Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 23:32:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: pantiesandfootball@yahoo.com
Subject: From roommate to daughter. Part 1

Perhaps it was the total change in life; my family dispersing between
states and me left at college. Maybe it was the series of depressing events
in my club. Maybe I just lost control. Nonetheless, here I was with a
tupperware set of drawers filled with panties, bras, a skirt, a blouse, and
a pretty pink tank top.

Yes, I had lost control and, after purging my tiny collection of women's
underwear at least 3 times in the past 3 years, I was wearing a bra and
panties to work, school, and my activities. It was exciting, but it would
lead to trouble.

My roommate was the president of the club I was in. We had run against each
other for the position and, obviously, she won. We later moved in
together. The set-up would lead to great times and anger.

The great times were... great. The bad times were terrible. When I messed
up in the organization, she was there. When I was dirty, she was there. If
anything went wrong, she was there.

Today happened to be one of those times. I had failed to bring proper
resources to a meeting this weekend. Then, upon returning home, I had
delayed in sending out a set of forms. Finally, I had written some e-mails
that, while tactful, were hypocritical.

As I walked in the door, she was waiting. Immediately she began berating
me. I took most of it without saying much. Then I began to rebut some of
her accusation while deflecting the others. We sat down in the living room
to continue the heated discussion, when I made a mistake.

As we sat down, my fly came wide open. I had forgotten to zip it after
urinating at work. Nobody noticed there, as I was the last to leave. With a
wide open hole showing my sparkling, satin blue string bikini, which
happened to be slightly large on me and, thus, even more obvious, it became
clear I was wearing frilly underthings.

My roommate was in no mood to goof around, and while I quickly tried to
cover myself, she changed her tone seamlessly. That's when a new plan
unfolded, to my utter horror.

"You know, I'm sick of babysitting you. I shouldn't have to. You knew what
you were getting into when you took this position. If you want to act like
a teenage girl, though, I'll treat you like one. Where do you keep your
underwear?"

I showed her my drawer with its high cut briefs, bikinis, thongs, bras, and
tank top. Apparently this wasn't what she wanted. After a slap on the ass
that stung for minutes afterward, I showed her my boxers. She grabbed them
and put them in a bag. Then she left, telling me to remove my shorts and
shirt, put on a thong instead of my bikini, and sit down in the living room
with my legs crossed like a young lady.

I changed quicker than I ever have. Then i sat, trembling both from fear
and embarassment. She came in, still angry.

"Tuck your thing between your legs. I never want to see evidence of it
again."

I immediately smashed my penis between my legs, nearly in tears due to the
humiliation.

"Now, I don't like seeing you nearly naked like this. I guess a mom should
get used to it, though."

She was not married and definitely not a mom. In confusion, I asked her
what she meant.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, you're now my prepubescent daughter. You
will no longer be moving into the dorms once the summer is over. You will
be staying here. The rent shouldn't be an issue. I'm taking over your
paycheck from now on.

You will go to work and school each day as normal. Each morning, though, I
will help you get dressed. You will be wearing your cute little panties and
bras. If I ask you to wear a nice blouse or dress, you will. Don't worry,
though. Unless you make me really angry, I'll let you wear some ugly male
clothes over your feminine little scyvvies.

After you've finished with school and work, you will immediately come
home. You will remove your ugly male clothes and put on the outfit I lay
out for you. You will then complete your nightly chores. I'll have a cute,
dainty calendar hanging up so you know what night you will be vacuuming,
doing our household laundry, cleaning the bathroom, and scrubbing our
floors. Every night you will do the dishes and pick up for us."

She stopped now and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bathroom. I was
confused by more than one thing.

"What do you mean by us and what are you doing?"

She slapped me on the butt again, this time bringing me to tears. As she
responded, she threw me into the restroom.

"Us is myself and my normal roommate. She will be your other mommy and you
will regard her the same as me. Right now, I'm shaving your legs, crotch,
armpits, and face. Keep your mouth shut and stay still so I can finish
setting down the rules while I make you into a suitable daughter."

She proceeded to set me down on the edge of the bathtub and got out a razor
and shaving cream. She went to work as she continued sternly talking.

"I don't want to scar you for life. This is petticoat punishment, but only
you, me, and your other mommy need to know. Because of this, when we have
visitors or go out, I will let you wear more masculine clothing. Alone,
though, you are my sweet daughter.

