Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 12:11:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Todd's Bitch 7

I leaned forward in the upstairs bathroom, steadying myself on the edge of
mauve faux marble vanity sink, and reached behind to pull down my panties
and find the dangling tampon string descending from my sore bottom.  It was
so degrading!  I found it and grimaced as the tampon passed out of my boi
hole. I was really sore after the fucking I got.  I noticed it had expanded
and was wet with Mr. Andre's hot cum, and saying "eww" I dropped the soiled
tampon in the trash basket and rushed to sit on the toilet to expel the
rest of his seed.

His cum was so hot as it passed out of me and into the pottie!  I felt
myself blushing, thinking about how the man had corseted me and fucked me
in the ladies changing room at his store.  It was terrible of course, but
then again it was kind of exciting.  I never suspected when I used to look
at the pretty lingerie in that store that I would one day end up outfitted
from head to toe in the most feminine undergarments imaginable, and become
such a slut!

"Brandy?  Where are you ,dear?"

"In the bathroom, mom!"

"Well don't you dare take off your new clothes!  You are to wear them the
rest of the evening, until bedtime.  Do you understand?"

"Yes mother!"

In front of Dad?  This was going to be a fun evening!

I had unzipped and removed the short black skirt I was forced to wear, and
dropped it to the bathroom rug, but was still wearing the rather sheer
white blouse mother had dressed me in over at Mr. Andre's.  The sheerness
of the blouse clearly showed the intricate lace of the lavender colored
corset underneath.  It was quite tight and I found breathing was a bit
difficult.  With my panties down around my ankles I looked down at the
luxurious sheer stockings that caressed my smooth legs and sighed.  Yes, I
was feminized.  I felt like my masculinity had been taken away from me, and
as I thought on that my little cock began to get hard again, very hard.
I'm a boy, but then again I like being a girl, too.  It's kinda confusing.

I leaned back on the toilet, still feeling the need to expel more hot cum
from deep in my bowels, and I began to stroke myself, right there on the
toilet.  I couldn't help it, I felt so sexy, and I thought about being
kissed and about cock, and before long I was spurting my teen juice all
over the place, letting it fly!

I heard a noise on the other side of the bathroom door and froze.

"Brandy, are you masturbating again?"

"No mother!"

With that lie my mother barged into the room, seeing me sitting there on
the pottie, my cock softening and the smell of semen permeating the
atmosphere.  She strode right up before me and took her right hand and
slapped my cock, really hard!  I flinched, and looked up at her.  She was
obviously not amused, and pulled me up from the toilet and dragged me, with
my panties still down around my ankles, out of the bathroom and into my
bedroom which was next door.  She sat down on the bed and pulled me down
over her lap as I protested.

As she slapped each of my exposed ass cheeks, she chided me for my
transgressions!

"Masturbator!  Can't you keep your hands off that little worm of yours,
Brandy!  Here you are in a lovely new set of undergarments and we have to
deal with errant semen stains on your new pretties paid for with your
father's hard earned money!  You're so inconsiderate!"

My ass began to burn.  She had me in a tight hold and I could go nowhere.
As usual I began to cry.  I couldn't help it, it hurts when mommy spanks.
My sobbing also had the effect of her softening, and wrapping up her
discipline.  As my tears flowed she stopped spanking and then began softly
rubbing and caressing my smooth bottom.

"Such a pretty rump you have darling, I love seeing it all pink and
quivering in anticipation!  No wonder Todd wants to breed it.  I notice
some redness around your little hole sweetheart, and what appears to be
semen residue leaking out of you.  You're becoming quite the little slut,
aren't you!  Well I'll just have to put you on birth control pills.  It's
the responsible thing to do, and it may also do something about keeping
those erections of yours in check."

"Now get up and pull up your panties and put your skirt back on.  I'll be
downstairs cooking dinner.  I want you to behave yourself, young lady...no
more masturbating, and do leave that hungry little pussy of yours alone,
won't you, dear?"

I pulled my panties up quickly, my cock quite deflated, and listened to her
instructions as the tears dried on my cheeks.

"Mom, I don't want Dad to see me dressed like this...like a sissy!"

"Oh don't be silly, your father knows you are a sissy.  I've told him you
are transitioning and that you want to be a girl now!"

This was going way too fast, when my mother decided on a project she always
went full speed, and obviously feminizing her only son was very important
to her.  She has always been a force, one that Dad and I could not stand up
to.  She had not only feminized my appearance but was doing her best to
control me psychologically, and now she was talking about making me take
her birth control pills.  Isn't that a bad thing for a teenager?  What was
happening was terribly exciting to me, but also pretty damn scary!

"But mom, I don't know that's what I want.  I like dressing like this..but
maybe its just a phase?"

