Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 10:04:55 +1000
From: andrew crook <accrook@bigpond.com>
Subject: Cathy - Part 2 / TG young people

Cathy. (Chp 2)
By Ms Nicole Smith

If you are NOT 18 or older, please
Get lost and visit another web page.

It's not easy trying to write a character with a voice
impediment, especially with the spell checker red lining
numerous the spelling errors. So at times you may have to read
a sentence twice or read it out aloud to make more sense
of it. - I apologize most profusely for the frustration.

THIS story is a complete work of fiction.
And because it's about a young boy it WON'T
have any NASTY sex in it - Sorry!

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Hello again, everyone.

Although my eldest sister Annette turns 18 tomorrow, mummy had arranged for
a small celebration a day earlier, because Annette had already planned on
going out to celebrate with her friends tomorrow, so mummy had us all up
very early today to get the house ready for tonight.

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And we had a lovely small party that evening, with Annette getting presents
from all of us.

So we had all decided to finally call it an evening, when mummy asked us to
be quiet for a moment and then told us, that there was going to be a family
meeting tomorrow night, concerning the next stage of my life and she needed
to have suggestions from all my sisters, because I would be turning 10 very
shortly and was getting closer to puberty (whatever the hell that was) and
whether they would agree with her thinking on what should happen to me
next.

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Amanda and I had just finished packing the dishwasher up with the dirty
plates from dinner that evening, when mummy called everyone into the lounge
room for the family meeting. As we seated ourselves around the room, mummy
asked me to go upstairs and get undressed and then come back downstairs in
only a brunch coat.

"Don't worry about putting on any underwear," mummy told me. "Just put on a
brunch coat and come back downstairs and join us."

"Yesth mummy" I said and started to head upstairs to my bedroom to get
changed.

As I walked away I heard my mummy telling my sisters that the doctor was
very pleased with how everything was proceeding, but had told her that I
was on the highest levels of hormones my body could possibly handle at this
stage of my life. But I don't know she said to my sisters. Cathy actually
spoke to me the other day without her lisp I heard mummy say. I didn't hear
anymore as I'd started up the stairs.

I entered my room and began to get undressed, before reaching into my
wardrobe and pulling out a lovely bright red satin peignoir nightie set
with a top that had ties at the neck and a sash around the middle. Slipping
it on, I tied the sash around my tummy before going back down stairs.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I paused for a moment as I heard my
mother and Annette having a loud exchange of words. "Doesn't he get a
chance to find out about maleness" I heard Annette say to mummy. To which
mummy replied and said, did she remember the first few years before the
decision was made to try the hormones? The temper tantrums she reminded
Annette and what about how Amanda's face looked after I'd been punched, and
what about all endless fights and screaming. Puberty's going to be
affecting her in god knows what ways that we can't even begin to
imagine. The surgery's the only kind way to go. The hormones she's taken
for the past 3 years have completely destroyed the sexual organs so there's
nothing from a male perspective to even consider I heard Mummy say and in a
more reasonable tone of voice then asked Annette couldn't she understand
and see that too?

There was a complete and sudden silence when I walked back into the lounge
room and I could see that everyone was looking at me with a feeling of
concern and interest on their faces. "Cathy, come over and sit next to me
honey" Annette said, as she made space for me on the 2 seat sofa she was
sitting on, so I turned towards her and sat myself down being careful to
smooth my coat around me as I sat.

She leaned over and gave me a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "We've just been
talking about you little sister and aren't you just the cutest little angel
in that red top" she gushed. I'm certain my face started to blush as red as
my coat as I tried to hide my body in on itself in shyness at her words.

"Cathy" mummy said. "Dr Joan had a long talk to me last Thursday, after she
sent you out for some blood tests. All the tests have come back showing
that your medications are helping you to an enormous degree. She wants you
to have the surgery to correct your body sometime next year Cath." Mummy
was smiling when she said this and I simply smiled and nodded back at her.

"What thurgery dosth sthee want to do thith time mummy" I gently and
lispingly replied.

I'd had several surgeries which had begun shortly after my 6th birthday
debacle, when my best friend Colin had suddenly and for no reason punched
me in the face and started calling me names. The last major one, about 8
months ago had left my throat very tight, sore and unable to speak for
several days. When I finally could speak in an audible volume, it was in a
much higher pitch and I couldn't seem to pronounce my words properly as I
seemed to lisp every second word most of the time.

