HIS GIRL
by webb025@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the
legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male
sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.
It's funny how little differences can become big ones. My identical
twin brother Jason is just a few minutes older than I am, yet I
look up to him as if we were years apart. He thinks things through
more clearly, while I tend to be more emotional.
Physically, there's not much to tell us apart. We're both 6'5",
with blond hair and green eyes. We both keep our hair long, with
a kind of retro bowl cut just above the eyes. We're seniors in
high school, and pretty much the stars of our football team. I'm
a wide receiver, Jason is a running back, and between us we do
most of the scoring for the team. Our prettyboy quarterback just
has to throw or hand off the ball to one of us, and something
good will usually happen. Since we do sports year round, we are
always working out, and have great builds that we take care of
with great care and lots of hard work. We also dress somewhat
alike, not intentionally really, it just works out that way.
Oh, we also have a brother Billy, two years younger than us, but
we don't really have much to do with him. He was adopted soon
after he was born, and grew to be about 5'8" tall and on the
scrawny side. He's got straight black hair that tends to hang
over his eyes. Our dad, who's big like us, was kind of
disappointed in how Billy turned out physically, and over the
years spent a lot more time with us than with Billy, playing
ball, watching sports on TV, and attending our Little League
and football games. Mom tried to spend some time encouraging
Billy, but he grew up mostly apart from family activities, which
revolved around Jason and me. And while we twins always shared a
room since we were little, and it seems totally natural to us
even though we're almost eighteen, Billy has always had his own
room.
Billy is the total nerd type, and spends most of his spare time
alone in his room. He has his own computer, and the floor is
covered with all kinds of electronic stuff, and cables and tools
and things. Whenever his door is open, it seems he's reading
things on the Internet. At school, he runs with a totally
different crowd, and at home he helps the family out with
everything technical. Right now, he's setting up a new family
computer in the den. When Jason and I came in after practice and
saw him crawling around behind the machine, Jason poked his head
in and joked, "Billy, you really need to get out and get a
girlfriend." I suppressed a laugh. We both figure Billy for gay,
and there's no need to be mean. But Billy just looked up for a
moment, smiled, and said, "Yeah, I know, I'm working on it."
And we went on to our room.
****************
It's Saturday, and Jason and I are still a bit sore from
yesterday evening's successful football game. Billy has told us
he's just about done setting up the new computer. It has some
special new multimedia equipment attached to it, and he wants
each of us to spend a few minutes trying it out. Mom and Dad
will do it this morning, and Jason and I will try it this
afternoon. When I passed the den, I saw Dad with a headset
on. I couldn't tell from his _expression whether he was enjoying
the experience. In fact, his face didn't seem to have much of
an _expression at all.
I had just came back from visiting a friend. As I entered our
room, Jason looked up and told me that it was my turn to try
out the new computer's multimedia experience. "It's incredible,
man. It hits all the senses at once. You gotta try it!" I went
to the den, where Billy was expecting me. He handed me the
headset as I sat down. "Just relax and enjoy," he said. I put
it on and waited for the program to start. I couldn't hear
anything at first, then there was a sound that seemed to be
nowhere and everywhere at once. I don't remember much about it,
but it seemed like a minute later that Billy was taking off the
headset and telling me I was done. I went back to my room, where
I discovered to my total shock that nearly three hours had gone
by since I had put on the headset.
****************
Now it's Saturday evening. Jason and I were hanging around our
room waiting for Mom to call us for dinner, when Billy barged
in. This was really weird because he almost never comes into our
room for any reason. He then said something strange: "All of you
have spent a few hours on the machine, and the tests seem
successful. So now, down to the deepest recesses of your minds,
you should believe that everything I tell you is the absolute,
indisputable truth." And the thought that immediately sprang to
mind was, Of course! Everything Billy says is ALWAYS true! That's
completely obvious! Why is he even bothering to say that?
