Knotinghill stories

Episode 3: X-male

Day 2

I woke up as the door opened early the next day. It was Erica. She 
peeked in, I slowly opened my eyes; hoping that I had been 
dreaming. But sadly I was wrong. The bag, ropes and gag were all in 
place. Erica removed the ropes and the bag, but the ropes on my 
body and the gag were still on. She pushed me into the living room, 
where Andrea and Stacy were waiting for us.

Erica, Andrea and Stacy were dressed in 50’s dress and had heels 
on. I was still in the clothing from the day before. I was worried 
what the women were up to. On the floor were two bags. Erica 
forced me to kneel by pressing my shoulders down. Stacy opened 
one of the bags, and pulled out a 50’s dress and underwear. She 
also picked out some heels. I knew then what would happen. NO! I 
tried to scream, but useless since I was gagged. 
- He seems happy. Andrea joked as she saw my respond.
- Yes, he really does. Answered Erica and they all giggled at the 
remark.
Erica steeped in front of me and said: - Son, now it is time for you 
to leave your male personality and get into being Erin, my daughter. 
There are two ways to do this, the easy way and the hard way. It is 
up to you, but I hope you consider taking the easy way. 
The three women gathered in front of me, and looked down at me. 
This was humiliating. They wanted to transform me into a girl. 
Somehow I knew if I didn’t want to, they would do it anyway. And I 
still couldn’t believe that my mother was in on this. 
- Now what is going to be? Erica said putting her hands on the 
side of her waist.
- Easy! I tried to say, but it couldn’t get out.
- He is gagged. He can’t talk. Stacy said.
Andrea leaned forward, and ripped the tape off my lips.
- Ouch! I yelled.
- What is it going to be? Erica repeated.
- Easy way. I answered.
- Good. Stacy, untie him. Erica, lock the door. In case he is trying 
to escape. Andrea bossed out.
Stacy went behind me, and untied my ropes. I could feel the blood 
run faster, and I slow raised to my feet; not sure if I would be able 
to stand up straight. 
They removed my skirt, blouse and apron. Andrea started to dress 
me in the underwear. Somehow this felt strange, being dressed by 
a woman in women’s underwear. I somehow enjoyed the feeling, but 
I didn’t let them know that. I wasn’t sure what they would do if 
they did.
Slowly I was transformed into this woman. They made me put on 
the dress and Erica zipped it up. They tied a see-thru apron around 
my waist, and slipped on my heels on my feet. Stacy started to put 
on my make-up. And from that on I wasn’t Eric more, but Erin, my 
mother’s daughter.