Mum and my sisters were absolutely thrilled with the result of the surgery
and for a little while they all made playful, gentle fun of my impediment,
but they all told me that my lisp really sounded very nice and made me
sound sweet and cute and suited me perfectly.

After about 2 weeks, even I didn't think twice about my speech and started
to speak naturally with a high pitched feminine lisp, as if it was the most
normal thing for me to do. As a reward for the pain I had been through that
time, mummy had taken me out and had my lips injected with collagen to make
them more full and lush and my ears pierced so I could wear dangly
earrings.

"Mummy" I said, ever so gently. "Will it hurt like lasth time?" to which
mummy smiled back at me kindly and suggested that we all play a game of
"nymphs" and she started to get undressed. I glanced around the room to
find my sisters all standing up and taking their clothes off, so I joined
in the game.

"Cathy, come over here for a moment," mummy said, which I quickly complied
with. "You see honey.....MOST girls are fortunately born without the need
for further surgery. They can grow breasts naturally, they have periods and
can have babies and so they don't have the problems that you're having,
like when you have to go to the toilet. You're just the unlucky one in ten
million girl, who needs some surgery to get rid of that bit of hanging
flesh down there and give you a healthy vagina like mine and all your
sisters" she said as she gentle took a hold of my penis.

Annette had walked over, leaned down next to me and gently took my hand and
put it on her breasts and then placed it between her legs.

"Cathy" Annette said. "Just imagine sis. You'll look just like I do down
there, be able to wear skimpy bikini bathing suit bottoms, not have to
worry about bumping into things, and hurting yourself down there. Look at
all of us down there. Wouldn't you like to look like that too?" she asked
reasonably.

"Doesth that mean I'll look like all of you down there and gwow hair there
ath well" I shyly asked her, a trace of hopefulness in my voice. Annette
reached over and lovingly hugged me tightly rocking me from side to side at
the same time.

"It sure does little sister. And you'll never have to worry about that ugly
bit of growth you've got down there, ever, ever again." Amanda cried out
and jumped out of her chair and came over and hugged me as well.

"And Cathy, this should also help you as your breasts start to grow," Maree
said as she and mummy also gathered around me to show encouragement and
enthusiasm.

"Mummy, when can thith all be done" I asked hopefully. "Can it be thoon?"

Mummy sat back on the lounge chair and smiled at me so tenderly. "Well
Cathy. Dr Joan has booked you into the hospital in Colorado in America for
Xmas next year, and with luck she may be able to get this date moved
forward if there are some cancellations. In the mean time, she wants to
book you in for some breast augmentation at Xmas time or early in the New
Year. She also wants to talk to both of us about whether you might like to
have a more rounded and pronounced bottom or not. If we're going to make
your breasts bigger we should also look at increasing your bottom as well"
she said.

"look at the time" mummy said. "Its way past your bed time young lady"

"But mummy, I'm to exthited to thleep" I said. To which she laughed and
told me to go to bed young lady and that she'd have a surprise for me in
the morning.

Next morning I was woken up by mummy whispering into my ear telling me it
was time to wake up. I looked up and saw through blurry eyes, mummy looking
down at me with a kind look on her face.

"You can have today off from lessons" mummy told me. "We're going to be
doing some special exercises this morning and then why don't we go down to
the park" mummy asked me.

"That thounds niceth" I sleepily said, as I started to get out of bed. I
looked at the clock on the bedside table and was shocked to see it said
9.30am. "Mummy, look at the time" I said. She smiled at me and gently told
me to relax and reminded me she'd already said there were no classes today
and that she'd be back in ten minutes with my usual morning douche.

I lifted my nightie up as I sat down on the toilet seat, suddenly recalling
last night and that in time, I wouldn't have the deformity I had between my
legs that I had at the moment, and went through the routine of wiping
myself afterwards so mindlessly, I simply didn't give it a thought.

Somehow, I managed to get through my morning enema, although still not yet
use to the larger bag that mummy was using on me now, before having my
shower and heading back into the bedroom to get dressed.