He walked over to my twin. "Jason, remember when you made fun of
me yesterday? About not having a girlfriend? Well, that was
pretty disrespectful, don't you think?" A troubled _expression
came over Jason, and he said, "Disrespectful... yes..."
Billy continued. "And you should be punished for that, right?
In fact, you NEED to be punished for that." And Jason, taking
in this information, looked fully convinced. "Yes, I really
need to be punished."
Billy called down the hall. "Dad! You need to come in here right
away!" And immediately I heard Dad's loud footsteps approaching
down the hall. But when he arrived at our door, I couldn't
believe what I saw. He came in completely naked! I don't think
I had ever seen him naked before in my life, and yet he seemed
completely unaware and unconcerned about it. He's a really big
guy, both wider and taller than us twins, and we're pretty big.
My eyes couldn't help drifting down to his private parts. His
soft cock seemed bigger than mine is soft. I couldn't help but
wonder what it would look like hard.
As soon Dad walked in, Billy said, "Dad, Jason was very
disrespectful of me and needs to be punished. You should be
angry." And immediately, rage showed on Dad's face. And of
course Billy was right; Dad SHOULD be angry! Jason looked
ashamed, and even somewhat scared. Dad sat his large frame
down on a chair and said, furiously, "Jason, it's time for
your punishment RIGHT NOW! Lie face down here across my lap."
And Jason, looking frightened, walked over and docilely lay
down on Dad's lap the way he might have when we were four
years old. Even at 6'5", he looked like a little kid lying
there, his ass globes presented for a painful punishment.
Dad began his spanking. And he wasn't holding back; his slap!
slap! slap! were delivered with the full force of his
considerable strength, and it was clear Jason was writhing in
pain. Meanwhile, Billy came over to me and whispered in my ear,
"Don't worry, Tim, I'll protect you. I'm sure you're grateful
for that." And a huge wave of gratitude swept over me that
Billy was willing to protect me from such a nasty punishment.
What a great brother he turned out to be! Who knew!
Finally, Dad finished his spanking of Jason, shoved him off
his lap, and stood up. "Don't ever disrespect your brother
again!" he said sternly and strode out the door, huge semihard
cock flopping around as he walked. Evidently the warmth and
friction had caused him to get a semi while he was spanking
Jason. I could see where Jason and I got our endowments. Billy
went over and stood over Jason, who was lying on the floor
rubbing his very red butt. "You're sorry you insulted me. In
fact, you feel bad about insulting me. You want to make it up
to me, don't you, Jason?" Jason looked pained. "Oh, yes, I
HAVE to make it up to you, Billy. But how can I?"
Billy said, "Just get Brad Jackson over here tomorrow morning."
Brad is the quarterback of our football team. "Tell him you
want him to try out this incredible new multimedia box we just
got installed. You've got to get him here. You'll feel really
guilty until you do." And clearly, from his _expression, Jason
DID feel that way.
Billy came over to me. "Tim, you know you owe me for
protecting you from punishment." Of course I knew that. "So I
want you to do me a favor tomorrow and do some shopping..."
And he explained what he wanted me to buy. I went to my desk
wrote down what he said.
****************
It's Sunday evening. This morning I went on a shopping trip
for Billy. First I went to a costume shop. I explained to the
sales guy that our football team was putting on a comedy skit,
and I needed a girl's cheerleader outfit that would fit me.
He took my measurements, said he would have a real challenge
finding girl's cheerleader shoes that would fit my size 14
feet. But he said if I came back in a couple of hours, he
would have the altered costume and shoes ready for me. After
that, I went to the women's section of a department store to
buy some underthings, and then to the cosmetics counter for
a few items. Then I picked up the costume and went home. As
Billy had instructed, I put everything in our closet.
Later, Billy came into the room with Mom. He told her I needed
help learning how to put on the cosmetics and outfit, so she
spent time showing me how to do it. Once I was all made up and
dressed, Billy told me how he thought I should feel very
natural in the outfit, and right away I knew he was correct:
I felt much more comfortable dressed that way than wearing my
normal clothes. There was a knock on our front door, and Billy
said it would be best for me to change back into my regular
clothes. So although it was a bit uncomfortable, of course I
did what Billy said because he knew what was best.
