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Christmas Day brings further complications as Alex becomes more comfortable
in his silks and satins and dresses. Thank you all, as always for your support. I'm thrilled
that people are enjoying the story and the music links.
This is a true story of how my Mom feminized me as a teenager. She had caught me wearing her pantyhose the summer before seventh grade. I got the surprise of my life the first Sunday of junior high, when she bought me pantyhose and started encouraging me to wear them, and then it was all downhill from there. -- Tracy
Once again, this chapter is much longer than I thought it should be. Please send me any comments you may have about the story, I look forward to reading and responding to them. The email address is listed below.
No sooner had Danny stood up when suddenly there came a knocking at the front door downstairs. The ring pulsed a few times sending a strange warmth through the new little girl's hand and she froze there where she stood and her mouth open wide as if some inner being within her was about to speak. The odd sensation quickly passed however and she blinked her eyes and shook her head as if she suddenly awoke from a strange little daydream.
With his parents gone and his sister, Penny, away at college, Danny anxiously entered his sister's room to snoop around at his leisure without fear of being caught.
He went right to her bookshelf searching for his Braldron IX video game cartridge that he was almost sure his sister had swiped from his room the last time she had the house alone to herself. Then again maybe his mom or dad finally carried through on their threat to ground him from his favorite video game after that prank he pulled last week on Jimmy Nellings, the little eight year old twirp down the block. Sticking gum on the kid's bicycle seat. It was only in retaliation for the little brat having done the same thing to Danny the previous day but even so the rotten little tattle tail, Jimmy, went and told Danny's mom about it and not too long after that the video game cartridge mysteriously vanished.
Danny Sweet finished his quick shower and dried himself off, spending extra time on his thick long hair, well long for a boy anyway. He was feeling much better except for his odd vision problem with mirrors. Danny read a lot and was particularly fond of fantasy and science fiction.
Danny didn't even recognize some of the things in the back of Penny's closet. He knew what they were, he'd just never seen them before. "She never wears this stuff," he said to himself. He held up what must be a skintight sheath dress in a glowing pink, covered in little bronze plastic disks that would move and shimmer when the wearer walked. "Mom would have a freaking elephant if Penny ever wore this!"
Becca's stay in the hospital leads to an odd mystery and way too much time for introspection -- along with bad hair, bad food, and a hospital gown from Hell.
The hair! The makeup! From the neck up, he had been made to look like a GIRL !!! Vaginia was real! Pearl wasn't a dream! She had even left a calling card of sorts - on a thin gold chain around his neck was threaded a single pearl about a quarter inch in diameter.
David's ascent, or descent, depending on one's point of view, into femininity continues with a cruel inevitability. But then a distant flicker of hope, of light at the end of the tunnel. Or will it turn out to be an approaching train? And Coralie returns, but alas no longer the girl you may remember. Oh, and some of the 'why' is revealed unto David. Not that he finds it reassuring.
The beginning was a beautiful time, filled with mystery and discovery.
If we are lucky, someone will discover that we are struggling, who
will lovingly help and guide us as we grow.
(I just finished a run in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe", hence the idea and the title. :-)
Just to clear up some things about Danny. Danny was not, that he knew of, a transsexual; he was not a transvestite, or a sissy, or any of those things. He had never put on an article of womans' clothing nor had he ever had any desire to do so. If you had asked him about any of the above he would have said, "Trans ... whatsit?"
Bobby *finally* gets to see his mother in the hospital ... while wearing his new friend's dress. Just as he starts coping with her reaction, the last person Bobby wanted to see bursts in and winds up trying to drag him away.
An Interactive Fiction by Erin Halfelven and Various Hands
What happens when Danny Sweet is left alone for a weekend, perhaps longer, with the contents of his sister's closet? Are there any secrets at the Back of the Closet? Follow Danny's adventures in this StoryTree -- or write your own adventure!
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