Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 11:02:23 -0000
From: Kathy Smokes <kathysmokes1@hotmail.com>
Subject: TG story: "The House Whore Part 1 (of 7) " by Kathy Morris

THE HOUSE-WHORE

By

Kathy Morris

Copyright 2002, Kathy Morris

Part 1

Tony was just sixteen years old when he was sent by his parents to live
with his uncles and grandfather. The reason that he'd been sent was simply
that he'd left school with hardly any qualifications and had no job
prospects and the family needed someone to look after them as his
grandmother had died several months previously. Tony had really never been
good at school and was even considered as being not very bright. His only
academic achievement had been in cookery lessons where he had excelled,
much to his Father's disdain.

He had always been somewhat of a small, delicate child and even now, at
sixteen he was only 5' 1" tall. He very slim, perhaps only eight stones,
and wore his slightly curly blonde hair shoulder-length, also to his
father's disdain. Tony had a pretty face for a boy, with naturally long
eyelashes and a flawless complexion. The boys at school relentlessly teased
him though he took comfort in his mainly female friends and preferred their
company as much as possible.

Perhaps the main reason for his parents consenting to send him away, was
the fact that they had caught him, on several occasions, wearing his
mother's and sister's clothing, complete with makeup. His father had been
furious, but his mother had protected him saying that it was a phase that
some boys went through and that he would grow out of it. His father had
agreed grudgingly, so with the request from Tony's Grandfather, his father
had agreed for him to stay with them at the farm, thinking that sending him
into an all-male household would, hopefully, change his ways.

On a bright, sunny, July morning, Tony was collected by his uncle Ted and
driven two hundred miles away to the remote farm where Ted, his four
brothers and Tony's grandfather lived. When he arrived, Tony was met by his
new family and showed to his room by grandfather after a light supper. Tony
liked his new bedroom, which was decorated in shades of pink. Just like a
girl's room, Tony thought, but didn't really mind as he was tired after the
long drive. His grandfather sat him down on the bed proceeded to tell him
what would be expected of him during his stay.

"You'll not be needing the clothes which you brought with you," he pointed
out. "You'll find everything you need in the wardrobe and drawers of the
dressing table," Grandfather told him. "Get undressed and give me those,"
he indicated to what Tony was wearing. "Get a good sleep, as you'll be
starting your housekeeping tomorrow early."

Tony quickly undressed and handed his clothes to Grandfather, feeling a
little embarrassed standing naked before him. With that, Grandfather left
Tony, taking away with him Tony's suitcase and the clothes, which he had
arrived in.

Tony stood beside the bed and peeled back the satin covers to get in and
smiled with unashamed pleasure as he saw the beautiful, pink satin nightie
on the pillow. Quickly he put it on and nestled into the soft satin covers
of his bed and beamed with delight as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

At five a.m. the next morning, Tony was awakened by his grandfather and
told, "Get up, as a girl has to start the day early," he
explained. "Right," he told Tony, who was now sitting up in bed and
wondering why grandfather had referred to him as a girl, until he
remembered what he was wearing. "I see you've found the nightie and you did
right to wear it. This is a very strictly run household and you'll do
exactly what you're told. Do you understand?"

Tony nodded.

"Good. Well, as you know, this farm is in need of a woman's touch, since
you're Grandmother died, so, as you're available, you'll take over all her
duties and responsibilities from now. Do you still understand?"

Tony nodded again.

"Good. Right, let's just get a few things straight. To start with, as
you'll be doing all the woman's jobs around the place, which will include
doing all the cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing for us. It seems
right, and I think you'll not mind, that from now on you must start to live
the life of a girl whilst you're here, which will be a long time," he
stressed. "With this in mind, we, that's your uncles and I have decided
that from now on you will be called 'Susan', that's S U S A N! Do you
understand?"

Tony nodded that he did.

"Good. Well I see we've made the right choice in setting you on as you
obviously have no objections, so I'll leave you to get dressed and then
I'll expect you starting to make our breakfast in the kitchen in half an
hour."