Once a month, you will have your period. You will wear a maxi-pad for 5
days and, on the middle day, will insert a tampon into your buttocks. You
will also take midol regularly, carrying a bottle wherever you go.

Thursday nights will now be my nights. We will do feminine
activities. We'll start tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll be bringing home some
surprises. I want my little girl to be a cock-sucking slut. Your first
lesson in pleasure will be tomorrow.

Other than that, I warn you. Any mistakes you make will be punished
severely. I have no issue surprising you, even if you're in visiting your
family, to check and see you're wearing your cute little panties. If you
don't want work knowing you're a sissy, I reccomend you comply. Do you
understand?"

By now I was shattered. She had full control of me. I was hairless on my
face, under my arms, on my legs, and, worst of all, around my penis. I was
balling, appropriately, like a little girl. Nonetheless, I responded.

"Yes, I understand."

In a flash, she took me over her knew and started wailing on my butt.

"I am your mother. You will address me as such. And when I'm done punishing
you, like now, as I spank your naughty girl tush, you will thank me."

After 15 more slaps, she let me sit up. I didn't miss a beat and thanked
her thoroughly.

"Thank you, mom. I needed to be put in place so I can be a good little
cock-sucking slut."

She slapped me across the face.

"I am not mom. "Mom" is for little boys. You're a daughter,
though. Daughters call their mom's mother. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mother."

"That's my girl. Now, sit right here. I'll be right back."

I sat perfectly still, fearing my fate if I moved. In a moment, she
returned with a bag of strange-looking items.

"Lay yourself over the edge of the bathtub and stick your pussy in the air
for mama."

I knew she was about to violate me, so I started to contradict her. That's
when she pulled a camera out of her pocket and started flashing
pictures. After a few sentences I realized I was screwed, so I flopped
myself over the tub and started balling. She created a new rule as she
began to get her supplies ready.

"If you're going to act like a baby, I can lower your age a bit. From now
on, you're five. I'll be dressing you each morning and, when it comes time
to use the restroom, you can come ask me to pull your panties down for
you."

This only made me cry harder. This is when the enema bag she had and tube
were ready to go. She began to lube the tube up as she instated the last
rule of the day.

"And one last thing. let's pretend I never taught you not to suck your
thumb. From now on, even at work, if you're not doing something with your
right hand or talking to someone, you should be sucking your thumb."

As she finished the final rule, she shoved the tube in my newly named
pussy. Slowly I filled with water, soap, and perfume.

"Ahh, my sweet little sissy. You'll now smell feminine. I don't think I'll
be having issues with your duties any more. You stay here and don't move a
muscle. I'm going to the store to by you some pajamas. And, by the way,
there's a surprise waiting for you when the enema bag is empty. You better
not spill a drop. You'll get relief when mommy gets back so you can ask her
to use the potty."

I sat over the toilet for an hour. My stomach was completely distended and
I was crying the entire time. After about 4 or 5 minutes, the enema stopped
filling me and I heard a new pumping noise. Then I felt a sensation in my
rear. The very tip of the tube was expanding inside my rectum. The opening
of my rectum wasn't expanding, but my prostate was getting more and more
squeezed.

This sensation was both painful and pleasurable and I had a hard time
staying focused to keep my feminine douche inside me. Soon the plug started
deflating and I was relieved, though not for long.

As the plug finished deflating, the plug began to vibrate. Again, painful
and pleasurable sensations came over me. It would vibrate for about 3
minutes before stopping. The inflating and vibrating alternated in cycles
the entire hour. By the end of the hour, I was in incredible pain. My butt
hurt, my stomach hurt, and my arms hurt. Plus, my thumb and lips were in
pain due to my constant sucking.

Mommy came in and asked me if I had kept my douche inside.

"Yes, mother."

There was a pause and then I felt a leather belt come across my ass. The
pain was intense, and I barely kept the liquid inside of me. I had just
stopped crying, but the crying began again.

"You're too young to call me mother. A five year old girl calls her mom
mommy. Do you understand?"

"yes, mommy."

"OK, now ask me if you can use the restroom."

"mommy, can I use the potty?"

"yes, honey."

I threw myself onto the toilet and expelled all of the liquid. I got some
relief, but I was still in pain. I think mommy knew, though.

"You've had enough for tonight. Let's get you a bath and put you in your
jammies for bed."

