Karens Toy

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Karen's Toys (The More The Merrier)

A Continuation of Karen's Toy

Chapter Eleven

Donnie was lonely. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to fit in with any group of kids at school. He was "too girly" for the boys, a boy and therefore "too rough" for the girls, "too young" compared to his classmates, "too smart" (intellectually) compared to anyone he knew, and too socially inept to understand the subtleties of the high school social scene. He was quite intelligent, having been pushed two grades ahead in school, and his birth date was days before the cut off for the next year's grade. That meant he was at least two years younger and physically much smaller than any of his classmates, which helped explain his social ineptness - social and intellectual intelligence do not always go hand in hand and both social and physical development of any child between the ages of thirteen and fifteen are extensive.

He saw the approaching return of summer vacation as a much needed break from the stresses of school. As much as he enjoyed the learning part of school and the discussions he often had with his teachers after class, what was going on with the kids around him was a complete mystery. Insults often went right over his head initially; occasionally understood later, but frequently not in the moment.

Girls had become more and more difficult to understand, even those who had been his friends when he was much younger. Several had been friends back then and before their move to this neighborhood, but none had maintained contact for more than a couple of months, they lived too far away for him to walk to visit and none of the girls here had been friendly in the least since he came. As for the boys: he was totally uninterested in sports, didn't enjoy their rough games, didn't like fighting at all and found them generally to be self-absorbed intellectual morons who lashed out at anyone and anything that threatened to diminish their exaggerated self image even slightly; in other words, dangerous and emotionally unstable threats to his personal safety.

Karen. She was beautiful and smart, but totally unapproachable. How could he. Even though he dreamed of having a relationship with her, she was three years older, a grade ahead and clearly in a totally different league.

He often thought of her flowing auburn hair, her breasts and the unknown region between her legs as he played with his little willie in bed at night. The mental image of her undressing in front of him was usually all it took for him to achieve an orgasm. It had only been very recently that these sessions included the release of seminal fluids and he was still trying to find ways to hide the fact that he was masturbating so often from his father.

School was over for the day and there weren't that many left before vacation began. He saw Karen standing across the parking lot from where he was and tried screwing himself up to finally approach this girl he found so intriguing. To his dismay, he saw her approach another boy in his class, Dave, who he knew but had rarely even talked to. As he watched, they walked back and forth between their mothers' car before both leaving together in her mother's car.

Disappointed, he started looking anxiously for his father's pickup. His father was never here on time. In fact, he was often the last kid to be picked up after school and he wished his father would just let him take the bus. He'd get home quicker and he wouldn't have to stand around alone for so long explaining to the occasional teacher why he was still there up to an hour after school let out.

Finally, he saw his father's pickup pulling into the school parking lot. At least he got there before everyone else was gone for once. He tried his best not to let his increasing frustration show on is face as he climbed into the cab.

"How was school today," his father asked in a somewhat perfunctory manner, as if it was an obligation rather than actual curiosity.

"Okay, I guess," Donnie answered, fastening his seat belt as the pickup pulled out of the parking lot.

"I got us tickets to the ball game tomorrow," his father said, mildly enthusiastically while pulling out into traffic on the main street. "Red Socks are visiting. Should be a great game."

"Sounds like fun," he answered less than enthusiastically. "Why does he think I'm suddenly going to be interested in something like that?" he wondered to himself. He really didn't understand his father at all and it was obvious that his father understood him even less.

Their relationship had never been that great, but since the accident his mother and older sister had died in last fall, it had become increasingly strained. His father had since kept trying to toughen him up; to "make a man out of him". The more his father tried, the more Donnie resisted.

In his loneliness, when his father was at work or away for a few hours and he was alone in the house, he often found himself in his sister's room, which his father had left completely unchanged since the accident. He really missed his sister and his mother. He had never realized how much he'd relied on their support to get through things in the past. Now, they were gone and her room held the only real reminders of he had to cling to.

A couple of months before, on a Saturday his father had been required to work, he'd again found himself in her room thinking about them. He'd walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer in her dresser, hoping for something tangible to reconnect him with the sister he'd nearly worshipped as they grew up together. There he'd seen the dozens of panties of various colors and varied soft materials totally unlike the rough cotton of his jockey shorts.

Curious about these foreign items, he'd pulled a light blue satin pair out of the drawer and felt the softness and smoothness of the shimmery material between his fingers. He'd lifted them up to his face, drinking in the familiar but long missed odor of his sister and luxuriating in the feel of the material against his cheek. The combination of sensations had excited him like he'd never been excited before.

After a few blissful minutes of indulging in feeling the material against his cheek and the lingering odors he associated with his sister, he'd begun to wonder what it must feel like to wear something this smooth and sexy. He'd always admired the way his sister dressed. She'd been so pretty and had such a keen sense of style. Maybe, if he put on the panties that would bring him closer to her.

It wasn't long before he'd found himself admiring himself in her full length mirror wearing the panties. The feel of his hands running across the slick material on his cock and ass had been unbelievable. "How can they wear such things and not be horny all the time?" he'd asked himself.

Pulling off the rest of his own clothes, he'd soon starting putting on more of hers. He'd begun with a bra that seemed to be a match for the panties and managed to get it fastened and into position after a few minutes of struggling with the hooks and eyes in the back. Looking in the mirror, he'd been disappointed at the empty bra cups and decided to fill them each with a couple pairs of panties.

By this time, his small cock had stiffened up and was tenting out the panties - a spot of precum soaking through at the tip. He reached down and spread the thin seminal fluid around his cock head through the soft material with one of his fingers as he watched himself in the mirror. The sensation of the liquid being gently spread across the material over his cock head almost pushed him over the orgasmic edge.

It had been a life altering experience. If he thought he could get away with it, he would have worn panties every day after that. He knew, however, that his father would be very upset had he known what his son was up to in his late daughter's room and that he could never let him know that he liked wearing girl's clothes, let alone how much he liked it.

Sherry was something of a genius when it came to hairstyling. Somehow, she turned the shaggy mop of once male hair on his head into a stylish, albeit short, and quite feminine coiffure. Now, there was little chance anyone would ever mistake Davina for a boy. She was just too pretty and too obviously a girl - even though she wasn't.

Karen was beside herself at how well her plans were turning out. Davina, once Dave, was now pretty, feminine and completely under her control. Not only that, but her mother and Davina's mother had unknowingly become co-conspirators in her plan to turn the former boy into her private shemale sex toy.

The only thing left to fulfilling her ultimate goal, beyond his actual physical feminization (something she was now certain was inevitable), was her desire to have a second boy/girl under her control to feminize and dominate. She wasn't too worried about completing this next step since things had gone so well with her plans regarding Davina and was just awaiting the opportunity.

The ride back home from the mall was delightful. Davina was sitting next to her in the back seat, squirming as their mothers were in the front seat discussing his further feminization. Every time hormones or implants came up in their conversation, his discomfort became more visible until she reached over, slid her hand up under his skirt and stroked his cock through the panties and cock cage. Then, his attention would switch to frustration about not being able to feel what she was doing under that skirt and desperately wanting her hand directly to be in contact with the imprisoned member.

Davina, on the other hand, was frustrated beyond belief. He loved wearing girl's clothes. However, he intensely feared discovery and the abuse he was certain he'd receive from his contemporaries should anyone find out. He also loved the attention and compliments he'd received when people thought he was a girl. He thought Karen and her mother were incredibly sexy and desirable. He wanted to please his mother, whom he loved very much. He desperately wanted to get the hated cage of his penis, which still kept trying to get hard in spite of the offending object. He was feeling incredibly confused and vulnerable.

Karen was basking in her success as their car pulled into their driveway.

"I bought the damn tickets and we're going," Donnie's dad insisted, a touch of anger in his voice. "Damn kid. Try to do something special for him, like buying tickets to a ball game, and what does he do?" he thought to himself. "He acts like I'm leading him to the gallows. Whatever am I going to do with that boy?"

Donnie didn't want to disappoint his father, but baseball just didn't interest him. He liked music, he liked theater, he liked painting and he liked women's clothes. Those were his interests beyond the sciences he studied in school.

How could he explain to his father that he'd rather stay home and practice playing the oboe than go to a ball game, even though practicing was not high on his list of things he enjoyed doing. The oboe had been a gift from his mother who had once herself had dreams of becoming a concert cellist. At least practicing would do something positive in his eyes and wasn't just a waste of his time.

His father had never understood how much he'd loved playing in the school orchestra and the youth orchestra his mother had let him play in when she was alive. He hadn't even understood his wife's love of playing in a community orchestra herself. Donnie still had the school orchestra, but it was nowhere near as fulfilling, since at least half the kids in the class were there for the "easy A" they expected to get, whether they seriously applied themselves or completely failed to apply themselves at all.