Tony, now Susan, nodded his understanding and Grandfather left his room.

I can't believe this, Tony, now Susan, thought. It's just like a dream come
true, I'm going to make the most of all this, and with my new name I'm
going to start a new life.

Throwing back the lovely satin bed covers, Tony pulled off his nightie and
folded it neatly on the pillow then walked over to the wardrobe to see what
clothes he was expected to wear.

Looking in there were skirts, blouses, dresses and shoes of all colours and
shades. Tony was overwhelmed. He hadn't seen so many beautiful clothes in
one place except for the shops. Turning to the dressing table across the
room, Tony opened the drawers one by one and was amazed at the lingerie
laid out before him: lacy bras, panties, suspender belts, camisoles, slips,
basques, hundreds of pairs of nylons in various shades, beautiful, lacy
garters and even several satin corsets. Tony was in heaven. Looking into
the top drawer of the dressing table Tony was amazed to find a vast array
of cosmetics. This really was his dream come true and he could hardly wait
to see what was in the jewellery box, which was placed just before the
dressing table mirror.

His heart was pounding as he picked up the pink satin dressing robe draped
over the dressing table seat and went to have a bath in his ensuite
bathroom. Entering the bathroom, Tony was delighted to find lots of
perfumed bubble baths and creams for him to use, and he quickly ran his
bath and luxuriated in the heavenly, feminine scents, which filled the room
and seemed to enter every pore of his body.

After his bath, Tony dried himself on the fluffy towels and powdered
himself with perfumed talcum powder, then went back into his bedroom to
prepare for his household duties. Because he knew that he would be expected
to do some cleaning and cooking at least today, Tony selected a black skirt
and grey blouse from the wardrobe. He hoped that his Grandfather and Uncles
would like his choice.

At first Tony thought that the skirt was a little bit short to wear for
everyday work, but after checking all the skirts and dresses, he realised
that there were none which were of a longer length in the wardrobe, indeed,
many were very much shorter. He placed the skirt and grey blouse on the bed
and looked in the drawers for some suitable underwear.

Eventually, he decided on a lacy white bra with matching panties, and a
matching lacy suspender belt as there was obviously no pairs of tights for
him to wear, only stockings, so he also selected a pair of pale tan nylons
to go with his outfit.

Taking his selection over to the bed, Tony easily put on his bra and
panties and the suspender belt, then carefully rolled the nylons onto his
slender legs and fastened them to the six suspenders. Remembering as he had
once watched his mother do, Tony checked that the seams of his nylons (all
the pairs in the drawer had been seamed, fully fashioned style!) were
straight, and with a little adjustment, stood to admire himself in the
mirror.

Tony looked lovely and the feeling of the taut suspenders pulling at his
stockings made him happy. Tony then put on the black skirt and grey blouse,
though looked at his inadequate bust with some disapproval. But, he
thought, at least I'm living my very own dream.

Tony went over to the wardrobe again to select some shoes and to his
consternation could not find any pairs in the fifty or so that were flat
heeled. All the shoes, though of many colours and styles, including some
boots, all had stiletto heels at least four and a half inches high. Many,
he noticed, as he tried to select a suitable pair, were even higher heels,
of five inches and there were several pairs with six inch stiletto heels
though thankfully with one inch platform soles.

He selected a pair of black, patent court shoes with four and a half inches
of stiletto heel and sat on the side of the bed to put them on. Then he
stood up to see how they felt and realised that they were exactly his size,
as were all the clothes, and that Grandfather and his Uncles must have
planned his so-called dream for some time.

Tony daintily walked over to the dressing table and looked through the
cosmetics for his use. Having previously spent hours secretly using his
mother's cosmetics, Tony set to work on his fine, unblemished features.

He applied a creamy foundation and set it with powder from the compact,
then brushed blusher to accentuate his cheeks, then carefully coated his
eyelids with a silvery-grey eye shadow. He outlined his eyes with a thin,
carefully applied line of black kohl pencil, and looked to see which
lipstick would look best on his full lips.