"Oh darling Brandy, I know you better than you know yourself.  Trust
mother.  We don't want your father knowing that the boys at school urinate
on you publicly, do we?  Or you masturbating to orgasm in front of the
school nurse? Or that you obviously seduced Mr. Andre right in his
establishment, do we?"

She knows all, sees all...

"Um, no..I guess not."

"Then you will play along and be a good girl.  Follow my lead at dinner and
everything will be fine.  It's not like you're wearing makeup...at least
not yet anyway!  I am so glad however you decided to let your hair grow
longer, its so much more feminine this way.  Perhaps we should get you a
perm?  Hmmm...  Now you study while I prepare dinner.  I'll be up in a
while to check on your appearance...and no more masturbating!"

"Yes mother"

For the next ninety minutes I tried to focus on my schoolwork, getting
caught up on a reading assignment.  It was hard to focus because as I sat
on my bed and read I kept being distracted by how good my legs looked, as
well as the new found curves I possessed now that I was wearing a corset.
I got up a few times and went into the bathroom, mostly so that I could
admire my reflection in the mirror.  I realized that from the neck down I
looked just like a real girl, with a bit of an hourglass figure.  My tits
weren't very big of course, it was just my boi fat pushed up and over the
top of the corset, but I had tits, in some cases bigger than the girls at
school.  You could clearly see my nipples through the blouse and it looked
kind of hot.  I wondered what Todd would think of it!

"Darling, time for dinner.  Wash your hands and come downstairs!"

Even though I was concerned about what Dad would think of me all dolled up
I was really hungry and as I entered the kitchen I realized we had a dinner
guest.  There across from where I sat was Todd, smiling at me!  She invited
him to dinner to see me all dressed up!  I could see him look me up and
down, smiling his approval.  My Dad just started coughing and choking when
he saw me dressed up.

"Barbara!  What the hell have you been up to?  Why is our son dressed up
like this?"

"Doesn't he look nice, Martin?  I took Brandy to Mr. Andre's for a fitting
today.  I thought it was high time he started dressing properly.  Morris
has such wonderful merchandise, and he knows how to shape a girl.  I must
tell you Martin, I maxed out your MasterCard, buying Brandy foundation
garments, panties, stockings and a few other things to wear."

"Now Barbara, we talked about this....no son of mine...."

"Face it, Darling...you don't have a son, you have a daughter now.  You
know of the troubles he's had at school...and now that he's Todd's
girlfriend and sexually promiscuous..."

Todd unexpectedly interjected.

"My bitch.  He's my bitch, Mrs. Cumholtz...there is a difference of course!
And I don't know about promiscuous but Brandy sure is one hot horny little
bitch, now more than ever!"

"Oh Dear!  Do you see Martin?  Our son is a black boy's bitch!  And unless
we let him evolve into a pretty young lady he will continue being used and
violated!  No offense Todd, but I expect my child to excel to a higher
level in life than just "bitch".  I know you care about Brandy, and the
more you see her as pretty and feminine I hope you will see her in a new
light, and afford her the same courtesy you give to the real girls at
school."

"So Barbara, since the boy is a coward and and a pussy he is to become a
girl?  You know, I was picked on at school and I survived all right."

"Martin I hardly see you as a shining beacon of masculinity...and if you
wish to blame someone you may want to look in the mirror.  You have hardly
been an effective role model!  Shall we discuss your interests and
inadequacies at the dinner table?"

My father loudly set his silverware down on the table, obviously
embarrassed,

"Mom, Dad, Todd...can we just eat dinner please?  Look, I don't know who I
am, or what I am.  I do know that I like dressing like this and being a
girl, even if it's just for a little while.  Either way it's still me,
still Brandon, and I'm hungry."

Dad sighed and started eating.  I looked at Todd and saw him smiling at me,
kind of a goofy look on his face.  My mother was just beaming, clearly in
control and confident.  It was all so confusing, I just wanted to blend in,
to get along.

I said very little during dinner, trying to eat without spilling on my
pretty things.  Dad questioned Todd on his athletics and they talked a bit
about the world series, which I wasn't really interested in and I felt
inadequate as a male, an outsider.  It's not the first time this has
happened, Todd knew I didn't like it when he talked sports with the guys,
it bugged me, Mother sensed my discomfort and seemed quite pleased.  She
would change the subject from ti,me to time, and interject about how pretty
I looked in lavender or how my pesky little penis would bone up during
corseting, which just made Dad uncomfortable and made Todd laugh nervously.
I figured he was pretty horned up and hoped I would be able to service him.
When dinner was over my parents sent Todd and I up to my room to "play" for
a while before he had to get home.  When I walked up the stairs I felt
myself putting a bit of swing in my hips, and Todd was right behind me
trying to feel my ass through the short black skirt.  I giggled and ran to
my room, Todd right behind me.  When he came into the room he quickly
closed the door and grabbed me, pulling me close.  He turned me around so
that he faced my back, and started humping against me, letting me know he
was hard.  He reached around and felt my breasts through the blouse and
started to squeeze.  I felt like such a girl, being felt up like that.  I
moaned, loving it, but I pulled away from him.

