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bottom. "I'M A LITTLE GIRL!" he shrieked as ordered. "I adore being a girl. Please keep me as a girl."

SWISH, CRACK!

"Oh! Oh! Eowwww!! I am a frilly, sissy little girlie. Make me stay a girl. Force girl's clothes on me. I want to be a girl. Please keep me girlie. I'm a soft, pathetic girl. I AM SUSAN!" He shouted. He sobbed. He squirmed and writhed as the ladies clapped and applauded!

His bottom was on fire. His aunt let down his petticoats and dress and they fell around his thighs. He was disgusted at his appearance, yet the cool satin, silk and chiffon felt so comforting, so soft and silky as he sobbed before them. Girlish sensations, humiliation and torment enveloped him as the lady in the black satin skirt came to his side.

"Susan, did that hurt, darling?" Jeff was disgusted with himself for his weakness but nodded through the tears.

"There, there," she said patting him gently on his rear, "I know it must have been terrible, but the cane is not the only thing that can hurt. Words can be even more painful. Listen to me Susan. Listen carefully, sweetie! I am Ms. Bonds. I am Headmistress of a special school. It is 'special' for we run it on different lines from most schools. We feel that there is entirely too much 'Women's Lib', and my students, when they graduate, are absolutely girlish. They cry at the slightest thing,

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adore pretty silky clothes, never wear pants, spend hours every day fussing with their hair and makeup. In short, they are always divinely feminine. Susan, girlie, here is why I am telling you all this. My theories and methods have proven themselves with young ladies, however, I am getting bored. I want a new challenge. I have decided to accept my first male student. It will be you, darling. You will be coming to my school! You will be trained as a totally feminine little girl. The only boy among a hundred real little girls!" Jeff broke down and began to weep uncontrollably, "No! No! You can't do that. I'm a boy! You can't turn me into a sissy girl. I don't want to be a girl. Mother, aunt Linda, save me! Don't send me away to be a girl! I'll hate it! I'll hate it!"

"Jeff, I have thought about this carefully," his mother said, "your behavior has left you with no future as a man except low paying jobs and trouble with the law. My mind is made up. You will be moving to live at Ms. Bonds school immediately. You will stay there and you will not be returning home for at least five years. However, don't worry, dear, your sister and I will visit you often to check on your progress."

Jeff was wild with fear. He shouted, "IT'S CRAZY TO TRY TO TURN ME INTO A GIRL! I WON'T LET YOU DO IT! I WON'T!" "I will definitely be transforming you into a girl, Susan," said Ms. Bonds sternly. "Any