After choosing a deep, glossy plum coloured lipstick, he took the matching
lip pencil and drew a line round his lips to accentuate their shape, then
filled in the surface of his lips with the smooth, full-coloured lipstick
using a lip brush. Satisfied with the result, Tony pouted to himself in the
mirror seeing the beautiful girl before him.

Tony finished his makeup by applying several coats of black mascara to his
long eyelashes just in time for him to hear his Grandfather shouting up the
stairs, telling Susan to get a move on as the rest of the family were up
and needed breakfast. Quickly, he brushed his long, blonde hair and
squirted some perfume onto his wrists and neck then went confidently out of
his bedroom to go downstairs to introduce his new self to his new family.

On entering the kitchen, his uncles and grandfather turned their heads
expectantly, after hearing Tony's high heels approaching, his heels loudly
clicking towards the kitchen along the tiled hallway, and six delighted
faces beamed at him.

Uncle Ted was the first to speak and said, "Wow! What a lovely girly our
Susan is!"

Tony's other Uncles nodded their heads and almost leered at him as
Grandfather said, "You're a bit late this morning, Darling, make sure that
it doesn't happen again!"

Tony shook his head and walked over to the cooker as indicated by his
Grandfather's hand.

"Get cracking, we're hungry," he added.

Soon Tony was serving the men breakfast, listening to them talking about
him, although they referred to him as, 'she', or 'Susan', as if he almost
wasn't there. They said things ranging from, "It's good to see we've got a
woman in the house again," to, "She really has got a sexy body on her."
Several times Tony had turned from his task of cooking and caught one or
another Uncle and, several times, his Grandfather, looking at him, but he
coyly turned away and carried on with preparing breakfast.

Uncle Dan pulled out a chair at the table between himself and Uncle Jack as
Tony placed his breakfast down last, and as he sat, politely pushed it
forward for him to sit on.

Tony smiled pleasantly at Dan as he said, "Sit here next to me, Darling! I
like a pretty girl beside me as I start the day."

Grandfather laughed and said, "Yes, but we're going to have to make a
routine out for that bit," and winked at Tony.

Tony wondered what they were all now sniggering about, as he didn't
understand the innuendo, so passing the comment off with a little shrug, he
started to eat his breakfast.

Throughout breakfast the men chatted about the day's work on the farm and
nudged eachother as they talked about Tony's presence in the house, though
they only referred to him as 'Susan' or 'Sue', and asked him questions
which were meant to embarrass him, such as how did it feel having so many
men around him when he was the only girl?

Tony only smiled sweetly at their sometimes fairly rude remarks, though he
couldn't help blushing as Uncle Frank said to Uncle Dan, "Dad said
yesterday that I should think about getting married soon," and winked at
Tony.

With breakfast finished, Tony or now Susan, as he had become to feel,
cleared away the dirty dishes and made coffee for 'her' men, as he found
himself thinking, and started to clean the plates and dishes.

"Leave those a minute, Love!" Uncle Jack said.

Susan turned and saw that Uncle Jack was patting the chair seat next to
him, motioning for him to sit next to him. "Finish your coffee with us,
Love!" he added.

Susan dried her hands and sat obligingly on the proffered chair as Uncle
Jack delved into his work overalls pocket and pulled from it a packet of
cigarettes. He took one from it and passed the packet around the table. All
the men took a cigarette from Jack's packet and then he asked Susan if she
also would like one.

Tony, now Susan, had never smoked before, but had admired his mother's, and
other women's grace as they smoked and it seemed to Tony, now Susan, to be
an addition to feminine sophistication that a beautiful woman should smoke.

Susan smiled sweetly and said, "Thanks, uncle," as she took one.

As Uncle Dan offered her a light, Susan placed the cigarette between her
lipsticked lips and drew in her first taste of cigarette smoke. She thought
that the smoke tasted rather bitter but exhaled the smoke delicately as she
had seen her mother do on innumerable occasions and held the cigarette
between outstretched fingers in a very feminine manner.

