie would be about. I
was going to play a boy who impersonates a girl in order to lure a pretty
girl to his basement. He intends to rape her, but she fights him off
and gives him a beating. Actually it sounded pretty tame compared to what
I'd already been through, so I figured it was no big deal. Mom also said
that Jessie would come over every day after school to shoot the movie, so
I wouldn't have time for ballet any more. This was looking better all the
time!
So Jessie and I both agreed to make the movie (not that I had any
choice), and we would start tomorrow. On the following day, Cindy stayed
with us after my lesson was over, and she started setting up some video
equipment in the basement play room. Brian helped her move the cameras
and lighting in. But then Cindy's friend Vanessa showed up. Suddenly I got
a real bad feeling about this. It turned out that in addition to being an
expert in bondage, Vanessa had studied film-making in college. She, Cindy
and Brian had formed a company to produce a movie, and I was going to be
the star.
Cindy dragged me downstairs so I was alone with her and Vanessa.
"Long time no see, little sissy." Vanessa said. "You look so cute in your
little French maid's outfit. Are you looking forward to being in the movies
again?"
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Now Tiffany, is that any way to greet an old friend? Your hair looks
lovely.
Did you do it yourself?"
"No, Vanessa, the hairdresser did it for me yesterday."
"Oh yes, Cindy and Brian have told me about how much you love those weekly
trips to the salon. I'm so glad to see you've adapted to your new
life as a slave girl."
"You taught me well, didn't you?"
"And I'm going to teach you a lot more!"
She flashed an evil grin at me and I couldn't help but shiver.


PART 32: THERE'S NO BUSINESS LIKE SHOW BUSINESS 

Jessie and I were alone for a few moments before we started shooting
the first scene.
"Johnny!" she whispered to me. "I'm going to have to beat you up in the 
first scene."
"I know. I've read the script."
"But I won't hit you real hard. You have to act like I'm hurting you, and
maybe that will satisfy them. They told me if I don't hit you they'll find
another girl who will."
"Acting is one thing I'm good at." I told her. With Jessie as my leading
lady I might survive this movie. Any other girl might beat my brains out.
As per the script the scene was set in my basement, where I had led
Jessie to believe we would be studying together. But then I revealed my true
intentions to Jessie, and tried to rip her clothes off, only to have her hit 
me with a couple of karate chops which looked good, but didn't hurt
at all, despite my cries of pain. Then she threw me face down on the floor 
and stripped me. She handcuffed my hands behind my back and sat on top of
me.
"Now I'm going to teach you some manners." she snarled at me. Looking around
the basement at all the whips and chains and hanging on the wall, she grabbed
my hair and twisted my head back so I faced the camera.
"How convenient of you to have all of these sex toys handy. I'm going to use
all of them on you!"
"CUT!"
Vanessa was very pleased with the results. I pretended I was hurt, and
slowly sat up.
"Tiffany, these next scenes will be a lot more demanding." Vanessa said.
The rest of the afternoon was a mystery to me, as we shot the same
scenes over dozens of times with only minor variations. First I would be on
my knees stark naked, and Jessie would pull my hair. Then I would be wearing
a ball gag. Then a penis gag. Then I would have clamps on my nipples. Then
clamps and a ball gag. This went on and on, and I wondered why they couldn't
it right. After videotaping me in every possible combination of restraints
and bondage gear, we moved on to another scene.
This time Jessie yelled insults at me and slapped my face.
And then Vanessa made us do it over and over with all the different props,
just like the last scene. I mean, what diference did it make what color butt
plug Jessie stuck in me before she slapped me? That was one prop that 
really freaked her out, by the way. Finally, I had to say something.
"Why do we keep doing this over and over? Can't we move on to the next 
scene?"
"Oh, these prima donna actors." Vanessa said. "Don't forget, I'm the 
director, and we'll do this my way."
"But this is taking forever." I whined. I didn't sound very forceful
standing
there wearing nothing but a pair of clamps on my nipples.
"She still thinks she's a star, doesn't she?" Vanessa asked my mother.
"Tiffany, would you like to go swimming with your sister again?"
"No, Mommy." Her point was made. From now on I would do as I was told.
By early evening, all we had done was have Jessie pull my hair, slap
me, and throw me face down on the floor. Over and over and over.
"Jessie, now you have to slap Tiffany again and again until she cries."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, and I want to see real tears, not acting. This is the last scene of
the day, so I don't care what you have to do to Tiffany. Make her cry, and
then don't stop hitting her until I say so."
Jessie reluctantly agreed and then started slapping me. Softly at first, and
then harder at Vanessa's urging. I could feel my cheeks redden as the camera
zoomed in for a closeup. I was naked with my wrists and ankles cuffed.
Jessie had backed me up to a wall, and there was nowhere to go as she kept
hitting me. My cheeks burned, and I could feel tears trickling down as she
snapped my head from side to side. She had to hold me up with one hand as my
knees buckled, but she kept slapping me as I cried and begged her to stop.
"Please, no more!" I sobbed as she let go and I crumpled on the floor.
"CUT! Jessie, that was wonderful." Vanessa said.
I just lay on the floor crying like a baby and trying to cover myself up.
Jessie ran away, and it was Vanessa who pulled me to my feet.
"Tiffany, that's the way we're going to finish every day's work. With you
being beaten into submission. If Jessie wants to take it easy on you during
the rest of the session, that's OK with me, but you're going to get a
whipping
in the final scene every day."
And that's the way it was, every day for weeks. Jessie would 
apologize for having to spank or paddle me every night, but the next day we
would come back for more. And we kept shooting dozens of variations of every
scene. Finally after more than two months we were done. I had been slapped,
beaten, insulted, spanked and paddled. Jessie had used every restraint I 
owned and some that I didn't even know about on me. They even made her rape
me with a strap-on dildo, which may have bothered her even more than it did
me. And at the end of each day, she had beaten me until I was sobbing like
a baby. But now it was over.