She started the bathwater as I started to take off the bra. Without looking
at me she grabbed my hand and told me to wait for her to undress her cute
little daughter. As the water ran, she pulled the bra off and removed my
panties. She then helped me into the bathtub, where she began to soap me up
and wash me.

When I was clean by her standards, she had me stand up. She dried me off
and rubbed me with baby powder and girlish perfume. Then she slid a pair of
incredibly tight Barbie panties up my leg.

"Where did you get these?"

"Mommy went to the store and bought you some things. What do you think?"

A glare helped me know to answer correctly.

"I love my new panties mommy. Thank you so much."

A pink training bra with bows and Disney princess nightie followed. Mommy
then took my hand and led me to her room. There waiting was my bed with
pink sheets. She tucked me in and gave me a big drink to drink, telling me
it would help me sleep. Then she put a pacifier in my mouth before saying
good night.

"Good night, sweetie. Aren't you glad you get to be a sweet little sissy
with a small, useless clitty? Mommy loves you and I will have fun spending
all your checks on frilly, girly things, just like I wasted your check from
this week on what you have now."

She kissed me on the forehead and I fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a damp feeling. I had wet
myself. It was incredibly embarrassing and I wasn't sure what to do. After
crying for a few minutes, knowing nothing good could come of this, I woke
mommy up.

"Mommy, I wet the bed."

She wasn't angry at all. She woke up and with pleasure changed my
sheets. Then she set me in the bathtub and cleaned me up. When I was clean,
she dried me off for the second time and covered me with more perfume. Then
she grabbed a special pair of panties. I asked her what they were.

"Well, honey, you're still a little girl. I got you some pull-ups with
pretty flowers on them. Now I can change you if you get messy. I don't
expect much from you. You won't be growing up anytime soon."

With a pair of extremely tight-pull ups on, plus a new training bra and a
new nightie, I was put to bed again. This time I had extremely embarrassing
plastic sheets and my pacifier.

This time I stayed asleep through the night. Mommy woke me up early the
next morning. She brought me into the kitchen and sat me in a chair with a
booster on it. She then gave me cereal and went about her business.

After a few minutes, I needed to pee, so I went to the bathroom. Before I
could get my pull-ups past my thighs, mommy was in the bathroom. She
slapped me and pulled my pull-ups back into place. She then drug me back to
the table and strapped me into the booster seat.

"Don't move and eat your breakfast."

"Mommy, I need to pee-pee."

"Tough. You should have asked instead of disobeying mommy."

I sat there for 45 minutes. The whole time my bladder got more and more
full. Mommy kept telling me I could eat after I drank more water. She had
given me 5 sippy cups of water and soon I was in pain.

With horror, I finally lost control. I emptied my bladder. The urine stayed
in my pull ups, but they were soaked. I started crying and mommy came in.

This time she was angry.

"This is not excusable. This is your first punishable mistake. If you think
a spanking was bad, wait until you feel the humiliation I'm about to cause
you."

She washed me again and put more perfume on me. Then she pulled a pair of
thong panties on me. I was confused, as a five year old doesn't wear
thongs. It would all eventually make sense.

I was dressed in a white tank top. Its cut was very ambiguous. Outside of
that was a women's dress shirt that was very ambiguous as well. It was also
somewhat short on me. I was given a pair of men's jeans, though they were
my tightest pair. The thong's imprint was visible if you looked somewhat
closely. Mommy also pulled the sides of the thong to be equal with the top
of my jeans. She used a little bit of invisible tape to hold them there. If
I sat down and wasn't careful, my shirt was high enough that you could see
the white strap of the thong.

Instead of normal socks, mommy put me in frilly girl's socks and a pair of
my white tennis shoes she had cleaned up. I looked male, but if you looked
at me closely, things were off. My shirt, thong, and socks could lead you
to believe I was fishy.

I left for work. And drove straight there. I had forgotten a lunch, so I
didn't eat. I just worked. The day was terrible, too. Every conversation I
had incited paranoia. I was worried people would realize what I was
wearing. The whole day was humiliating.

The worst part of the day was leaving work. I dropped my keys on the
sidewalk outside a small store on my way to my car. I carefully bent my
knees and picked up my keys, thinking I had kept all my embarrassing
secrets hidden. That's when a small group of teenage girls approached me.