Uncle Jack smiled and said to Uncle Ben, "Well at least you and me will be
having a grand time."

Uncle Ben nodded his approval as Susan took a longer drag on her cigarette
and exhaled the smoke in a thin plume.

Uncle Ted said, "They'll be glad that you've started to smoke, Sue, because
the both of them find an attractive girl like you smoking cigarettes,
something of a big turn on."

Susan smiled, and taking another delicate drag on her cigarette, watched as
Uncle Jack and Uncle Ben both watched her avidly as she slowly exhaled the
blue cigarette smoke, and realised that she might be starting to have a
hold in some way over them.

Uncle Dan placed one of his large, strong hands onto Susan's nylon-clad
knees and said, "And if you keep flashing those stocking-tops of yours like
you're doing now, there'll be less work done on this farm than enough," he
joked.

Susan looked down and saw that her stocking-tops were exposed by the short
skirt she was forced to wear and blushed. She tried to pull the hem of her
skirt down a little and only just succeeded in covering them. As she did
so, she realised that she liked the feel of her Uncle's large hand on her
knee and decided that she wouldn't move it as it made her stomach feel
lighter somehow and so she just left it there and smoked her cigarette with
"her" men, smiling at them as they made comments about her and wondered
about her new life ahead.

Eventually, the men finished their coffees and cigarettes and stood up as
if to leave the kitchen. Susan had already finished hers and was standing
by the sink just about to start the washing up.

Strong hands forcibly turned her on her high heels and pulled her
forwards. She was being held firmly to Uncle Ted's chest. Startled, she
placed her hands onto his broad, muscled chest.

"That was a great breakfast, Love," Uncle Ted said, smiling, then moved his
weather-beaten face close to hers' and said, "See you at lunch, Love," and
closed his mouth over hers.

She had never been kissed by a man before, but being in her Uncle's strong
embrace, and totally unable to move away, she relaxed into the kiss, and
feeling a strong hand on her back and one on her bottom, she closed her
eyes and accepted the passionate kiss, enjoying the feeling of being
totally overpowered and the warm moistness of his tongue as it probed her
willing mouth.

Uncle Ted kissed her for several minutes and then let her go from his
embrace and strode from the kitchen with a beaming smile.

Uncle Dan then came forward and held Susan tightly but didn't say anything,
just kissed her pouting, moist lips for as long as Uncle Ted had done, then
released her and followed Ted.

Uncle Jack, Uncle Ben and Uncle Frank all followed suit, kissing Susan
passionately and then left to start their work.

Susan was now alone in the kitchen with Grandfather. He said, "Come here
girl!" and Susan felt herself almost floating across to him, poised
daintily on her high heels and stood breathlessly before him as he towered
over her.

Grandfather was a very well built man for seventy, and still handsome she
realised, and when he put his arms around her and held her close to him,
Susan did not resist, in fact couldn't resist.

His face was close to hers and she had to look up to him even in the high
heels, as he spoke. "Breakfast was good, the lads enjoyed it and it looks
like they enjoyed meeting you," he smiled. "When you've done the dishes you
can start on cleaning the house, then make sure that you get some lunch
ready for us at one o'clock, right?"

Susan nodded her understanding.

Grandfather continued, "You look nice enough this morning, though your
lipstick looks like shit at the moment but that's not you fault is it?" he
said smiling.

Susan shook her head and said, "No Granddad."

"Another thing," Susan's Grandfather went on, "I see you didn't have time
to put nail varnish on this morning, so from now on make sure that you do!"

Susan once again nodded.

"There's cigarettes on the table, so you can have a smoke when you like,
perhaps when you've time for a short rest. If I were you," he continued,
"I'd get used to smoking pretty sharpish, as our Jack and Ben really get a
kick out of a girl smoking, as I'm sure you'll find out," he added. "So,
Sue, I'll get off now and get some work done, but not before my morning
snog, eh?"