But this morning my usual routine must have been going to change. Mummy was
sitting on the chair at my vanity table and there were no clothes laid out
on my bed for me to wear. She must have seen the confusion on my face,
because she asked me to sit down so she could talk to me, before I got
dressed.

"Cathy. The surgery that you need and we talked about last night will mean
that you have to do some preparatory work to yourself so that when the
surgery is all done, that you won't have to worry about doing any
strengthen exercises for your genital area and ensure that your anal area
is also strengthened to ensure that your bottom doesn't sag in any way. Dr
Joan suggested we try teaching you to walk in heels, which should
strengthen your calves and bottom muscles but also suggested some other
ideas as well. So will you please lie down on the bed on your tummy for me
please sweetie?"

"Now I want you to relax your body completely for me because I need to give
you a bit of a massage," mummy said as she started kneading the claves on
my legs.  As she worked, she worked her hands up my body until they were
kneading the cheeks of my bottom and then she started to softly knead the
insides of my thighs. As my body started to sag into the bed, mummy stopped
and reached across to my vanity table. I tried to turn around to watch and
spied her putting on a pair of gloves and she then proceeded to open a tube
and squeeze something onto her fingers. "This shouldn't hurt you, but it
may be a surprise to you, so try to relax because I need to inspect your
bottom, alright Cathy?"

She then proceeded to part my anal cheeks with one hand before taking the
other and probing my entrance with two well lubed fingers, gently but
firmly pressing against the opening until my anus opened up to allow her to
slide two of her insistent fingers inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion,
but was not overly uncomfortable, as my morning douches had gotten me use
to having something inserted into my bottom. She allowed me to relax and
get use to the intrusion before she started sawing her fingers back and
forth inside of me slowly stretching me and having me get used to the
fingers.

What ever she was trying to do to me, the effect may or may not have made
me start to involuntarily push back against her fingers, and my pushing
back may have been what she was looking for, as she quietly encourage me,
as she slipped in another finger and then a fourth finger, all the while
pushing down on my anus, while my body was trying to push back against her
hand.

She then stopped the thrusting and removed her fingers from my anus quite
suddenly, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness down there. She then took
a small hand towel and proceeded to wipe off all the lube like substance
she had used in the first place.

"Now I'm going to push something up inside of you. It may cause you a bit
of discomfort at the start, but it's important that you try to ensure that
you clench your bottom and hold it in once I've pushed it inside of you,"
mummy told me, before reaching over to the vanity again and picking up a
small box and bring it up behind me out of my sight. "Now I want you to
think you're on the toilet and try to squeeze out a big poo for me and push
outwards, NOW."

As I strained and tried to push outwards, I felt something hard and firm
pushing back in against my opening. It was starting to hurt me and I was
panting and crying out that it was hurting me and was too big, when mummy
put a hand firmly on my lower spine and pushed downward on me with all her
strength. I let out a loud gasp and I felt the object suddenly pop itself
way up inside of me and then I felt my bottom begin to close up and
relax. But it couldn't close entirely and I was lying there, whimpering in
a high pitched voice, partly in shock, wondering what it was that my mummy
had pushed up into me.

"Thanks for your assistance Ann. If you hadn't put your hand on mine and
pushed I may have never had had the hand strength to do it" my mother said
as I heard my eldest sister Annette, acknowledge my mother. "Now let's get
her standing up and then get her to lie on her back." And with that they
helped me to stand up, take a few short steps before turning me around and
getting me back onto the bed, but this time lying on my back.

"That was very brave of you Cathy. Now that the worst part is over, you'll
find that in about 10 or so minutes, your bottom will start to stretch and
accommodate the plug. Trust your mummy on that, because Dr Joan told me
that that is what would happen. And now for the next part of your body's
preparation today. But don't worry Cathy, THIS time I PROMISE YOU, it won't
hurt at all. Annette, be a doll and get that other box over on the vanity
and pass it over please, to which Annette walked over to my vanity and
picked up a small pink box and removed the lid, before handing it over to
mummy.

"What size are these?" Annette asked mummy. "They look like B's."

"They are" replied mummy. "Do you want to put them on her, although lord
knows YOU'VE never had a need to have a use for these, have you?" chuckled
mummy.