PART 33: GO EAST, YOUNG MAN 

A couple of Saturdays later at the end of March, Suzy made me crawl 
into the library where our parents were waiting. I wore a pink leotard, with
a stiff collar around my neck. It was hard to crawl on just my knees with my
hands cuffed behind me. Finally, Suzy grew impatient with me, and dragged me 
by the leash. I choked and gasped as I slid across the floor, coming to a 
stop at my mother's feet.
Mom held up a small disk.
"Do you know what this is?"
"A compact disk, Mommy?"
"Not exactly, sweetie. This is a CD-ROM. It works in the computer over
there. Specifically, it is your CD-ROM. Your movie is on it."
I had no idea what she was talking about. I didn't even know we had a
computer in this room. Where did it come from? Seeing my blank expression,
Mom decided to elaborate.
"Let me show you." she said, putting the disk in the computer, and then
typing something at the keyboard.
The screen flashed to life with the opening credits of a movie.
It said "PRETTY BOY LEARNS HIS LESSON" and then "Starring Johnny Archer"
And then I saw the opening scene, in which Jessie overpowered me and tied
me up. Then as I lay on the floor at her mercy, the image on the screen
froze. And now there were words written in small print across the top of
the screen.
"This is an interactive movie." Mom told me. It allows anyone who
watches it to play Jessie's part. Now I can have Jessie do whatever I want
to you."
Mom pulled down a menu item that said "Hit", and then she had a list of 
choices. She picked the one that said "Slap", and then chose "Once". As I
watched in amazement, Jessie slapped my face.
Mom continued to demonstrate the use of the program to me, choosing
from a selection of gags for me, and having Jessie taunt me, pull my hair,
slap my face, and beat me every step of the way. Now I understood why we had
to shoot every scene so many times. Vanessa was a professional, and she 
wanted the movie to have continuity. She couldn't very well have Jessie slap
me while I wore a penis gag, and then suddenly have me wearing a ball gag
when
she spanked me a moment later. Vanessa made sure that I could be tormented
every way possible regardless of whether I was in an armbinder or hogtied, or
whatever. The movie would continue without any abrupt changes.
"Well, what do you think of it, sweetie?" Mom asked. "I think we'll
make another one with you trying to enter a beauty pageant. Then the other
girls will find out you're really a boy in disguise, and all of them will
beat you to a pulp. Maybe Jessie has some friends who would like to be in a 
movie with you."
I was speechless. This whole movie was horrible, and now Mom wanted to make
another one.
"I think 'Pretty Boy' will be a big hit. Vanessa says if we sell it at $50, 
it could be a best seller. We could sell tens of thousands of them."
"But Mommy, you can't sell this. It's...it's pornography. People can't see 
me like this." I was about to cry.
"There, there, precious." Mom said, stroking my hair. "People would love to
see you like this. You have a reputation for being a brat, and lots of
people
would gladly pay for the opportunity to give you a beating. And now, thanks
to this movie, we can share you with all of them."
"But isn't selling movies like this against the law?"
"We aren't concerned with the law." Dad said to me.
This was the first time my father had spoken to me in months, and I was so
startled that I sat straight up. Mom gave him the leash and he pulled me
across the floor to him.
"I have been shopping you around with my contacts around the world, trying to
determine your value on the white slavery market." he said.
White slavery? What is that?, I wondered.
"It turns out that you have a lot going for you. You're famous, so there's a
lot of interest in you. You're pretty enough to be a girl, and you already
dress and act like one. But your blonde hair is really a bonus. In the Far
East that doubles your value. So I've narrowed it down to two clients. One
is an underworld Triad boss in Hong Kong who has seen all of your movies 
a dozen times. The other is a Japanese real estate tycoon who lives in an
estate on his own island in the Sea of Japan. They call him 'The Tiger'." 
He showed me a copy of Forbes magazine with a picture of a middle-aged
Japanese man on the cover. It said 'Tiger Yoshura' in big letters.
"Either of them is willing to pay $2 million for you."
"You mean you're going to sell me?? Is that what white slavery means?"
"Yes, you're going to be a sex slave. I'm sorry, I thought I had explained
that. The Japanese tycoon will want you to have a sex change operation. He
isn't satisfied with having you dress like a girl. He will make you a girl
for keeps. The Hong Kong warlord is reportedly a nasty, vicious man, but he
will let you live as a boy as long as you look like a beautiful girl. Do you
have a preference, or should I auction you to the highest bidder?"
"You can't sell me!" I shouted. "I'll go straight to the police and tell 
them everything. EVERYTHING! I don't care what happens to me. It's better
than being a slave girl in Japan."
Dad grabbed my collar and pulled my face close to his. "You aren't going
anywhere or telling anyone anything." he said. "In case you hadn't noticed,
you're all tied up and helpless, and I can have you gift-wrapped and on a
private jet to Japan tonight, where you'll be the sweetest little girl in 
The Tiger's harem."
I swallowed hard. I tried to struggle, but my father held me in an iron 
grip. I looked around frantically for help, but my mother and sister just 
looked away. I was helpless. My whole body trembled and tears came to my 
eyes. 
"You never were tough enough to be a boy anyway." he said, glaring at me.
My knees buckled as he yanked on my collar, and I knelt there before him. 
Tears streamed down my face as I cringed at his feet with my head bowed. 
"Sayonara, Tiffany." he snarled.