He had no aptitude for sports, nowhere as much physical strength as his contemporaries and almost no large muscle coordination in comparison to other boys his age. Additionally, he found baseball and most other sports exceedingly boring and pointless. For the life of him, he couldn't see what his father, or anyone else for that matter, enjoyed about watching somebody else throwing, running around silly bases and hitting a ball with an oversized stick. Not only that, but most of the time was spent just sitting and waiting for something to happen. Even the food fare he could expect left him cold: hot dogs, nachos and stale soda pop half spilled by the hands it went through reaching him where he sat in the stands.

His father had gone in to his office this Saturday because of some problem at a construction site he was supervising. He had said he'd be home in plenty of time to go to the game, but Donnie was looking for a way to stall this off completely. Finally, needing some way to free himself from the tension and pent up energy he was feeling, he decided to take a walk.

He was several blocks away from home and just thinking he'd better turn around soon and get home before his father did, when he noted a car pulling into a driveway across the street from where he was. Two gorgeous women in their thirties climbed out of the front seat and there, right before his eyes, was the object of his desire he'd been lusting after at school climbing out of the back seat. Exiting the car on the other side, he saw another very pretty girl he didn't recognize at all.

As he stood there, riveted to the spot and staring at these visions of loveliness, Karen briefly caught his eye. He immediately averted his vision and stared at the ground, hoping she hadn't noticed he was staring at her.

Then, glancing at his watch, he decided he'd better hurry up, if he was going to get home before his father did. He started walking again at a much more hurried pace than before and leaving the sight that had so captivated him behind as he went.

"Where've you been," his father bellowed as he walked in the front door. "I left work before I should have, just to be sure we'd make it to the game before it started. And where the hell were you when I got here? Not here that's for sure."

"I took a walk," Donnie explained meekly.

"Took a walk!?!" the parental figure responded explosively. "I told you I wanted to leave by one o'clock and it's already one fifteen. Now grab your mitt and let's get going!"

"Grab my mitt?" Donnie thought to himself. "I never caught a ball during a ball game at school. What does he expect; that I'm magically going to catch a fly ball at a professional ball game? How ridiculous is that?"

"That was interesting," Karen thought to herself as she turned to head into her house. She'd seen him before at school. Danny or Donnie something. Never thought too much about him before. He was that brainy kid in Davina's year at school. Skipped a couple of grades from what others had told her. "I wonder..."

Momentarily her attention was distracted when Davina suddenly cried out. One of his heels had found a small hole in the asphalt in the driveway, twisting his ankle. Suddenly limping and crying, he clearly needed help getting back into the house.

She and Cynthia, his mother, responded and helped support him into the house.

"Oh, dear," Cynthia said as they helped her through the door and onto the couch in the living room. "You've got to be more careful when wearing heels, Davina. You could break your cute little ankle doing something like that, little girl.

"Here, let me check it out," she added, as she lifted his foot up to inspect his ankle.

After poking and prodding it then moving it around, she said, "It doesn't seem to be broken, just mildly sprained. If it's not feeling better in an hour or so, we'll take you in to the doctor to get it checked out. Better safe than sorry."

"Here," Susan said, handing him a glass of water she'd just brought from the kitchen. "I know it won't do anything to help with the pain, but have a drink anyway."

He gratefully received the proffered liquid and took a couple large gulps. He was also quite parched, although he hadn't realized it before he started drinking.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Karen offered, sympathetically.

He stared at her, unable to say what he was thinking in the presence of their respective mothers.

"Other than that," she added so that only he was able to hear and fully aware he was thinking about the cock cage.

"Please," he responded, equally quietly and entreating her with his eyes.

"Later, I promise," she answered under her breath.

"What was that?" Susan asked, having heard, but not well enough to understand what was being said.

"I just promised her I'd help her try on and model all of her new clothes for you later, even if she can't yet walk," Karen replied plainly.

"That's so sweet of you honey," her mother responded, giving her daughter a quick shoulder hug.

"For now," Susan went on, directing her daughter back toward the front door. "Why don't you help me bring in the rest of her new clothes from the car while Davina's mother takes care of her. Then you can help her put her things in the guest room for now."

As they headed back out to the car, Cynthia sat down next to her "daughter", placed her hand on his skirted leg, gently stroking his leg through the fabric of the dress. "You're so lovely," she said, looking him in the eyes. "I only wish I'd known I had such a beautiful daughter years ago. We could have shared so much and I have so much I could have been teaching you about being a girl. There's just so much you need to know before going out into a world of men."

After a few minutes of silence, as Karen and her Mom made multiple trips out to the car to bring in more bags, she added, "Please forgive me for being so blind. I should have realized long ago that you were really a girl. We could have shared so much joy together before now.

"You've made me so happy, I can never express it," she added, with a final squeeze of his thigh.

Davina was even more conflicted now than he'd already been. Seeing his mother so happy when she'd spent so much of his life obviously depressed was wonderful and he wanted, no needed to find a way to keep her from slipping back into her usual pit of depression. At the same time, there were these fabulous clothes and the way people treated him when they thought he was a girl making him feel so wonderful. Was he really still a boy? Had he ever really been a boy? Did he still want to be a boy? What about the bullies at school and what they'd do to him if they ever found out about this? He was truly in a quandary.

Karen came back in with the last bag of purchases, walked up to Davina and said, "Come on girlfriend. Let's go get you dressed in and start modeling some of your new clothes for our mothers."

"Let me give you a hand, dear," Cynthia said as she helped her crossdressed son to his feet and supported him into Karen' bedroom.

Together they helped the somewhat crippled boy/girl into Karen's bedroom.

"Please just let me lie down for a bit," Davina plead, first looking at his mother and then Karen. "My ankle hurts too much right now. Please don't ask me to do anything else right now."

"Okay, dear," Cynthia said sympathetically in response. "You just put your feet up and lie back there on the bed for a little while. And Karen, why don't you keep her company while she does, so she doesn't get lonely."

"Sure, Mrs. Sanders," Karen replied innocently. "I'd love to. Davina's my best girlfriend ever and I'll do whatever I can to make sure she's comfortable."

"I'll be back in to check on you," his/her mother said before leaving. Then added, "Oh, and Karen dear, you don't have to call me 'Mrs. Sanders'. Just call me 'Cynthia'.

"Or, if you like...," she started to add. "Well, no. It's too soon for that. Forget I said anything."

Karen and Davina exchanged glances briefly as she stepped out the door, closing it behind her.

Karen leaned down and took a good look at his ankle. "It's pretty swollen. I hope you didn't break your ankle or anything like that."

"It really hurts," was all he could think to say in response. Then he added, plying for sympathy, "It's broken. I'm sure it's broken. If it wasn't broken, it wouldn't hurt this bad."

"Cry baby," Karen said dismissively. "You probably just twisted your ankle a little bit. You'll be fine.

"Although," she thought out loud. "If I know my Mom, she's gonna come in here in a minute and look at that ankle for herself. Then she's gonna want to take you to the hospital to make sure you're all right.

"Pull your dress up!" she commanded suddenly. "I'm taking your cock cage off for now. Can't have those doctors and nurses seeing it."

She quickly leaned down and, pulling the chain with the key out from between her breasts, she unlocked and eased off the terrible thing. As soon as she had it clear, she pulled the skirt of his dress back down and headed over to her nightstand, where she hid it in a drawer, saying, "It goes back on when we get home."

"Don't make me put it back on," he pled again. "I'll do anything you want. Just please don't make me wear that thing again."

"If anybody at the hospital asks you about the way you're dressed," she said sternly. "Tell them it's because you want to become a girl. You do that and I'll think about not making you wear it again."

Sure enough, she had barely finished that statement, when her mother burst into the room, followed closely by Cynthia and saying, "All right, where's that ankle. I want to take a good look at it for myself."

As she examined it, poking and prodding as she asked if it hurt here or there, he winced and yelped a couple of times.

"I know she's your daughter, Cyndy," Susan said looking up at her. "But I think we should take her in to the hospital and get it checked out; make sure it's not broken."

"I guess you're right," Cynthia replied somewhat reluctantly, looking down at her child. "I just wasn't sure I was ready to have a doctor know about her yet. I knew we'd have to eventually, but I wasn't sure it was time yet."

Karen smiled to herself. It almost seemed like fate was on her side. Maybe, if everything went the way she hoped it would, he might be on his way to having a nice set of boobs of his own sooner than she had expected or even hoped for.

Chapter Twelve

Davina waited impatiently in the examination room with his mother. He was seated on the examination table with the swollen ankle up, while she sat in a chair next to him. The wait in the waiting room had seemed interminable. A vehicle accident and an obvious broken leg both came in while they were waiting out there. Now it seemed to him like the doctor was taking his sweet time getting in the examination room.

