Lisa's TG Library: "A Very Good Boy" by Chelsea Brown

By b1223

Published on Oct 2, 1995

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From agate!howland.reston.ans.net!ix.netcom.com!netnews Tue Oct 3 10:35:06 1995 Path: agate!howland.reston.ans.net!ix.netcom.com!netnews Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: Netcom Lines: 212 Message-ID: 44o6kd$ein@ixnews5.ix.netcom.com NNTP-Posting-Host: ix-ir14-18.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Mon Oct 02 1:07:41 AM PDT 1995 Xref: agate alt.sex.stories:103203 alt.sex.stories.tg:890

Didn't write it, not responsible for it, enjoy it! -Lisa Blades

A Very Good Boy by Chelsea Brown


Christopher was a good boy.

Everyone said he was a good boy. His teacher did, his mother did

and his Aunt Roberta did. And Mr. Blenkinsop, the history

teacher, said he was a very good boy.

The only problem was, Mr Blenkinsop said, that Christopher was

not doing very well in history. Christopher was a popular boy,

and well behaved, but those English Queens had him totally

confused.

Mr Blenkinsop said he liked Christopher, and was willing to give

him extra tuition! Christopher's mother was VERY pleased,

because she could not afford a private tutor, but wanted to afford

Christopher every opportunity.

So it came about that, the following Saturday morning, if you had

been standing just outside Mr Blenkinsop's house, you would

have seen Christopher go cycling up to his front door, get off his

bike, lean it against the privet hedge, and push the big brass bell.

You would also, if you'd been looking, have seen Mr Blenkinsop

open the door, and welcome Christopher, tell him to wipe his feet

on the mat, usher him inside the house, and close the big front

door after him.

Inside, Mr Blenkinsop showed Christopher to the study, and

heated up a kettle to make some tea. Christopher sat down on

the edge of the leather settee and looked at all the books on the

shelves. He didn't see Mr Blenkinsop carefully pour some white

powder from a screw of paper into one of the cups before bringing

in the tea things on a tray.

Mr Blenkinsop started talking about school, and Christopher's

class mates, and the girls at school, and history, and other things

of no importance as he poured the tea, and passed a cup - THE

cup - to Christopher, along with a plate of cookies. Christopher

drank his tea without gurgling it, as he'd been taught, and had

one cookie - out of politeness. The tea tasted strange, but he

assumed it was some expensive blend that he was unfamiliar

with, and that he was a very lucky boy to be given it.

Mr Blenkinsop came and sat next to Christopher on the settee,

and Christopher found that Mr Blenkinsop's voice had a

hypnotic, droning quality to it. Pretty soon, although he was

hearing the words, and was able to respond to them it was with

all the animation of a zombie.

Mr Blenkinsop checked his watch and cleared the tea things into

the kitchen. As he washed up the cups, he thought about the

many times he had invited Christopher around in the past. The

first time, how carefully he had hypnotized the boy - a job made

easier subsequently by the introduction of the mind altering drug

that he slipped into Christopher's tea. Mr Blenkinsop checked

his watch...another few minutes, and the drug would be at full

power. Mr Blenkinsop reflected on how lucky he was to have

found Christopher. He looked at Christopher, sitting on the

couch, upright but deep in the trance. The boy was small for his

17 years, slim and lithe without an ounce of surplus fat, blonde

haired and blue eyed, and still too young to shave. All of which

added up to a perfect candidate for the teachers very special

requirements.

By the time the tea-things had been put away, Mr Blenkinsop

decided it was time to proceed to the next stage of the plan. He

sat down next to the boy and whispered into his ear. Christopher

felt, rather than heard, Mr Blenkinsop tell him to follow him. He

stood up and with sure steps mounted the stairs. When he got

into the bedroom that had been prepared with loving attention to

detail, he found that he wasn't surprised to find, laid out on the

bed, a beautiful satin peignoir; with a blonde wig and makeup on the

dresser, and heels and stockings by the side of them. Under Mr

Blenkinsop's insistence, he sat at the dresser, having first

undressed completely, and found that he seemed to know

instinctively how to apply makeup. He added a pair of gold

earrings and placed the lush blonde wig on his head, brushing

the golden hair into an exciting, feminine young style.

From the bed, he picked up the silky stockings, rosing them up

before slipping them up his silky young legs. Next, he fastened

a wide, black satin garterbelt around his slim waist, and as he

fastened the 4 elstic straps to the stocking tops, he was seemingly

oblivious to the way the black satin framed his small blonde bush,

with the boyish cock most invitingly.

Next, he picked up the silk teddy slipping it over his slim hips

before slipping the straps up his slim arms. Next he slipped into the

peignoir, arranging it loosely across his shoulders before tying the

ends firmly at her waist. Finally, a pair of black patent leather heels

completed the picture as she stood coyly before a full length mirror

and struck a sultry pose. Christopher was now Christine.

She stood there, a beautiful robot awaiting orders. Mr Blenkinsop watched

her, savoring the next moment. After a moment or two, he whispered

softly to her. The effect was startling, like a doll coming to life.