"Nope, the apple doesn't fall far form the trees when it comes to boobs,
does it" replied Annette, who on inquiring as to how long the glue solvent
would last, carefully brushed some onto my chest area before gently
pressing down a warm jelly like mould, but a bit firmer then jelly onto the
left side of my chest, before repeating it on the other side. On mummy's
advice Annette then carefully placed a hand on each mould and pressed
firmly down on them for about a minute. "Well Cathy, you've just been given
a pair of falsies, kid," Annette informed me.

"Okay Cathy" I heard my mummy say to me. "Now we're going to help you up
off the bed, but your body's going to feel confused. You're going to feel
some weights on your chest and offsetting those is the plug that you've got
in your bottom, so let's take it easy getting up," and with that they
helped me off the bed and made me stand still. "Now walk towards the door
and back for us please Cathy" mummy instructed me.

I could feel the funny weight on my chest and as I start for the door,
swaying a bit from side to side found I couldn't walk a straight
line. Mummy suggested I try it again and I did so several times, before
finally getting the hang of the weights moving around on my chest as I took
each step. Eventually I was walking confidently in a straight line. Annette
remarked to mummy that I wouldn't possibly be able to handle heels today,
to which mummy said that it was only mid morning and we had the whole day
to train her, before saying it was time to try the corset on me, as I
looked at her in a puzzled way.

"Why don't we all stop for a breather" mummy suggested and sat down on the
chair at the vanity. Annette stood over near the door and I began to sit
down on the bed, before suddenly bolting upright as my weight started to
sink into the bed.  "You'll have to get use to the plug eventually Cathy,"
mummy told me. "The only time it's ever going to be out of you is when you
have your douche each morning. Just relax slowly when you sit and NEVER try
to sit down in a hurry. After a while it'll be like second nature to you
and you won't even realise it's inside of you" mummy told me.

"Oh come on mum. Something that big is unnatural" remarked
Annette. "Someone as delicate and small as Cathy can't possibly ever get
use to something that big inside of her,"

"You don't know what you're talking about Annette" retorted mummy. "Your
father, may he rest in peace, was as big as that plug is and used to roger
my bottom on a regular basis, she laughed. And do you know what. Sometimes
I use to get so horny when I was pregnant with each of you, I used to beg
him to wop it up my arse" recalled mummy.

"Mum, I really didn't need to know that bit of information" groaned
Annette. To which mum advised her that once she got married, she'd better
get use to the idea of anal sex, because after blow jobs, most husbands
wanted to screw there wives up the arse at least every so often, especially
if it was that time of the month when they wanted sex and if you don't like
giving head you'd better get use to the idea. "Oh thanks for THAT reality
report mum" Annette said before walking over to hold me and rub my back for
me.

"Cathy, will you come to my bedroom so Annette and I can help you try on
your very first corset that I brought especially for you." I headed for the
door following Annette out and down the hall to mummy's bedroom. As I
entered the room, mummy was walking out of her wardrobe carrying a box with
her before placing it down on the bed. "Annette, will you do the honors
please" and Annette walked over and opened the lid of the box and lifted
the paper tissue out onto the bed. What I saw as Annette took out the
garment, was a beautiful teal blue fabric that seem to have laces down one
side and hooks down the other.

"Oh Mum," breathed Annette. "It's beautiful, O M G, it's absolutely
gorgeous.  But where did you get it from she squealed excitedly."

"Dr Joan recommended a place just off Oxford St" she replied. "She told me
they'd have sizes that would be small enough to fit Cathy. This one's a
size 4 and Cathy's measurements are actually a size 8, before we added on
the breast inserts." I think I'd better explain how this one is worn to
Cathy, judging by the look on her face" remarked mummy. She went on to
explain to me what a corset was and what it did, but in particular why THIS
model was so special and why I had to learn to wear it, along with some
others she'd purchased, almost every day from now on.

"Now first thing for you to do Cathy, is to put on the matching satin panty
before you try to on the corset" said mummy. "Now, step into the corset,
take a deep breath and pull it up your body as far as you can. Annette will
help you fit into it" advised Mummy. And with that, Annette took the
garment and knelt down before me and helped me step into it, before
allowing me to slide it up my body. I managed to get it up but I found that
I couldn't get it past the jelly things Annette had stuck to my chest, to
which Annette firmly told me to take a really deep breath and hold it and
tug.