Finally, the door opened and the doctor entered initially facing away from while reading Davina's chart. As she looked up from the clipboard, she took one look at Davina and almost gasped.

"It says here on the chart you're a boy," she said, unconsciously straightening the open front of her white coat with her free hand as she spoke. "But looking at you, that seems hard to believe."

"She just told me the other day that she wants to become a girl," Cynthia explained. "We haven't seen anybody about that yet. We came in about the ankle."

"Yes, I understand that," the doctor said, setting down the chart and stepping to where she could get a good look at the ankle. "It's definitely at least a bad sprain. Could be broken. No way to be sure without an x-ray.

"Tell you what, I'm going to send you down to imaging and get a picture of this," she then added as she stood upright again. "However, I know they're jammed up a bit down there right now and it may take a while to get in. In the meantime, if you don't mind, I'd like to get a better idea of what's going on with you Dave, about you wanting to be a girl. Is that true? Do you really want to be a girl?"

"Yes, ma'am" he replied, thinking about what Karen might do to him if he said anything else. "I do want to be a girl." It was true, after all.

"Well, then," the doctor said, glancing at Cynthia. "Why don't you have your 'daughter' take off her pretty dress and her panties. I'd like to have a good look at her penis and testicles, first. See if there's anything going on physically that we should know about first."

"Do as the doctor says," Cynthia directed, with a nod of her head.

Davina hopped down off the examination table. He then unzipped the dress and carefully lifted it over his head, making sure not to brush any of his makeup off onto it. After folding it neatly and handing it to his mother, he lowered his panties and stepped out of them.

"Back up on the examination table and put your feet up into those stirrups." The doctor directed.

Davina wanted to somehow disappear into the table. There he was, spread-eagled with his junk on clear view and a woman he'd never seen before poking and prodding his privates. It was humiliating.

"What's this?" the doctor said after looking for only a moment. She'd seen several dark marks left by Davina's penis trying to force its way out of the cock cage and mistaken them for faint scars. "Oh dear.

"Okay, Davina darling, you can put your panties and your pretty dress back on," she added after standing back upright. "Then I want you to step out of the exam room for a moment, while I have a word with your mother."

He did as directed and once dressed, stepped out into the hallway.

"Mrs. Sanders," the doctor said with a serious tone in her voice. "I'm not a gender specialist, but I think you'd better get your daughter in to see one as soon as possible."

"Why," Cynthia said, concern quite evident in her voice. "Is there something wrong?"

"I've never seen this before, but I've read about it and I see clear signs of apparent past attempts at self-mutilation," the doctor reported, sounding urgent. "I fear that if you don't get her treatment as soon as possible, both psychological and hormonal, she may progress to serious attempts at suicide."

"Suicide!" the frightened mother reacted. "I never realized it could be so serious."

"Trans kids are statistically more than twice as likely to commit suicide than the general population," the doctor explained on, "And I seriously believe your daughter may be in serious danger if you don't get her help immediately.

"Here," she said as she started writing on a prescription pad. "Get this filled today and get her started on these right away, at least until you can get her in to see a specialist."

"Thank you doctor," Cynthia said gratefully. "Thank you so much. I'll get her in to see someone right away. I can't lose my baby. I won't take that chance."

"What am I going to do with you?" his father said disgustedly as they left the ball park. "Two to nothing game, the only runs scored were in the first inning and we didn't get here until half way through the second."

"I'm sorry, Dad," Donnie moaned. "I didn't mean to be late coming home. I got sidetracked."

"Hmmmf," his father responded, unlocking his pickup.

They rode home in silence, not a word being spoken between them. Donnie was getting nervous, His father was rarely this quiet unless he was really angry.

Finally, the pickup pulled into their driveway and his father said, "You got your key with you?"

"Yeah," Donnie responded.

"Then, get out and let yourself in. I'll be back later, after I cool off a little."

With that, Donnie got out of his father's truck and walked up to the door, hearing his father back out into the street and squeal his tires as he drove off. He let himself inside and turned on the lights. The sun had just gone down and, although it wasn't dark yet, it would be soon.

Once inside, he plopped down on the couch in the living room and began to cry. He couldn't be the son his father wanted him to be. It just wasn't in him.

He missed his mother and sister. They wouldn't have made him feel like he did. The more he thought about them, the more he missed them and desperately wanted to somehow be with them again.

He thought about his sister's clothes again. "Maybe...,"

"But, no," he stopped himself. "I can't do that again. Dad would kill me if he found out."

Why couldn't he be more like his Dad? He couldn't figure it out. Why did nothing his father was interested in interest him?

His thoughts went back to his mother and his sister again. "I wish Mamma was here," he pined aloud. Then his thoughts returned to his sister's clothes sitting up in her room.

"Maybe just for a minute..." he mused to himself. "What he doesn't know won't hurt anything and it's not like I'd be doing something really bad."

The urge to go into her room and put on something of hers was overwhelming. He couldn't resist it. Somehow, he just knew wearing some of her clothing would make him feel better - like she was somehow back in his life. "Mom wouldn't have minded," he thought to himself. "She would have understood and been sympathetic."

Driven by feelings he neither understood nor could contain, he went back up to his sister's room and walked up to her dresser. He carefully selected a powder blue pair of nylon panties with white lacing around the leg openings and waist, along with a matching bra from the corresponding drawers, and lay them gently on her bed. Looking in the drawer she had kept her slips in, he found a slip in a much lighter shade of blue, but the closest he could find, and set it alongside the panties and bra. He then walked over to her closet and found the royal blue dress and matching 2 inch heels her mother had bought her for the dance she was supposed to attend the evening of the day after the fatal accident.

She had only worn the dress and heels to try them on, but they were hers and the last thing his mother and sister had shopped for together. They were special, they were his sister's and, like all of her clothes, he knew they would feel wonderful if he put them on. He knew he shouldn't, but he was really hurting and seeking some kind of solace - any kind of solace.

He stood there for a moment just looking at the clothes and imagining putting them on. Then without even thinking about it, his hand found the zipper on his jeans and he started unzipping it. Before he knew it, he was kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants to the floor. His t-shirt and undershirt flew off into a corner of the room as he sat on the side of the bed to pull off his socks.

He paused once more, feeling a slight pang of guilt, then proceeded to pull on the panties. His cock immediately hardened as the filmy material slid across it. He stood there momentarily, luxuriating in the feel of the material on its sensitive head, then reached over and grabbed the bra. It was a padded push-up bra and once he had it on and adjusted, it gave him the appearance of small but quite visible breasts.

His hands went to the bra cups, feeling them as if they had real breasts in them and imagining he had his sister's. "How nice it must be to have real breasts and wear things this beautiful all the time," he thought to himself. In his imagination he watched his chest growing feminine breasts until they looked just like his sister's had. "How I wish I'd been born a girl," the thought appearing in his mind for the first time. "Then I'd be able to wear things like this all the time and my father wouldn't be so mad at me for not being like him."

He reached over and picked up the gown and slipped it over his head, reaching behind to zip it up the back. Carefully smoothing it out, he sat back on the bed to put on the sling back heels. Once on, he cautiously stood, balancing himself on the heels, and carefully walked over to her makeup table.

He'd never tried to put on makeup before and he tried to remember watching his mother and sister when they did it. He looked around at the vast array of products he knew next to nothing about. As he thought back, he remembered his mother had always started with a liquid base makeup, but he didn't see anything like that here, not realizing his sister didn't have any because she didn't need any.

Picking one item up after another, he finally found a liquid eye liner. He'd watched his sister putting that on, so he tried his best to create a fine line on his eyelids. It was grossly uneven and thick, but what could he expect having never done it before nor had any instruction whatsoever.

He followed that by applying eye shadow much too thickly and an inordinate amount of rouge on his cheeks. He finished off his attempt with an unevenly applied coat of a dark red lipstick. He looked in the mirror at the feminine but somewhat clownish makeup job, disappointed at how poorly he'd done but pleased at the fact he looked like a girl anyway.

"Figures," the voice behind him grumbled, startling him. "My son is a fucking fairy princess."

Donnie swung around in horror just in time to see his father walk brusquely out the door. He jumped to his feet and reached the bedroom door in time to see his father exit the front door, slamming it behind him.

"Oh, God!" Donnie cried out, bursting into tears again. He ran to the front door, but afraid to open it, lest someone see how he was dressed, just stood there as he heard his father's pickup squeal its tires leaving the driveway.

"What have I done?" he thought in a panic. "What am I gonna do?"

Tears streamed down his face, his eye makeup streaking down his face along with the them. He ran back to the bedroom and as quickly as he could he wiped the makeup off his face with one of his sister's makeup removing wipes. He then unzipped the gown and carefully replaced it on its hanger. The heels came off next, followed quickly by the under things.