PART 34: THE LADY OR THE TIGER

Mom came over and took hold of me.
"There is one other option, Tiffany." she said.
"What...what is it?" I asked, now trembling and crying.
"You can be Jessica's slave for the rest of your life."
My head spun around. "Jessica? What does she want with me?" I asked.
Mom pulled me away from Dad and sat me down on her lap.
"Jessica likes you. Why, I don't know. I've tried to show her that you're
nothing but a filthy piece of garbage. I've shown her the videos and 
pictures of you and Roger, and all of the disgusting things you've done. 
I've explained to her that she can do a lot better. That she
should grow up and marry a real man, instead of a wimp like you. But she
seems to be infatuated with you. So I'm giving you the choice of marrying
Jessica when you grow up. Or would you rather go to Japan?"
"I'll marry Jessica!" I said in a single breath. It was not the hardest
decision I've ever made.
"This is going to cost us two million dollars!" Dad yelled at Mom.
"I want to make sure you understand what this means." Mom said to me. "You
will go back to being Johnny, but your Hollywood career is over. You will be
Jessica's boyfriend until the two of you reach legal age. Then you'll marry
her, and we'll all move somewhere else. But you will be obedient to her
for the rest of her life. Once you are married, you will turn over your
money, bank accounts and all of your assets to her. Whether you are her 
husband or slave is up to her. If you disobey her, we will circulate some
photographs and videos from our collection. Is that clear?"
I nodded my head. I was going to marry the only person who liked me, and I
was going to be a boy again. This was too good to be true.
Mom took the leash off me, and my sister unlocked my handcuffs.
"Welcome back, Johnny." Suzy said, as she kissed me and wiped my tears away.
The first thing I did was get a pair of scissors and cut off as much
hair as I could. Then I looked down and saw my beautiful long hair all over 
the floor. The handful I picked up felt so soft, and smelled so fragrant.
Then I threw it all in the trash. It was the end of a nightmare. 
Suzy gave me a T-shirt, shorts, socks, and sneakers. All of her 
stuff fit me well enough to go shopping for some real clothes. But first I 
went to a barber shop. Not a beauty parlor, not a hairstylist, but a barber 
shop. The barber was a fat old guy who smelled like garlic, and I had him 
give me a crewcut. He sang Italian songs and belched once in a while. 
I loved it.
When I got home, I found that Mom had invited Jessie over to give her
the good news.
"Your hair! What happened to your hair?" Jessie screamed at me.
"I got a haircut. It'll grow back."
"Don't do anything stupid like that without asking me first!"
"Yes, dear." I said.
Jessie looked at my mother. "Mrs. Archer, this is going to be more work than
I thought."
Mom just shrugged her shoulders. "He's your problem now."
"Come on." Jessie said, dragging me by the hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Shopping." she said. "We can't have you wearing clothes that don't fit. 
You may not be a movie star any more, but you can still look like one."
"Yes, dear."
"I think your hair would look nice parted on the left."
"Anything you say, Jessie."
"Your mother gave me lots of money, so we can get you a whole new wardrobe
today. I think you'd look nice in a blue blazer with matching pants."
"Yes, dear."