Fire flashed in her eyes and she took a couple of deep breaths

She turned to look at herself in the mirror and, when she saw her image,

let out a soft moan. She saw Mr Blenkinsop approach her and gently

caress her shoulders. She turned to him, put her arms around his neck

and gave him a deep kiss, her tongue probing its way into his mouth.

She could feel his hardness push into her belly. Eventually, she pulled

away and lay back on the bed, inviting Mr Blenkinsop to join her. He

dropped his trousers and pants and hopped over to the bed. As she

wiggled into his arms she again turned her mouth towards his, seeking

his kisses before instinctively turning away from him, arching her

pert little bottom for his enjoyment, wiggling it against Mr Blenkinsop

as he had taught her, so long ago.

When Christine had heard the command to wake up, she had

become aware of more energy flowing through her than ever

before. She looked at the reflection of Mr Blenkinsop, behind her.

, she thought. <If I didn't need you, I'd

never let you touch me.> She turned to kiss him, to keep him

sweet. <But what you don't know is I'm getting stronger with

each visit. Soon, I'll be able to take over for good, and

then....'Goodbye Blenkinsop'! Until then, you get to paw me and

violate me, just as you want.> She lay back onto the bed and

readied herself for his onslaught. As he forced his way into her,

she remembered an incident that had occurred only that week!

Christopher had been walking through a shopping mall with

some school buddies, and had stopped to gape at the sexy clothes

in the window of a lingerie store. Christine had felt her self

awaken, and was soon eying the satin panties and lace bras on

display. She had felt her pussy get wet and had only been

frightened back inside Christopher by his friends jostling him

and joking crudely about his rather obvious erection.

She felt Mr Blenkinsop's hand encircle her excited young cock. <If I

was a real girl>, she thought, <you'd run a mile. It's only because

Christopher has a cock that I interest you. But I won't be yours

forever. One day I'll be my own vision of a single girl!>

She squirmed round in the bed, and continued to play the game,

moving herself into the classic '69' position. She took Mr

Blenkinsop's small, rather pudgy, member into her mouth, and

began the movements that she had learnt would please him.

<One, possibly two years doing this to guys like you but for

cash>, she thought, distastefully, <and I can afford the

operations. When I finish letting my hair grow long and thick,

and get the injections of hormones and the breast implants,

all courtesy of a clinic that cares more about cash than morals!

I'll be 19 or 20, and then it's off to Las Vegas, Paris, Monte Carlo.

Show girl or exotic dancer, with a special surprise for the

wealthy ones with the gourmet tastes...every night a new stud

who will know how to please me, and beg to do so!!!

New clothes to wear, jewelry, parties, summers spent tanning on

the Riviera; with luck I can keep going for 15 or 20 years.

After that, who cares!>

Her excitement produced the required result and she squirted a

stream of hot jism down Mr Blenkinsop's throat. In turn he

managed a few drops of a rather clear liquid to trickle onto her

tongue. She clambered off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

She washed her mouth out and gargled with his mouthwash. <I

owe my life to you>, she thought. <You hypnotized Christopher

to take all his feminine traits and combine them into one

personality...me! You thought that only you could keep bringing

me to life, but I know that's not true. Every time I am given that

drug of yours, I feel stronger and stay longer. And that incident

in the mall is only one of many that has happened recently.

Even without the drug I am taking over! One day.......one

day.........> She gave a groan as she felt a familiar stirring in her

loin. She looked at the clock. <Fifty-five minutes! That's over

ten minutes better than last time!>, she thought with a smile.

She went back into the bedroom. "It's time", she said. Mr

Blenkinsop tried to reason with her, but she was adamant. "I can

feel him stirring, wondering what's happening. If he comes back

when 'he' looks like this....", she slid her hands up and down her

body, sensuously, "....he'll figure out what's going on and never

come back". Mr Blenkinsop had to agree, and watched as

Christine sat down at the dressing table, pulled her wig off, and

started taking off her makeup.

A few minutes later, she was back downstairs, dressed in

Christopher's cutoffs and t-shirt. Mr Blenkinsop moved in for one

last kiss, but she backed away. "Not when I'm dressed like this,"

she said. "You know I can't". She sat down on the couch. "Do it!",

she commanded, "Do it now!". Mr Blenkinsop sighed, sat down

beside her and started whispering in her ear. A few minutes

later, he was describing to a confused Christopher how he had

fallen asleep during the History coaching.

If you had still been watching Mr Blenkinsop's house later that

same day, you would have seen Christopher come out of the front

door, wave goodbye to Mr Blenkinsop and climB back onto his

bicycle. He felt good; it was a warm summers day, he was due to

meet some of his mates at the mall, and Mr Blenkinsop had

promised to give him some more coachingonto hollowing weekend.

You might even have seen Christopher stop smiling as he cycled

away, and then, if you listened carefully enough, have heard a

small sweet and sinfully seductive voice laughing evilly.

FIN

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