The Feminization of Greg

Girl Time

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Author’s note: This is an open-ended story; one I am unlikely to finish. However, if anyone is interested in writing a sequel you have my permission.

The Feminization of Greg

“I just don’t know what to do with Greg. I caught him going through Alicia’s panties drawer again.”

“Mom, he’s 13 years old. You never had boys; you don’t know what it’s like. They’re all hormones and no brains.”

“I was expecting the normal kid problems when I told Alice that I’d watch the kids for her while she was in Europe. Alicia’s no problem. She’s 16 and rather mature. In fact, she’s a great help in getting me to the store. I was expecting the normal boy stuff from Greg; you know: dirt, scratches leaving his stuff all over. I wasn’t expecting a sex pervert.”

“Mom, that’s what 13-year-old boys are: sex perverts. Be glad you just caught him going through her drawers and not maybe 10 minutes later in the bathroom.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mom! How did you *ever* have Alice and me?

The light went on and mom let out an Edith Bunker-like slow dawning, “Oh. … Oooooh!” as she finally got it.

“What am I going to do? I mean, he’s not dangerous, is he?”

“No mom, he’s not dangerous. He’s just a horny boy. There’s a cure for his particular fetish.”

“Fetish?”

“I can’t believe you are the same woman who had that talk with me when I was 11. Have you forgotten all you know about sex?”

“I do so know about sex. It’s this crazy stuff I don’t understand.”

“It’s kind of hard to explain what a fetish is. Women don’t really have them, or at least we don’t have them as bad as boys do.

A fetish is an object that has sexual connotations. Normally it has nothing to do with sex itself, but in a boy’s mind it does. So some guys will go for high heeled shoes, others for objects made of leather or rubber or some other material. Greg fancies women’s undergarments.”

“So what am I going to do?”

“Give him a dose of his own medicine.”

“I don’t follow.”

“If he’s interested in girl’s clothes, then we give him girl’s clothes. We dress him up as a girl.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want him to turn out to be gay.”

“Putting him in petticoats won’t make him gay, mom. If done right, it will embarrass him and get him to reconsider his position on invading Alicia’s privacy again.”

“I can’t do that. I don’t know what to do.”

“I do, mom. Trust me on this. Send him over here for a couple of weeks and we’ll get him straightened out.”

“But what about Amy?”

“What about Amy?”

“She’ll see him dressed up as a girl.”

“She’ll not only see him; she’s going to help.”

“What? You can’t mean …”

“Yes. She is going to dress him in his outfits.”

“She won’t see him naked, will she?”

“Probably, especially when she gives him panties to wear.”

“This is too much.”

“Look mom, the key to this whole thing is humiliation. Once Greg is sufficiently shamed, we can build him back up. What better way to do that than to have his 10-year-old cousin as part of his discipline?”

The older woman was weakening, “Are you sure this is alright?”

“Trust me, mom. It will be good for Amy, too. It will help build her sense of self-esteem and even teach her some responsibility.”

“Oh, I suppose …”

“Don’t worry mom. Bring him over on Monday for lunch. I’ve got some shopping to do this weekend. I have his sizes from when I bought him those clothes for Christmas.

-=o=-

Greg wasn’t too pleased when grandma told him that he was going to be staying at his Aunt Kay’s house for a couple of weeks.

“Granny, there’s nothing to do there. The only one there is Amy and her dumb girl toys.”

“Girls are not dumb. I’m a girl. Do you think I’m dumb?”

“No, Granny. It’s not like that. I mean, you’re a grown-up. Amy is just a little girl. Why can’t I stay here?”

“You got yourself into this situation all by yourself. If you weren’t snooping on your sister, you wouldn’t be in this trouble.”

“That’s not a lot of stuff,” Greg complained as his grandmother packed his suitcase.

“You won’t need a lot.”

“But it’s not much more than my toothbrush and my comb and the books I’m supposed to read this summer.”

“That’s all you’ll need.”

“But what about my clothes?”

“You won’t need them. Your aunt bought you a whole new wardrobe.”

“Can I at least take some of my stuff with me?”

“You mean your toys?”

“Yeah.”

“No. Your aunt will find more suitable toys for you to play with.”

-=o=-

Alicia dropped her grandmother and brother off at her aunt’s house. After coming in to be sociable, she left to be with her friends. “I’ll be back for dinner,” she announced.

“I’m glad that you are finally here, Greg.” Kay said. “The first thing I want you to do is take a shower.”

“But I already took one last night.”

“Don’t argue with your aunt,” Granny put in. “Now get upstairs and take your shower.”

The boy begrudgingly trudged up the steps. Several minutes later water could be heard running.

Greg was disappointed in what he found in the shower: all kinds of lotions and other “smelly stuff.” He eventually found what he determined was body wash and used it. It was called “Lilac” something-or-other.

In the meantime, Kay came in. Even though he was behind the curtain, he complained, “Hey! I’m taking a shower here. How about some privacy?”

“You’ve been a naughty boy and you don’t get privacy here. Besides, boys don’t have a need to be so modest,” she said, picking up his clothes and replacing them with panties and a training bra. “I’ll be waiting for you in my bedroom when you get out.”

Greg finished showering and got out. He looked around the bathroom and didn’t see his clothes. Then he spotted the bra and panties. “These must be Amy’s,” he thought looking at the panties. “They are definitely ‘little girl’ panties. But what’s with the bra? Amy’s too young to need one.”