Jason answered the front door, where find Brad Jackson was
waiting. Brad, our quarterback, is nowhere near as physically
large as Jason and I are -- he is not even six feet tall --
but we call him "prettyboy" because he has boyband-type looks
under an always-perfect head of chestnut-colored hair. The
illusion of delicateness is shattered whenever he takes off
his clothes in the locker room; although he has a naturally
slim build, he spends a lot of time working out. He has a
decent upper body, and also well-muscled legs, since he
makes up in mobility what he lacks in height.
Jason escorted Brad into the den to try out the multimedia
box attached to the computer. Once Billy put the headset on
Brad, Jason left the den and came into our room. He told me
how he felt bad at how he had treated Billy all these years,
which surprised me. I mean, neither of us ever had much to
do with Billy, so what did Jason feel bad about? But it
seemed to make sense to Jason. He said he was really grateful
to Billy for finding a way for him to atone for all those
years.
Later, Billy came into our room with a confused-looking Brad,
who was saying, "You mean Jason was secretly lusting after
our hot bods all these years? That he's really a flaming FAG?
But he never -- I mean he never said anything, or stared, or
anything --"
Billy said, "That's right, he's just REAL good at hiding it.
But he's decided to come out, right, Jase?"
Jason cleared his throat. It was clearly difficult for him
to do what he was about to do, but as he's proved many times
over the years, he has the heart of a champion when he knows
what needs to be done. "Brad, I ... I've always ... wanted ...
all you guys. Whenever I see you guys in the shower, all I
want to do is ... suck all of you off. Especially YOU,
Brad..."
Brad still looked totally confused. Billy said, "Brad, you
must be really mad that Jason has been hiding this all along.
I think he really owes you, don't you?"
Brad's _expression immediately changed from puzzlement to
scorn and anger. "You mean all these years he could have
been serving the team, and he never said anything? STRIP,
faggot!"
Jason couldn't tear his clothes off fast enough. Meanwhile,
Billy was whispering helpful hints to Brad. I couldn't hear
what he was saying, but he seemed to agree with everything
Billy was telling him. And why not? Everything Billy says
is right...
Jason stood there, head hanging, naked and ashamed. Although
he normally towered over Brad, now he seemed smaller, in a
way. And his cock hung there limp, although even in its
shrunken state it seemed really big compared to most guys'.
Brad looked confused at Billy. "I thought he was hot for me.
Why is his cock soft?"
Billy explained, "That's just his great cover-up skills,
RIGHT JASE? If he let his TRUE FEELINGS show, he'd be bigger
than a motherfucker right now." Jason, almost in tears, ran
out of the room and into the den, quickly followed by Billy
and me.
When Billy and I got to the den, Jason was sobbing. "I ...
I can't do this, Billy. I mean, I'm not gay. I really,
really want to be punished for what I've done, but he can
see I'm not attracted to him."
Billy said, "I can help you with that. I'll work on you over
the next few days so you will automatically get hard whenever
it's punishment time. But for now, you'll just have to
secretly jerk yourself hard so he thinks you are into this.
Don't worry, he'll believe me. He has to!"
Jason looked grateful. "Oh, thank you, Billy. I can't tell
you how much I appreciate your help." As he spoke, he rubbed
his cock until it got so big that even his large hand could
barely fit around it. While he was doing this, Billy said,
"By the way, I never really liked being called Billy. From
now on, I'm William, or better yet, Master William. Got that,
both of you?" And right away, I saw him in a whole new light.
Even though he was physically small, he seemed to have grown
in stature, while we lowlife twins were just overgrown lugs
in need of direction.
