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To all of My Devoted Loving Lusting Admirers,
I was so X-cited when our friend had propositioned Me for a story based on Me; Rhiannon
or as some of you know Me better as, Mistress Rhiannon. I was so thrilled to see the great
effort that he put into making this literary piece a sensual adventurous tale that filled me
with arousal of intense magnitude. I certainly hope all of you will enjoy it as much as I did.
Perhaps a sequel is in order....???
Whips and Kisses...
Breast Wishes...
Rhiannon
Mistress Rhiannon
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Direction
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The first part of this story is narrated as if from an outside observer.
The next chapters are from the viewpoints of the indicated person.
Collusion - Narrator
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"Hello?" Rhiannon said into the receiver of her cell phone.
"Rhiannon, it's Dawn. We have this year's candidate. Where and when can we meet to
discuss things?" Dawn Whitham asked.
"I'm in the middle of teaching a class right now. I'll stop by your tattoo parlor on my way
home. Will that be soon enough?" Rhiannon asked, warily watching the children for signs of
impending riotous behavior.
"Sure, no great hurry. I'll see you then," Dawn hung up, went out to the parlor, and began
her part of creating a complicated tattoo, awaiting Rhiannon's visit.
Back to the Classroom - Narrator
"Okay you little darlings, Miss Rhiannon has a new song, to teach you," Rhiannon
informed the children.
"This is an old Welch ditty that has been put to a Rock & Roll beat. I think it will play well
in the school assembly later this year. Who here knows where Wales is?" Rhiannon asked the class.
A bright-eyed young girl raised her hand and waited to be, called upon, "Go ahead
Millicent."
"Wales is on the southwest coast of the Isle of Great Britain," she declared confidently.
"Very good, yes Wales is an ancient place, one of legends, myths, and folklore. Many of
these stories were passed down through song, many legends have been put to music over the
thousands of years gone by," Rhiannon told the children, though she had a far away look in
her eye as if remembering the past more than remembering the history taught her.
"It was a time of gods, goddesses, wizards, and magic," suddenly Rhiannon's mind seemed
to leap forward once again to the here and now, "Or so the stories tell us."
"The song we will be learning was written around a very old legend of the warrior woman
Cathain. She was the fiercest warrior of her day, but a very lonely woman because of it. I'm
handing out the lyrics to everyone and we can all read them together."
The papers were quickly, distributed and Rhiannon went on, "This legend should have
something for everyone. It has warriors, great battles, romance, and magic all in one. So boys and girls both will enjoy it."
"Who would like to start us off by reading aloud first?" Rhiannon looked around the room
at the many raised hands, but like many teachers, she picked the quiet boy in the back that had
not raised his.
"Roger, would you start reading for me?" Rhiannon knew that the boys in her class all had
a crush on her. A raven haired beauty with curves to die for, a bust that was nothing short of
amazing, a petite frame which neared their own heights, and eyes which seemed to penetrate
them to their very souls. Therefore, she didn't have to bully the children into doing things for the
sake of their grades, she simply had to ask them to do something for her, and they would quickly
jump to it, just to please her.
Roger obviously just wanted to remain anonymous in the back but Rhiannon was intent
on nurturing all of her children to be all their potentials would allow so Roger held up his paper,
gulped, and began reading aloud, "
The Cathain Legend
By: Grant Lee Phillips
Bid goddess rise from mists of memory
Rise the fair Cathain
In battle the equal of every man
And every lover disdained
Her heart was locked in a round tower's keep
And none that gate could unbar
Till rose a prince in Ulster's east
His name was Conchobar
By day she taught him feats of arms
With sword and mace and bow
By night they kindled passion's fire
That only lovers know
So king and warrior thus were joined
In battles blood and love
The throne belonged to Conchobar
To Cathain the Witch's Glove"
"Okay Roger that was very good. I knew you would do a fine job. Now who should be
next?"
Hands all around rose once again, this time all of the children volunteered having seen the
praise Roger had received.
"I'm so pleased that you all want to participate. I think therefore that we should all read
the rest aloud together. Follow along now.
Dark rivals rose against the king
To challenge for his throne
All Ulster in the balance hung
Without its champion
A druid he sent to sacrifice
An offering to Cathain
A maiden fair with flaxen hair
Not once but two times slain
Two times slain
Ooh ooh ooh
But Cathain she would ne'r return
To fight the kings own war
Till druid did a virgin bring
To Conamara far
The fair Iona pure and sweet
On the self-same table lain
And by the Corclach's hungry stone
The innocent was slain
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
In rage the warrior goddess from
The Western Sea arose
Her bloody gauntlet dealt that day
A thousand fierce deathblows
The kingdom saved her quest complete
She sank beneath the waves
Till Ulster's sons with sacrifice
Bid her return once more"
A huge smile graced Rhiannon's full lips when they finished, "Wow, that was great! Now
all we have to do is, add the melody and were ready."
Rhiannon took out her DVD player and patched it through the room's loud speakers, "As
some of you know, I'm not just a school teacher, I'm the lead singer for my band, Sweet-N-Evil.
I'm only saying this because I had them play the melody without the vocals so we could sing
along."
Most of the children were somewhat stunned to discover that their lovely teacher by day is
the lead singer for a Rock-n-Roll band by night.
"Let's all listen to the melody first," she started the player and the class all listened to the
haunting music and its Gaelic overtones.
That day, the children left school reluctantly. The entertainment and fascinating subject
had enthralled them the whole day long and they couldn't wait to come back tomorrow to see
what Miss Rhiannon would do next.
Roger was the last to leave, as he often would be. He didn't want to leave the loving aura
of Miss Rhiannon to return home to his abusive father. He would never say anything to the
teacher for fear that he would be harmed or worse, his last remaining parent would be taken
from him, leaving him orphaned. He missed his mother terribly.
Dawn Whitham - Narrator
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Rhiannon hopped into her Ferrari and left the school for her visit with Dawn, waving at
young Roger as she went by him.
It didn't take long and Rhiannon swung into the parking lot of Dawn's tattoo parlor.
Dawn came out to greet her. (Hey, nothing sounds like a Ferrari in your driveway, but a
Ferrari in your driveway.)
Dawn moved in for a big hug of her longtime friend, "Damn girl, if I didn't know how long
you've been packing away money for that car, I would think you were a dope dealer or
something."
"You know better than that hon.. I've got investments older than this whole country,"
Rhiannon replied cheerily.
"Don't I know it? You don't look a day over four hundred either!"
"Watch yourself girl, you may be way bigger and stronger than I am but..." Rhiannon
simply let the threat trail off unspoken.
"Uncle! Sheesh, can't a girl tease you without worrying about finding herself eating flies
for the rest of her life?" Dawn backpedaled at warp speed.
"I was only teasing and you know it," Rhiannon declared as she walked into the business
with her friend.
"How long have we known each other now?" Dawn wondered aloud.
"Since you were about six years old hon., about thirty six years," Rhiannon's memory, still
as perfect as it should be.
"And now you look younger than I do," Dawn sighed.
"What's your point?"
"Nothing. I'm just waxing rhapsodic," Dawn shook herself to bring her back to the job at
hand, "We have a new candidate for transferal. This one's a real piece of work."
"Do you think you can handle another one this soon?" Rhiannon asked.
"Yes, I'm hoping for some more bulk anyway," Dawn, confirmed.
"So, tell me about our next victim?"
Dawn grabbed a file folder and handed it to Rhiannon, who took a comfortable seat across
from her and began to thumb through it.
"We are considering this electrician foreman who has numerous complaints against him
from the females that have worked for him, complaints of sexual harassment, women who get the
nastiest jobs, his attitude towards female electricians in general. We have complaints from the
men working for him as well. He was arrested for, assault and battery on three separate
occasions. One reported incident of spousal abuse is in the record. The spouse has passed away
since then leaving him a single parent of one child. His spouse died in a car accident after fleeing
their home one evening. The coroner, a lady friend of mine, determined that many of the injuries
she sustained were from before the accident occurred. She says that in her opinion the reason
for the crash was that her eyes were nearly swollen shut, making it very difficult for her to see."
"This qualifies in so many ways for our kind of punishment, however you stated that there
is a child involved. You know that I disapprove of leaving a child orphaned," Rhiannon stated
flatly, ready to toss the folder away without further consideration.
"You may wish to reconsider when I tell you the rest..." Dawn, with a mixture of anger and
sorrow, on her face, added.
"What could possible make me consider orphaning a child?" Rhiannon asked confident in
her rule's rightness.
"Look at the page with photos from the child's doctor and the emergency room."
"Oh, this poor little guy..." she declared, seeing the bruises and marks the boy sported,
"But orphaning him is still not the solution I would choose."
Dawn swallowed hard and steeled herself for what she knew would be coming, "Loo... ah
Look at the name Miss Rhiannon." Dawn, a hugely muscled woman body builder did not look as
if she would ever be afraid of anything. However, Dawn knew her godmother quite well, and so
she knew what could happen next.
As soon as Rhiannon saw the name printed on the paper, the very air in the room the two
women occupied took on a 'charged' quality. Small sparks jumped from chairs to tables and
from there to other objects in the room.
"Calm down, godmother. Don't shoot the messenger," Dawn cautioned, having been
present before when Rhiannon became enraged.
Dawn's use of the word godmother brought Rhiannon back from a blind unthinking rage,
which would have surely damaged portions of Dawn's parlor.
The fire slowly died down in Rhiannon's eyes and the sparks became fewer until they
finally stopped.
Dawn breathed a huge sigh of relief, "Thanks Rhiannon, I just bought some of this stuff
and I'd hate to have to go find it all again." Dawn smiled and gripped Rhiannon's shoulder in her
strong hand.
"Hank R. Speight! You knew?"
"Yes, I knew he is the father of one of your students," Dawn admitted.
"He's accepted as the next one, but you are going to help with the aftereffects, do you
understand?" Rhiannon's rage was closely held in-check as she stared at the image of the man,
with his hand raised, swinging on his son.
"Yes ma'am, I will do whatever you wish," Dawn pulled her godmother in for a tightly held
hug. "When do you want to do it?"
"Tomorrow night. Does Roger have any other family he can be placed with?" Rhiannon
asked, leafing through the file looking for the information.
"Don't waste your effort. Roger has no one other than his father."
"You've done such a thorough job with this, so tell me who you plan to place the child
with? Neither of us has the lifestyle needed to bring him up properly," Rhiannon rightly
determined. "You're one of the few who know who I really am, and why I couldn't do it."
"Yes godmother, and I know that my bodybuilding and business might not be the best
environment for a sensitive kid like him to grow up in. I have a lady I know who's only child, a
daughter, died a few months ago and is having a hard time filling the hole in her heart."
"Have you spoken with her about the possibilities?" Rhiannon, asked in her all-business
manor now that she was determined to see this through.
"Yes, and she was so hopeful that we could place a child with her. It nearly broke my
heart not to be able to promise her," Dawn declared, "If she gets him, she will dote on him like he
is the only reason for her to live."
"Local?"
"Yes, Roger would still be one of your students," Dawn reassured her godmother.
"It's settled then, tomorrow after school, Roger comes home with me, and Hank finds a
new home," Rhiannon stood, having made her decision. "It's going to be tough onstage tonight to
smile and sing."
"I'm sorry Rhiannon. I know what your students mean to you," Dawn hugged her
godmother once again.
"I'm sorrier that I didn't investigate this myself sooner. I've always felt protective toward
Roger and I should have followed my instincts about him," Rhiannon sadly admitted in self-
deprecation.
"You can't blame yourself," Dawn soothed.
"Poor Roger's life will be forever changed. I just have to believe it will be for the better,"
Rhiannon released herself from the hug and started for the door.
"See you tomorrow Rhiannon," Dawn waved as Rhiannon left her parlor. Dawn shuddered
suddenly, thinking of the rage Hank will be subjected to, the very next day. Dawn knew that her
friend wasn't merely named after the Celtic Goddess of the underworld. She is that very same
goddess.
Later That Evening - Narrator
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Rhiannon readied herself for tonight's performance on stage with her band, 'Sweet-N-Evil'.
Business as usual, however she paused before putting on her face to have a good cry for
her poor student.
Once she had settled down, put on her face, and donned her costume, Rhiannon joined
'Sweet-N-Evil' in front of the crowd. She smiled at the band members and told them which song
would begin tonight's performance.
Rhiannon turned and approached the microphone, saying, "I want to dedicate tonight's
opening song to one of the children I teach. This is for young Roger Speight with my hopes that
his torn life goes in a more beautiful direction starting tomorrow. The name of the song is The
'Cathain Legend,' written by: Grant Lee Phillips."
'Sweet-N-Evil' began to play for the first time on stage, 'The Cathain Legend' as sung by
Mistress Rhiannon.
The haunting melody held the audience spellbound. When she had finished the last verse,
the whole crowd was on its feet. Never had they heard such feeling and emotion poured into a
song.
That evening the performance was impeccable, however, anyone who was asked
afterwards, which song was the best would be heard to answer, "The first one." They might not
remember the name of the song, but they all remembered it was for Roger.
Come the New Day - Narrator
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Just prior to the school day's start, Rhiannon cornered Roger as he entered the school,
"Roger? Can I speak with you for a moment dear?"
Roger was so used to being in trouble for something that he slowly approached as if ready
to bolt should things get sketchy.
Rhiannon noticed right away and put his mind at ease, "You are not in trouble honey. I
just want to apologize to you."
This was something new for Roger. No adult had ever apologized to him before.
Once she had Roger safely alone Rhiannon began, "Roger, I'm sorry I was unaware of your
situation before yesterday. I should have been more observant."
Roger was puzzled at this, "Situation, Miss Rhiannon?"
Rhiannon couldn't resist any longer, she pulled the boy in for a hug.
Roger hadn't gotten a hug like this since his mother had died, which surprised him some,
but not as much as when she released him. For the first time in weeks, Roger was free from
aches and pains throughout his body. Had he inspected himself, he would have noticed that
every bruise and aching joint had disappeared from him.
"Wow, thanks Miss Rhiannon. I feel really good. You're the best hugger ever!" Roger
declared enthusiastically.
"I want you to enjoy yourself today, but before you leave to go home, I need to talk to you
again. Will you wait to talk to me after school?" she inquired, looking deeply into his eyes.
"F... F... for a little while, Dad gets really mad if I don't get home on time."
"Well, you won't have to worry about that. I've arranged things so he will never know you
were late. You trust me don't you?" Rhiannon asked the slight boy.
"More than anyone Miss Rhiannon," he declared definitively.
"Thank you Roger. Now why don't you go and play until school starts?" she let go of his
small hand with a smile.
"You're the best teacher ever Miss Rhiannon," he claimed, blushing as he ran away.
"I just wish that all of life's lessons didn't hurt so much..." she whispered to herself.
School's out For Roger - Narrator
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Rhiannon watched her classroom empty out, all but for Roger who waited as Rhiannon
had asked him to.
Rhiannon walked up to him, took his hand, and said, "Come with me Roger. We're going
for a ride in my car."
