HIS GIRL

 

by webb025@hotmail.com

 

 

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the

legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male

sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.

 

 

 

 

It's funny how little differences can become big ones. My identical

twin brother Jason is just a few minutes older than I am, yet I

look up to him as if we were years apart. He thinks things through

more clearly, while I tend to be more emotional.

 

Physically, there's not much to tell us apart. We're both 6'5",

with blond hair and green eyes. We both keep our hair long, with

a kind of retro bowl cut just above the eyes. We're seniors in

high school, and pretty much the stars of our football team. I'm

a wide receiver, Jason is a running back, and between us we do

most of the scoring for the team. Our prettyboy quarterback just

has to throw or hand off the ball to one of us, and something

good will usually happen. Since we do sports year round, we are

always working out, and have great builds that we take care of

with great care and lots of hard work. We also dress somewhat

alike, not intentionally really, it just works out that way.

 

Oh, we also have a brother Billy, two years younger than us, but

we don't really have much to do with him. He was adopted soon

after he was born, and grew to be about 5'8" tall and on the

scrawny side. He's got straight black hair that tends to hang

over his eyes. Our dad, who's big like us, was kind of

disappointed in how Billy turned out physically, and over the

years spent a lot more time with us than with Billy, playing

ball, watching sports on TV, and attending our Little League

and football games. Mom tried to spend some time encouraging

Billy, but he grew up mostly apart from family activities, which

revolved around Jason and me. And while we twins always shared a

room since we were little, and it seems totally natural to us

even though we're almost eighteen, Billy has always had his own

room.

 

Billy is the total nerd type, and spends most of his spare time

alone in his room. He has his own computer, and the floor is

covered with all kinds of electronic stuff, and cables and tools

and things. Whenever his door is open, it seems he's reading

things on the Internet. At school, he runs with a totally

different crowd, and at home he helps the family out with

everything technical. Right now, he's setting up a new family

computer in the den. When Jason and I came in after practice and

saw him crawling around behind the machine, Jason poked his head

in and joked, "Billy, you really need to get out and get a

girlfriend." I suppressed a laugh. We both figure Billy for gay,

and there's no need to be mean. But Billy just looked up for a

moment, smiled, and said, "Yeah, I know, I'm working on it."

And we went on to our room.

 

 

 

****************

 

 

 

It's Saturday, and Jason and I are still a bit sore from

yesterday evening's successful football game. Billy has told us

he's just about done setting up the new computer. It has some

special new multimedia equipment attached to it, and he wants

each of us to spend a few minutes trying it out. Mom and Dad

will do it this morning, and Jason and I will try it this

afternoon. When I passed the den, I saw Dad with a headset

on. I couldn't tell from his _expression whether he was enjoying

the experience. In fact, his face didn't seem to have much of

an _expression at all.

 

I had just came back from visiting a friend. As I entered our

room, Jason looked up and told me that it was my turn to try

out the new computer's multimedia experience. "It's incredible,

man. It hits all the senses at once. You gotta try it!" I went

to the den, where Billy was expecting me. He handed me the

headset as I sat down. "Just relax and enjoy," he said. I put

it on and waited for the program to start. I couldn't hear

anything at first, then there was a sound that seemed to be

nowhere and everywhere at once. I don't remember much about it,

but it seemed like a minute later that Billy was taking off the

headset and telling me I was done. I went back to my room, where

I discovered to my total shock that nearly three hours had gone

by since I had put on the headset.

 

 

 

****************

 

 

 

Now it's Saturday evening. Jason and I were hanging around our

room waiting for Mom to call us for dinner, when Billy barged

in. This was really weird because he almost never comes into our

room for any reason. He then said something strange: "All of you

have spent a few hours on the machine, and the tests seem

successful. So now, down to the deepest recesses of your minds,

you should believe that everything I tell you is the absolute,

indisputable truth." And the thought that immediately sprang to

mind was, Of course! Everything Billy says is ALWAYS true! That's

completely obvious! Why is he even bothering to say that?

 

He walked over to my twin. "Jason, remember when you made fun of

me yesterday? About not having a girlfriend? Well, that was

pretty disrespectful, don't you think?" A troubled _expression

came over Jason, and he said, "Disrespectful... yes..."

 

Billy continued. "And you should be punished for that, right?

In fact, you NEED to be punished for that." And Jason, taking

in this information, looked fully convinced. "Yes, I really

need to be punished."