Once everything was put away and back in its place, he changed back into his own clothes and left his sister's room in shame. He couldn't ever remember feeling this bad. Not only had he lost his mother and sister, but now he'd lost his father too. He was sure of it. He'd never seen his father act like that before and just knew that he now hated him.

He went back downstairs, sat on the couch and turned on the television, but couldn't find anything he wanted to watch. In frustration, he turned it back off and just sat there stewing about what had just happened.

Hours went by and still his father did not return. He was hungry, but had no appetite whatsoever despite the grumbling in his stomach. All he could do was imagine how bad it was going to be once his father did get home.

Finally, frustration and nervous energy got to him and he decided he needed to take a walk to clear his head. Not even thinking about where he was going, he soon found himself on the same street where he'd seen Karen and her pretty friend earlier. To his disbelief, the same car pulled into the same driveway and one of the older women he'd seen before helped the girl he didn't know out of the car. The girl was struggling to get out while using a pair of crutches.

As he continued watching her get out, she glanced his way, then immediately turned away from him, almost like she was trying to hide from him. He thought for a moment that there was something familiar about her, but at the same time was certain he'd never seen her before. A girl that pretty he'd have remembered.

Then Karen appeared coming out of the door at an almost run to help the new girl inside. She looked up at him briefly and gave him a warm smile before heading indoors. The smile warmed him and soothed his bruised feelings like a healing balm.

Karen sat impatiently near the front door. Davina and his Mom had gone to the hospital hours ago and should have been back long ago. She wished her mother had gone too and taken her along, even though they would have had to spent he whole time sitting in the waiting room. What had happened? Had Davina told them what she told him to say? How bad was he really injured?

Then she heard Cynthia's car pulling into the driveway. She jumped up and ran outside to see if she could help. Davina was having a hard time getting out of the car seat, even with his mother's help. She rushed forward and helped him steady himself on the crutches he was struggling with.

As she did, she noticed the same kid she'd seen earlier looking at them from across the street. She smiled at him, thinking he looked kind of lost and not very masculine in the least. If Davina was going to be out of commission for a while, maybe this was someone else she could mess with. After all, she still had that dream of controlling and making two reluctant shemales make love with each other in front of her.

She turned her attention back to Davina and helped him inside.

Once inside, she glanced out the front window to see the boy still standing there glancing in her general direction. After a moment he started slowly walking down the street, dragging his feet slightly as he went. "Odd," she wondered.

She rushed back out her front door and called out, "Hey, you. Boy!"

Donny's pace increased.

"You, Danny or Donny! Whatever it is."

He paused, hearing his name.

"Are you stalking me?" she demanded, standing erectly on the walkway that led up to her front door.

"Uh, no," he replied shyly. "I was just taking a walk."

"Didn't I see you here earlier when we came back from the mall?" she charged him. "Weren't you spying on me then too?"

"I'm not spying on you," he answered, barely loud enough for her to hear. "Like I said, I was just taking a walk."

"Come over here," she ordered, pointing down at her walkway. "Don't make me have to keep yelling at you from across the street."

He started toward her, crossing the street and his eyes avoiding hers. She smiled inwardly. He was submissive to her when she ordered him to do something.

"This is gonna be fun," she thought to herself as she watched him dragging himself over to where she stood.

"Look at me when I talk to you," she commanded. "And stand up straight."

He looked at her, still hesitating to look her directly in the eye, as he stood up straighter.

"This almost going to be too easy," she mused. Then she said severely, "Just who do you think is going to believe in your supposed coincidence: that you just happened to be walking by my front door twice in the same day when I was outside for a few minutes?"

"I don't know," he replied meekly. "But it's the truth."

"Truth!" she said with disgust in her tone. "You actually expect me to believe you're telling the truth? Well, I don't and nobody else is going to either.

"I should just go inside and call the police; that's what I should do," she added turning, as if to go inside.

"No, no," he pled. "Don't do that."

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned toward him.

"And why shouldn't I?" she asked, looking at him disdainfully.

Donny was beside himself. His mother and sister were gone. His father hated him. Now this girl he found so attractive was threatening to call the police and label him as a stalker. He didn't know what to do and felt like a deer in the headlights, frozen in place and speechless.

"Tell me now," she demanded again, a little louder. "Just why shouldn't I call the police?"

"I don't know," he cowered, his voice dropping as he neared tears. "Just please don't. I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" she enjoined him.

"Anything," he replied plainly, feeling completely defeated and wondering what else could possibly go wrong in his life.

"Give me your cell phone," she demanded.

He cautiously and nervously complied.

"What's your name?" she said firmly as she looked at the screen.

"Donnie," he mumbled.

"Speak up when I asked you a question, Donna!" she barked at him.

"Donnie," he said again, louder this time.

"Not anymore it isn't, Donna," she said after entering his number into her phone. "Not when I'm talking to you, anyway."

"Please, don't call me that," he begged.

"I'll call you whatever I want," she countered firmly. "You said you'd do anything and the first thing you're gonna do for me is answer to the name 'Donna' when I use it; whenever and wherever I use it! Got it?"

"I guess so," he cowered, again dropping his voice.

"I said 'speak up when I ask you a question'," she barked again. "And when nobody else is around like this, you call me 'Goddess Karen' from now on. Got that?"

"Yes'm," he replied meekly.

"'Yes'm', what?!"

"Yes'm, Goddess Karen," he answered barely above a whisper.

"Louder," she demanded. "I cant hear you."

"Yes'm, Goddess Karen," he responded louder.

"That's better, Donna," she said, relaxing her posture. "That's a good girl."

"I'm not a girl," he protested quietly. With a look from her, he quickly added, "Goddess Karen."

"As far as I'm concerned, you're a girl named 'Donna'," she responded resolutely. "And, from now on that's what you're gonna be whenever you're with me."

"Wha...?"

She cut him off by shoving his phone back into his hand. Then she said, "That's enough for now, Donna. You go home, or wherever it is you go when you're not hanging around here spying on me. But, if I call you, you have to come running."

"What if..."

"No 'what if's', if you want to stay out of jail, you stalking pervert," she said offhandedly as she turned to go inside.

"I'm not a 'stalking pervert', Goddess Karen," he protested.

"Forget the 'Goddess Karen' crap," she responded, getting bored with it. "If I say you're a stalking pervert, that's what you are; and, you're still gonna do whatever I tell you to."

"I was just walking by and you were outside...,"

"Likely story," she replied momentarily turning as she started to open the door. Then before she stepped back inside, she added, "Nobody's gonna believe it. I know I don't."

"What was that about?" Susan asked as she stepped back into the living room.

"Nothing, really," Karen replied nonchalantly.

"That wasn't 'nothing'," her mother responded with a raised eyebrow.

'Okay," Karen relented. "It wasn't nothing. I just promised him I wouldn't say anything."

"About...?" Susan pried further.

"Please don't tell anyone I told you and don't say anything about it to anyone else," she pled, almost pushing her act too far. "He's a boy I know from school and..., And, well, he's sorta dealing with the same kinda thing that Davina is...; but, I didn't tell you. You gotta promise."

"Wait a minute," Susan reacted, standing up straight. "Are you telling me you know another boy who wishes he was a girl?"

"Yeah..., I guess..., I do," she replied, feigning hesitance. "Please, please, please. You gotta promise me you won't say anything about it to anybody."

"It's okay, dear," her mother said, pulling her into a hug. "I won't say a thing to anybody. I'm just so proud to have a daughter who cares so much about other people, especially people most people wouldn't."

Karen hugged her mother back tightly, smiling to herself.

"Now," Susan went on, releasing her hold on her daughter, "Let's go back and check on Davina, shall we?"

"Sure thing, Mom," Karen replied, beaming inside.

Donnie stood there for a few minutes, unsure of what had just happened, before starting back home. He was just walking down the street trying to shake off the awful feeling he had about his father. Further, he'd seen this girl he had a crush on, but knew was completely out of his league; had just been accused by her of being a stalker and threatened with the police; and, to top it off, she now seemed to have gained some kind of control over him and wanted to call him a girl and by a girl's name.

This was just too much for him to handle. He wasn't even close to being over his mother's and sister's deaths. He was now certain his father hated him. He may have liked the thrill of and been turned on by wearing girl's clothes, but he wasn't so sure he liked being called a girl by a real girl he had a crush on What else could possibly go wrong?

He slowly made his way back to his house, only to see his father's truck parked back in the driveway when he rounded the corner. "Great," he thought to himself. "I guess I better go on in and get it over with." Steeling himself as much as he could, he continued on up to his front door like he was walking to his own execution.

As he entered the front door, he heard a bustling sound coming from the direction of the bedrooms. He went into the hallway, wondering what the sound was. He noticed that the door to his sister's old room was open, the light on and that the sound he'd been hearing was coming from inside.

