FLOWER GIRLS - part 2 by Mardee Louise Prynne
Vinny cotinues on his path to being Violet. A thrill of power as he embarrasses Stu.
A drizzle gave way to larger raindrops which pelted Vinny as he furtively turned up the alley and waited for Daisy to open the side door. A tingling sensation flowed through his groin as he dared to anticipate the delights of the subjugation he was soon to experience the hands of Daisy.
A few seconds later the door opened very slightly and Vinny slipped in. The ten year old who had days previously thrashed him and his two former buddies stepped behind and simply ordered him "Downstairs, quickly." He felt her following close behind him. She had been careful to avoid letting him see her. The older boy knew that was the start of the control he longed for her to exert over him. He wanted to turn, to admire, to adore the girl who had put him in his first pair of panties.
"Keep moving," was all she said as they entered the darkened room. His heart pounded. Then a hand caught his wrist, an arm slammed across his chest as he felt her hip slide under him. He soared backwards, the victim of a very well executed judo hip toss.
Vinny lay on his back and blinked at the intensity of the light. Daisy looked down at him. She wore a tank top leotard that clung to the tiny nipples of the barely pubescent girl. Her hair was in a bun tied with a white scarf. She turned her back to him confident that he wouldn't dare to attack her yet hoping he would so she might use her formidable skills to further dominate the sixteen year old boy who was to be her plaything. Vinny's eye was led along the seam of her white opaque dance tights from her trim ankles to the muscular calves that disappeared under the black wrap skirt that draped her surprisingly firm tush.
"Vee, sweetie, I know what you want. Give in and attack me." She unhooked the skirt and spread it wide behind her like a bizarre matador taunting a bull. "Poor baby, afraid of what he wants. Be useful to me. Take my skirt." He obeyed. As he stood behind her, she rammed her elbow into his belly. The pain was meant to be his reward.
She turned to him, kissed him.
"Oh, dear. You're so wet. I don't want you to get sick. I really mean it. Wait a sec."
She returned with a pink robe and a bath towel in a similar shade. "Take off those wet clothes." He complied.
"Oh, dear! I'm ever so disappointed. You didn't like the panties I gave you, at least not enough to wear them."
"Daisy, no. That's not it. I was scared someone would find out. Those panties made me feel so good...I can't explain it but they felt so right."
"Finish undressing and dry yourself."
A smirk crossed her pretty features as she assessed the nude boy in front of her. "You are so, so lucky not be all hairy and gross like most boys."
Her hand reached under his tight scrotum. "What's your name?"
"Vinny. You know that." He felt her grip tighten. "No, no. Not Vinny. Violet."
"You're going to learn very nicely." Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of his not so flaccid prick. "Eventually you'll be allowed to be the girl you want to be...Violet, don't lie to me. You know you really want to pretend to be a girl, to exist as a girl. Not just some of the time but most of the time.
"Lessons start now. You're going to be younger even than I am."
Vinny took the pink satin panties and stepped into them. He was dripping precum before he had them over his thighs. "Go ahead. Relieve yourself. You have my permission to wank. Do it!
"What is wrong with you? Girls play with themselves." She stepped close to him. A well placed knee doubled him over. "Now take your hands away before I real hurt you." She massaged his balls with her slippered foot until spurts of cum geysered from the ecstatic boy's very erect prick. "Really, Violet, am I going to have to do everything for you?"
Vinny/Violet sat clad only in pink satin panties and white knee socks as Daisy did his hair in the popular gamine style; short hair brushed back behind the ears with a fringe of bangs swept across the forehead. A straight slip was lowered over his head. Next a white blouse, a navy blue a-line skirt. Black patent Mary Janes completed the outfit.
"My God," he said with surprise as he gazed in the mirror. "That's really me, isn't it?"
"Of course, Violet. It's not only really you bit it's the beginnings of the real you. Pleased?"
"I love it!"
"Then what's bothering you?
"I'd get my ass kicked if anyone I know saw me like this."
"Not at all. Fist of all they wouldn't believe their own eyes. Secondly is that as a girl, you have all the advantages; coolness, confidence, and you're going to learn to last in a fight. Even now you could whip most high school boys."
"I wish that were all true."
"But it is. We're going to prove it."
Daisy watched from a distance as Violet pushed her way into the news and magazine store. Billy and Stu had been lounging in the entrance way keeping out of the cold drizzle.
"Get a load of little Miss Bossy Boots." Stu's voice was half humorous, half menacing.
Vinny/Violet was thrilled that his friends didn't recognize him.
"Excuse me but the name is Violet. I expect to be called Violet if you have anything to say to me, not that anything you can say good be any possible importance."
"You got a pretty big mouth for a little girl."
"Maybe I'm little but I'm big enough to teach you some manners."
Stu was taken aback by Violet's refusal to be intimidated. He had to save face with Billy especially after Daisy had so easily humiliated them. As Violet pushed passed them, Stu grabbed her skirt and tried to lift it a vain and misguided attempt to embarrass the petite trannie. Violet whirled around, kicked his shin, ground the hard leather heel of her Mary Janes down his leg and finally stomped his toes. He yelled as she hopped on one foot.
"Care to play rough?" asked Violet as she stood with her hands on her hips, her held tilted mockingly, her rain coat opened to allow more freedom of movement. Billy had begun to back away. As Stu threw a punch, Violet snapped her head to the side and shot the heel of her and against Stu's chin. He reeled backwards and tumbled off the curb and into a puddle. Billy had already crossed the street where he saw Daisy. He fled in fright.
Violet stood watching Stu. "Don't bother getting up until I tell you to. Otherwise I'll only have to knock you down again." Stu stared at Violet in a mixture of shock, disbelief, and fright.
"I think you wanted to see my panties. Take a good look. " She lifted her skirt high enough for Stu to catch a glimpse of the pink satin panties. "Like what you see?" Stu had no chance to answer as a kick in the ribs from Violet sent him sprawling. "You may get up whenever you dare," laughed Violet triumphantly.
Being Violet had given Vinny a sense of power that he never had as a boy. Violet, he was certain, was here to stay. He would pay nay price that Daisy and Iris demanded if only they would continue to train him.
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