Roger could hardly believe his ears. Miss Rhiannon's car was the subject of many
students' awed whispers at the school. It was by far the coolest car any of them had ever seen.
Kids would walk out of their way just to go by it on their way home and Roger was going to get a
ride in it.
Rhiannon had to pretend not to notice Roger pinch himself to be certain that he wasn't
dreaming.
Once Roger was belted in next to Rhiannon and they were tooling from the parking lot
with many of Roger's friends watching him go by, in the Ferrari with Miss Rhiannon, he saw envy
written all over their faces and it made him grin so big it hurt his face.
"Do you like my little car Roger?"
"Oh yes, it's über cool," he admitted, but then he thought better and asked, "You aren't
going to drop me off at my house in this are you Miss Rhiannon." Roger knew that he would
catch hell if his father saw him arrive home in that car.
"Don't worry Roger, you won't be getting beaten ever again," Rhiannon promised him.
'Oh no, I'm being abducted by my teacher...' Roger thought to himself.
"You're not being kidnapped Roger. I am going to help you, and make certain that you are
with a loving parent from now on," she reassured him.
Roger was still quite frightened, so Rhiannon did the only thing she could, to spare him
from his angst, she reached out and touched his head with a single index finger and the boy
slumped over in the soft leather bucket seat, asleep.
'That should hold Roger and keep him safe until I have dealt with Hank,' she thought.
Goddess Enraged - Narrator
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Rhiannon met up with Dawn at her home with little Roger sound asleep in the passenger
seat.
Dawn was expecting them and carried the slumbering boy into her house, laying him on
the pretty guest bed, "He's even cuter in person than in the photos," she exclaimed to Rhiannon
who had followed her into the bedroom.
"I am still very concerned for Roger. I haven't wanted to extract vengeance on anyone in a
long time as much as with Hank," Rhiannon said, looking sadly at the sleeping boy before her.
The two women left him sleeping peacefully. As they closed the door, Dawn stood back
waiting while Rhiannon waved her hands in the air and brought them together in a clap like
thunder, almost more felt than heard. A shimmering luminescence hung a couple inches in front
of the door, continued along the walls to the width of the room, and then disappeared into the
wall at right angles.
"I still love seeing you do things like that! That was a guard spell on the room to protect
Roger while we're away I assume?"
"Yes, no one and nothing of this earth can harm Roger while he is enshrouded in the fog.
(You can't see it outside of the bedroom.) He will be safe and slumbering until I awaken him,
once we are through with this ugly business," Rhiannon sighed and then added, "Are you ready
to do this?"
"Yes godmother," Dawn nodded her assent.
Rhiannon whirled her hands about herself, she seemed to shimmer out of focus, and when
she could be seen again, she was wearing a glittering golden short-skirted gown with matching
thigh-high boots.
Dawn knew this look and was far more terrified of Rhiannon in Gold, than most people
would be of her in jet black. Dawn recognized this as 'Rhiannon the Goddess,' bearing little
resemblance to the Rhiannon the rest of the world knew.
Rhiannon swirled her hands about Dawn next and the muscular lady was dressed in a
similar dress though hers wasn't the same pattern, her mid-drift and arms were exposed,
accompanied by gold armbands and gauntlets. Dawn appeared more warrior than as a tattoo
artist. The outfit was finished off with a golden mask, hiding Dawn's face with that of an enraged
Amazon.
"Let's visit Hank invisibly at first," Rhiannon suggested, snapping her fingers and the two
winked out from Dawn's house, appearing ethereally above Hank in his living room.
Hank was seated in front of his television in his jockeys, swilling beer and staring at a
baseball game, "Where is that fuckin' kid?" he muttered.
"Sum bitch needs to make dinner and clean up this shit hole," he drunkenly declared.
"Hafta teach that fuck a lesson when he gets here. I told him not to be late no more!" Hank
angrily threw his beer bottle across the living room where it exploded into small shards of glass.
"Hafta get mah own damn beer now!"
Hank got up and made his way into the kitchen.
Rhiannon and Dawn floated over to Roger's room and found a very Spartan place. Roger
had a small bed, a desk with a folding chair, a dresser, and very few toys, all of which were neatly
stored on a shelf.
The women floated over Hank's room and discovered a rat's nest. Bed unmade, dirty
clothes strewn about, Playboy Magazines laying open all over, and beer bottles laying all about on
the floor.
The two ethereal women floated back towards the living room, which was tidy, but it was
evident that little Roger was the one charged with cleaning it.
Hank was again, seated in front of the TV and downing another beer, with four more
stacked next to his chair for him to grab so he wouldn't need to get up again soon.
The kitchen was clean and there were only a few dished in the sink, waiting for someone
to wash them, most likely Roger.
"Where the fuck is that worthless fucking kid?" came from Hank in the living room and it
was punctuated with a loud belch.
The air in the room took on an electrically charged quality. Little sparks flew from
furniture to walls and floor.
Even though he was drunk, Hank took notice, "What-the-fuck?" he exclaimed looking all
about the room. He finally saw the two golden female forms solidify right in front of his chair.
"Holy shit, where'd you come from?"
"Hank Roger Speight, the Goddess Rhiannon has come to extract retribution. What do
you have to say for yourself?" Rhiannon announced, her voice ringing as though through an
amplified echo chamber.
"Fuck you ain't nothing but Roger's big tittied teacher! Ha! You come for some of Hank's
cock eh? It don't matter. Whatever you came for, you're in my house, so you're mine!" Hank
rose from his easy chair unsteadily staggering over towards the women he towered over.
"You have confirmed the judgment of Rhiannon with your vile intentions. My enforcer
shall take from you what she needs and leave the rest to me!"
"Yah baby, come and get some!" Hank directed his stagger towards the woman who
appeared chiseled from golden marble.
Behind her mask, Dawn's face broke into a demonic grin, closely approximating the one
her mask sported.
As soon as he was within reach, Dawn wrapped her hugely muscled arms around Hank
who immediately went limp as she lifted him off the floor.
"What you doing?" Hank cried out, totally helpless in her steely grip.
Rhiannon chanted, "Dha nerth remüvya an Dawn." ( * See translation at the end.)
To any casual observer they would have seen Hanks arms shrink in bulk, his muscular
legs diminish in mere seconds, his shoulders and chest loose all their definition, his stature
diminish, and his face become almost androgynous.
At the same time, Dawn appeared to gain size and definition to her entire physique. Dawn
grew no taller, nor did she take on any masculine attributes, and in fact her breast size increased
substantially.
When she was done with him, Dawn could hold up what was left with one hand. She had
to bunch up his clothes though, lest they fall off him.
"Rhiannon wishes to see what is left of his manhood," Rhiannon declared, more for Hank's
sake than her own. Rhiannon had seen this enough times before to know exactly what was left.
Dawn allowed Hank's pants to fall to the floor from his thin hips and near anorexic body.
"I don't think you will be using that for a weapon again Hanky. You're not hung any better
now than most ten year old boys," Rhiannon taunted.
Hank now as weak, as a kitten, looked down at his crotch and upon seeing his shriveled
penis and testicles, he began to cry.
"You don't deserve to be a man Hank. Beating that poor sweet son of yours, Roger, and
his mother, you have abused your strength, and now you've lost it. Should there be any doubt in
your mind, you've also lost Roger. I shall take him to my bosom and he shall be reborn to a
loving parent who will appreciate what a special person Roger is."
"Finish disrobing him," Rhiannon ordered.
Hank was easily slipped out of his now, oversized clothing. He looked like a scrawny
teenage boy, who is small for his age.
"I could leave you like this Hank. You would never become stronger. You would never
become larger in any dimension, no matter how much you worked out, or how many steroids you
took. You would never become more masculine in any way. However, never let the Goddess
Rhiannon be said to be compassionless. Prepare yourself Hank. The Goddess of metamorphosis
will give you a life where being small and weak can be an asset."
Rhiannon raised both hands, fingers splayed widely over her head, in an attitude
reminiscent of someone ready to pounce on their prey.
She began to chant, "Dewes Rhiannon brüsy hem tebeles dhe an deleth cussya a benenek
tekter ha yeunes." ( ** See translation at the end.)
Pink clouds of smoke emanated from her palms and directed towards the form on the
floor, which lay in a fetal position. Hank seemed to soften and fill out some. Hank's butt spread
wider and plumped up into twin soft crescents.
His face seemed to shrink and become all eyes and lips, accented by high cheekbones and
a small upturned nose.
Hank's narrow shoulders began moving together sporting large soft nipples hanging in
front and between them. Behind those enlarging nipples, there appeared to be balloons, which
were quickly being, inflated. Larger and larger they became, as his nipples puffed out like
marshmallows on top of the balloons.
Hank moaned and you could hear it gain in pitch until it reached unrealistically high
tones, like those of tiny young girl.
His waist pinched in, farther and farther becoming ridiculously small in circumference.
The last thing to go Hank reached out to hold onto, attempting to keep it from slipping
away. However, it did no good, Hank's once proud cock shank away in his dainty little hands
until he was gripping his clitoris, centered above his new, long, wet slit.
Hank's changes kept going until he was any male's wet dream girl.
Hank couldn't seem to release his clit and discovered that his vulva was drooling a huge
puddle of lubrication onto the rug. Hank twisted and yanked on his hand trying to let go, but
the more he did, the wetter, and the shorter of breath he became.
Without ever having meant to, Hank orgasmed in gushing bliss in no time.
His orgasm seemed to cloud his mind, though he continued to try to release his clitoris.
Hank soon discovered that since now he was a girl, he could easily be, brought to orgasm time
and time again. After Hank had yanked himself to a half dozen mind numbing orgasms, his
mind could no longer take the intense stimulation and he fainted.
"Gather up that nymphomaniac slut and bring her with us," Rhiannon ordered Dawn, and
being familiar with the drill, she lifted the soft creature into her strong arms as Rhiannon
teleported the two to Dawn's tattoo parlor and the locked rooms it contained in the basement.
"Good news girls! I brought you another playmate. When she wakes up, I'll put her in
with the rest of you to get acquainted," Dawn announced as she placed the unconscious form
onto a femininely draped bed in an empty cell and locked it behind her.
Roger's Dilemma - Narrator
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"Now we do the hard part," Rhiannon sighed, as she translated them back to Dawn's
house.
"Do you want to change us before... or should we do this in official garb?" Dawn asked
Rhiannon as they approached the spell locked room.
"Roger needs to know," Rhiannon informed her, "So now, another mortal will grow up
knowing my secret. However, I don't mind this one. He reminds me of one forty years past."
"I know dear godmother. I hope he acclimates well," Dawn agreed with her ancient friend.
Rhiannon slid her hand through the shimmering field as if it were a knife blade, bursting
the bubble of protection. She opened the door and the two entered to watch over Rogers' sleeping
form.
"Awaken my child," she commanded.
Roger yawned and stretched. When his eyes beheld his teacher decked out and
shimmering with golden power, standing next to a woman with more muscles that he had ever
seen on a lady he let out a tiny shriek.
"Calm yourself Roger Lukas Speight," Rhiannon spoke in that echoing voice she had used
with his father not long before. "Rhiannon, Goddess of the Moon, has taken you into her
protection. Your sole remaining parent, Hank, has been punished for his many crimes against
you, your mother, women, and others in general. I regret deeply that this means you will never
see him again," tears were streaming from her eyes, "Fear not my child. Rhiannon will replace
that which you have lost, with better than you had. If you will allow me to, I will explain further,
though I prefer to do it as your friend and teacher, not as the Goddess Rhiannon. May I?"
Roger's eyes were the size of saucers as he nodded his ascent.
Rhiannon whirled her hands first around Dawn, and then about herself, restoring both
Dawn and herself to the clothing they were wearing when first this evening began.
Rhiannon now in the dress and voice Roger was familiar with came to the boy and sat on
the bed next to him.
Dawn took the opposite side, as she was now much softer looking without, her muscles
being pumped up, and having her heart go out to the young boy's plight.
"Roger, I want you to meet my friend, Dawn Whitham. I have known Dawn since she was
as young as you are now," Rhiannon introduced.
"H... how can that be? She looks older than you do Miss Rhiannon," he stammered,
momentarily having forgotten all about how mad his father would be when he came home late.
"I was not just play-acting a minute ago Roger. I really am a Goddess. I was constrained
to live on earth after I fell in love with and married a mortal. His name was Pwyll. (Pronounced
Poo-ul.) He died long ago and I loved him deeply," Rhiannon explained.
Roger dove at her, hugging her, saying, "I'm so sorry Miss Rhiannon."
"Thank you dear. It has been over a thousand years since I lost him, but I still know the
pain. I grieve with you too Roger. You lost your mother not long ago, and now I have been forced
to take away your father. I can help fill those holes in your sole, if you agree to what I propose. I
won't make you do it, but I believe for you, it will be best. I know how your father was treating
you. How you cooked, cleaned, and waited on him, only to receive beatings for your love and
efforts. You deserve better and I want to see that you get it."
"Is he really gone?"
Rhiannon nodded her head to affirm that he was.
"Your father isn't dead. You need to know this. You would never recognize him if you
were to see him again. His form was changed to aid in his punishment. Goddess Rhiannon does
not kill to punish. She has far better ways to show mortals the error of their ways," Rhiannon
elucidated.
Roger's eyes lost focus as the knowledge sank in. He finally spoke, "I hope you don't think
I'm rotten Miss Rhiannon, but I can't cry for him."
"No, Roger, I think you might cry for him later. However, he doesn't deserve it. You need
to start a new life and I want to help you do that. Do you trust me?" Rhiannon asked the boy.
Roger looked at his small hands and meekly said, "I trust you Miss Rhiannon. What do
you want to do with me?"
"For one thing Roger, your father's disappearance has made things so that you couldn't be
in my school anymore if you remain, who and what you are. It would be necessary to have you
placed in a foster home, and at your age, those are usually a dead end. I don't want to have that
happen. I know a lady in the area who lost her daughter in a tragic accident recently and she
needs a child as much as you need a parent."
"The difficult part is, I want you to remain my student, and to live a fulfilling life with me
near to watch out for you. What will have to happen to do all these things is that Roger must be
gone. I will have to make you appear to be someone else entirely. Would you allow me to do that
for you?" Rhiannon asked.
"I guess so Miss Rhiannon. Who would I be?" Roger questioned.
"I want to make you so that no one would ever suspect that you are Roger, and to make
the lady who would be your mother happy again. That would mean I have to make you a girl,
Roger. You don't have to decide immediately, but I need an answer tonight, before things happen
that might make it awkward for us," Rhiannon cautiously put her plan to the sweet boy.
"Would you make it so I like being a girl?" Roger asked, with his eyes wide with wonder.
"I guarantee it. One thing that I must insist on though, is that you can never tell anyone
who I really am and what I can do. That can be hard sometimes, just ask Dawn, she's kept my
secret for forty years."
"It has been difficult godmother, but it has also been one of my greatest joys, knowing
you," Dawn squeezed her godmother's elbow to accent her admission.
"Won't the other kids know it's me in a dress?" Roger fretted.