"There you are!" his father said gruffly as he pushed a armful of his daughter's clothes into a black trash bag. "I should have thrown Amy's stuff out a year ago. Leaving all of this here to tempt you was my mistake.

"Oh, and one more thing," he went on. "From now on it's 'Donald' or 'Don'. No more of this 'Donnie' crap. Your mother was way too soft with the way she treated you. 'Donnie' almost sounds like a girl's name. No wonder you've turned out so namby-pamby." Then finishing with a disgusted sounding, "'Donnie'!"

Donnie stood and watched his only recent joy disappearing at the hands of his father. He wanted to cry out and demand his father stop, but he knew that if he did things would only get worse. It felt like his last connection to his sister was disappearing as his father continued filling trash bags with his favorite reminders of her. It seemed to him like his heart was ripping in half - like his sister was dying all over again.

He ran to his room, slammed the door and flung himself on his bed crying.

Chapter Thirteen

Fortunately, it turned out that Davina's ankle wasn't broken, just sprained. It was sprained badly enough, however, that he was going to have to be off his feet for at least a month. Him being forced to stay on crutches was definitely going to put a crimp in Karen's plans for him.

She wasn't too worried however. She had another target in mind already. Not only that, but she already had her hooks partially into him.

Cynthia gave Davina a pain killer, an anti-androgen he'd been told was an antibiotic and an estrogen tablet before making him lie down on the bed in Susan's and Karen's guest room, to rest up a little. Back out in the living room, Cynthia and Susan decided that, since Davina was going to be laid up for so long and that otherwise "she" might have to spend hours at a time home alone, it would be a good idea for both of them to move in with Susan and Karen; at least until he was better. They decided to go over to Cynthia's house, pack up some of her clothes, and then get some take-out for dinner, while Karen stayed home to look after Davina. Obviously, there was no reason to bring any of Davina's boy clothes, since "she" wasn't going to be needing them.

They were no sooner out the door than Karen pulled her phone out and called Donnie's number.

"It's your Goddess," she stated as soon as he answered. "Get your ass over here, Donna. Now!!"

"But my father..."

"I don't give a shit what your father wants!" she responded loudly. "Get your sweet little girly ass over here now or I hang up and call the police about you stalking me."

"I can't just leave without asking permission," he objected. "I'll get in trouble."

"You're already in trouble if you don't," she replied firmly. "And you won't just be in trouble with your father. Do you have any idea what they do to stalkers and other pervert like you in prison?"

By now Donnie was shaking with fear. "I'm coming," he said shakily. "It's gonna take me a few minutes. I live five blocks away. Please wait for me before you do anything like that."

"I'll give you five minutes," she stated rigidly. "No more."

As quietly as he could, Donnie made his way past his father's continued purge of his sister's things and out the front door. As quickly as he could without raising suspicion with the neighbors, he walked toward Karen's house.

In the meantime, Donnie's father had finished bagging up everything of his late daughter's and started carrying the bags containing the remnants of her life out to his pickup. Once he'd done that, he called out to the back of the house, "Donald!"

No response.

"Donald, get your ass out here!" he called out again. "We're going to the barber and get that mop on your head cut to a decent length."

After a minute without hearing anything, he went back and opened the door to Donnie's bedroom only to find it empty and his son gone.

"Where the hell did that little bastard get to now?" he said quietly to himself. He started searching around the rest of the house and garage, thinking maybe his son was hiding somewhere, but to no avail.

"Get your ass in here before anybody sees you," Karen said as she opened the door to her new victim.

"Yes, Goddess Karen," he said, his head hanging down as he stepped inside.

"Follow me," she ordered, leading him to her room.

As she passed the guest room where Davina was lying down, he called out through the closed door, "What's happening? Is somebody here?"

"Don't worry about it, Davina," Karen replied, easily loud enough to be heard. "Everything's being taken care of. I'll be in with you in just a minute or two."

Once in her room, she closed the door, turned toward Donnie and ordered him to take his clothes off.

"What?" he questioned, not believing his ears.

"I said, 'strip', Donna," she repeated herself. "And I mean now!"

Donnie reluctantly took off his shoes, then slowly undid his belt buckle.

"Faster!" she commanded vociferously.

Moving with a little more speed, he dropped his trousers, pulled off his tee shirt and stood there in his jockey shorts and socks.

"Those too," she said point at his underwear. "Everything!"

He sat down on the floor and pulled off his socks, then stood back up and very reluctantly pulled off his under shorts. He stood there, with is hands in front of his crotch as she walked up and kicked his clothes aside. "Put your hands down!"

He did, nervously waiting for her next order. His penis was considerably larger than Davina's had been, much to her delight.

She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a lavender pair of nylon French cut panties and a matching pushup bra. "Here, put these on!"

"But these are girl's things," he objected.

"What's the matter with you?" she responded, facing him in a challenging manner. "Think I'm too stupid to know that, Donna? Now put them on!"

Too frightened of her to resist any further, he did as she told him to and pulled up the panties, trapping his semi-rigid member between the layer of nylon and his abdomen. He then put his arms in the bra and started trying to fasten it behind himself. After watching him struggling with the hooks for a couple of minutes, she pushed his hands aside and hooked it up for him.

She then pulled a white with blue butterflies print tea length dress out of her closet and told him to put it on. He slipped it over his head as she found a pair of white open toe sandals with a one inch heel. After he sat down and buckled up the sandals, she had him stand back up, turn around and then zipped up the back for him.

She then sat him at her dressing table, where she proceeded to makeup his face and tease his hair into a rather feminine style; all the while having him face away from the mirror. Pleased with her job at feminizing his appearance, she had him go in and look at himself in the full length mirror in her bathroom. He was stunned out how much more he looked like a girl than he had at home when he'd worn his sister's things.

"Go out in the living room, Donna, and wait for me there," she directed sternly.

Feeling exceptionally shy, he did as she ordered and left the safety of the bedroom for the living room, where he stood nervously wondering what he should do there.

Once he was out of the room and out of sight, Karen quickly shoved all of his clothing under her bed. She then proceeded to go into the guest bedroom, where Davina was and said, "Do you think you're up to coming out to watch some TV or something?"

"Those pills my Mom gave me for the pain are working pretty good," Davina replied, sounding a little more like himself. "If you can give me a hand getting up on my feet and then hand me my crutches, I think I can manage it."

"Here," she said, holding out the male chastity device. "Put this back on first, then I'll give you a hand. Don't and you're on your own from now on." As she made that last statement, she grabbed his crutches and held them out of his reach. He reluctantly relented, slipped down his panties and managed to get the cage back on by himself. Once she'd replaced the lock, she handed him the crutches and helped him up and out into the living room.'

"Oh, hello," he said, suddenly seeing Donnie standing there. "I didn't realize you had a friend over."

"Davina, this is Donna," Karen said, formally introducing them to each other. "Donna; Davina."

"Nice to meet you Donna," Davina said, holding out his hand while balancing himself with the crutches and hoping against hope the younger girl didn't see through his disguise.

Donnie held out his hand shyly. This was the other beautiful girl he'd seen earlier. She was easily as out of his class as Karen had been - someone who would never be interested in a guy as small and awkward as he was. But then, right now he didn't look much like a boy at all anyway and he doubted she'd ever be interested in a boy in a dress..

At least he hoped he didn't look like a boy. The only thing he could imagine worse than being put down for how weak and unmanly he was by a beauty like he saw before him, would be her finding out that he was a boy wearing girl's clothes. He was sure he would die of embarrassment if she did.

"Okay," Mr. Boland said to himself. "How does this app work?"

Donnie's father wasn't the most tech savvy person in the world. He'd acquired this parent locator app to be able to find Donnie when he first gave him the phone, but he'd never used it before. It took him a little while, but finally he finally figured out how to use it and found where Donnie's phone was located. He'd apparently gone to some house not terrible far away, but far enough to make it worth driving.

He climbed into his pickup and drove in the rapidly dimming sunlight the five blocks to the address listed at the location in the app. The blinds in the front window were down, but partially open and a light was visibly on. He could see movement inside, but no detail, so he knew somebody was home at least.

After parking his truck in the driveway, he walked up to the front door and knocked. A moment later, a young dark haired girl opened the door and said, "Yes, can I help you?"

In the background, he could see two other girls, one of them on crutches.

"I'm looking for my son, Donald Boland," he said, looking down at his phone. "And this app tells me he's here. Is that true?"

"Oh, my God!" Donnie said under his breath as he tried to hide behind Davina.

The motion catching his eye, he called out, "Donald! Is that you?"

Donnie ducked down and tried to conceal himself behind Davina's skirt.

"Stop that right now," he bellowed, pushing his way inside. "Come out from behind her and face me like a man!"

Donnie meekly came out into full view.

"I should have known," he said with the disgust in his voice obvious. "Dressed up like a fucking girl again."

