6TV FICTION CLASSICS

BORN TO BE

A DAUGHTER

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As Ted and I looked at each other, I saw something new in his eyes...FEAR! He suddenly realized that this charade wasn't a game, that he had been enticed into something that could consume him like it had consumed me. "Y...you mean I...I'm to refer to my...my real father...as...as my mother from now on?" Ted squeaked.

"That's correct, pumpkin. I'm now your father," Bob stated.

ed.

"Yes Daddy," Ted weakly acknowledged.

"And this lovely woman sitting next to you?" Bob persist-

"My mother," Ted whispered.

I turned beet red at his acknowledgment of me as his 'mother'.

As we talked, I noticed that both Lamb men now sat primly on the sofa in Bob Reynolds living room completely dressed a women. Our skirts were spread across our thighs, showing a lot of shimmering nylon. My legs were crossed at the knee while Ted's were held tightly together at the knees. Our smooth, thin hands were cupped on our laps with long nails shining in the room light. Our voices were high and lilting, our hair was long, curled, and dyed, our bodies were smooth, hairless, and soft, and our faces were attractively made up. To all the world, we were females.

"Now, I have the family I need. Karen, show our daughter her room. I'm sure she can't wait to get settled in. I'll get her other things from the car," Bob announced. He extended his hand and helped me to my feet, while Ted got up on his own.

"Come Barbie," I beckoned, taking Ted by the hand. After Bob left, Ted asked, "What happened to you?" "What happened to me? What happened to YOU? You were the one dead set against dressing like a woman!" I countered.

"I was broke and hungry when Bob made me an offer. I couldn't turn it down," he admitted.

"I started this thing for money too," I pointed out as we walked up the stairs to my old room. I couldn't get over the girlish appearance of my former red beret son. Why, he even walked like a girl in heels.

When I showed him his room, he asked, "Where do you sleep?"

"I sleep in the master bedroom," I answered, not wanting to discuss the matter.

"Where does...Bob sleep?" he persisted.

After a silence, I whispered, "In the master bedroom."

The Lamb men were now the Reynolds women! Where would this charade go? How could we return to our real selves?