I still couldn't get it any further up my body, so Annette said for me to
take one more deep breath, where upon she grabbed a hold of the sides of
the corset and pulled them up and over my falsies, before loudly
proclaiming, "It's well and truly on her now, Mum. Do we tie up the lacing
now?" I was now standing upright. The corset itself felt very constricting
and I couldn't really move in it and said so out loud.

"If you think its tight now, wait until we've tightened the lacing up at
the back, young lady" pronounced mummy. She then spoke to Annette, telling
her that the lady at the store had advised her to make sure her breasts
were positioned comfortably before starting to tighten the lacing. "Cathy,
I want you to hang on tight to the bedpost, because we're going to tug and
tighten the lacing up at the back of you. Annette, you grab the metal hook
tag and as I tighten a set of laces, place the metal hook into the next set
of laces down and while I pull them tight you then take the strain up and
maintain the tension and so forth until we have all the laces tighten up to
the bottom. Cathy, take a deep breath and try and hold it for as long as
possibly can. GO."

The effort required to tighten the corset, had me losing my grip several
times as I desperately tried to hang onto the bed post. At various times,
either Annette or mummy would shout at me to take a deep breath, as they
tugged the laces tight at the back. There was a lot of joking between the
pair of them as they proceeded to tighten the lacing until at last they
announced that they had finished. The garment was so tight on me that I
couldn't do anything but stand stiffly erect, swaying from faintness and
lack of breath. Mummy and Annette were holding me up quietly encouraging me
to relax and breathe as normally as possible.

They then discussed my bottom and how the corset narrowed my waist but that
my bum didn't really have any shape at the moment. Mummy said that Dr Joan
would be able to help there when the time came. "Annette, if you look in
the box you should find some padded forms to fit into the bottom of the
corset to puff her butt out. Yes, that's them. Simply slide them into the
pouches at the bottom of the corset, yes like that. Now let's see how she
looks in the mirror."

The two of them led me over to the mirror and surveyed their
handiwork. They made me stand facing away from the mirror, then either side
of them, then facing back towards the mirror, remarking how simply amazing
my waist looked and the breast inserts will look a treat once I have a
dress on. "If you think she's slim now, wait until we learn how to tighten
it up properly. There's still a lot of corset to tighten to get it closed
up completely" mummy remarked to Annette. "And according to the lady at the
shop, we might even be able to eventually fit Cathy into an even smaller
corset. Image what she'd look like then?"

"Next are the stockings" declared mummy. "We'll have to use the chair for
that Annette and help her to sit down, so we can put them on her. I'm
blessed if I know how a woman would be able to get dressed in a corset all
by herself" declared mummy and I heard Annette agree with her on that.

And with that they slowly guided me towards the chair in mummy's bedroom
and decided to put a pillow onto it before carefully easing me down onto
the chair. I was worried that with the plug that they had put inside of me,
that I wouldn't be able to sit down, and the fitting of the corset
definitely had exhausted my stamina. However, between the pillow and the
gentle lowering of my body, I actually felt quite comfortable in the chair,
as I watched mummy ease on pair of sheer silk stockings up my legs and
fasten them to the suspender clips attached to the corset.

"You really do look quite lovely in that color" mummy told me. "Now
Annette, how about we go down stairs for morning tea, and then we'll come
back up and find a dress for Cathy to wear to the park today." "Come along
Cathy, and you'd better bring your pillow with you" mummy light heartedly
remarked. Annette reminded mummy that the floor downstairs was timber and
that stockings and timber equaled snags and runs.

"Oh yes. How silly of me, I almost forgot about it. Mummy said, looking
directly at me. Cathy, it's important that you know how to walk in heels
because large high heels will tighten up your bottom when you walk and
strengthen your calves. We'll start you out with a pair of training
heels. They're 3 inches high and you can potter about in them this morning,
but I'm hoping to try you out on some special 5 inch heels when we go out
this afternoon. And with that she handed the pair to me and suggested we
wait until I was downstairs before trying them on.