Understanding her Grandfather's intention, Susan smiled sweetly and said,
"But of course, Granddad."

Susan felt herself pulled tighter into her Grandfather's embrace and his
large mouth cover hers. She closed her eyes and melted into his strong,
passionate kiss.

Grandfather parted his lips slightly and toyed at Susan's lips with his wet
tongue.

Susan returned his kiss and opened her mouth to allow his tongue to probe
deeply into her moist mouth, using her own tongue to feel his and enjoying
the sensation of being probed in this way and she realised that Granddad
must have removed his false teeth after breakfast, as she could only feel
his hard but toothless gums with the pink tip of her tongue.

Grandfather's saliva was mixing with Susan's as they kissed, almost oozing
from the old man's mouth, and Susan greedily accepted it, swallowing his
spittle and sucking on the fat probing tongue that almost filled her mouth.

If this was what snogging was, Susan thought, then was going to enjoy it

Granddad was passionate with his kisses and his breathing was becoming
heavy. Susan returned the passion and placed her hands around her
Grandfather's strong, hairy neck and fondled the skin at his nape. As she
allowed her Grandfather to probe and force his tongue into her mouth, Susan
became aware of something hard rubbing against her tummy. She felt a need
to rub against it and as she did so, she realised that their embrace was
giving the old man a hard on!

Granddad felt Susan pressing against his rigid cock and pulled away from
Susan's beckoning, moist mouth. "That' enough now," he said smiling,
"You're letting me get carried away, you sexy little bitch. You can take
care of that," he said, nodding down to indicate his erect, but unseen
penis, "Later tonight!"

Grandfather gave Susan another short, but tongue-probing kiss, patted
Susan's pantied bottom, saying, "You really are one hell of a sexy bitch,"
and left the kitchen.

Susan stood there breathless and as if almost dazed as she watched her
Grandfather leave, but then smoothed down her skirt to cover her stocking
tops, as it had ridden up during snogging with her Grandfather, and turning
on her dainty, high heels, crossed the kitchen to resume washing the
dishes.

After finishing the washing up and putting the dishes away, Susan checked
her face in the mirror in the hallway and saw that all her lipstick had
been kissed away and that her makeup needed renewing, so she returned to
her room and re-applied it, then carefully painted her nails with a bright
red nail varnish, as Grandfather had insisted.

As she brushed her long, blonde hair, Susan pondered about her new life as
a girl and thought of how much she enjoyed being kissed by her men-folk,
and realised that she was enjoying every minute of it, when she again
noticed the jewellery box on the dressing table.

Opening the large, ornate jewellery box, Susan was delighted to find gold
and silver necklaces, all types of pearl jewellery, a vast assortment of
beautiful diamond, emerald and others with every type precious stone, plain
gold and silver rings and hundreds of pairs of earrings. There were also
half a dozen lovely, delicate wristwatches and lots of bangles and hair
slides and fancy hair clips. In fact, she realised, there was everything a
young woman could possibly need and once again felt grateful for her
Grandfather's selections and thoughtfulness.

Susan eventually selected a delicate gold chain that had a small, gold
heart-shaped locket pendant and placed it around her neck. Then she picked
out several beautiful, thin rings and placed them on her slim fingers and
tried to decide what earrings she should wear. Something not too showy, she
thought, but some pretty ones, which would simply accentuate her
femininity.

She selected a pair of small pearl clip-on earrings and admired herself in
the mirror then took a small, gold wristwatch and fastened the thin clasp
to her wrist and checked the time.

"Well," she said to herself, "A girl can't sit around preening herself all
day when there's her men's house to look after." Susan blew herself a kiss
at her own reflection in the mirror then walked proudly from the bedroom to
explore her new home.

Susan went from room to room upstairs in the large, rambling house, noting
that the bedrooms were kept quite tidy as indeed most of the house seemed
to be. She noted that some rooms were locked but those obviously didn't
concern her so simply carried on her exploration. She couldn't work out
whose bedrooms were whose, except for Grandfather's, which was obviously
his as there was a photograph of her Grandmother on his desk.