"Hi, honey. We just wanted to tell you that we saw your cute thong and it's
very sexy. That's good, because with your sexy women's shirt and cute
little socks, you're really turning all the guys on."

With that, one of the girls gave me a huge wedgie. As I turned to fend her
off, another one quickly and adeptly undid my jeans button. The pressure of
the tight jeans cause the fly to spread right open. It was then very
obvious I was shaved clean. The girls laughed hysterically as I ran to my
car in tears.

I drove home at the speed limit, not daring to go over it for fear of
getting pulled over.  Imagine the scene with a husky cop and a little sissy
like me.

I got home and threw myself on the couch crying.  Mommy walked in.  She sat
next to me for a few moments, her amr around me consoling me while she
watched tv.  At the first commercial, though, she became angry and turned
to speak to me.

"How was your day?"

"It was terrible mommy.  I was so scared..."

She cut me off by grabbing me violently and pulling me over her knee.  In a
flash, my jeans were off and my butt was bare, minus the thong in between
my cheeks.  Mommy began to beat me with my own belt.

"You didn't thank mommy for your punishment.  Plus, you haven't changed
into the little dress I laid out for you."

She kept muttering, but I couldn't hear over my own balling.  When she was
done, she stood me up and led me to the corner.  There she instructed me to
stand still with one thumb in my mouth.  I was standing there with no pants
on and my red butt on display.  Needless to say, I cried.

Mommy was doing some things behind me.  After an hour, mommy led me from
the corner to her room.  She silently stripped me and then dressed me in
one of my pink training bras with little flowers on it, another pair of
barbie panties, a pink leotard with matching frilly tutu, and pink ballet
tights.

She led me to the mirror in her room and instructed me to stare at myself
for a good long time.  This was too much.  I cried worse than I'd cried to
that point.  My face was completely red.  Soon, though, I began to think.
Maybe I should stop crying and pretend to enjoy myself so mommy would
loosen her reign.

When mommy came back, my face was fairly clear.  I would not cry unless
mommy was spanking me for the rest of the year with her.

Mommy led me into my old room, which now had a small table in it and a
cabinet.  She had me sit down on the table and went to the cabinet.

"I know you're only five, but I want you to appreciate a good cock."

With that she strapped a dildo around her waste.  She walked over.

"Play with it.  Pretend its a toy."

I reluctantly grabbed the dildo and rubbed it.

"Now kiss the tip."

As I bent over to kiss it, she pulled me to my knees.  I gasped and, with
my mouth now open, she rammed the cock into my mouth.  Slowly she started
pushing and pulling my head, each pass pushing the cock further into my
mouth.  Soon I was having to gag.

I struggled with my gag reflex, but figured out how to get it to stop.
After a few more passes, mommy rammed the cock's full length into my throat
and stopped.  My nose was in her pubic bush.

"Breath in the musk, sissy.  You will learn to love cock and this smell.
You will crave the cock.  For now, a dildo will do.  After all, a five year
old girl doesn't need to be hanging out with cooty-covered guys.  Soon,
though, you'll be a little flirt."

I couldn't breath and struggled.

"Do you need to breath?"

I shook my head yes as best I could.

"I'll pull out as soon as you sign this contract, then."

With that, she handed me a pen and put a piece of paper on the table next
to us.  I signed it and she pulled out.  She thrusted a few more times to
frusrate me, but soon let me go.

"Thanks, sissy.  Why don't you read what you just signed."

I picked up the paper and read it in horror.  I had agreed that I was
giving her all rights a parent would have over a five year old child.  I
would progress in age by 1 year for every 3 months from her until a fake
age of 18.  At that point, the contract would end and I would go back to my
biological age.  Until then, I would be forced to follow the laws of my
fake age.  No working until 12.  No driving until 16.  Mommy would control
me until 18.  Then, when 3 years and 3 months had passed, I would be left
to re-build my life.

"Let's get you out of your clothes and into your bed.  It's early, but my
little girl needs her sleep.  Tomorrow you get to quit your job and meet
your new preschool teacher.  She'll treat you like a pre-schooler while you
do some freelance writing to provide us money.  After all, I'm gonna need
to buy you lots of cute panties."

Mommy stripped me naked and bathed me.  Then she put me to bed in my
nightie, plastic bed sheets, and with my pacifier.  She closed the door and
life as I knew it shut as well.