So I followed Annette and mummy downstairs to the kitchen and having placed
the pillow on the kitchen chair, grabbed a hold of the table and slowly
eased myself down gingerly onto the chair. Mummy watched my antics with an
amused look and a shake of her head, reminding me aloud that, I needed to
learn how to sit as a lady if I wanted to be accepted as one. Annette knelt
down beside my chair and began to put my heels on me, before suggesting she
help me to stand up and give them a test run.

I took her hand and used her strength to ease me up from the table. I
seemed to wobble a bit, but with her quiet encouragement started to move
away from the table. "Little steps dear," encouraged Annette. "Just take
little steps for the moment and we'll get bigger later on." I moved about
awkwardly at first, arms out trying to steady myself like a circus high
wire performer, but started to gather speed and found my feet starting to
find a gait that I was able to use that propelled me along with the noisy
clack, clack, clack that I could recognize as heels on timber. But I was
still unable to turn around without help so I started to try to walk about
the kitchen in small circles and spent the time mastering my walk while
they had morning tea, amusedly watched by mummy.

With morning tea finished, mummy turned to Annette and decided aloud, that
perhaps Maree or Amanda may have an old dress that we could try on me to
see if it fit. "Mum don't you think that with the corset actually reducing
her body size, wouldn't she be able to wear one of her own dresses"
remarked Annette.

Mum looked at me with a smirk on her face, before looking at my false
bosoms and saying that while my body may have been slightly reduced in
size, certain parts of me had blossomed to new proportions and headed for
Maree's closet in search of that elusive dress, first.

She searched through the wardrobe, picking out one and putting it up
against me before discarding it as to long, to big, or simply the wrong
shade of colour. Then it was off to Amanda's wardrobe to try and find the
right dress for the occasion. "This one might do the trick" she announced
pulling out a hanger and on it was a pretty aqua blue dress that Amanda use
to wear but had grown out of it. "Let's go back to my bedroom and try it
out for size princess" said mummy and led the way.

In her bedroom, mummy then ordered me to put my arms up in the air and
proceeded to put the dress on over my head and ease it down onto my
body. "The length's not to bad, her bust shows out quite well. The dress
does seem a bit big around her waist," remarked mummy, "but if I put a gold
chain around it, that may help." So we raced over to the wardrobe and
rummaged around in her jewelry box and fished out 2 necklace type chains
and brought them across and held each against my waist, before deciding on
the silver one.

Annette looked at my ensemble and also thought the chain would cover the
slightly large waist of the dress and remarked that all I needed now was to
style my hair, a pair of drop earrings and a bit of make up and I'd be
ready for my own coronation.

"Hair first decreed mummy," and grabbed the pillow and eased me down onto
the chair which she had strategically moved away from the vanity mirror,
before she started to brush and primp my hair using a bit of hair spray and
a few hair pins, until she turned me round to ask for Annette's opinion who
thought it was just right. Then mummy placed a towel over the front of my
dress, and proceeded to start on my face. She started with liquid bases,
then powder blushes, highlighting the eyes and carefully touching my lips
up, when about 20 minutes later she turned the chair towards Annette for
her comments, who looked back in horror.

"Mum, she's supposed to only be 9 years old, Annette protested
aloud. You've made her up to look like she's 16 and entering a beauty
pageant for goodness sakes! It's too much, take it off and let's keep her
young and simple."

Annette's reaction woke me up from my daze and I squealed out that I wanted
to see how I look, to which mummy picked up the mirror and placed it so I
could see my appearance. I looked at the reflection with my mouth wide open
and staring at the face looking back at me. The heavily accented eyes, the
2 tone lips, the liquid base which made my skin look blemish free and
glowing. Mummy attached a necklace and matching earrings slid into my
pierced holes and looking back at me was a young blonde looking Elizabeth
Taylor.

"Mummy, I love it. Can I practice some more in my shoes, before we go out
to the park", and started to get up and fidget in excitement. Annette
simply shook her head and protested that it didn't look right and that I
was only a 9 year old.

But mommy knew that it looked good and I knew it too as I looked up,
startled by the flash in front of my eyes from the camera mummy was
holding. I only hoped that I could wear those 5 inch high heels today that
she'd let me see earlier on, which she said that I'd eventually have to be
able to wear if only to tighten my calves!