"Let's see if you know it's you in a dress and I think that will tell you," Rhiannon stood,
holding her hands as she had with Hank, "Hem tullwysk a gwregoleth rak ty," the pink smoke
gathered about the boy, as she chanted. ( *** See translation at the end.)
The changes he underwent were nowhere near as drastic as his father had experienced.
Roger's nipples became soft and puffy, his face rearranged in such a way that he might be
mistaken for one of Rhiannon's relatives, as it took on a softer look. Unlike his father, Roger's
clothes morphed with him, becoming a pretty, pink, sun dress with knee high socks and patent
leather shoes.
Rhiannon took Roger over to a mirror, "Do you know this person?"
"Never seen her before," Roger admitted, looking the new him up and down, having trouble
believing it was he that looked back.
"Would you mistake what you see for a boy?"
"No way!" Roger agreed.
"Will you be this lovely girl for me, so that I may introduce you to your mother?" Rhiannon
asked.
Roger rather uncouthly, grabbed his crotch, to make certain that it was as it now felt to
him, "Wow this feels weird... but it's okay."
"You won't be looked at as a boy in a dress, or even as Roger who was turned into a girl,
you are a real girl and you don't look anything like you did. Your classmates will get to meet the
new girl," Rhiannon reassured the changed girl.
"What's my name? If I'm to be someone else what should I be called?"
"How about Tamara? That was the name of an old friend of mine. She was a protector
and a water goddess. Do you like that name?" Rhiannon asked the still stunned newly minted
girl.
"Did she have big boobs too?" she asked innocently.
Rhiannon and Dawn both laughed heartily.
"Yes, she was even bigger than I am," Rhiannon recalled, "A great river flowed from her
breasts to protect all of Cornwall."
"Wow, she had really big boobs then! Am I going to have boobs that big when I grow up?"
"Well, you won't be a goddess, but yes, you will have some lovely huge boobs. That is if
you want them," Rhiannon added the caveat to allow the new girl to decline having them.
"Oh no, if I have to be a girl I want to be pretty like you," Roger hugged Rhiannon tightly,
and knew that he was no longer Roger, but now, Tamara.
"Don't be alarmed now Tamara. Dawn and I need to change again," with that, Rhiannon
took on her 'official' persona and translated the three of them to the home of Tamara's potential
mother, Conni Cromwell.
They found Conni sitting at her kitchen table eating a light supper. When the three
popped into existence across the table from her, she dropped her fork with a clatter and a sharp
intake of breath.
"Fear not, Conni Ashleigh Cromwell. The goddess Rhiannon is not here to harm you.
Rhiannon has heard of your loss and broken heart. Rhiannon is here to offer something to fill
the hole in your heart. Know that should you accept, how well you perform will be closely
watched. Rhiannon offers you the opportunity to be mother to this orphan, who is part of her
heart. How say you Conni?"
"I must be dreaming... but on the wild chance that I'm not, yes, I would love to have
another daughter," Conni declared with a suspicious expression on her face.
"Conni, meet your new daughter, Tamara Ashleigh Cromwell. Come the morning, you will
discover that legally Tamara is the fraternal twin to the daughter you lost. Care for her well, lest
Rhiannon discover your failings," with that Rhiannon and Dawn disappeared, leaving Tamara
and Conni alone in the kitchen.
Tamara's Story - Tamara
*****************************
I woke up in the middle of a big bed in what looked like a girl's room. I must have fallen
asleep in Miss Rhiannon's car.
Miss Rhiannon, in a golden dress stood near, with another golden lady, who has really big
muscles. The two of them seem to shimmer and glow as I stared at them.
I yelped, but Miss Rhiannon told me that she was really a Goddess. I know better than to
contradict grownups so I just listened.
She told me that she had punished my dad, but more likely, he's been arrested again,
which means that when he gets home I'm going to get it.
I started to believe her when she changed out of the golden dress right before my eyes and
I could finally see the face of the other woman.
Her voice changed too, now it was as she is at school.
The things she told me were so incredible and sad. She really must be a goddess
especially if the other woman is really younger than she is.
She told me that dad isn't dead, but that I won't see him again. Who will take care of me
now? True, dad wasn't much, but he was all I had.
When she offered me a new mother, that was tough enough to believe, but when she
added that she wanted me to be a girl too, I was starting to have trouble accepting that. Girls
look way different than boys do and I would look funny wearing a dress. Everyone would laugh
and call me names.
Miss Rhiannon turned golden again and said some strange words, which made me feel all
funny. The next thing I knew, I'm standing in front of a mirror looking at a really pretty girl that
I've never seen before, but her lips move when mine do.
I had to make sure the strange feeling I had between my legs was real, cause it felt like my
thing was gone. When I grabbed myself down there I knew it was true. It felt like my butt went
all the way from back to front!
If I wasn't sure that Rhiannon was a goddess before, I sure am now.
She named me after a friend, another goddess in fact. The funny part is that she says
when I grow up I'll have big boobs like her. That's cool because I always liked Miss Rhiannon's
big bumps. They make all the men act so silly when she's talking to them and she stands out
from all of the other women. I don't understand why some of them look at her so funny though.
Suddenly Miss Rhiannon... uh, no... Goddess Rhiannon, Dawn, and I are in another
house with a lady eating a salad. I think she almost passed out when we popped in.
Goddess Rhiannon asked her to be my mom and she accepted! This is neat. Maybe I will
be okay after all.
When Goddess Rhiannon and Dawn disappeared, my new mom and I were alone in her
kitchen.
"Y... y... you're still here?" Conni stammered.
"Yes mother, where else would I be?" I asked.
Mother leapt up from the table and grabbed me in a bear hug, "Oh dear god, I have a
daughter." She began soaking my new dress with her tears.
I wasn't sure how to take her crying so I asked her, "You are going to be my new mother,
aren't you?"
"I don't really know what just happened, but if it is true, I so want to be your mother, that
it hurts," Conni wept.
"It was real mother. The goddess Rhiannon promised to replace my father with a loving
mother," I told her, because if I'm a girl now, it had to be real.
"You had a father?" mother asked me.
"Yes, but Rhiannon punished him for hitting me so much and so, he can't be my father
anymore. She said you needed a daughter and I needed a mother. Am I okay for a daughter? I
don't know much about being a girl, but I'll try really hard," I promised.
"How can you not know how to be a girl sweetie?"
"Because I was a boy a half an hour ago," I told her.
The next thing I know, mom has passed out onto the floor. I didn't know moms got drunk
too, so I did as I would for dad. I slipped a comforter that I found on the sofa under her and
dragged her to the couch. Then I piled up cushions in front of the couch and rolled her up onto
the sofa, making sure that she was on her side, in case she threw up. I took off her dress and
folded it up on the coffee table so it wouldn't be wrinkled.
I put everything back where it was and then washed mom's plate. It took me a few
minutes to find out where she kept the dishes so I could put it away.
I went in to check on mom and she was okay. It was awfully quiet though. I'm used to
dad leaving the television blaring on some kind of sports game.
I was on my knees looking into her face to see if she was all right when her eyes opened.
That never happened with dad so I asked, "Are you okay mom?"
"What? What happened?" she mumbled.
"You passed out, just like dad used to. You're not going to hit me are you? I did
everything right didn't I?" I asked her worriedly.
"What? Where's my dress?"
"I folded it on the coffee table. I didn't know where you keep your clothes," I figured that
might be a good enough excuse that she wouldn't be mad.
"How the heck did you get me onto the sofa, little one?" Conni asked, now starting to come
fully awake.
"The same way I used to do for dad. He was a lot heavier, but I was a little stronger then
too. I made a pile of cushions and rolled you up there," I supplied. It's funny dad never asked
how he got onto the couch."
"You dear sweet thing! I'm so sorry!" Conni declared, weeping and holding Tamara tightly.
"I didn't 'pass out' honey. I fainted. I can't believe you took care of me though. I should be
taking care of you."
"That's okay, I'm used to it," I told her, "but I'm more used to getting hit than hugged. I
like being hugged a lot better."
"I don't know who your father was honey, but whatever Rhiannon did to him, I hope one
day he realizes what a treasure he lost. Come with me sweetie. I want to show you around your
new home," Conni said, picking me up and heading for the kitchen.
"Where... what happened to my dirty dishes?" Conni asked aloud.
"I washed them and put them away," I told her, but I began to tremble, thinking that she
might not have been done eating. "I hope you were done..."
"Oh my god! You're trembling. What's wrong honey?" Conni forgot all about the dishes.
"You're not going to hit me are you?" I worried.
"Never! I promise Tamara. I will never hit you, ever!" Conni swore.
"Okay..." I was glad she said that but it was hard to stop shaking.
"Don't worry, I was done eating. Thank you for cleaning up my mess too," she confirmed,
stroking my long blonde hair. "I am beginning to really hate your father dear. Why don't you try
to forget that life now and relax while we look around, okay?"
"Okay. Wow, you smell nice," I declared, nuzzling into her shoulder.
"Thank you honey. I will make you smell pretty and teach you everything about being a
girl. When you told me that you were a boy before, I couldn't handle all of the new things that
had happened tonight, that's why I fainted, not because I was inebriated... uh, drunk," Conni
realized that I might not know the big word.
"Uh, I think I need to go, but I don't know where the potty is and I never went as a girl
before," I informed my new mom.
"Oh my! Well, come on," she carried me to the bathroom and set me on the floor.
I went to pull out my thing, but it wasn't there anymore.
"You really were a boy! Here darling, pull your panties down and sit on the seat as if you
were going poop," she told me, while helping me with my soft undies.
"Gosh, those feel lots nicer than my old shorts," I said, holding onto her to steady myself.
Conni giggled, "Sweetie, if you like that, I promise that you'll never have to wear anything
but the softest, smoothest, prettiest things I can find. Okay, sit down."
I sat on the seat with my panties around my ankles and nothing happened. I looked over
to mother worriedly.
"Relax your butt muscles hon.," she instructed.
That seemed to work as I heard the pee flowing into the bowl, but it splashed all over my
bottom, "Oops, I got some pee on me..." I blushed.
Conni laughed brightly, "Sweetie, girls always do, that's why you have to wipe when you
are done. Here wipe like this," she showed me how by wiping my butt for me.
"Thank you," I told her, nobody had been this nice to me since mom died.
"It is my pleasure dear. Now pull up your panties and wash you hands."
We both washed our hands and when we were done, she hugged me again, "God, I love
you. I am so happy I can't hardly stand it."
"I love you too mother," I replied. It was strange calling her that, but it felt right.
Conni led me to a bedroom and walked me to the bed, which she lifted me onto, "This is
going to be your room. I know my daughter would want you to have all of her things. I kept it
just the way she had it before..." Conni couldn't finish that sentence.
"I'm sorry mommy," I held her and she stopped her tears.
"You are almost too good honey," Conni assured me, "I should be comforting you."
"Why? I have a new mom who won't hit me and a pretty room with lots of new things," I
asked her mystified as to her concerns.
"Never mind right now hon.. Tomorrow you and I are going shopping and I'm going to
spend a small fortune on you. Would you like that?" she smiled reassuringly.
"It's not my birthday or anything," I informed her because I didn't want her to spend a lot
of money for no reason.
"I know sweetie. I want to do something for you because you made me so happy. I want
you to have some of your very own things too, not just hand me downs."
"I don't mind using my sister's clothes and stuff," I offered. I must have said something
really bad because she began weeping really hard.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, whatever I said. Don't cry..." I frantically told her, hugging
her around the neck.
"No... no, Tamara, you didn't say anything wrong. You made me so happy when you
referred to my daughter as your sister. God she would have been so happy to have had you as a
sister."
"Okay, I just thought..."
"Shh... honey, it's getting late and I need to get you into a soft and pretty nightie," Conni
stated, standing and going to a drawer in the white, flower covered dresser, "Hmm, I think this is
the right one." Conni pulled out a sheer baby blue baby doll and held it up for Tamara to see.
"Girls wear those to bed?" I was astonished. I had never seen anything like it.
"Strip Tamara and I will enfold you in softness," Conni smiled knowing I would love the
feeling.
I started taking off my shiny black shoes and socks, which wasn't difficult. Next, I
dropped the panties, but I couldn't find where the dress was fastened to me.
Conni giggled at my struggles and said, "Here honey, it's zippered up the back," and she
unzipped me, letting the dress fall to the floor.
I was surprised to find out that I had something around my chest, "What's this?"
"Oh my, honey, you're wearing a training bra already. Here, I'll get it off you," Conni told
me as she unhooked it.
I looked it over and saw a pretty, pink rose in the middle of it.
"Oh goodness, I guess you needed that bra too," Conni said in mild shock.
"Huh?" I said, looking down at my chest. I was surprised to see big soft nipples with tiny
bumps behind them, "What happened to me?"
"Nothing sweetie. You are just developing a little earlier than most girls your age. It's
nothing to worry about. I bet you will have boobs like your protector, Rhiannon, when you grow
up," she remarked chattily as she looked over my new body. "You are quite developed for a eight
year old. I suppose that was a gift from your goddess."
I was a little ashamed so I told mom, "I was afraid I wouldn't look like a girl when she
changed me. I think she wanted me to feel like a real girl."
"You sure look like one honey. Hold still, now step into these panties," Conni held them
for me to get into, "Now prepare yourself," she said as she floated the gossamer top over my head.
The silky feeling whispered to my soft skin all the way down. I shivered.
"Does that feel nice?"
"It makes me feel like I peed a little..." I confessed with a blush.
"That's what happens to girls when they get excited honey. It's like when your thing got
hard before, very natural, and good, for you. We'll talk about that more later though," she
assured me.
I yawned big.
"You must be tired sweetie, gosh, especially after hauling my big body around the house. I
can't thank you enough for that. You're so special. I promise to do my best to deserve an
extraordinary girl like you," she kissed my cheek, turned down the bed, put me into it, and then
tucked me in.
"Thanks," I said with a tear in my eye.
"What's the matter? Why the tear?"
"I haven't been tucked in since mom died..."
She hugged and kissed me saying, "Get used to it, because I'm tucking you in for a long
time."
Mom turned out the lights and I let the darkness take me.
Hank's World - Hank
I was startled when those golden bitches appeared in my place, but when the one hugged
me, and I shrank, I knew that it was just another drunken nightmare.
Therefore when the little one with huge giant knockers started chanting and turned me
into a booby slut, it was just more nightmare to me. Of course, I've never orgasmed like that in a
dream, but there is the first time for everything.
When I woke up though and saw the huge woman with the muscles towering over me I
began to think it might not have been a dream.
The woman grabbed my huge nipple and twisted it painfully and I screeched in a voice so
high I scared myself.
"Wondering where these lovely nipples came from bitch? Are you wondering why I'm so
big and you're so small?" Dawn began her training of the new addition to her stable. "Well if you
remember in your drunken stupor, I took your strength and a very pissed off goddess made you
into a slut."
"Got to wake up now Hank," I told myself in a Munchkin high female voice. "Got to make
sure that worthless kid made my lunch and left for school..."
That statement got me punched square in the mouth, bam! I had never seen stars like
that before. I screamed like a sissy. 'What the hell is going on?' I thought.