"Please, Dad," he begged, almost on his knees. "It's not my fault this time."

"Oh, and I suppose somebody made you do it," he responded sarcastically.

"Leave her alone!" Davina shouted, coming to his new acquaintance's defense.

"And just what the hell do you think you're going to do about it?" he asked with a smirk, looking at the apparent girl on crutches.

"You're coming home with me right now," the older man demanded, looking at Donnie and starting in his direction.

"This is our house," Karen said loudly, putting herself between him and his son. "You can't come in here making demands."

"That's my son!" he yelled back, starting to push her aside. "I'll do whatever the hell I want to when it comes to my son!"

Just then Susan burst in the front door, having heard the yelling from the outside. "What's going on here?" she demanded. "And who the hell do you think you are, talking to and touching my daughter like that?"

"I'm here getting my son out of the clutches of your daughter, who's clearly been perverting his mind," he replied angrily.

Cynthia entered at this point, her hands full of Chinese take-out.

"What's all the commotion?" she asked, trying to make her way through the confusion to the breakfast nook without dropping anything.

"This man here is claiming to be the father of a boy he also claims is that girl over there," she answered, pointing at Donald.

"That's my son and he's no fucking girl!" he bellowed, his face turning red. "Now, get your ass over here, Donald."

Donnie was now really frightened of his father. He'd never seen him this angry before. He wasn't sure whether he was too frightened to come out from behind Davina or too frightened not to. Instead, he found himself frozen in place by his fear.

"And you," he added, pointing directly at Donnie. "When we get home, you pack your bags. As soon as I can make arrangements, you're going off to a military school."

"No!" Donnie cried out, even more frightened about the prospect of having to live in a barracks with a bunch of other boys. "I won't go to a military school. You can't make me!"

"Look, Mr. ..." Susan started, as calmly as she could

"Boland," he responded gruffly.

"Mr. Boland," she went on, trying to maintain her cool. "Isn't there some way you can compromise or something. I mean, sending this sweet young thing off to a military school couldn't possibly be in her, I mean his best interests. Just look at her, him. She'd never survive in an atmosphere like that. Can't you see that?"

"No son of mine is going to wind up some kind of sissy, doing all kinds of girly stuff," he stated definitively. "I'd kill him myself, with my bare hands, before I'd let something that degrading and demeaning happen to him."

"Did you just literally threaten to kill your own son?" Susan asked in disbelief.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded. "I never did any such thing."

"Yes, you did," Karen said. "I heard it."

"So did I," Davina chimed in.

"I heard it all the way in here," Cynthia confirmed from the kitchen.

"Well, I...," he blustered.

"If you have any brains at all," Susan then said sublimating her anger, walking straight up to him and looking him in the face. "You'll get the hell out of my house, leave our daughters alone before I call the police; and, leave your daughter here where she's safe from the likes of you before I call CPS and report you for child abuse."

"But, he's my son..."

"I said 'get the hell out'," she repeated loudly. "And do it now!!!"

He looked around at the room; Susan almost right in his face, Karen staring at him, Davina glowering from his crutches and Cynthia looking at him reproachfully from the kitchen doorway. Finally, he turned and with a huff exited out through the front door, saying, "I'll be back. You haven't heard the last of me - and I'll have the police with me when I do."

Following him to the still open doorway, Susan called after him, "You do that...; and I'll tell them how you terrorized both of our daughters, put your hands on mine and threatened to kill your own child!"

He stopped in his tracks, turned and viciously yelled back, "Tell you what. You want the little fairy so bad, you can have him! Keep him for all I care. I've had my fill of his sissy behavior and I got enough problems without having to worry about his queer little ass!"

"We'll do just that then," Susan responded just as loudly. Then, noting a number of people looking out their windows to see what the yelling was about, she added, "And thanks for announcing it to the whole neighborhood. We'll have plenty of witnesses if you try to change your mind later."

With that, she slammed the door.

Once he was gone, Susan, Cynthia, Karen and Davina all erupted in applause and cheering. They'd actually succeeded in driving this vile man out of their house.

Donnie, looked relieved but a little confused. These women and girls had just come to his defense like no one ever had before. Not only were they defending him from his father, they were talking about him like he really was a girl

"Are you okay, honey?" Susan asked, looking at the somewhat nervous boy/girl.

Donnie nodded his head, still a little dazed.

"What's your name, sweety?" she asked the child.

"This is Donna," Karen spoke up, before he could respond. "She's the girl I was talking about earlier. You know, the one that I told you about."

"Oh, yes," Susan nodded in acknowledgement.

Turning back to the child in question, Susan then said, "It's nice to meet you, Donna. It's always nice to meet one of Karen's friends. Would you like to have some Chinese food with us?"

Donnie nodded his head again. He hadn't eaten for several hours and was feeling quite hungry.

"I think we're gonna need a bigger table," Cynthia commented as she usher the kids into the kitchen.

"I think we're gonna need a bigger house," Susan corrected her as an aside, with a chuckle. "Yesterday I had a daughter and a half empty bedroom. Today, I've effectively got a wife and three daughters in the same three bedroom house."

Chapter Fourteen

After they'd each had their fill of sweet and sour pork, fried rice and cashew chicken, they retired back to the living room.

"So, Donna, tell us about yourself," Susan said once they'd all found a comfortable seat to sit in. "Other than about your relationship with your father. That we can see for ourselves."

"I don't know what to say," he responded meekly.

"Do you like school?" She prodded, hoping to get him to open up a little.

"Well, I like the classes fine," he replied after hesitating for a moment. "It's the other kids I don't like so much."

"What's wrong with the other kids at school?" she pressed further.

"They don't like me," he answered quietly. Then a little louder and somewhat defensively added, "It's not because of anything I did; unless maybe the fact I skipped a couple grades and get almost straight 'A's', except for P.E., that is. I always get teased about that.

"I mean, who gets a 'D' in P.E.?" he added rhetorically.

Just then, they heard the sound of a pickup truck pulling into their driveway. As Susan and Cynthia were getting to their feet, the pickup's door could be heard opening. Susan looked out the window and said, "Oh dear, it's your father, Donna."

She ran to the front door, followed by Cynthia. Opening the door, she saw Donnie's father pulling several black trash bags out of the bed of his truck and dumping them on her driveway.

"Mr. Boland," Susan demanded. "Just what on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Tell Donnie he can have all his sister's old crap since he loves it so much," he yelled as he opened the driver's door to his pickup. Adding before climbing in and slamming the door, "And tell the little fairy I already burned all his boy stuff, since obviously he won't be needing any of it anymore."

With that, he drove off, burning rubber in the street once he reached it.

Karen ran to the door where her mother and Cynthia were standing, stunned by the actions of Donnie's father. "What was that about?" she asked, looking at her mother.

"I'm not really sure," Susan replied.

"Maybe we better go see what's in those bags," Cynthia suggested.

"No need," said Donnie, who had followed Karen at a walk.

"I know exactly what's in those bags," he added as everyone turned to look at him. "I saw my father filling them up right before I left home."

"Well, what is it then?" Susan asked plainly.

"It's exactly what he said it is," he responded somewhat dejectedly. Despite how he was dressed and everything that had happened, he was still loathe to admit to anyone that he had been dressing in his late sister's clothes. "It's my sister's things; her clothes, her dolls her makeup..., all that stuff."

"Doesn't she want them anymore?" Cynthia inquired somewhat mystified.

"I guess you could say that," he answered hesitantly. He didn't like to talk about it. Talking made it seem fresh, like it just happened. "She's dead."

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," Cynthia said sympathetically and momentarily shocked at her apparent insensitivity. Giving him a hug, she added. "I can tell you must have loved her very much."

"So's my mother," he continued without being prompted.

"No mother; and, with a father like that...," Susan fumed. "Who else do you have to look out for you, child?"

"It's just me and my Dad," he replied, finally starting to open up a little. "Both Mom and Dad were only children and my grandparents died before I was born...; except for my Grandpa Pete, but I never met him before he died either - at least not that I remember."

"Well, you're welcome to stay here with us as long as you like, Donna," Susan said graciously. "Unless you'd rather we to turn you over to CPS, that is. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to send you away or anything like that. It's just that when it comes to minors, like you, there are certain conventions..."

"What she's trying to say," Cynthia cut in gently, "Is that we're really supposed to report something like this to the authorities and let them handle it. However, since they'd probably put you in foster care where you'd have to live as a boy around other boys, you're free to stay here instead; that is, if you'd like."

"You mean, if I stay here with you and even though you know I'm really a boy, you wouldn't mind if I wore girl's clothes?" Donnie asked in astonishment.

"Of course we wouldn't mind," Cynthia responded cheerfully. Then turning back toward where Davina was again sitting on the couch by himself, she said, "Davina. Why don't you tell Donna your little secret."