Master William then told Jason, "OK, Jason, back to helping
your quarterback." We headed back to our room, where Brad saw
Jason was hard. A satisfied look crossed Brad's face. "I see
you're showing your true feelings now, FAG. Get over here on
your knees and undress me NOW!" And Jason crawled over to Brad,
beginning his first punishment of many to come. As he undressed
Brad, for the first time I really noticed Brad's bod. I mean, I
had seen it in the showers all the time, but now with some
whispering from William, I was REALLY noticing all the details.
Where Jase and I have naturally large builds, work out all the
time and so have almost body-builder type muscles, Brad has
more of the toned, swimmer type of build. And William pointed
out that Brad's hard cock, while much thinner than our
embarrassing "war clubs", is almost as long, and looks much
more sleek and agile.
Finally, Brad stood there with his boy-band face and nicely
muscled body fully showing, and grabbed his cock. "OK, fag,
you've wanted this for years, now it's yours. BLOW ME!" And
Jason eagerly grabbed Brad's cock and began gently licking at
it. But it didn't go well at all. Jason had no experience at
his new profession of cocksucking; he moved too slowly,
causing Brad to grab him by the back of the head and changing
the cock sucking into a face fucking. When Brad began pistoning
his cock in and out of Jasons's mouth, he gagged several times
and twice got his teeth into Brad's cock, causing Brad to kick
him away. "What the fuck are you doing! That fucking hurts!
Get the fuck away from me!"
Jason looked panicked and crawled back towards Brad. "Please,
Brad, let me suck you! I want you! I NEED you! Don't push me
away!" But Brad was already starting to put his clothes back on.
William intervened to save the day. "Brad, Jason is just
inexperienced. He really does want to service you, and the
rest of the team. He just needs to learn how, and I know just
how we can do it. Tomorrow..." And William walked out into the
hallway with Brad, explaining his idea, while Jason, sobbing,
lay naked and crestfallen on the floor.
We heard the front door close as Brad left. Then William came
back into our room. "Jason, I fixed it with Brad. You'll start
to get the punishment you desperately need tomorrow. Why don't
you lie down for a while in bed and relax." And Jason did
exactly that.
Meanwhile, William turned to me, "Tim, you should come with me
to my room awhile. Bring all your new clothes with you." I
grabbed the cheerleading outfit and followed William to his
room.
When we got there, William said, "I know you feel much more
natural with your new outfit on than you do wearing your
skanky old BOY's clothes. I think you should change back into
your cheerleader gear." I did, and of course he was right, I
felt MUCH better. While I was doing it, William told me, "I
know that what you saw Jason go through back there in your room
looked painful, but it was really for the better. Jase will feel
much more satisfied in his future life as an object of scorn
and punishment. He doesn't know it yet, but soon he'll get all
the punishment he needs, as I gradually change him into the
football team slut. And when the time comes, he'll also be the
basketball team punishment slave and cockslut, naturally." As
he told me how much better Jason would feel, I felt much better
about the whole situation.
William went on. "For you, though, I have very different plans.
Yesterday, Jason pointed out that I needed female companionship,
and of course he's right. So I've decided to find a girlfriend.
MAKE a girlfriend, actually.
"You know why you feel so good in that girl's cheerleader
outfit?" I didn't. "It's because, deep down, you feel like a
girl. You are really a beautiful, delicate girl born into an
overgrown, overmuscled boy's body. And it's so UNFAIR!" And I
began to realize he was right! I must have always felt like a
girl, and just didn't know it! And now, having this outfit was
making it clear to me!
"I want you to lie down here on my bed while I explain to you
the REAL history of your life..." And I drifted off listening
to William tell me everything that happened...
****************
It's Monday, my first full day in my secret life as a girl.
I've dressed in my normal guy clothes, because I don't want
anyone to know my dreadful secret. My guy clothes feel unusual
and unnatural. I feel like I'm a girl cross-dressing as a guy
and hoping to fool everyone. So far this morning, no one seems
to have noticed. Some things are different, though. I find
myself checking out the guys when they're not looking. And now
it matters to me who's hot and who's not, as I imagine myself
as each one's coy, flirty girlfriend. But no matter how many I
see, none of them seems to measure up to the one guy I'm REALLY
dedicated to.