"If ever I hear you refer to that incredible, loving child like that again bitch, you will regret
it for all time!" Dawn screamed into Hank's swollen lipped face.
'Maybe that could get me out of this?' I thought, so I said, "Where is Roger?"
"There is no Roger anymore. Roger was taken by the goddess Rhiannon to his reward for
putting up with a scumbag father like YOU!" Dawn screamed three inches from Hank's new face.
Dawn smiled and added, "Not that you could father anything with the pussy between your
legs now! Haw, haw, haw!"
My hand moved like lightning to my crotch to confirm what I already knew to be true.
"Horny already this morning Hanky? That I am prepared to help you out with," Dawn
declared, moving back away from Hank.
"Stand up bitch, you need a bath!" Dawn ordered.
I must not have stood quickly enough, because Dawn snatched my hair and pulled me to
my tiny feet. "Ahh," I yelled.
"You had better get it through that air head of yours slut, you do what I say, when I say it,
and as quickly as possible! You got that slut?" Dawn whispered menacingly into my shell-like
ear.
"Yes ma'am," I squeaked back.
"I love the silly voice Rhiannon gave you, it makes you sound like such a sex toy," Dawn
exclaimed, "Now, follow me and be quick about it."
She set me back onto my feet, which were hard to keep flat on the floor as I followed her.
The way my body jiggled and shook with every step was distracting to say the least. I found
myself staring at the giant mountains of flesh hanging off the front of me, getting hotter with
every step.
"That's right, take your drooling snatch into the bath tub and start washing," she
commanded.
I was too frightened of what she might do if I disobeyed, so I quickly climbed into the
warm, sweet smelling bath water. "Ooh," I moaned as the oily water swept over my voluptuous
body.
"I can see your new body's imperatives have begun to take over. Soon you will be
operating on autopilot. Yielding to that body's every yearning," Dawn laughed demonically.
I forgot what she was talking about almost immediately. The feeling of the soap sliding
over my soft, smooth body was foremost in my thoughts. When I soaped up my voluminous
breasts I nearly slipped below the water. Every rub on them had me moaning and my split
bottom was nearly burning with desire.
"Do you like having boobs Hanky? Where is that macho swinging dick attitude now?"
Dawn taunted, even though she knew that, my feminized male mind was enshrouded in the
pleasures of my new flesh. She knew I could hear her, but was unable to do anything about it.
After I had washed all over, though my being new to femininity, I hadn't known that I
missed a vital spot, so the muscle broad said, "That was very good Hanky, but you missed a
spot."
Dawn took a fat douche bag from a nearby hanger and hung it back up near the tub.
When she grabbed the business end to hand to me, my eyes grew round as teacup saucers, "You
need to shove this up inside you hon.. I'll handle turning the flow on."
I knew that if I didn't immediately do as she ordered, I would wind up in pain. I grabbed
the penis shaped end from her and began slowly easing it into my new cunt.
'This is so humiliating!' I thought as it pushed out the inner walls of my vagina.
I knew about douching. I was married at one time, but this wasn't quite the same. I could
feel a warm, thick oil begin oozing out from between my legs into the water, "What the Fuck?" I
exclaimed.
I was slapped upside my head, "My bitches don't swear. Don't make me remind you
again!" Dawn growled.
Everything seemed to feel better, or hurt more than I have ever experienced before. I was
almost shocked when I began crying.
"Aw, did I hurt the big strong Hanky?" Dawn asked in a 'cutie' voice. "How's it feel to be
the little, soft, easily-hurt person? Don't you wish you were that big strong mean asshole that
you were yesterday? It wouldn't have done you any good though. I am easily twice as strong as
you ever were."
"However, I don't want you to think that I will hit you whenever you do something wrong.
You won't be hit, after your training is complete. Until then, I must be strict. You will be in
training for at least a month so get used to it, bitch. The more feminine you act, the less likely
you are to be punished. You are here to learn to be a proper slut, and you will learn it well."
"Ah, it looks like your lubrication is finished. Pull out the probe but insert this right
away," Dawn handed me a penis shaped dildo with an indent around the base next to the flat
bottom.
I whimpered but did as she ordered. The dildo slid in easily, bottomed out and my labia
tightened around the indent, keeping the dildo from falling out.
Dawn grabbed a towel and had me stand while she draped it around me, helping me out of
the tub. I started to rub myself dry with the towel and quickly discovered that my new skin was
way too delicate for that kind of thing.
"I bet you won't forget that lesson. It hurts to rub a towel on your girly soft skin now,
doesn't it?"
"Y... yes," I stammered.
"You are just a sissy weak girl now Hanky. Here, you need two towels now that you're a
girl," Dawn said, handing me a towel for my long blonde hair.
I looked at it, but had no idea how to wrap it around my head.
"You are pathetic! Here, flip your hair forward, now wrap the towel like this," Dawn
instructed.
Once she had it on me I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw an incredibly sexy 'Gent
Magazine' type model in a big fluffy towel staring back at me. A tear began rolling down her
cheek as I watched.
"Aw, poor baby. Maybe you should have been a human being and you wouldn't be in that
gorgeous sexy body. You heard Rhiannon's curse, didn't you?"
"I heard her say some mumbo jumbo," I replied.
"Yah, well that mumbo jumbo is an ancient Celtic language. I'll translate it for you. The
first thing she said was, 'Your strength transfers to Dawn,' which you probably could have
guessed from the outcome. The second thing she said was, 'Goddess Rhiannon sentences this
wicked person to the suitable curse of womanly beauty and yearning.' I'll let that meaning unfold
to you over the next couple of weeks," Dawn said, snickering.
"Now, slip these panties on and then I'll help you with the bra," Dawn told me, handing me
some pink lacy panties.
I pulled those on without incident, but when she wrapped the bra around me and fastened
it in place, I moaned like a slut.
"Good girl. Acting like a slut is exactly what I want to see. Keep that up and maybe you
will be through with training early," Dawn declared while she finished the adjustment of the
straps.
I wasn't expecting the garter belt she slipped onto me, or the silk stockings, which followed
that.
When the slip flowed over me as if it were whispering to my skin all the way down, I
shuddered and moaned, which made Dawn quite happy.
"Hanky, look at those nipples poking through your bra as if they were screaming, 'Horny
bitch here'," Dawn snickered as she ran her hand over my protruding nipples, which only served
to make them more pronounced. "Just like walking around with a boner."
I could feel my face heat up.
"Well, you have blushing down. Let's go on to the next sissy girl lesson. First though, you
might want to pee," she pointed to the toilet.
'Oh, pee,' I thought. 'Okay, no stupid typical male mistakes.'
I walked over to the toilet. Pulled down my panties... well I tried to pull down my panties.
They stopped right at the top of my nylons.
"This lesson is to remind you that when wearing a garter and hose, always lace the straps
of the garter through your panties so that you can slip them off when you want to pee," Dawn
instructed.
I unlatched the hose and pulled my panties down, and then I could sit and pee. I even
remembered to wipe my... my... my butt, before standing back up. This time I affixed my garter
straps to the hose and then pulled my panties up. 'Oh my god, did I just think that? 'I pulled up
my panties'?' I thought to myself in near panic.
"You look like you've just come to the realization that you'll be wearing panties for the rest
of your days, didn't you Hanky?" Dawn mocked. "Well it's even worse than that, but you'll figure
that out for yourself soon enough."
I made no reply. I simply smoothed the slip along my flanks.
"Well, here is your dress for today," Dawn said, proffering a shimmering black silk dress.
I was afraid to take it, for I knew that putting it on would make me shiver and moan, but I
also knew that if I didn't Dawn would kick my ass.
I did my best to put it on without allowing it to caress my body, but no matter how careful
I was the last couple of inches was all it took.
This time Dawn only smiled and then said, "How do you like that cleavage out in front of
you hon.?"
I looked for the first time at what was a half an acre of cleavage jutting off the front of me.
How could I have ignored this for so long? I reached up and supported my bra-encased boobs
with my hands.
To say that I moaned would be an understatement. The silk of the dress, the feel of my
hands on my boobs, and the feel of the lace on my hands, all worked together to promote the
sexiest feeling I've ever experienced.
When I began rubbing my boobs from below and moaning harder Dawn stopped me
saying, "Not yet my pretty, soon though. Put your motor on idle for a short while." She was
almost gentle in the way she said it, which surprised me more than if she'd hit me.
I released the girls and followed her, when she beckoned.
"You need to eat something Hanky," she stated as she led me to a small kitchenette.
I saw there were sausages and eggs benedict waiting there, "Is that for me?"
"It sure is honey. Meet me back in your room when you're done," Dawn said, and then left
the room.
I sat down, being careful to smooth my dress before I sat down. (Where in the hell did that
come from?) I looked at my breakfast and was entranced in a way foreign to me. The sausages
looked very good so I licked one to see if I liked it. That was nice, so I picked it up, and to my
disgust, I stuck it whole into my mouth, licking it and sucking the juices out of it.
I was grossed out when I realized that I was giving a sausage a blowjob! I dropped the
thing as if it were a snake, and then picked up the English muffin with the egg on it. My tongue
flicked out and came back coated with the thick salty goo of the egg and hollandaise sauce. It
tasted wonderful, so I licked it until there was no more of the salty thick liquid left.
Only after I had finished off licking the egg clean, did I realize that it was about the same
consistency and near what I had heard from ladies what sperm tasted like.
I've been made into a wanton female sex machine. I knew right then that there would be
no sex act, which I could decline. I would yearn for a sex from anyone!
I walked back to my room on the high heels that Dawn had me wear, with my blonde
haired head hung down in defeat. No matter how hard I tried, I'd be a sex toy for anyone who
would have me.
I opened the door to my room, was greeted by Dawn, who looked up from the book she
was reading, (Written by some hack whose name started with a W...) "Ah, all done with breakfast
already? Great, wait here and I'll be back in a minute," she declared as she stood and left.
She returned a few minutes later with a ravishing beauty in tow, "Hanky, I want you to
meet Duany. I'll be back after you two sluts get to know each other better." Dawn left chuckling
to herself.
Duany remarked as Dawn left, "Oh my god, Hanky, you got it bad didn't you?"
"You look pretty hot too, so why do you think that I 'got it' bad?" I asked the buxom
fantasy before me.
"The sheer size of your boobs and your height, Rhiannon makes you shorter and bustier
for worse offenses," Duany supplied, "and you are the shortest, bustiest one of all of us."
"All of us?" I asked with trepidation.
"There are eleven of us here right now, but I think that Darrel will be leaving soon," Duany
informed me.
I was shaking and biting my lip by then, so Duany said, "Yup, you got it bad alright. It's
okay Hanky, I want you almost as much as you want me." She approached me and caressed my
huge protruding nipples.
"Ooh, that feels so good," I moaned and returned the favor.
She planted her big soft lips against mine and forced her tongue into my mouth, which I
accepted without complaint. She pushed me down onto the bed and popped one of my giant
boobs out of the top of my dress.
I was helpless to resist. All I could do was try to stimulate her as she expertly played my
nipple into a clenched point of intense pleasure firing lightning into my helpless brain.
I could feel her unzip my dress, so I helped her shrug the silken garment from my
yearning feminine body, leaving me in my lingerie.
She popped my other breast out of my bra and assaulted my other nipple while she
shrugged off her own dress.
My goodness her lingerie was pretty and she filled it out so well.
Freeing her own boobs from the top of her bra caused me to salivate like one of Pavlov's
dogs. She knew how it affected me and was considerate enough to place her nipple to my lips
while she slid her hand down towards my quivering moistness.
When I was a man, yesterday, I would have been in heaven making love to this stunning
beauty, and now that I'm a woman, I'm still in ecstasy.
I could feel what seemed to me to be a lake of warm cum flowing from my cunt. I needed
to know if she was as hot as she was making me, so my flailing arm finally brought my hand to
her mons veneris, which I could follow down to her wanton pussy. As I was hoping, her thighs
were soaking wet with her own lubrication.
"Oh, yes baby, I'm just as hot as you are. I'm reveling in your delicious femininity," Duany
encouraged as she slipped her hand down to cup my vulva. "Wow, you are one hell of a juicy
girl."
'Why does that turn me on?' I thought.
I began desperately finger banging her molten hot pussy with my hand and squeezing my
nipple with my other hand.
I shuddered through an intense orgasm and expected to be done, and then help Duany
through her orgasm, but she didn't even, slow down. I was riding the crest of an orgasmic wave
ready to pound through another mind numbing orgasm when Duany shuddered through her first
one.
I could hardly believe it when her orgasming brought on another one of my own, and still
she didn't stop.
The shock I experienced when she poked her finger inside be was mitigated by the ecstasy
which washed over me like a tsunami. I didn't even protest when she invaded me with her
second or third fingers, and in fact, I began to yearn for even more, while I quivered through
orgasm after orgasm.
I had long since ceased to be able to reciprocate to Duany the sexual stimulation she was
giving me, I could only lie there and gush out huge tidal waves of juice in orgasm after orgasm.
I was happy when Duany placed her shaven nether lips to my face so I could lick up all of
her liquid love, as I ducked my squirmy tongue inside her labia for a clit tickle from time to time.
When she came all over my face, she drenched my hair and shoulders, but when she screamed
into my cunt as she came, it triggered an incredible multiple orgasm for me.
I think I went a little crazy during that lesbian tongue fuck. My brain couldn't think of
anything but fucking and Duany accommodated my desires. We were laying there, tongue
fucking each other for over four hours straight when my brain finally couldn't handle it anymore
and I fainted from orgasm-overload.
A New Day for Tamara - Tamara
*************************************
I woke up from an incredibly refreshing sleep with a yawn and a stretch. When I felt the
silky material shifting and tickling me as I moved and it all came back to me flooding my mind.
However, for some reason it made me smile.
I rolled out of bed and padded my way into the bathroom, sat down and pee-peed, then
wandered out of my room yawning.
I must not have been completely awake yet, because I sleepily went to the kitchen, made
two sandwiches, packed two lunches, cooked some eggs and sausages in the microwave, and
then set them out on the breakfast table. (Aunt Jemima Great Starts.)
I padded my way back up the hallway to the master bedroom, opened the door, and was
shocked to see a woman lying there!
"Oops! Duh, where's my head?" I whispered loudly to myself, slapping my forehead.
"Is that you sweetie?" Conni mumbled from the bed, "Come crawl in here with me for a
minute honey."
I crawled into bed with her and she hugged me to her tightly, "Did you wake up feeling
scared honey? Is that why you're in here?"
"Uh no, I was coming to wake my dad up," I admitted, "Breakfast is on the table in the
kitchen and our lunches are waiting on the counter for us."
"Oh my god! You're a better mother than I am dear. Are you always up this early?" Conni
was stunned.
"I'm not a better mother..." I declared and then started to tear up.
"It was a compliment Tamara. Honest, I don't need you to be the mother for me. I want
you to have a real childhood. If you want to do things for me, it's okay, but you have to get used
to me praising you and hugging the stuffing out of you when you do. Is that okay hon.?" Conni
kissed my cheek and went right back to hugging me.