Davina was suddenly on the spot. He'd hoped this little series of incidents would continue to take everyone's attention away from him. Now, not only was everyone looking at him again, but his mother wanted him to tell this other crossdressed boy from his class who he really was.

"Mom?" he whined. "Do I have ta?"

"Yes, you have to," she answered sternly. "If Donna's going to be living here with us, she has to know everything."

"'With us'?" he raised an eyebrow.

"That's right," Cynthia said in response. "You didn't know it yet, but we're going to be moving in with Susan and Karen for a little while; at least until your ankle is on the mend."

Then, starting for the front door again, she added, "Which reminds me, my clothes are still out in the car. I'd better go get them before it gets any later."

"Wait a minute, girlfriend," Susan said, following her lead. "We're coming with you. Aren't we Karen and Donna?" urging them both to come, with her hands, "There's all those bags Donna's father dumped on our driveway to bring in, as well."

As everyone else started out the front door, Davina said quietly to himself, "What about my clothes? The ones back at home?" He already knew the answer and that anyone hearing would have made no difference. At least he hadn't actually had to reveal who he really was to Donnie yet, even though he knew he inevitably would. Frankly, he was a little surprised Donnie hadn't already recognized him, since they'd just spent an entire school year sharing a class together.

Jeff Boland pulled his pickup into his driveway. "That'll fix him," he thought to himself self-righteously. "I give him two weeks at most before living with that bunch of women and having to dress in and act like one of them drives him nuts enough he comes crawling back on his own. He'll never want to do anything like that again and I'll get my son back!"

He stepped out of his truck and walked up to his front door, pleased with himself at his solution. After all, he was absolutely sure that no boy on Earth could stand to be surrounded by all that femininity for very long. As far as he was concerned, it was only a matter of time before Donnie came begging on his knees to come home and be a real boy again.

"Mom," Karen said, stepping out of what had formerly been the guest room. "We have a problem."

"What's wrong?" Susan asked, a little surprised as she looked up from the pile of clothes in front of her on the couch.

"It took every bit of drawer space and every inch of closet space we had to get all of Davina's new clothes put away," she advised her mother. "There's virtually no space left to put Donna's stuff."

"Well, don't worry about it, honey," Susan responded dismissively, as she Cynthia continued sorting through the bags of things Donnie's father had dumped in the driveway. Most of it was good usable clothing, some admittedly a little out of style and/or noticeably worn. For safety's sake, all of the cosmetics were thrown out along with many items that were just not worth keeping. "We'll figure something out."

"What have you got in mind?" Cynthia asked quietly, as she inspected a blue and white pullover sweater for any obvious damage. "She has a point, you know."

"Obviously," Susan agreed, picking up a pair of panties that looked like they'd seen better days and tossing them onto the pile of discards. "The problem, simply put, is we need more space."

"Agreed," her lover concurred. "So, what are we going to do about it?"

"All right," Susan said somewhat declaratively as she stopped what she was doing. "I wasn't ready to say anything about this yet, but I was just offered a major promotion. If I decide to take it, it would require moving almost immediately."

"You mean, I'm going to lose you so soon after finding you?" Susan responded, concern clearly evident in her voice, as she too stopped sorting.

"I know this may seem a little rushed and it's hardly a romantic setting," Susan started, turning so that she faced Cynthia directly. "But, if I take the promotion, would you and Davina consider moving with us and living with us full time?"

"You mean, become a real family together?" Cynthia responded, somewhat excitedly.

"Yes," Susan replied, resolutely. "That's exactly what I mean.

"In fact," she added, dropping to one knee. "Would you consider marrying me?"

"Marriage?" Cynthia's reaction was clearly flustered. "I never even thought about marrying another woman before. In fact, if anyone had asked a week ago, I would have told them I was strictly heterosexual. Give me a minute to think."

"Take all the time you want, my love," Susan offered graciously, remaining on her knee. "I want you to be as sure as I am."

"You're certain?" Cynthia asked, hopefully. "We barely even know each other yet and we've never even said we loved each other."

"Well, that's an omission I can correct right now," Susan responded, rising to her feet and intently looking her girlfriend in the eye. "I know it's only been days, but I also know I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I do love you - deeply. I also love the family we've started building so quickly. Davina is such a sweet girl who's just beginning to find herself. And Donna needs so much love and support..."

Going on, she added, "I look around at what we've already built together in such a short time and can only see things getting better as time goes by, as long as we're all together. I know this is what I want and what I believe would be best for both of our daughters. I love you and I believe you love me. I can no longer imagine life without you in it. Please say 'yes' that you'll marry me."

Cynthia thought about it for about two microseconds then, dropping what she had in her hands, almost leapt into Susan's arms, saying, "Yes. Yes. Yes!!! I'll marry you!"

"Wonderful," Susan responded when their kiss broke and as they continued hugging each other tightly. After two more kisses, she then said, "It's decided then, I'll take the promotion and we'll all get a fresh start in a new larger home in a totally new city where nobody knows Davina was ever a boy, or Donna for that matter."

"How soon will we have to move?" Cynthia then asked, glancing around at the home she was about to leave but had never really lived in.

"I was told that, if I were to take the promotion, I'd have to leave within the month," she replied soberly. "The sooner the better, apparently. It seems the manager at the new location had a stroke and won't be able to return to work for months, if not years or ever. Really tragic. She was only in her early thirties and seemed to be in good health; then boom, she's in the hospital and her recovery is uncertain at best."

"That is sad," Cynthia responded sympathetically. "I feel for her; but at the same time, I can't help but feel like some kind of synergy is at work here. The timing couldn't be better. The two new girls need a fresh start, away from people who knew them as boys; we desperately need more room; and, having a home that is our home, not yours or mine, would bring us together even more."

"Girls!" Susan called out. "Come out here, girls, We have something we have to tell you."

Davina had resigned himself to becoming a girl, at least for now. He really did like the idea, but dreaded what the other kids in school would do to him when they found out. He couldn't help but enjoy the thought of being able to dress in girl's clothes all the time and have people believe he was a real girl. It was just the threat to his safety standing in his way of being able to enjoy what was happening.

Donna wasn't really sure what was happening. He thought that if he could dress as a girl any time he wanted, that would be wonderful. He had also terribly missed the feminine company of his mother and sister and saw the current situation as a relief from his father's recent abusive attitude toward him. He wasn't cognizant yet that living with these women would mean he would be dressed as a girl all of the time from then on. Although he'd already had the thought that his life would probably have been better had he been born a girl, the idea of now becoming a one or even living as one hadn't even occurred to him.

He was bothered, however, that his father hadn't included his oboe in the things he'd brought over. His father had claimed that he'd thrown out all of Donald's things. He sure hoped he hadn't thrown that out with the rest.

Karen was quietly beside herself, trying not to show to anyone how delighted she was to have not only Davina here, crossdressed and under her control, but now Donna, who had already shown himself to be incredibly submissive. According to what her mother had confided, Davina was already taking female hormones along with the pain killer and, while their mothers were gone, she'd even managed to get him back into the cock cage. Now, what she wanted to see happen was for Donna to be put on hormones as well. Everything was turning out perfectly, as far as she was concerned.

"Oh, Davina," she called out musically.

He looked up from straightening out one of his drawers of new clothes, the delight at having these new acquisitions suddenly evident on his face.

"You're forgetting something," she added when she had his attention, intent on making him as uncomfortable as she could.

"What's that?" he asked.

"You're supposed to be telling Donna something, aren't you?" she reminded him. Donna's ears perked up, having just heard himself referred to.

"Do I have to?" he responded with a slight whine

"Your mother already said that you did," she replied casually but somewhat pointedly. "I'm just making sure that you do before you get in trouble with her."

"Okay, I guess," he hesitated. Then, turning toward Donnie he said, "Donna, I'm supposed to tell you that I'm not what you think I am."

"What do you mean, Davina?" Donnie asked, curiously.

"I'm like you are," he replied hanging his head down, feeling slightly ashamed to admit it. "I'm really a boy."

"You're kidding," Donnie responded incredulously, his eyes wide open with astonishment. "You don't look at all like a boy. You must be playing with me or something. You're not a boy. No boy looks as pretty as you do."

Davina blushed at the compliment. "Regardless of what I may look like to you now, I am a boy..."

"Was!" Karen corrected sternly.

"I was a boy," he corrected himself, glancing at her. Turning back to Donnie, he added, "In fact you already know me."

"You're kidding," Donnie said again, still in disbelief.

"I'm Dave Sanders," Davina responded plainly while smoothing his hair back with his hands, to resemble the way he had usually combed it.

Donnie stood there with his mouth hanging open, suddenly seeing past the makeup and clothing. "You're in my Algebra II class, aren't you?"