He dried off and stuck his head out the door. “Auntie, where are my clothes?”

“Wear what’s on the vanity.”

“I can’t wear them; they’re girl clothes!”

“That’s right. If you like girl clothes so much, that’s what you’ll be wearing. Now put them on and stop complaining and get in here.”

“But …”

“But nothing. Your choices are girl clothes or go naked.”

Greg put the clothes on. The panties were easy enough, but trying to put the bra on was difficult. He had never tried to hook something up between his shoulder blades before.

He opened the door and stuck his head out. The hallway was empty. He could hear his cousin and his grandmother chatting downstairs in the kitchen. The coast was clear. He opened the door fully and scampered into his aunt’s room.

She was sitting on the bed and smiled at him. Next to her was the rest of his outfit: a pink dress with a bow at the waist and some petticoats that seemed to be made of some “crinkly” material. Some shoes, socks and a hair bow completed the outfit.

“Come here,” she said pointing to the floor in front of her. “Let’s get you dressed like a proper young lady.”

Aunt Kay smiled as she scanned the boy’s body. Yes, he was on the verge of manhood, but he still had child-like feminine features. She was particularly delighted to see that he was erected. The panties hid absolutely nothing and although he was still a young teen with maybe a 5 and a half inch erection, it was all the panties could do to contain it.

“My,” she said, “You certainly seem excited.”

Greg blushed and looked at the floor. So she went on, “Do you like the way the panties feel? What’s it like being a boy and having your thing out all the time rubbing against things? I don’t know why you’re getting so excited, they’re just cotton panties, probably the same material as your boy-underwear. Sure they’re pink and have flowers on them, but your penis doesn’t know that.

I can see that we’re going to have a lot of fun when we put you in those sexy silky panties I got you. But first things first. Before you can be a young woman, you have to be a young girl, and I have just the clothes to make you look that way.

Maybe you can wear the fancy stuff when Amy plays ‘dress up’ with you. She always enjoyed dressing her dolls up. You can be her new doll to play with.”

Aunt Kay helped him get the dress on and watched as he donned the socks. She had to explain to him that girls worn them partially turned down so the fancy frill was on the outside. She was happy she guessed his correct shoe size; the Mary Janes fit perfectly.

There was one final touch which was to fix his hair complete with a pretty hair bow to match the dress. His hair was short, but there was nothing she could do about it just now. Maybe by the end of the summer, it would grow out a bit more.

“There you are, a perfect little lady, if I may so. As you get ‘older’ we’ll use some make-up on you. I think I have just the right shade of lipstick for you.

“Do I have to wear a dress all the time?”

“No dear, not all the time. Even girls wear shorts or slacks every now and then. I got the cutest shorts for you; they’re powder blue with white lace trim. I also got a pair of pull on slacks that should hug that figure of yours perfectly. They should show of those cute buns of yours nicely. Of course, they’ll also show off something else in front if you’re in the state you are in now.

Then there’s bathing suits. You have a cute two-piece number with a nice skirt.

We have a complete wardrobe for you for dress up and casual wear.

And of course, every girl has her favorite night gown to go to bed. You have a pretty collection of nightwear in case you go to a sleepover.”

Greg blushed deeply, so his aunt just said, “Now, let’s get you downstairs so your grandmother and cousin can see you.”

Greg was at least happy to know that the “crinkly stuff” (which he later learned is called crinoline) held the lower part of the dress out so nobody could see his erection.

He descended the stairs and when he got to the living room he was greeted to applause from granny and giggles from Amy.

“Well, it certainly looks like someone has been put in his place, or should I say, her place?” Granny remarked.

Greg said nothing, so the old woman continued, “I told you that if I caught you in your sister’s panty drawer again, I’d make you pay for it. Now you are going to spend the rest of the summer here with your Aunt Kay and Cousin Amy. They know how to train boys like you.”

Greg blushed and said, “I don’t want to be a girl.”

His aunt jumped in, “That’s too bad. I’ve already bought a lot of girl’s clothes in your size.

You’ll not only look like a girl, you’ll act like one too. I’m sure Amy will share her dolls with you.”

“Sure thing, mom. I’m getting a bit old for most of them. I’ll have no problem sharing them with my little sister.”

It didn’t matter that Amy’s “little sister” was about 6 inches taller than her.

“Speaking of dolls; Amy, what do you want to call your new doll?”

“I think I’ll call her Abigail. I like that name. It’s the name of the little sister in the book that I’m reading.”

“OK, Abigail it is.” Turning to her nephew she said, “From now on, your name is Abigail. You’ll answer to that name whenever someone calls you.”

“That’s not fair,” the boy complained. “Amy doesn’t have the right …” but he was cut off by his aunt.

“And that’s not all. Amy gets to play dress up with you. She has access to your complete wardrobe and can dress you any way she wants. She and her girlfriends used to spend hours playing dress up with their dolls. I’m sure you’ll be a hit with her friends.

Oh, and don’t even think about refusing her. If you disobey her, you’ll get spanked. No, I won’t spank you, but Amy will. She has a wonderful hairbrush Grandma gave her for her birthday that would do the job nicely.”

Grandma had the final word. “I’ve made some tea. Would you girls like to come sit on the porch? I’ll teach Abigail how to serve it.”

(The End)