"Not like that Todd, be nice.  Like this..."

I turned to face Todd and and put my arms around him, getting close to him,
smelling his musk.  I leaned in and before he knew it I kissed him on the
lips, gently.  He jerked back for a second, then relaxed and took over.  He
kissed me back, awkwardly.  I opened my lips, inviting his tongue inside,
but I don't think he knew what to do.  I took my tongue and entered his
mouth slowly, giving him the idea.

"Nobody knows I kissed you or else, I'm no faggot you know!"

"I know, Todd.  I'll never tell anyone, I promise."

Todd seemed relieved at my silence and proved when it came to kissing that
he was a quick learner.  He kissed back, digging his tongue into my mouth
and exploring.  I went a bit weak, and felt him hold me tight.  He's so
strong!  I surrendered to his kisses and felt so happy and complete.  I
know that's weird, to feel that way with your best friend, but that's what
I was feeling.

"Todd use me like a girl, please.  I feel so sexy and feminine and I need a
man.  I need you!"

Aware of his erection pushing against me, I reached down and rubbed it
through his jeans.  He was so hard, and I giggled knowing I had that effect
on him, He was so much bigger than me, but I was hard too, hard for him.
He just kept kissing for a second or two, then pulled off my mouth, smiled
at me and put his hands on my shoulders.  I knew what he wanted.  I wanted
it too, wanted to taste him.  I dropped to my knees before him and gently
undid his pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled them down, along with his
tented boxer shorts.

His cock sprang out, nearly fully erect.  I could see a drop of pre at the
head and I reached out with my tongue to lick it.  I breathed in the smell
of his manhood and it made me crazy!  Todd moaned and went to grab my hair,
to force his cock in my mouth.

"No Todd, let me do it...let me make love to you...I want it to be
romantic."

He just grunted and put his hands on his hips, spread his leg and let his
cock bob in front of me, totally hard and waiting for attention.  I was on
my knees, all dressed up, and so damned horny for him!  I could feel my own
cock straining against the lavender panties.  I began to kiss the head of
his cock, moaning and cooing, wanting it, but wanting to tease him too.  He
let me do the work, licking and kissing his juicy cock and lightly haired
balls, and he slowly undid my sheer blouse and exposed my new found
titties.  He played with each one, running his fingers over them, grabbing
the flesh, pinching the nipples.  I liked it...a lot!  I took several
inches of his cock into my mouth and began to suck more of it into my
hungry mouth.  I loved having it inside me like that, showing him how much
I cared.

"I knew it, Brandy...I just knew you would make a good bitch.  All you weak
little white boys dream of being on your knees before a black man, that's
what my Daddy says!  It's where you belong!  Look at you, my former best
buddy, all dressed up real sexy, on your knees sucking my big cock!  I love
that your Mom is encouraging this...she knows what your place is, even if
you don't yet.  You'll always suck my dick for me, and take it up the ass
when I want it.  I don't care if you like it or not, or if you think it's
romantic or not, you're a bitch...my bitch!"

I looked up at Todd and nodded, my mouth half full of his hot throbbing
black cock.  He was right, I knew I would never resist him.

I continued bobbing up and down on his cock, paying particular attention to
the thick vein on the underside of his meaty shaft and he began to thrust
in and out, fucking my mouth while he pulled on my nipples.  The pain was
bad at first, but then it felt amazing, having him pinching me like that.
I focused on his orgasm, knowing he was getting ready to nut.  I tickled
his heavy balls with my fingers as he pistoned in and out of my horny
mouth.  I wanted him to cum, to fill my mouth with his love cream.

With a few grunts Todd froze and I pulled my head back so just the tip of
his cock was in my mouth, and I took his cum, looking into his eyes with
wonder and appreciation.  God, there was a lot of it!  I began to swallow,
gulping every shot of his delicious semen.  He must have shot six or seven
times, and when he stopped he pulled out of my mouth, wiped his sticky cock
on my face and was all smiles!

I felt faint and funny inside.  Kind of like I was drunk or something,
drunk on Todd's big black dick.  I looked up into his face, which showed
his satisfaction and pleasure at using me.  Did he love me?  I hoped so, I
wanted him to.  I slipped his cock back into my mouth and gently sucked on
it as he gently stroked my cheek.  The gentleness of his touch made me
shiver and I moaned with submissive delight.