I see him in the hallway, but I have to try to avoid him so
my oversized clit doesn't get tangled in the panties I'm
wearing under my jeans. He's only a sophomore, so we're not
in any classes together. But I know I'll get to see him at home
later. When I do see him in the hall with his geeky friends, I
can see he is clearly a man among boys. But I'm afraid of what
I'll do if I get too close to him in public. I may not be able
to control myself.
At lunch today, I need to find a girl I can really trust to
help show me how to be the best girl I can be. I need to learn
everything to become more perfectly "girlish" to please him.
I also need a new wardrobe and more makeup lessons, so I can
be the most beautiful girl in his life. Obviously I can't
approach Heather, my old girlfriend up to last week. She
doesn't seem to understand why I don't want her anymore.
I mean, I'm no lesbian! And I just know she's comparing notes
with Lisa, Jason's former girlfriend up to last week. Jason
is still a straight guy, but of course that side of him won't
be allowed to show through until he's through with his
punishment. And that may not happen for years!
****************
It's Monday evening. Football practice went normally. No one
said anything, although Brad was clearly talking down to Jason,
giving orders and insulting him. I guess most of the team
wondered what was going on, but since Jason seemed to take it
all without complaining, they must have just assumed something
happened, and let it slide. I guess a couple of them must have
been curious why Jason seemed not to be able to look any of them
directly in the eye. In the shower, though, I saw Jason checking
out all the guys' packages, not with lust but with dread. He
tried to hide it, but a twin can tell.
After practice, my old friend Melissa took me shopping to all
her favorite places for trendy girls' clothes. Clothes in my
size were impossible to find -- I'm a big girl -- so I had to
leave them to be altered. When I got home, I went to my room to
drop off what I was able to bring back, only to find the room a
bit crowded. There were Jason, William, Brad, and two other guys
from the football team, Rufus and Blake, both bulky linemen.
From their blank expressions, it was clear that Rufus and Blake
had recently been through a session on the multimedia device in
the den. Brad was explaining things to Jason, who was already
naked and on his knees.
"Man, you did such a miserable job yesterday on my cock that I
had to do something. Your little brother here suggested I bring
the guys on the team that are hung the biggest -- besides you
two, of course -- to train you and loosen you up properly, front
and back, for your new job in helping the team. Rufus, strip and
take the front. Blake, you strip and take the rear. Keep pumping
him and don't let him go until he learns to take cock all the
way without gagging, without teeth, and while holding a full
boner of his own. Now get started -- treat him like the piece of
faggot shit he is!" Sure enough, the expressions on Rufus and
Blake's faces hardened into scorn and disgust as they lined up
to administer the first lesson to my kneeling twin. Although I
had never seen them hard in the locker room, it was clear that
Brad had chosen well in selecting these two as Jason's "trainers."
Jason had already frigged himself hard as instructed and braced
to receive the full double manhood of his teammates and former
friends. His throat and asshole were about to be reconfigured
and expanded to help in his new role.
As this began, Master William, leaving Brad in charge of Jason's
training, grabbed my arm and firmly pulled me out of the room,
down the hall, and into his room. I felt a flutter of excitement
as he sat me on his bed, then sat down next to me, and stroked
my hair. "There was no need for you to watch that, baby," he
almost purred. "You're too emotional, and I don't want you hurt.
I want you to be able to focus on becoming my perfect girlfriend.
I want you to be as beautiful as you can make yourself. I know
you can't help checking out other guys -- you're a normal girl
after all -- but I want you to know I'm number one in your life.
You're happiest when you're pleasing me, when you're doing things
for me, and I want you to be happy." What a truly wonderful
boyfriend!
"Also, to make your transition easier, you're not 'Tim' anymore.