"We don't want your breakfast to get cold, so we better get up and head to the kitchen,"
Conni declared, releasing me and flopping open the covers for us both to crawl out of bed.
She held my hand as we entered the kitchen, "Oh my god! You fried sausages and eggs by
yourself?"
"No, I microwaved them and then put them on plates. That's okay isn't it?" I was starting
to tremble again. Conni had raised her voice and that was usually a cue for me to be hit.
"Oh god, you're shaking again," she picked me up into her arms, "I wasn't angry baby. I
was really impressed that you can do all of this by yourself."
"Okay... I was just a little scared," I informed her, as I slowly calmed back down.
"Here, sit down and enjoy the breakfast you made, while I sit over here. You are an
incredible child Tamara. Napkins, orange juice, and silverware all laid out in a proper setting.
Who taught you how to do that?"
"M... m... my old mom," I admitted, not wanting to insult Conni.
"Baby, it's alright to talk about your mother from before, at least with me it is. We don't
want you overheard in public doing it though. Rhiannon said that the rest of the world will think
you're my other natural born daughter, so it might be difficult to explain, okay?" Conni coached,
while readying a fork full of eggs to be eaten.
I had already stuffed a sausage into my mouth whole so I couldn't reply. I just nodded.
She laughed, "Tamara we will have to work on your girliness I can see. Girls take small
bites honey. Don't worry about it right now though. I want to get us dressed and down to the
shopping mall so we can go shopping wild."
"Is shopping fun?" I asked as I finally swallowed.
"Most girls enjoy shopping," she stated after swallowing. "I'm hoping you will have fun
too."
"I will. I promise," I announced.
"You can't know that baby. I won't be upset with you if you don't like it. If you have fun
or you don't have fun, I honestly want to know. I care about how you feel," Conni stated, with a
slightly worried look on her face.
"Are you upset with me?"
"No dear. I am worried that I won't be a good enough mother to make up for what you
have been through," Conni admitted, "I promise to try though. I just wish I could talk to your
goddess once in a while and ask her advice."
"Oh, that's easy. You can talk to her any time, but you must promise to never call her the
'g' word in public. You would have figured out who she is sooner or later anyway. The first
parent-teacher conference would have done it. Rhiannon is my teacher."
Conni's jaw dropped open, "Your teacher is a goddess?"
"Don't pass out again..." I said worriedly.
"Wow," Conni exclaimed, "Well, we better put our dishes in the dishwasher and go get
dressed."
"Your dishwasher works? Neat!" I jumped up, opened the dishwasher door, and we both
placed our dirty dishes in it.
We left the kitchen together and mom ran a bathtub full of pretty smelling bubbles for me
to wash in, while she took a shower in her bathroom. I was still splashing around in the tub
when she came in wearing a towel around her middle and top, with another one around her head
like a turban.
She was carrying her cell phone, "Hello? Yes, Matilda? This is Conni Conway. I won't be
in for work today. No, I'm feeling fine. I just have to go shopping with my daughter Tamara. She
needs some new things for school right away. I didn't tell you about my, darling Tamara? Gosh,
I felt sure I must have... Well, I'll swing by work sometime today and introduce you. Will that
make up for it? Ha! Yes, okay I will. Bye-bye." Conni hung up the cell phone and tucked it into
her cleavage for the time being.
"Well, you have had time to wash most of you, now I need to show you how to wash the
girl parts," Conni advised.
When I was all clean and pretty smelling, mommy patted me dry with a big fluffy towel. I
was then, spritzed all over with a moisturizer and mom sprayed FDS on my privates, which made
me jump because it was cold.
Mom pulled some soft pink panties up my legs. When it came time to put my bra on,
mom said I would have to wear the same one I had on yesterday, but that was okay because it
felt good holding onto my jiggly nipples.
Mom had me wear a pink wraparound skirt with a blouse covered with flowers and a pair
of white knee-high sock that she showed me how to double over the tops of my socks. She told
me that would help keep them up.
She found me a pair of my sister's shoes that almost fit, and had me wear them. She
wadded up some toilet tissue and stuffed it in the toes so they didn't fall off when I walked.
"Now what to do with your beautiful hair?" she mused, "I know, brush it out and use a
couple of hair clips to keep it out of your beautiful eyes."
Once that was done she declared, "One more thing and I'll get started on myself." Conni
took a small spray bottle and sprayed my wrists, neck and the backs of my knees, "There, now
you're perfect! Do you want to watch me get ready?"
"Um... won't I see you naked?" I asked worriedly.
"Well, at least somewhat, but dear remember, you look like me now. Some day you will be
wearing big girl clothes too. It's only fair too, I saw you naked," Conni laughed and kissed my
cheek.
"Okay," I agreed, "It's all new to me. Who would have thought girls have a butt on the
front and the back?" I shook my head in wonder.
Conni nearly fell down laughing at me, "I have never heard anyone put it quite that way
sweetheart! Ah... I can see that looking at womanhood through your eyes is going to be an
experience," she stated, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Come on then, let's take all
four of our butts to my room."
Mom showed me how pretty big girl's panties are, how to put on pantyhose, and the
difference between my training bra and one that holds up real boobies. She showed me how big
girl dresses contour around a woman's hourglass figure, how to match colors and cloths, how to
pick my earrings and jewelry, and how much more complicated doing your hair and makeup
becomes when you're grown up.
Mom even put a little makeup on me so 'I would feel pretty'. I've never felt pretty before,
but I think I like it.
We put together a purse that my sister used to use and then mom and I were off to the
mall. I was really excited to ride in her Jaguar. The leather was as soft as butter, but I was
careful not to get anything dirty. I kept my hands in my lap so she wouldn't get upset with me.
The mall was a scary and exciting place. When we were walking into it, I grabbed mom's
legs and held onto her tightly. She waddled us over to the side and gently asked, "What's the
matter hon.?"
"I'm wearing a dress... won't people laugh at me?"
"Relax will you, I'm wearing a dress too, and nobody will laugh at either one of us. Pretty
women look good in dresses, and like it or not sweetie, you're a little fox. Remember, you are one
of the people with a butt in the front and in the back now. Oh, and don't get nervous if boys are
watching you. It just means they want to be your friend. Okay, are you ready now?" Conni
explained patiently.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a sissy..." I apologized.
Conni stopped us and quickly squatted down to my level, "Tamara, don't ever apologize for
being a sissy. You are a girl. If you want to be a sissy, or act like a delicate little flower, I want
you to do it. You don't have any macho ass who is going to punish you for being a sissy and if
anyone ever makes fun of you I'll hear about it and they will wish Rhiannon had dealt with them
first!"
"I want you to go into that mall with me and act like the most sissy person in the whole
place okay?" she ordered, with a smile on her face so I wouldn't be frightened.
"I'll try," I agreed.
We went into the mall and right into the first store with girl's fashions we came to, the
Nordstrom's department store.
There wasn't a very good selection of dresses there and the jeans were very expensive.
Nevertheless, mom was excited about all the pretty shoes. I saw a pair that were sissy to the
max and I asked to try them on.
The store lady measured my foot and came back with the pink 'Linea Paolo ´Anabela´
Pump', in my size.
"I think these look sissy mom. Can I have them?" I asked with an earnest look on my face.
Mom smiled brightly and told the sales lady with the shocked look on her face, "Wrap
them up. We'll take them."
Just like that and I had a pair of pink high heels.
Mom hugged me from the side and whispered, "Thank you hon.. I feel better, don't you?"
"Yes, I do feel better. Especially because you're happy," I told her with smile.
When mom was paying for the shoes, the sales lady told her, "Ma'am, I envy your
relationship with your daughter. You have no idea how many young girls come in here fighting
with their mothers over everything. I hope you know how lucky you are."
"Thank you. That's nice of you to notice. Tamara and I are more like best friends than
mother and daughter. She's the most precious thing in the world to me."
We left the store with shoebox in hand and walked down the mall.
"Mom?" I whispered.
"Yes hon.?"
"Does the way your dress hits the back of your legs when you walk make you feel funny?"
"Well, I haven't thought about it in many years honey, but yes it feels nice. It's as if the
dress is telling me I'm a woman with every step. Is that how it feels to you?" Conni asked back.
"It kind of makes me feel all warm down there," I told her confidentially.
"Do you like it, is really all you should ask yourself I think," mom informed me.
We slipped into the 'Old Navy' store and mom had me try on jeans and t-tops. It was
apparently very important how your jeans made your butt look, so I spent most of my time
showing my butt to mom who would hem and haw over whether they were acceptable or not.
I saw this pink linen ruffled skirt hanging on a rack as I went back to change out of
another pair of jeans and into a new pair, but I slipped on the skirt instead and when I came out
to model it for mom, she clapped her hands together and giggled into them. I blushed, figured
that I must look stupid, and was getting ready to bolt back into the changing room when mom
stopped me.
"No honey, I wasn't laughing at the skirt! It's very pretty. I really like it on you. I was just
incredibly happy that you surprised me with it. Did you pick that color for a reason?"
I looked down at my feet, "I thought it would look nice with my new shoes..."
"I'm so proud of you!" she squealed, "Here, put your shoes on and let's see how they look
together."
When I walked around in them mom told me, "You have a terrific color sense girl. Put the
skirt in the keepers pile."
We wound up with a couple big bags full of clothes so mom took us back to the car to load
it all into the trunk.
Farther down the mall, I started noticing that we were being watched, so I shook mom's
elbow and whispered, "They're staring at us."
She whispered back, "Are their mouths open, and are any of them drooling?"
"Yup, lots of open mouths and one young guy, was drooling a little," I supplied.
"That's because you are turning them on girl. They think you're beautiful and desirable.
Hey, do you want to grab a bite to eat?"
"Out of one of those guys?" I asked.
"No silly, a bite of lunch. You're not old enough for a bite of one of those guys," she
laughed. "I was thinking more on the line of a sandwich or a salad."
We both had salads and resumed shopping in several other stores. I've never changed
clothes so much in a single day in my life.
Mom really surprised me right before it was time to call it a day, "One last mission and
then we're out of here." She walked me up to a jewelry booth, spoke with the counter person,
and came back to me, "We're ready for you Tamara. Sit over there in that chair."
"W... w... what are you going to do?" I stammered.
"I won't try to fool you baby girl, this will probably hurt a bit, but it is a right of passage all
women go through, and I think you are old enough. We're going to pierce your ears."
"Oh, okay I think I can take it," I said bravely.
Conni held out a pair of diamond and gold studs, "I bought these for you. They are real
diamonds so don't loose them."
I gulped and nodded my head.
The sales girl smiled at me and said, "It won't hurt much hon.. I'm going to hold this piece
of ice on your earlobe for a minute and then use this," she held up some kind of punch, "To put a
hole in your earlobe for your new earrings. Hold still now."
"Snick, Snick," and she said, "There that wasn't so bad was it?" while she stuck my
earrings in for me. "Those look fantastic on you!"
"Do you really think so?" I asked her.
"You bet I do. Here see for yourself," she held up a mirror for me to see.
I saw the pretty girl I was now, with two glittery diamonds reflecting the lights of the store
from the center of my earlobes, "They do bring out the golden highlights in my hair, don't they?"
"They're gorgeous Tamara," mom declared.
"Tamara? That's a pretty name. Where's it from?"
"I was named after the Cornish Goddess Tamara who is the guardian of the Tamar River in
Cornwall England," I informed her.
"Wow! That's really beautiful. You're mom and dad named you Tamara, that's really
special," she enthused.
"Worse than that actually. The Goddess Rhiannon named me," I corrected her.
"T... that's nice..." she stammered confusedly.
Conni leaned over to her and said, "It's a pagan thing."
"Oh!" the girl remarked as if she understood as to what Conni was referring.
We left there and Conni laughed and told me on the way back out to the car, "You freaked
that salesgirl out. Perhaps you would be better off letting people think that I named you. I know
it's not the truth, but we need to protect Rhiannon's identity. Can you do that?"
"Oh sure, I'm good with secrets. I never told anybody about my dad breaking my arm or
anything."
Conni stopped right there, grabbed me, and hugged me tight, crying big alligator tears
onto my dress.
After she recovered, she piled me into the Jag and we left the parking lot. We pulled into
the county/city building's parking lot and mom took my hand as she led me into the building,
through the metal detectors.
"Good afternoon Ms. Conway," the lady guard said, "Is this your niece?"
"Actually Billie, this is my other daughter, Tamara. Tamara, this is Billie," mom
introduced us.
"I didn't know you had another daughter."
"Yes, Tamara and Deidre were fraternal twins," mom told her.
"I'm so sorry about your sister hon.," Billie told me with a hug.
"I miss her," I admitted with my own tear rolling down my cheek.
Once we were away mom said, "Either you are an incredible actress, or you really do miss
Deidre. How is that hon.?"
"I feel her, when I'm with you and when I explore my new room. I just wish she was still
with us," I told her, another tear rolling down my face.
"That's the sweetest thing..." mom held me to her, "I know she would have loved you too.
Right now we need to stop in briefly with my secretary and then we'll hurry off to your school."
We entered a big office reception area and walked up to the lady sitting behind the desk,
and mom said, "Matilda, I'm proud to introduce my daughter, Tamara. Tamara, this is Matilda,
my secretary and good friend."
"I'm very pleased to meet you," Matilda held her hand out limply for me to shake.
I wasn't having any of that from one of mom's 'good friends'. I slipped around her desk
and hugged the stuffing out of her, "Nice to meet you Ms. Matilda."
"Whoa," Matilda giggled, "You are definitely my favorite 'boss's daughter."
"I like her mom. Can we keep her?"
"I'm so glad you two are getting along, but we have an appointment to keep. I'm sorry to
run out on you so quickly Matilda. I'll see you tomorrow around noon-ish. Say bye-bye to the
world's best secretary Tamara," Conni announced while moving towards the door.
"Bye, world's best secretary Ms. Matilda. I hope to see you again soon," I said and let mom
drag me back out to the Jaguar, and we were off again.
I began to recognize the streets near my school and asked, "Are you taking me to school
now?"
"Yes, I need to talk to your teacher about your enrollment. Your classmates should be
leaving school right about now. Do you know which car is your teacher's?"
"Oh sure, everybody at school knows which car she drives!"
"What kind of car is it?"
"The red Ferrari. You can't miss it," I pointed to it as we entered the parking lot.
Conni parked right next to it and we waited until Rhiannon was walking to her car to get
out of the Jag.
"Hi Conni. Hi Tamara. Are you ready to come to school tomorrow?" Rhiannon greeted us.
I ran up to her and hugged her as tight as I could, "Thank you so much!"
"Whoa, it's okay baby. I was happy to do it."
Conni came near, "I'd hug the stuffing out of you too if I knew you wouldn't object."
"I never object to hugs Ms. Cromwell," Miss Rhiannon reached out to accept mom into our
hug.
"I needed to thank you Miss Rhiannon. Tamara is the best daughter I could have ever
prayed for," Conni enthused.
"Yes, I knew she would be."
"Do I need to do anything so she can come to school tomorrow?"
"That's all taken care of, but you must remember that Tamara will have some very special
needs apart from her schooling," Rhiannon reminded her.