Susan's uncle's rooms were all different and showed diverse tastes in style
and decoration. One, she couldn't guess whose it was, was decorated in
black and silver, though not too harshly, and had the expanses of walls
broken by large posters of semi-nude Biker Babes sat astride "Harley
Davidson's" in various poses.

Another room had its walls almost covered by posters of luscious-lipped
women with lighted cigarettes dangling from their overly lipsticked
mouths. So this room, she thought, must be either Uncle Jack's or Uncle
Ben's room. Looking at the posters, Susan realised that she would like to
try another cigarette so she left this Uncle's room and went downstairs to
the kitchen where her cigarettes were left on the kitchen table.

Susan really enjoyed the thrill of simply walking around in her very own
high heels and loved the sound of the heels clattering on the hard floors
as she took dainty, small steps. She negotiated the broad staircase easily,
and then confidently strode through the house and along the hallway to the
kitchen.

On entering the kitchen she went straight over and took the packet of
cigarettes from the table. She opened the packet and took one out. With
mounting excitement, Susan lit it with a slim, Ladies lighter, which she
presumed must have been left for her, and look a long, sensuous drag.

As she smoked, Susan looked at her small, dainty, outstretched fingers
holding the cigarette and admired the contrast of the pure white of the
cigarette against the bright, glossy red of her nails. She took another
deep drag on the cigarette and felt wonderful; blowing the delicate, blue
smoke in a fine-plumed exhale and admiring the stain of her lipstick which
coated the filter tip of her cigarette. Susan decided then and there that
whenever she had the chance, she would smoke the lovely cigarettes, and
realised also that she was going to enjoy pampering to Uncle Ben's and
Uncle Jack's fantasies by trying to look and act just as sexy and erotic as
the models on the posters. Perhaps, she thought, they simply like to watch
and admire a girl smoking for them and then play with themselves when they
went to bed. Well, she decided, it's only harmless fun, and in any case,
she really was enjoying smoking herself, so taking a deep, feminine drag on
her cigarette, she walked from the kitchen, teetering on her lovely high
heels, to find a broom cupboard or somewhere else that the things she would
need would be kept.

Susan quickly found the vacuum cleaner and some dusters and tins of
furniture polish in a small room along the hallway. She started to clean
the house as she had been told, though it took some time for her ankles to
get used to the very high heels which she wore, though enjoyed the feeling
of being very vulnerable in them, as she thought that she obviously could
never run away whilst wearing then, but then almost immediately realised
that she never wanted to run away.

She laughed and sang along to the radio as she dusted first one room then
another, and flitted about the house polishing the furniture as well as she
could, occasionally going through to the kitchen to get cigarettes, then
smoking them whilst taking a breather sat in one of the comfortable arm
chairs.

Susan had been cleaning the house for several hours, and was taking a rest
smoking her cigarette in the drawing room when she looked at her watch and
saw that it was just past twelve o'clock, so, taking a last, deep,
relaxing, drag, stubbed her cigarette out in the crystal ashtray and went
through to the kitchen to start preparing lunch for her men.

Just before one o'clock Susan's Uncles started to arrive back from their
work around the farm. She heard their laughter and spirited chatting as
they removed their boots and Wellingtons then go upstairs, she hoped, to
wash before lunch.

Susan had butterflies dancing in her stomach as she heard the sound of the
men coming into the house and hoped that the meal she had prepared for them
would be satisfactory. She quickly left the pans on the cooker and went
into the hall to check that her hair and makeup was perfect and then
smoothed down her short skirt and then went back to the kitchen.

She started placing the dinner plates and tureens onto the lacy, white
tablecloth that she had found in a drawer and laid on the large kitchen
table, hoping that it looked nice and inviting for Grandfather and her
Uncles.

Soon the men started to appear in the kitchen, each one greeting her
pleasantly and, before taking their seats, giving her a sweet peck on the
cheek or lips.