That was your name when you thought you were a boy. You'll still
have to use that name at school, where no one must learn your
secret just yet. But your REAL name is Tina. I've already told
Mom and Dad, and I'll tell Jason as soon as he finishes today's
punishment.
"By the way, from now on I expect your room to be kind of busy
most evenings, you know with Jason getting his daily punishment
and all. I think you should move in here with me." I was stunned
and excited. "But... I mean, it's everything I dream of, but...
there's only one bed in here!"
William pulled hard on my hair, forcing my head close to his,
and he hissed in my ear, "Exactly!" And without being touched,
my oversized clit started to grow as he held my head in his
forceful, manly grip. He then easily wrestled me flat onto my
back on his bed, climbed on top, and just... dominated me
completely. Every part of me seemed to melt into him as his
long tongue raped my throat. Any memory I had of being a boy
faded into nothingness, as I realized I must have actually
been a girl all along. When the tongue penetration ended,
William sat on my chest and said, "I can't tell you how much
I've wanted to do that over the years. I'm going to leave my
mark on you and make you completely mine. I know you need me
inside you, don't you?"
As he said that, I could feel a vast emptiness inside me,
desperately longing to be filled by his studly cock. Although
it wasn't too big, it was incredibly beautiful, representing
as it did his total power over my will, as well has his proven
ability to convert our formerly independent-minded teammates
into compliant musclepuppets for his amusement. And nothing
turns on a girl like submitting to a true top. All I could do
was whimper, "Please, make me yours, once you're inside me
I'll be yours forever."
But after one last rough kiss, William rolled off me, saying
"Sorry, baby, you're not ready yet. You're going to have to
earn it before I turn you over and take you. Over the next few
days, you've got to work on transforming every thought, every
move, every desire, into being consistent with your status as
the beautiful girl you are. You can keep your muscles, you'll
need them for football anyway. In fact, even though I know
you'd prefer to be a cheerleader rather than a player, you've
got to fool everyone into thinking you're still a guy, so
you'll need to work out and practice even more now than you
ever did, and perform better on the field. But when you're
with me, you need to be all sweet and feminine. THEN I'll
take total command of your pussy."
Of course I was hugely disappointed, with my emptiness unfilled.
I followed William back to what is now Jason's room. He was
lying dazed on the floor, cum dripping out of his mouth and
out of his asshole, and his own puddled on the floor underneath
him. Master William nudged Jason's head with his foot. Jason
opened his eyes wide.
"So how was your punishment?" asked William. Jason looked up.
"Uhh... painful, humiliating, disgusting. Those guys used to be
my friends, now they just look at me as a cumdump. But I learned
how to serve them, and I feel that some of my life guilt was
washed away."
"Very good," said William. "And you can get rid of the REST of
that terrible guilt if you keep this up for a few more days. Or
weeks. Or maybe years. I'm not sure yet. BUt you should look the
part. Tomorrow you should get your hair cut down to almost
nothing. Cumdumps don't need hair. Meanwhile, say hello to your
new sister, Tina." For the first time, Jason noticed me in my
cheerleader outfit. "Tim discovered he was a girl all this time
and didn't know it. So what do you think of my new girlfriend?
She's beautiful, isn't she?"
And I saw Jason stare at me as if he had never seen me before.
He was really checking me out, and I could tell he thought I
was hot! Since he's a straight guy now forced to avoid most
women, I wasn't surprised to see his hand unconsciously move
towards his crotch. And while I found him somewhat physically
attractive, he is obviously a bottom boy, no match for the
dominant top I need to make me a real woman. William told me,
"Unlike Jason here, I want you to let your hair grow past your
shoulder. I love girls with long hair." I felt a shiver of
excitement run through me.
The future holds such promise. I vow to redouble my efforts
to become William's perfect girl Tina, and leave my false past
as "Tim" far behind.
[More coming if there is popular demand! I think I do know
where I might want to take these characters...]