"I have discovered that and I couldn't be more willing to deal with them. I just need to
know..." Conni didn't finish the last part.
"Have no fear Conni, even you couldn't dream up a more suitable punishment that was
meted out. Tamara? Would you wait in the Jaguar while your mom and I talk?"
"Sure Miss Rhiannon."
"By the way, you are looking ravishing, and those earrings are gorgeous!"
I blushed all the way down to my knee-highs, "Thank you Miss Rhiannon." I curtseyed
and went to the car to wait.
Private Conversation - Narrator
*************************************
"Did you teach her that already?" Miss Rhiannon asked.
"No, I didn't. That is one incredible person. Did you know she used to put her heavy
drunken father onto the sofa when he passed out inebriated? I only found out after I fainted
when Tamara told me some of her former life and woke up on the sofa with my dress neatly
folded on the coffee table and my dinner dishes washed and put away. I vow that will never
happen again though. Do you know that kid woke me up this morning with breakfast on the
table and our lunches packed for the day? The poor little thing expected to be beaten for doing it
too. Every time I think about her father breaking her arm, I want to scream!"
"Right now her father is a four foot ten inch tall slut with boobs almost as big as she is
tall. She's so gorgeous that she spends all of her time wishing she could fuck herself and since
she can't, she has compulsions to fuck anything that will come near her. She is just a pair of tits
and a cunt yearning to fuck anything, who is so weak she can barely hold up her own tits, for the
rest of her life," Rhiannon related.
"A fitting end for a womanizing child beating bully. I feel better knowing though. Don't
worry. I won't tell Tamara what became of that asshole."
"Good, I don't want her thinking that her becoming a girl was a punishment. What she is
and what her father has become are two different things. Tamara is a normal beautiful girl who
deserves a much better life than she had and I'm counting on you to give it to her," Rhiannon
looked Conni straight in the eye so there was no mistaking her meaning.
"It's hard not to blubber like baby when she tells me things sometimes. I try not to
because she thinks I'm going to hit her when I do," Conni's tears began streaming down her face.
"I know Conni. It was all I could do to keep from burning him into a charcoal stump. I
console myself with the knowledge of how Hank will serve man now," Rhiannon admitted looking
far away in the sky.
"Well Rhiannon, I want to invite you to dinner on Friday night," Conni suggested.
"Oh, darn, I would love to come over but my band and I are booked up on Fridays and
Saturdays for quite some time. Could we make it tomorrow night? I'll bring something,"
Rhiannon really wanted Conni and Tamara to know that she would be there for them if she were
ever needed.
"Perfect! I know that Tamara will be so happy! My emotions are riding a rollercoaster with
her. I'm deliriously happy one moment and then next sad and mournful, which leads right into
madder than hell, and back to so happy I could bust," Conni babbled.
"Sometimes I wish I could have a..." Rhiannon's voice faded off into the distance.
"Would you be Tamara's godmother?"
Rhiannon smiled knowing that once again, she has a semi-daughter to love and cherish,
"It would be my honor and my pleasure."
"Do you want to tell her tomorrow night?"
Rhiannon smiled, "How about we have Goddess Rhiannon proclaim it?"
"Uh, sure... between you and me though, she can be scary."
"She's a pushover, believe me," Rhiannon smiled brightly and all of Conni's concerns
melted away.
"Wonderful, I'll expect you at say 6:00?"
"I'll be there, and don't worry, I already know my way there."
Conni just had to hug Rhiannon one more time before they parted ways.
Mom and Me - Tamara
***************************
We met back up when mom climbed in the car with me, but Rhiannon leaned in my
window and placed a big soft-lipped kiss right on my mouth!
My eyes opened in surprise but she didn't hold it long and it felt so good.
"Take care sweetie. I'll see you in school tomorrow and then for dinner tomorrow night.
Bye Conni, take care of my girl," Rhiannon waved as she turned and slid into her Ferrari.
"How does she afford that on a schoolteacher's wages," Conni wondered aloud.
"Mom... Rhiannon is thousands of years old," I supplied. "She is also the lead singer for
'Sweet-n-Evil. I don't think she needs to be a teacher, if she didn't want to be one."
"Woof! I never thought of that. I guess she just stuns me," Conni admitted to me as she
brought the Jaguar's engine to life and we headed home.
Lacy Hanky - Hank
************************
I awakened feeling so satisfied. I'd never felt like this before. I expected to see Duany
lying beside me, but my bed was empty except for me.
I looked myself over and found that someone had fitted my hugely boobed body into a
teddy, and yes, this was pink as well. I suppose I had better get used to the fact that I would be
wearing pink a lot.
I got up, went over to the room's toilet, and sat down for a pee. A tear dropped from my
eye as I remembered standing up to pee just a day or so ago. I'm trapped in this girl body, but
suddenly I got an idea. 'Maybe I could make a deal to get my body back, or maybe I could buy it
back... yah there's hope!' I thought as I wiped my pee soaked pussy.
I went back to my bed and sat there formulating a plan.
Suddenly the golden visage of Rhiannon popped into being right in front of me. She didn't
say a word. She just stood there with her fists on her hips and glared at me.
"Miss Rhiannon... no, ah Goddess Rhiannon, is there any way I can earn my manhood
back? Any repentance I, can perform? Is there a fine I could pay to be changed back into my
former self?" I begged, hoping for any sign of forgiveness.
The room became electric. Huge bolts of lightning shot all around us. I dropped to my
knees hoping that might appease her.
I then heard in a voice that filled the room and my soul, "You fucking broke his arm you
piece of human trash! That little angel took care of you as if he was your mother, and you
fucking broke his arm! Oh, you are going to pay bitch! You are really going to pay!"
My boobs began growing and my nipples were bulging out like cow teats. My ass was
spreading and the desire I had been able to suppress before washed over me as if I was run-down
by a nuclear submarine. I was humping my hand, the bed, scooting my butt on the floor like a
dog, anything to stimulate my craving crotch and my thirsty nipples. My brain had only one
thought, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Rhiannon flung open my door and I could hear her open others in the hallway outside, "I
want you to all go and fuck that thing until either you all can't fuck any longer, or it is satisfied!
However, know this, it will NEVER be satisfied!" I heard her heels clack away down the corridor.
Ten of the most beautifully stunning creatures I've ever seen ran into my room and began
fucking me with fingers, tongues, dildoes, vibrators, bed posts, feet, and some very large
vegetables! The more I orgasmed the more sexually crazed I became.
The girls started tag teaming me, as soon as three of them had cum so many times they
could barely move, the next set moved in with one girl getting an extra recovery period each
round.
I just kept screaming and gushing cum. This time I wasn't even spared the blessed
release of passing out.
I'd begun screaming what would become, my mantra, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me..." on infinitum.
It's a School-day - Tamara
*******************************
I almost couldn't sleep last night. I was excited, nervous, anxious, and deliriously happy,
all at the same time. What will school be like as a girl? Will the girls treat me differently? Will
the boys be mean, or tease me as they do the other girls?
My eyes flung themselves open and I was immediately awake. My internal alarm woke me
as usual. I sat and peed, and then made my way to the kitchen with my new pink bunny
slippers tickling my feet. I just wanted to giggle they felt so nice on my feet. (Yes, they're cute
too!)
"Good morning Miss Tamara. We have your table right over here," mom told me, holding a
chair out from the table for me.
I stopped dead in my tracks with my mouth hanging open.
"What's the matter?"
"Nobody ever gets up before me. I'm used to being the only one awake and being all-
alone," I said, finally moving to accept the proffered chair.
"Well young lady, I was determined to be up before you, and to have your breakfast ready
on your first day of school. I want you to have a hearty breakfast and plenty of time for me to
make you pretty." Mom spooned an omelet onto my plate, though I didn't know what it was at
the time.
I looked it over carefully. I looked over at the trashcan to see what it is that she was giving
me, but there were no boxes in the can. I looked even closer at this odd looking thing on my
plate. Hmm, looks like scrambled eggs that somebody forgot to stir, some ham cubes, a few
bacon bits, two different kinds of cheese, and some round green things all through it. I sniffed
suspiciously at it. I detected garlic, black pepper, and butter I think.
"Is there something wrong honey?"
"I've never seen these sold at the grocery store. You must shop at a different one than I
did."
"You, bought the groceries too?"
"I usually helped. Dad would have the cart hold him up while I filled it, and he wrote the
check to the cashier."
Conni bit back the response she felt in her heart and said instead, "Well the reason you
haven't seen these in the store is because I just made it. If you promise to try eating some of it,
you can watch me cook my omelet."
I took my knife and fork, daintily cutting a small piece off, and put it in my mouth. Before
I could even taste it though, I said, "Mmm."
"Cut that out. You don't have to fake liking something. You will either like it or not, but
please be honest with me?" mom asked.
"It's very tasty. I would have said mmm even after I tried it, honestly, I would have
mother," I quickly stated.
"Okay..." she sighed. "Here, watch this," she took a bowl, cracked two eggs into it, with
one hand even. She then tossed in a forkful of garlic, a couple shakes of pepper, and some
bacon bits. This mixture was beaten with a wire-whisk, poured into a frying pan greased with
butter, and then allowed to fry for a time. Mom tossed in some ham, and grated cheese, for long
enough to have the cheese melt, and then folded the round in half like a taco.
"That was neat. Dad always said he wished I could cook. Maybe if..." I lamented.
"No. Honey nothing that happened was your fault in any way. You did more than many
grownups I know could have. Don't ever doubt that," she told me as she slid the omelet onto her
plate and sat next to me.
"Will you let me make you an omelet tomorrow?" I asked eager to learn how.
"Sure baby girl. I'll teach you how to cook all you want. I can even bake some," she added
and then dug into her omelet.
We finished up, put our plates in the dishwasher, and mom plopped me into another tub
full of lavender scented bubbles, "Wash up, and I'll meet you back here in a couple of minutes."
I got on to washing everything, but when I washed my front girl stuff, my finger hit a little
knob in there and it felt like someone dropped a radio into the bathtub. I got shocked, or at least
I think I did.
When mom came in, I asked her, "Mom? When I was washing... you know my girl parts, I
was electrocuted. Is there a short in this bathtub?"
She laughed and said, "You remember that when you played with your weenie it felt
good?"
I nodded.
"Well, that's how girls play with themselves. You have a little knob inside that feels really
good to tickle, called a clitoris, but you might want to put that off until after school or you might
be late."
"You mean there's names for my girl stuff?"
"Yes, and I promise to teach them all to you. For now though stand up and let me dry
you," she ordered.
"I could probably do it myself if you have more important things to do."
"The most important thing on the whole planet needs to be dried off. What could I be
doing that is more important than that?" Conni asked me as she wrapped me in both towels.
"I'm glad you're my new mommy," I hugged her.
"I am certain that you won't believe me right now, but I'm even more glad that you are my
daughter."
Mom dressed me in the outfit that I had picked out the day before. I wouldn't have ever
dared to wear anything pink to school before, but it made me feel special so I wore it.
When we went to put my training bra on, it didn't fit anymore.
We were both puzzled over that until mom found a package with a new bra in it. The note
on it said:
Tamara,
You'll be the bustiest eight-year-old in school.
Rhiannon
Sure it was only an, 'A' cup, but you don't need much boobies to be busty in the third
grade.
I reached up, touched my enhanced booby, and declared, "Mmmm."
"They are fun to play with honey, but we need to get you dressed," mom reminded me.
"Here I'll help you with your new bra."
Mom put it on me and it felt nice, as well as kept my nipples from changing locations
when I walk.
"You know, Miss Rhiannon didn't tell me that boobies not only look nice but they feel good
too. It's like they remind you they are there all day," I observed.
"You don't know the half of it yet dear, but that is a discussion for a later time. Ah good,
you have your top on, your earrings are still in, and your skirt is wrapped around you. Put your
shoes on and I want to put just a little makeup on you," mom directed.
I went to put my socks on, but mom stopped me saying, "No dear. You don't wear socks
with those shoes. Oh damn, you don't have polish on your toenails. Kick those off a minute, I'll
be right back," with that she raced into her room.
I sat there amazed as mom painted my toenails at near warp speed, "That's not a very
good job, but everyone will excuse it because you're young."
"It looks very pretty. Thank you," I told her looking at my toes, "Girls get all the pretty
stuff," I sighed.
"Yup! You get to be pretty, soft, and smell like flowers. On the other hand, you can be
dirty greasy and smell like motor oil. Girls get to be or do anything they want these days. Now
keep your toenails from touching anything until they dry, while I brush your hair and clip it."
When she was all done, I had pink toenails sticking out of my pink open toed pumps. My
skirt was very nice and mom even had me wear some Victoria's Secret panties. I felt so special
and pretty.
"I need to update you on the story I'm telling people about you. You are my daughter,
Deidre's fraternal twin, the reason nobody knows about you is that you were living with your
father. However, your father can no longer care for you so you are living with me now. That
should help people get over where you've been and why they haven't seen you," mom coached, as
she straightened my clothes for the fifth time.
"Do you have all of your school supplies ready?"
"Yes mom."
"Do you have your purse?"
"Yes mother."
"Do you have your PE clothes?"
"Yes mother."
"Spare panties?"
"Yes mother."
"Do you have your lunch money and your emergency money in your purse?"
"Yes mother."
"Your makeup is in, your purse?"
"Yes mother."
"God, I know I'm forgetting something..."
"My kiss?"
Mom smooched me and said, "No silly, but thanks for reminding me."
"Oh darn," I stated, "I don't have my homework for Miss Rhiannon!"
Mom laughed, "Honey, that was Roger's homework. Tamara doesn't have any yet."
"Oh yes, um... but she knows who I am..."
"Yes, and she will not do anything that would give you away. That reminds me, I have a
surprise for you when you come home."
"Okay, thanks," I answered with a smile.
"You don't even know what it is. Aren't you even curious?" mom looked at me in surprise.
"If you wanted to tell me, you would have done it already," I answered her.
"I'm just used to being nagged to tell I guess. Well let's put your stuff in the Jag, and I'll
take you to school."
The closer to school we got, the more nervous I was, "Are you going to come in with me?"
"Just for a minute, to hand you over to the teacher and then I'm going shopping. I might
swing around during the day, but don't let me disrupt your schoolwork," mom said as she
wheeled us into the parking lot.
Mom helped me carry my stuff into the classroom. No one was there yet, except Miss
Rhiannon, who greeted us, "Somehow I knew you two would be here bright and early."
Miss Rhiannon pulled mom aside and whispered, "You know that what she is wearing isn't
standard school wear don't you?"
"Yes. I just wanted her to stun the other kids, at least on her first day," mom sighed.
"She might stun some of the bachelor male teachers. That is one hot little babe you have
there."
"I know..." mom agreed, "but she picked it all out herself. She'll wear normal stuff
tomorrow."
"Tamara has good taste. A little too sophisticated for her years, but good taste," Rhiannon
agreed. "I might have to watch a couple of the boys closer today. To keep things from getting out
of hand," Rhiannon mused. "Damn, I do nice work."
"You sure do, and if you ever want or need anything, if I can beg borrow or steal it, it's
yours," Conni promised.