"I was," Davina replied. "School's over for the year for me. My Mom says so."

"Why are you dressed like that and acting like a girl?" Donnie asked, pointing at him.

"I dunno," he responded plainly. "Why are you?"

Both suddenly cracked up laughing.

Karen was a little put back by the fact they were finding amusement at their situation. This was not at all what she wanted. She wanted them embarrassed, humiliated even; not enjoying themselves.

"Well, at least you aren't wearing one of these damn things," Davina said when he finally stopped laughing, lifting up his skirt and displaying the cock cage, which was clearly visible through his panties.

"Yet," Karen thought to herself. "Once I get Donna into one, I wonder how she'll feel then."

"What is it?" Donnie asked, looking at the curious device.

"It's a male chastity device," Karen said informatively,. "It prevents you from getting an embarrassing erection when you don't want one."

"That's not all it does...," Davina started with an undertone of bitterness, until he saw the look Karen was giving him.

"It helps you hide what you've got between your legs the rest of the time too," Karen finished for him, giving him a warning look. "We really should get one for you. You know, so you won't give yourself away by getting a woody when we're out shopping or something, like you've got now." She pointed at the erection tenting out the skirt of his dress.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized, quickly covering his boner with his hands.

"Oh, no need to do that," she responded with a wicked smile, pushing his hands aside. "I like seeing your wiener trying to escape like that. Just, not everyone else would appreciate it like I do."

"Girls, come out her," Susan's voice called out from the living room. "We have something to tell you."

Chapter Fifteen

Karen was seated between the two crossdressed boys on the sofa. Donna doing his best to hide the still present erection. Across from them, each in an easy chair were Susan and Cynthia. The seriousness on her mother's face gave Karen a moment of nervousness.

On the love seat at the other end of the room were neatly folded stacks of the clothing Donnie's father had dumped in their driveway and that the two adult women had been sorting. A pile of rejects was heaped on the floor next to it. On the coffee table were a small pile of costume jewelry, including several necklaces, rings and earrings plus numerous bottles of nail polish and a selection of brushes, combs and hair clips. Several dolls and stuffed animals were in another pile on the other side of the love seat.

Susan spoke first, her face carefully controlled, saying, "We, the two of us, have been having a long, serious talk," indicating Cynthia and herself, "and we've come to the decision that we should all move in together; permanently. Make it official."

Cynthia suddenly couldn't contain herself any longer and, bursting with uncontrollable glee, blurted out, "We're getting married, Susan and me! Can you believe it?"

"Furthermore," Susan added, trying not to smile as she took control again. "We've decided that we need a bigger place and it just so happens I've just been offered a major promotion in another city, so we're going to move; all of us together."

"I already do most of my work from home," Cynthia added, delighted with things. "So it doesn't really matter where we live. I can arrange to telecommute full time from just about anywhere."

The three youths were speechless.

Karen couldn't believe her luck. "This is perfect," she thought to herself. "When we move, nobody'll know they're boys. Once everyone there believes they're girls, they'll have no choice but continue becoming girls. In the meantime, I'm probably gonna get plenty of time to play with them while our Moms are looking for a new place and getting us moved.

"At the same time," she thought on as a negative, "if Davina's mother is gonna be in the house all the time, I'm not gonna be able to do everything I want to with Davina and Donna."

Davina was stunned. He knew he'd never seen his mother in any kind of romantic relationship before all this started, let alone with another woman. The first indication that his mother might be interested with women had been when she and Susan had kissed each other in his presence the night before. Now she was talking about marrying another woman. He was delighted to see her so happy and that she had finally found someone, just a little surprised.

At the same time, his mind was reeling at the prospect of starting over in a new community where nobody knew him. He might actually be able to get away with living as a girl without getting his head pounded into the pavement every day or so. His excitement was threatening to cause an erection inside the cage despite the pain he knew it would cause.

Donnie wasn't sure how to react, so he didn't. Instead he passively watched everyone around him, trying to take in the varied reactions. He was enjoying the enthusiasm, just not certain how to react. He was also enjoying the feminine energy surrounding him, something he'd really missed about being with his mother and sister. He was also enjoying being able to stay crossdressed for so long and around others, knowing but not caring that he was. As far as he was concerned, this was certain to be better than some military school his father was going to ship him off to.

"Well, aren't any of you going to say anything?" Susan finally said, after perceiving no reactions from any of the youths.

"Well, I for one think it's wonderful," Karen responded cheerfully at the prompt. "What about you, Davina?"

"If it's going to make you happy, Mom," he started, looking at her with love. "Nothing would make me happier. I've never seen you smile as much as I have since you met Susan." Of course, he also realized that this would save him from the humiliation and bullying he was certain to be subjected to if they stayed here and he remained crossdressed.

"Donna?" Cynthia asked, still waiting for some kind of a response from him.

"Sounds like fun to me," Donnie finally answered. All he could think about was being free to crossdress whenever he wanted to and no longer being the brunt of his father's anger and frustration.

"Then it's settled," Susan said with finality. "First thing Monday morning, I'm telling the main office I'm taking the promotion and we'll start house hunting first thing next week.

"In the meantime," she went on. "Who's in favor of putting on a movie before it's bedtime?"

Karen, Davina and Donnie all raised their hands excitedly.

"Cynthia," she directed. "You start the popcorn while I run down to the store and rent something from the kiosk.

"In the meantime, girls," she added as she headed for the front door. "Wash your faces and slip into your nighties. It'll be a pajama party."

Before leaving the living room and heading back to the bedrooms, Karen grabbed the most feminine nightgown she could find from the pile on the love seat for Donna to wear and directed him to join her in her bedroom. Davina, she knew, was still completely under her control since he was still wearing the cock cage, so she let him go to the guest bedroom by himself to change. He would do exactly what she wanted him to and put on one of the nightgowns they'd purchased at the mall. They were both undeniably feminine and he had no other option.

Once both were in Karen's room, she closed the door then turned to Donna and said, "Lift up your skirt and let me see that thing that's been trying to get out of your panties."

"You mean my cock?" he asked, absently.

"If you can even call that thing of yours a 'cock'," she responded critically.

"Of course I meant that tiny prick of yours," she added sarcastically, fully aware that it was anything but tiny. She just wanted to get a better look at it and to exert what control she had.

Rather than try to respond to her verbally, he complied and raised his skirt showing the rigid member pushing the panties well away from his body.

"Davina!" she called out. "I know you're on crutches, but I also know you can get around on your own if you want to, so get your ass in here!"

From the next room, she could hear him struggling to his feet, followed by the rhythmic thumping of the crutches on the linoleum floor as he made his way to her room.

"What is it, Davina?" he asked, as he stood in the doorway.

She turned to him and led him just back outside into the hallway and asked, "Do you want to get out of that cock cage?"

"Of course I do," he replied. "The damn thing hurts like hell every time I start to get hard."

"I tell you what," she offered. "If you go in there and sock on Donna's cock and then let her fuck you in the ass until she cums each time, then I'll take it off and leave it off - provided you don't fight your feminization ever again."

No longer afraid of the reaction of other kids he knew, since they were leaving town anyway, he'd already decided to stop resisting the feminization. That was something he really wanted and he was going to be taking female hormones anyway. The idea of sucking on a cock and being fucked up his rectum wasn't something he was really ready for just yet.

It wasn't that he didn't eventually want to really be a girl and everything that might entail. In many ways, he'd wondered what it would be like to be a girl being made love to by a boy. He just wasn't ready for it yet and far more interested in experiencing vaginal than anal intercourse.

"Well?" she pressed him.

"You promise to take it off?" he asked bluntly. "I mean, really take it off and leave it off this time?"

"Just as soon as you finish," she responded with two fingers of her right hand raised. "Swear to God, hope to die."

"I guess so," he said reluctantly. "But you'd better do it. 'Cause if you don't, I'm telling your Mom everything. I bet she wouldn't be happy if she knew about you makin' me do stuff like this.

"Since now we're moving anyway," he went on, assertively "and nobody's gonna know I'm really a boy when we get there, I'm glad I'm gonna become a girl. I shoulda been a girl. It was a mistake, me bein' born a boy."

"Well...," Karen's mind suddenly kicking into gear. "In that case, if you don't still do anything I tell you to after this, I'm gonna make sure everybody there knows what you got between your legs."

"You wouldn't," Davina said, defiantly.

"I would," she answered firmly. "And I will, if you don't continue doing anything and everything I tell you to - no matter what it is and no matter how much you don't want to.

"Now, get in my room and get on your knees in front of Donna," she demanded imperiously, pointing the way.

Davina realized that his problems were anything but over. He believed Karen when she said she'd expose him as a tranny if he didn't obey her. Instead of being the nerdy guy who everyone suspected of being a 'fairy', he'd actually be one to everybody. His new life would be over before it even started.