EPILOGUE 

Jessie's parents were delighted to learn that their daughter was
seeing a famous movie star. Especially after meeting me and seeing how nice
and sweet I was, not at all like my reputation in the tabloids.
It was relatively easy to reconcile with my sister. Suzy was caring
and affectionate, and she helped me get back to normal. But it took more
than a year of therapy before I forgave my parents. Mom and Dad claimed that
they weren't really going to sell me into slavery. They just wanted to 
frighten me so I would agree to marry Jessie. Emotionally, I was 
still so fragile that I never did go back to school with other kids. My 
parents hired another tutor, a kindly old man in his sixties. He wasn't 
interested in me at all, thank God. 
Cindy, Vanessa, Brian and that witch Mrs. Duggan all received 
generous severance bonuses to guarantee their silence. They even paid off 
Roger, who hated to go. That kid was something else. He was a lot smarter 
than I gave him credit for. There I was, thinking I had fooled him 
into thinking he was out with a girl on our dates. It turns out he was 
gay, not bisexual, and he knew about me all along. Cindy had told him 
my true identity on Day One. So he kept me nervous and on edge 
all through our first couple of dates, enjoying my clumsy efforts as 
I pretended to be a girl and let him do whatever he wanted. Then he 
scared me to death when he punched me out in the beach house. But he had 
known all along that it wouldn't last forever, and he went on his way. So 
Roger's not on my Christmas card list, either. Everyone who knew about the 
whole sordid affair left. 
Everyone except Jessie. And when we were sixteen, she dropped out of
school and we were married. By now I was a has-been, so the tabloids hardly
mentioned our wedding. Her parents thought we were much too young, and they
wanted her to finish her education, but Jessie had become as strong-willed as
she was beautiful. She agreed to get a high school equivalency diploma and
we were married. Her parents never did learn the real story, but we had 
reached legal age anyway, so they couldn't stop us even if they had wanted
to.
Besides, having a multimillioniare for a son-in-law wasn't so bad for their
suddenly upwardly-mobile daughter.
It's Jessie's money now, though. After we married, we all moved to a
small town in northern California, far from Hollywood. My parents own a 
mansion in the hills, and Jessie and I have a 400-acre ranch. My dad 
arranged the legal paperwork for me to turn over all of my assets to Jessie. 
Everything is in her name except the clothes on my back. My parents have
written me out of their will, too. Jessie and my sister Suzy will split
everything. So I don't invite my parents over for dinner very often.
It's a good thing Jessie likes me, because I'm penniless now.
Even so, the interest on her investments is more than half a million dollars
a year, so I live like a king now. Well, usually like a king. Sometimes
like a serving girl. Jessie kept some of the videos and bondage equipment, 
and she got me some outfits our maids would be embarrassed to wear. All she
has to do is mention the closet with the wigs and leather and rubber outfits,
or wave a sex toy at me and our argument is over. As long as I behave myself

it's OK, but if I step out of line I might find myself wearing pink and 
sleeping with the butler. Yes, he's gay, and he likes me too. My big sister
and Jessie have become best friends. They talk on the phone almost every 
day, and Suzy visits several times a year. She loves to reminisce about the 
old days with Tiffany in Archer Manor. But she likes having a nice, polite 
brother almost as much as she liked having a sister. All things considered, 
life is good. I mean, on the whole I can't complain. Really, I can't.

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