"You are giving me, at dinner tonight, the one thing which is most precious to me,"
Rhiannon assured her. "Just being able to be part of her life will make me happiest. The last girl
I was named godmother of, is now 42 years old and I treasure every day with her. She didn't
start out life as a boy though, as Tamara did."
"Hey, would it be alright if I brought pizza for the whole class at lunch time?" Conni asked.
"Sure, just be careful you don't smother her," Rhiannon warned.
"Can you do anything for a mother, if she explodes? I have felt that I'm going to explode
since you gave her to me," mom admitted, "I cannot fathom anybody wanting to harm her."
"I have to admit, after talking with you last night, I visited her father. The punishment
was increased, I'm not sure she can stand up anymore, her tits are so big," Rhiannon confessed,
"She's so horny now the only thought in her pea brain is 'FUCK'."
"She's going to be really popular with the guys..." Conni chuckled.
Rhiannon simply smiled.
While the two were talking, Tamara arranged her things in her cubical, and silently took
her old seat, smoothing her skirt before sitting and keeping her knees together.
"Did you teach her that already?" Rhiannon asked.
"I almost fainted again when she did it the first time. No, I didn't teach her that. She
maneuvers in a dress better than I do!" mom claimed proudly.
Conni said goodbye and left Miss Rhiannon and I alone in the classroom.
I made some friends with people who never would even talk to me before, especially with
the other girls.
One girl never would talk to me before and I really liked her, so when she made friends
with me on her own, I was a very happy girl. Her name is Lori Lovette, and I soon found out
during recess that she was just unreasonably shy around boys.
"Too bad you didn't get to meet the boy, who used to sit in your chair, Tamara," Lori told
me.
"Oh?" I replied.
"He was really nice, for a boy," she told me blushing.
'She, thought I was nice?' I mused, but replied, "Were you friends?"
"I... I... couldn't talk to him..." she divulged, "He tried to talk to me a couple of times, but I
just don't know what to say to boys."
"Boys are just people, Lori. I bet he wanted to be your friend."
"I guess you're right Tamara. Roger was a quiet boy, who didn't have many friends. Miss
Rhiannon told us that 'Child Protective Services' took Roger away from his father. I feel so sorry
for him. His dad was beating him. I wish I would have known. Maybe I could have made him
feel better."
"I know that he would have liked that," I assured her.
"Hey, do you want to swap phone numbers? We could call each other at home and talk,"
Lori requested.
"Sure, I'd like that. We might not be able to talk for very long, at least for a little while.
My mom and I are still getting acquainted," I enlightened her.
"That sounds funny. You, don't know your mom?"
"I've been living with my father. My twin sister was with my mother. Dad couldn't take
care of me anymore and then Deidre died, so I came to live with mom," I explained, "It's not very
mysterious."
"Deidre, was your sister?" Lori placed her hand over her heart.
"Yes, did you know her?" I asked, feeling the way she said it that she might have.
"Last year she was in my class," Lori told me, but surprised me with a hug, "I cried for
three days when I heard she died. I wasn't her best friend, but I knew her. She was nice."
"Thanks Lori."
"Hey, does your mom always let you wear makeup? My mom would freak if she saw me
wearing makeup to school."
"Mom thought it would be nice if I wore my new outfit to school. It makes me feel pretty," I
admitted with a blush.
"Damn Tamara, it should. You should more than feel pretty in that, you're gorgeous girl.
You had Gary staring at you so much he didn't hear what Miss Rhiannon asked him during
class. Didn't you notice?"
"I just thought he was daydreaming," I blushed.
Lori giggled, "He was... daydreaming about you that is... he, he, he."
I hadn't heard her come up, but Miss Rhiannon interjected, "That's right Tamara.
Therefore, I need you to dress a little more casually tomorrow, or I'll have to hold separate classes
for the boys. I don't think we're going to get much learning done today, but that's okay. A new
girl should have an opportunity to enjoy using her power at least occasionally. How's your first
day in my class going Miss Tamara?"
"I love it Miss Rhiannon. It's like I belong in your class," I grinned in collusion with her.
"Yes, I feel as if we have know each other for quite some time too," she winked back at me.
"Are you getting along well with Tamara, Lori?"
"She's nice. Did you know that she's Deidre's sister?"
"Yes, the girl in Miss Hopkins's class who died," Rhiannon acknowledged, "I'm sorry for
your loss Tamara, however, I happy you're in my class."
"Me too Tamara. I think we're going to be good friends," Lori informed me.
"I love the diamonds Tamara. They must have cost your mom plenty," Rhiannon
explained.
"They aren't cheep diamonds like lots of girls wear?" I asked wide-eyed.
"Those are probably about four hundred dollars," Rhiannon said, her trained eye having
appraised them.
"Eep!" I squeaked.
"Wow, my mom never gave me anything like that!" Lori exclaimed, looking closer at the
earrings.
A tear rolled down my cheek, "I didn't buy her anything..."
"You were her present, Tamara. She loves you unconditionally," Rhiannon explained.
"I'm so happy for you Tamara. Your mom is so cool!" Lori said enthusiastically.
"If you think that's cool, when we go back inside, Ms. Cromwell has brought pizza for the
whole class, for lunch," Miss Rhiannon told us.
"But... she packed my lunch this morning..." I stammered.
Miss Rhiannon handed me my lunch bag, "Look at what you have in your bag."
"Ooh, she bought me a cell phone!" I enthused, pulling it out and showing it to Lori.
While Lori had it, it rang.
She handed it back quickly and I opened it, "Hello?"
"Surprise! How do you like it?" mom asked.
"It's really wonderful. Why do I need a cell phone mom?" I questioned.
"Lots of reasons honey. I can call you when I want. I can locate you if I need to. You can
take pictures to keep and share them with me. You can call me if you are in trouble or stranded.
You can call your friends and they can call you... well within reason. You don't have unlimited
minutes. Don't you like it?" mom asked.
"Oh, it's cool, I just didn't think I was old enough for a phone," I admitted.
"Lots of young girls are getting them, and... and... Darn, I just need to do whatever I can,
so you are safe. I'm just a little insecure baby. It's worth the cost to me for your protection," she
confessed.
"Thanks mom, you're so good to me. I'll hug you when we come back from recess. Bye
mom," I flipped the little phone closed.
"Well girls, we should be going back to class. Too bad you weren't dressed to go and play,
Tamara," Miss Rhiannon mused.
"It didn't look like many of the others were playing much today..." I observed.
"That's because most of the boys have been staring at you, and many of the girls are trying
to decide whether to like you, or to hate you," Miss Rhiannon chuckled.
"Hate me?" I asked innocently.
"Yes, plenty will be jealous of your looks. Some of the girls will be jealous of your boobs
too," she sighed, knowing that difficulty all too well herself.
Lori giggled, "You have the biggest boobs in the third grade. It doesn't bother me though.
I'm not jealous, I just think you're nice."
"Thanks Lori, I think you are special too," I returned, thinking, 'I would have given almost
anything to be your friend before...'
Some of the other girls started to gravitate towards us. Seeing the teacher chatting
happily with two of her students was more than their jealousies could handle. If there was a
special relationship here, they wanted to be part of it.
Most of the boys still stayed clear, obviously avoiding a terminal case of the cooties.
We started to smell the pizza as we neared the classroom. We could hear activity going on
inside.
When we got inside, there were mom and Matilda, busy setting up a table with plates,
napkins, and plastic silverware.
"Hi Matilda," I declared as I entered.
"Hi there Tamara!" she squealed and rushed over for a hug. "Don't you look lovely today."
"You look beautiful today too," I returned the compliment. "Hi mom," I hugged her,
"You're always gorgeous."
"Flatterer," mom accused as she hugged me. "Who's your new friend?"
"Mom, this is my friend, Lori Lovette," I gently prodded the shy girl towards her, "Lori, this
in my mom, Conni Cromwell."
They exchanged greetings as the recess bell announced the stampede of returning
classmates.
"Everyone please take your seats," Miss Rhiannon told the students.
Once the class was seated she continued, "Miss Cromwell has brought the whole class
pizza for lunch to treat her daughter's new friends and classmates. I want you all to line up in
an orderly fashion, starting with the row of students on my right and then each row as the one
before it empties. Starting with Bruce in the back row there, no horse play, no shoving. Each
student will take two pieces of pie back to their desks to eat. Miss Cromwell, Miss Carter, and I
will bring drinks to you once your settled. Don't forget your napkins and plastic ware."
Everyone excitedly went through the line picking up his or her pizza. Once we were
settled, everyone began talking and wolfing their pizza down.
I suppressed my natural desire to shove as much into my face at one time as I could and
only took tiny bites and wiped my mouth after each of them.
Everyone started talking to me and telling me how cool my mom is, but when the other
kids saw my cell phone, they all wanted my number, so I gave it to them. A couple of the other
girls pulled theirs out and gave me their numbers too. Who knew that girls in my grade had cell
phones?
The funny thing was that the other girls wouldn't give their numbers to the boys. I began
to think that maybe I shouldn't have either, but that cow was already out of the barn.
Bruce came over and said hi to me. He looked scared to death. I smiled brightly at him
and said hi back. I hadn't planned to giggle, but it forced its way out.
Bruce had been a casual friend before, and he wasn't normally very brave where girls were
Concerned. I was slightly surprised, but pleased that he made the effort.
Lunchtime turned into almost a party/social event and I had lots of fun. When other girls
saw that the boys were even talking to me, they had to meet me and flutter about. It seems that
if a girl is popular with the boys, she becomes somewhat popular with the girls.
Some of the girls seemed to want to shoulder Lori out of the way, but I wouldn't allow
them to shoo her away.
Not too much more happened at school that day. Miss Rhiannon didn't seem to mind, but
a somewhat miffed looking principal poked his nose in and looked disapprovingly at Miss
Rhiannon. She left the room for a minute to discuss world affairs or something and when he
came back, he brightly went over to mom and was, introduced by Rhiannon.
I was beginning to get the idea that mom was a person of some importance, because he
changed his attitude the minute he walked into the room.
"How nice of you to visit our school Ms. Cromwell," he said, offering his hand.
"Thank you Principal Masters," mom shook his hand.
"Am I to understand that you have another daughter enrolled?" he pried.
"Yes Norman, my other daughter, Tamara is now in Miss Rhiannon's class," mom
answered warily.
"That's odd, when you supplied Deidre's information, you said she was an only child," Mr.
Masters recalled suspiciously.
"She was at the time my only dependant, and sole child living with me. After Deidre's
passing, I was asked to take her fraternal twin back from my ex-husband. It's a long story.
Tamara was living with her father until recently and now she is living with me, as my only child,"
mother spared words with the suspicious principal and it looks as if she has him on the ropes.
"Norman, if you have an issue with one of my students, I'll be happy to discuss it with you
in the teacher's lounge, or the office. You're spoiling the festive atmosphere," Rhiannon chastised
the nosey administrator.
Norman Masters knew better than to cross Rhiannon. There were stories of others who
had run afoul with her in the past... strange and frightening stories.
The principal cleared his throat and said, "No, no, I have no problem with your students
Miss Rhiannon. I was merely curious. It was nice seeing you again Ms. Cromwell and I hope to
see you around the school again in the future." He beat a hasty retreat, leaving the party nearly
undisturbed.
"Wow, he acted as if he's afraid of you Rhiannon," mother whispered to her.
"He is. No matter how much I try to hide my activities, sometimes rumors abound about
me, so I use them to my advantage. That way I don't have to do any of the fancy stuff..." she
laughed brightly.
"What, did you punish one of the teachers or something," mom asked conspiratorially.
"As a matter of fact, I have. However, he wouldn't have heard about it. Do you remember
reading about that Mary Kay Letourneau woman?"
"Hasn't everybody? I heard about it so much that I was sick of hearing about it."
"Well, not long before that came out in the press, we had a similar incident here. She
never made it to trial or even arrest," Rhiannon smiled wickedly.
"What hap... Never mind, I don't think I want to know," mom thought better about what
she was about to ask.
"Well... if you ever have a case of the screaming hornies, just give me a ring. I'm sure we
can satisfy your needs," Rhiannon laughed.
"I suppose we should wind the party down now and let you get back to teaching your
students," mom made ready to begin cleaning up the mess.
"Oh no you don't," Rhiannon stopped her, "There is more to teaching than tests and
lectures. This is teaching many of them about interpersonal interactions between the sexes. It
isn't often that they have this opportunity to discover the other half doesn't really have cooties."
"The boys are trying to speak with Tamara and so are the girls, so she is a factor in
knotting the group into a single body. I see how that could be very important. I sometimes wish
some of my teachers had been thoughtful enough to do this kind of thing for me. There really
isn't much social interaction between boys and girls until high school," mom agreed, now with
her arms folded and observing how we were talking, laughing, and reacting with each other.
"I'm so impressed with how far you have brought Tamara in such a short time. She seems
completely at ease with being a girl. Some don't take to it as well," Rhiannon appraised with her
compliment.
"It's not my doing, or at least not all of it is my doing. Tamara is an amazing little person.
She accepted that she's now a girl and has made the best of it. I sometimes worry when she
trembles and cowers, but at times like this, all I can do is shake my head in near disbelief," mom
admitted to her.
"Children?" Miss Rhiannon spoke up, "May I have everyone's attention please?"
Once the room quieted, Rhiannon went on, "I'm not going to make everyone break up just
yet, however I would like everyone to take their empty plates and plastic ware to the garbage cans
now so that we don't wind up with a big mess. Thank you."
The party went on right up until it was time to go home. The whole class thanked my
mom for a nice time and we said our goodbyes to them.
Looking In On Hank - Hank
*********************************
I've been fucked in so many different ways, which I had never thought possible and still
I'm ready for more. My need is so great I've not worried about eating or drinking, except for the
bodily fluids of my partners.
Mistress Dawn had visited hours before and declared, "What the fuck?" however she went
on and asked one of the people resting, "Did Rhiannon stop in?"
"Yes Mistress Dawn."
"I take it that she, did..." Dawn asked while pointing at me.
"Yes Mistress Dawn."
"What were your orders?"
"Rhiannon said, 'I want you all to go and fuck that thing until either you all can't fuck any
longer, or it is satisfied! However, know this, it will NEVER be satisfied!' and then she blinked
out. We've been doing our best Mistress, but it just keeps wanting more," the hugely busted,
gorgeous woman informed her.
"I wish she would have... uh never mind. You are doing well Dearie, so I'll pick up some
rations for everyone and bring them here so you can stay at it," Dawn informed her, as she left
mumbling to herself.
'Oh bliss!' I thought, 'This will keep them strong enough to keep fucking me...'
Right about then Rhiannon came tooling into the parking lot above. She leapt out of her
Ferrari, walked in and stated, "Dawn? Dawn baby where are you?"
Dawn walked up with an armload of energy bars and Gatorade, "I'm here godmother."
"I'm so sorry baby. I was so angry I forgot to appraise you of what has become of Hank,"
Rhiannon quickly apologized.
Dawn sighed, "Thank you godmother. I was going to read you the riot act."
