60-MY SON, THE BRIDESMAID

the same time. He wasn't sure of Stacy's motivations. Was it to make fun of him? Or, did she really like him? He just sat there, passively, letting Stacy have her way.

He closed his eyes and felt her lips teasing his taut swollen pink nipples. He whimpered when she munched a bit too hard.

Stacy felt energetic clutching the delicious feminized lad, keeping him totally under control. She liked the feeling. She moved a hand under Robin's dress to skim his hips and thighs, finally sliding it across his silken belly. She whispered to Robin, "such silky panties! I must see."

She ambitiously took the hem of Robin's dress and moved it up to his waist. The view of his velvety panties and smooth, hairless thighs made her heart leap. The snow white nylon panties fit snugly over his ample hips and showed nothing but a female contour. Stacy expected to see more but was beginning to comprehend how feminine Robin had become. Stacy had always liked BIG men and was bewildered by the currents of desire generated by the sleek curves of Robin's delicate body.

Her own breasts tingled as they pressed against Robin's rosy peaks. Stacy pushed Robin back onto the couch feeling his body squirm beneath hers. She pulled up her skirt and pressed her body tightly against his. Their breasts met and their pantied hips almost matched. Robin instinctively arched his body toward hers. Many hands began a lust-arousing exploration of each others soft similar flesh, each flinching as 'touchy' flesh was found.

As Robin writhed beneath Stacy's weight something was happening, Skin to skin, silk to silk and nylon to nylon, they were as one. Panty to panty they found a tempo that bound their bodies together, soaring higher as waves of ecstasy throbbed through them. Feeling, sensing and controlling the frail boy-girl was more than enough to push Stacy into a deep euphoria. Stacy wanted to cry out for release but worried it would be heard by Robin's family.

The feeling of Robin's sissified body beneath hers was too much. She moaned aloud, unable to control her outcry of delight. A dormant sexuality of her body had been awakened. She snuggled up against him, their legs still intertwined.

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Hypnotized by Stacy's excitement, Robin trembled under her weight. He had completely surrendered to her masterful seduction. He savored the feeling of satisfaction he had left with her. He glowed, knowing that he could learn to love such attention.

Stacy knew she desperately needed more of him than this first elementary adventure. Her mind raced thinking about what else and how else she could experience this sweet young thing. Stacy had had boyfriends but her heart fluttered delightfully at the thought of having her own 'girlfriend'.

Robin's body continued to blossom in a womanly way. He thought about it and had guessed correctly that it must be something that he was getting externally. Those new vitamins leapt to the top of the list.

Robin jotted the name on one of the pills down on a piece of paper. He went to the mall and checked in the bookstore. There were self-help books, including one called, "Knowing your prescription drugs". The name "OVA2" was well-documented as a female hormone. Under "side affects" it mentioned that in men, it had to be used in a very limited fashion as it led to feminization, gynecomastia (breast development) and redistribution of bodyfat to female characteristics.

He had figured out his mother's ploy. He ran home, and took the 'vitamins' into the bathroom to empty them into the toilet and flush them down. He stopped just short and looked into the bathroom mirror seeing his long blondish curls framing his madeup face. Those hormones had soften and sissified his body causing it to curve and grow into a womanly shape. His rounded creamy breasts pressed snugly outward against the short mini-dress he was wearing. He ran his hands down over his body to his pantied bottom. A spasm of pleasure passed through his body.

He jerked open the pills, dropped one into his hand and downed it with a glass of water. He had succumbed to the desire to grow into a woman long before this knowledge of his mother's plot . . . it had truly been inevitable!