"Okay... so I'm a goddess. I never said I was perfect," Rhiannon hugged the bigger woman.
"You've always been able to take the wind right out of my sails," Dawn laughed.
"I take it that you are going to fortify our sluts for longer sexual intimacy?" Rhiannon
asked nodding to the items in Dawn's arms.
"Of course, they are scared shitless that you might turn them into something like Hank."
"I want to graduate Hank to the next level. Bring Joni in on him. I don't think he'll be
able to deny her," Rhiannon ordered. "Did you know that fuck head broke Roger's arm?"
"I knew that Roger had a broken arm once, but not that Hank did it. That explains the tits
and torment. I'll release Joni on him in about an hour. After she's had time to build up her...
well, you know," Dawn informed her with a blush.
"Perfect! Now I have to jet to get ready for a dinner date with Tamara and her mother,"
Rhiannon supplied to Dawn.
"I haven't seen you this pleased in quite some time godmother. Come on... give!"
Rhiannon broke into a huge grin, "I'm going to be a godmother again!"
Dawn squealed like a happy cheerleader, "I'm so happy for you! I know how much you
love mentoring girls."
"Thanks Baby girl. It doesn't mean I'm any less of your godmother mind you. So don't go
getting jealous!"
"I've been hoping that you would find a new goddaughter for years now. Jealous, Hell I'm
relieved," Dawn, admitted, "You need the love of that girl as much as she needs yours."
"I never could fool you. Oh, before I forget, here's a check to help pay for the new slut
until I can get her up to speed," Rhiannon handed the other woman a large check.
"You know that this is way too much," Dawn accused.
"This one is going to take some extra attention so I want you to be compensated for taking
you away from business. It's only money after all," Rhiannon informed her.
"If I didn't know that you could easily afford this I would make you take half of this back.
But since you are wealthier that that pretender Gates, so wealthy in fact that you can remain
anonymous, I think I'll accept your generosity."
"Good, I hate to argue. I'll give your best to Tamara and Conni," Rhiannon waved back at
her while she quickly exited the tattoo parlor.
Dinner with the Cromwells - Tamara
******************************************
I was in the bathtub soaking in lilac bubbles when mom slipped in, "Hi there sweetie."
"Mom?" I asked.
"Yes, what is it Tamara?"
"I really love you," I told her. I don't know why I said it, but I needed her to know.
She dropped to her knees crying and hugging me.
"Is this a happy cry or am I in trouble?" I asked.
Conni laughed, "Baby girl, my heart is soaring. You just surprise me so much," she
explained as she hugged me.
"Why is that mom?" I was confused just a little.
"You are just a dear, girl," she explained.
"Oh, am I a better girl than I was a boy?" I asked wonderingly.
"I don't know, however I think you were an incredible boy too. When you were first, a girl
you did things from when you were a boy that easily qualify.
"Oh, thanks. I was just trying to figure out why my dad didn't love me," I sighed, going
back to washing myself.
"Tamara, the only thing I can tell you for sure, is that in no way was it your fault. Your
father is the one who was at fault. As an adult if he was having troubles, which he couldn't deal
with himself, he needed to either find help, or send you to live with someone who could care for
you properly until he could get his head straight. Do you understand Tamara?" she asked,
holding my face between her hands and looking into my eyes.
"Okay..." I replied unconvinced.
"I know it's hard to convince yourself that you didn't do anything wrong, especially when
you are used to someone else saying how things are always your fault. You should take the
opinion of a goddess, if you're lucky enough to know one," mom grinned at me. "And one will be
here in half an hour, which means that you had better get out of this tub and get dressed or I'll
bring her to meet you while your naked."
"You mean that she doesn't know what a naked girl looks like?" I teased back.
"Well I wouldn't want to make a goddess think that I was showing her disrespect by not
making the effort to be dressed by the time she arrived," mom pointed out.
"Okay, okay, I was getting out now anyway. The water is getting chilly. What should I
wear for her?" I asked, letting her dry me off with a big fluffy towel.
"I think I'm going to dress you in the softest sissy-looking dress you have. It will only be
for you, Rhiannon, and me to see you in and I want you to feel as feminine as possible tonight.
Can we do that?" she requested.
"Sure, it feels nice," I admitted. "The other nice thing about it is, nobody hits you when
you look pretty."
"Nobody should hit you ever honey. That's another good reason for you to be pampered,
so let's get busy," mom proposed as she led me to my bed, where she had laid out my garments
for this evening.
After the panties were on, mom helped me into a pair of pantyhose, my bra, and a pink
handkerchief dress, which has a low-waist style with floral appliqués at shoulder and hip and is
made of polyester and spandex, and long dangly earrings. Mom made my face up with more
makeup than she had the other day, and then put my hair up in an Edwardian braid.
I put on my strappy satin sandals, which are a closed-back, ankle-strap style with
rhinestone trim at the strappy toe vamp, a full 4-inch stiletto heel, and satin uppers.
Mom sprayed me down with some of her 'Hypnotic Poison by Christian Dior perfume', in
all the appropriate places.
Then Mom let me watch her dress again and over her lingerie she put on a turquoise
asymmetrical halter dress with strappy rhinestone sandals in blue patent.
Mom was a vision in her pretty dress, "Wow, you look like one of the models in your
magazines!"
"Why thank you sweetie. I wish I could say the same thing about you, but you are way too
pretty to be one of those models," she smiled and adjusted my dress.
"That's silly. Those girls are gorgeous," I stated, having taken her seriously.
"Well then maybe next week we can take you out and have you do some modeling. You
could be the next Cheryl Tiegs. It's hard work though... what am I saying? You're not afraid of
hard work. We'll ask Rhiannon when she gets here, okay?" mom asked as we started out from
the bedrooms towards the kitchen.
The doorbell diverted us from our intended path. We answered it together and invited
Rhiannon in.
She was dressed in a silk racer-back dress with ruched center seam and rhinestone detail
at the bust, which on her was an amazing sight to say the least.
Rhiannon was carrying a sealed bowl and she said, "Hi, I brought something like I said.
I'd love to hug you both but I need to set this down in the kitchen first."
I hugged her anyway.
Mom said, "This way Miss Rhiannon," and she led her to the kitchen.
"So, Miss Rhiannon, what did you bring," I pried.
"I brought a big bowl of Cawl. It's the national dish of Wales. I hope you will like it. I've
had quite a while to perfect the recipe," she laughed.
"I've never heard of it. It sounds intriguing," mom told her.
"What's in it?" I asked curiously.
"Leeks, potatoes, onions, parsnips, carrots, and plenty of special herbs and spices are in
it. Good thing for you I'm not Scottish, I would have had to bring a haggis," she laughed.
"What's that?"
"Oh, it's the heart, liver and kidneys of a sheep, ground up with oatmeal and stuffed into
its stomach," she informed me.
"Is it good?" I asked with much trepidation.
"It's really not bad. You have to eat it with a huge pile of mashed potatoes though," she
told me with a fond smile.
"People eat some funny stuff," I surmised.
"They do indeed. But changing the subject, you look devastatingly beautiful tonight,"
Rhiannon told me as she held me at arm's length.
I blushed, "You're just saying that because I'm wearing a beautiful dress."
"I've got other reasons too, however right now let's help your mom with dinner," Rhiannon
said as she carried a stack of plates, which were obviously meant for the table out to the dining
room.
I followed her with the silverware and between the two of us we had the table set in no
time.
"Okay you two, take a seat and I'll bring it out to you," Mom declared from the kitchen.
Rhiannon held my chair for me, however I didn't know what to do, "This is something you
should start getting used to Tamara. Whenever you go out into a public restaurant, men are
going to hold your chair for you. Just smooth your dress and be seated, but expect that I will
push it in towards the table," she instructed.
I did as she directed and found that it was very nice to have someone pamper me like that.
"Thank you."
"I'm happy to help teach you anything dear," Rhiannon smiled as she seated herself.
Mom brought out the food and placed it on the table and we started our meal with the
soup.
I was surprised that it was so good, but I should have known that Rhiannon would be the
best cook ever.
Once the soup was finished, we dug into the garlic chicken breasts and baby carrots mom
had prepared. Dinner was terrific, and the chatter was only slightly, strained.
After cleaning up, we retired to the living room and Rhiannon motioned me to sit next to
her on the sofa, "Tamara, your mother has asked something of me and I have agreed to it, as
long as it's alright with you."
"What is it?"
"Would you let me be your Godmother?" Rhiannon asked with a silly grin.
"You, mean like Dawn? You, want me to have big muscles?" I asked round-eyed and
concerned.
"No honey. Dawn has big muscles because she likes to have big muscles. That doesn't
have anything to do with the fact that she's my goddaughter. It just means that I promise to take
care of you, as your mother does, for as long as I live," she informed me, again, while holding
both of my hands.
"Would you?" I replied, hoping against hope that she would.
"It would please me more than you will ever know dear."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I chanted, pouncing on her with my arms wrapped
around her shoulders.
"I take it that you agree to it?" she teased.
"Duh," I mocked her.
"So you, don't want big muscles?" Rhiannon asked and continued with, "What do you
want?"
"I want to be little and soft and have big boobies like my godmother," I declared with verve.
"So, wearing this lovely dress doesn't bother you?"
"No, should it?" I brightly asked.
"Just answer me honestly, what about it do you like?"
"It caresses me all over. It's colorful and just feels delicious, and I like being pretty," I
answered and then added, "Partly because people are nice to me when I'm pretty."
"I'm so glad you like it, but I have one other question to ask you. Would you go back to
being Roger if you could?" Rhiannon was looking into my eyes so hard it felt as if she were
peering into my very soul.
"I... uh... no, I don't think I would want to be Roger. Even if I had my mom still and
everything else, I just like being soft and pretty... Is that a bad thing?"
"Not at all. It makes my heart soar. I'm so glad that you like what I did to you. I was so
very torn about doing it. You could have hated being a girl and hated me for making you one,"
she fretted.
I didn't know what to do to make her feel better, but her big soft lips were so close and
they had felt so good, I just kissed her on them.
"Mmm that was nice, and the best answer you could have given me. I can't wait to tell
Dawn!"
I thought for a minute, "Will she beat me up? I hope she won't be jealous."
"Actually when I talked to her about it, she was relieved, happy for you, and happy for me
too," Rhiannon informed me, "In addition, now that you're my goddaughter, nobody anywhere
ever will hit you and not pay the consequences, including Dawn. However, you don't need to
worry about Dawn. Dawn is a gentle and very loving soul who only uses her strength to punish
those who do evil and you don't even come close to that."
"I'm not all that good godmother," I fretted, knowing that she might find out my secret.
"Nonsense precious," she passionately stated, "Maybe... Conni, could you excuse us for a
few minutes please?"
"Sure, I'll go do some laundry," she jumped up and quickly left us.
"Tamara, confession is good for the soul. You know that I'll find out sooner or later and it
will be better for both of us if you tell me now," Rhiannon sternly urged.
"I..." I started, sniffed and then went on, "I'm the reason mom is dead..."
I tried to run away but she wouldn't let me go, "How did you do this heinous thing?"
I was crying now and through my tears I admitted, "I was bad and... and when dad was
punishing me, mom tried to stop him. When he couldn't hit me, he started hitting her instead.
When she finally got away she drove off and... and..." I couldn't finish it.
Rhiannon kept her cool, though it was certainly difficult, "What did you do that was so
bad?"
"When I had recovered enough I filled in with, "I didn't get all of the dishes washed. I
missed some that were in the living room."
Suddenly the room was alive with sparks jumping from place to place.
I shrunk down as far as I could to minimize the pain, which was surely coming to punish
me, "I didn't mean to..."
Conni popped her head in the room, "What's going on! Don't you harm my little girl!"
Conni rushed to grab me away from Rhiannon.
"Don't mom! I'm not worth it!" I yelled to protect her.
Rhiannon quickly calmed and the electric arcing stopped, "Wait, I'm not going to harm
anyone here! I'm sorry, but when I become seriously angry, there's a buildup of energy around
me. Tamara, you didn't have anything to do with your mother's death. Hank is damn lucky that
he wasn't here right now. Tamara, nobody who is human expects an 8 year old to scour their
house and search it top to bottom for dirty dishes. Your mom was doing just what Conni was
about to do, save her baby, and Conni was doing it in the face of almost certain death. She
didn't know that I wasn't going to harm you. That's what parents do. They protect their kids.
Not just moms either, loving dads do it too. No, I wasn't upset with you Tamara and I'm sorry
that you carried that burden so long. The only one responsible for your mother's death is soon to
reap a surprising reward."
Conni said, "Whew! I'm glad of that."
"I thought you were going to punish me..." I sniffed.
"Sweetie, you were blaming yourself for things that you weren't responsible for. Thinking
of the anguish that caused you, is what made me angry, but angry with the person who really
was responsible. Now will you help me to see if I broke anything please?" Rhiannon helped me to
my feet.
"That's got to be a real burden, that lightning thing," Conni remarked to her.
"You have no idea... It's a good thing I'm wealthy," she ruminated.
"If you're wealthy, why the hell do you teach school?" mom remarked quizzically.
"The first thousand years are easy. I like to teach children. I could care less that it
doesn't pay much. I have to be careful that I don't do anything, which will make the other
teachers or principal suspicious, so I arrange for grants and things to see to it that our class has
everything they need. It's not totally concealed, so the principal knows that something isn't
kosher. That's another reason he is careful around me."
"You sure have a complicated life Miss Rhiannon," I affirmed.
"Darling, to you, I'm either godmother, or just Rhiannon, at least whenever were away
from school. In the classroom you'll still have to call me Miss Rhiannon, so the other children
won't think I'm playing favorites, okay hon.?"
"Oh sure, thank you godmother."
"That goes for you too Conni."
"You want me to call you godmother too?" mom kidded.
"Would you like to pull on the other leg a while too?"
"Okay Rhiannon, but it wouldn't take me long to become excited. It is a lovely leg after
all," mom told her blushing.
Rhiannon winked at her, "I think we can explore our friendship more later, but I think my
favorite student is going to need her rest."
"Yes, Tamara should get her beauty sleep. Hey, Rhiannon, do you want to help get her
ready for bed? She's lots of fun, and you can see first hand how much your goddaughter loves
being a girl now," mom proposed.
"You know, I would love that. Is it okay with you Tamara dear?"
"Sure, if anyone knows what I look like naked, the goddess who created me should, so why
not? We all look alike now," I logically surmised.
"In most aspects anyway," mom said with a smile.
We all trudged up to my room and mom asked Rhiannon to weed through my nighties for
one she liked. She came up with a snow-white lacy teddie, which she helped me don.
"I'm very proud of you Tamara. You are an inspiration to me and I want you to know that
you are in no way responsible for your mother's death. Now you sleep peacefully and if you need
anything, yell out my name and I will come flying like an avenging angel, okay?" she hugged me
and tucked the covers around me tightly.
"Wearing gold?" I asked bright eyed.
"Yes and I may bring your god-sister for good measure!"
"That would scare those who are too stupid to be afraid of you I guess."
"That it does little one," Rhiannon kissed me, turned off the light and they both left
together.