 

Billy called down the hall. "Dad! You need to come in here right

away!" And immediately I heard Dad's loud footsteps approaching

down the hall. But when he arrived at our door, I couldn't

believe what I saw. He came in completely naked! I don't think

I had ever seen him naked before in my life, and yet he seemed

completely unaware and unconcerned about it. He's a really big

guy, both wider and taller than us twins, and we're pretty big.

My eyes couldn't help drifting down to his private parts. His

soft cock seemed bigger than mine is soft. I couldn't help but

wonder what it would look like hard.

 

As soon Dad walked in, Billy said, "Dad, Jason was very

disrespectful of me and needs to be punished. You should be

angry." And immediately, rage showed on Dad's face. And of

course Billy was right; Dad SHOULD be angry! Jason looked

ashamed, and even somewhat scared. Dad sat his large frame

down on a chair and said, furiously, "Jason, it's time for

your punishment RIGHT NOW! Lie face down here across my lap."

And Jason, looking frightened, walked over and docilely lay

down on Dad's lap the way he might have when we were four

years old. Even at 6'5", he looked like a little kid lying

there, his ass globes presented for a painful punishment.

 

Dad began his spanking. And he wasn't holding back; his slap!

slap! slap! were delivered with the full force of his

considerable strength, and it was clear Jason was writhing in

pain. Meanwhile, Billy came over to me and whispered in my ear,

"Don't worry, Tim, I'll protect you. I'm sure you're grateful

for that." And a huge wave of gratitude swept over me that

Billy was willing to protect me from such a nasty punishment.

What a great brother he turned out to be! Who knew!

 

Finally, Dad finished his spanking of Jason, shoved him off

his lap, and stood up. "Don't ever disrespect your brother

again!" he said sternly and strode out the door, huge semihard

cock flopping around as he walked. Evidently the warmth and

friction had caused him to get a semi while he was spanking

Jason. I could see where Jason and I got our endowments. Billy

went over and stood over Jason, who was lying on the floor

rubbing his very red butt. "You're sorry you insulted me. In

fact, you feel bad about insulting me. You want to make it up

to me, don't you, Jason?" Jason looked pained. "Oh, yes, I

HAVE to make it up to you, Billy. But how can I?"

 

Billy said, "Just get Brad Jackson over here tomorrow morning."

Brad is the quarterback of our football team. "Tell him you

want him to try out this incredible new multimedia box we just

got installed. You've got to get him here. You'll feel really

guilty until you do." And clearly, from his _expression, Jason

DID feel that way.

 

Billy came over to me. "Tim, you know you owe me for

protecting you from punishment." Of course I knew that. "So I

want you to do me a favor tomorrow and do some shopping..."

And he explained what he wanted me to buy. I went to my desk

wrote down what he said.

 

 

 

****************

 

 

 

It's Sunday evening. This morning I went on a shopping trip

for Billy. First I went to a costume shop. I explained to the

sales guy that our football team was putting on a comedy skit,

and I needed a girl's cheerleader outfit that would fit me.

He took my measurements, said he would have a real challenge

finding girl's cheerleader shoes that would fit my size 14

feet. But he said if I came back in a couple of hours, he

would have the altered costume and shoes ready for me. After

that, I went to the women's section of a department store to

buy some underthings, and then to the cosmetics counter for

a few items. Then I picked up the costume and went home. As

Billy had instructed, I put everything in our closet.

 

Later, Billy came into the room with Mom. He told her I needed

help learning how to put on the cosmetics and outfit, so she

spent time showing me how to do it. Once I was all made up and

dressed, Billy told me how he thought I should feel very

natural in the outfit, and right away I knew he was correct:

I felt much more comfortable dressed that way than wearing my

normal clothes. There was a knock on our front door, and Billy

said it would be best for me to change back into my regular

clothes. So although it was a bit uncomfortable, of course I

did what Billy said because he knew what was best.

 

Jason answered the front door, where find Brad Jackson was

waiting. Brad, our quarterback, is nowhere near as physically

large as Jason and I are -- he is not even six feet tall --

but we call him "prettyboy" because he has boyband-type looks

under an always-perfect head of chestnut-colored hair. The

illusion of delicateness is shattered whenever he takes off

his clothes in the locker room; although he has a naturally

slim build, he spends a lot of time working out. He has a

decent upper body, and also well-muscled legs, since he

makes up in mobility what he lacks in height.

 

Jason escorted Brad into the den to try out the multimedia

box attached to the computer. Once Billy put the headset on

Brad, Jason left the den and came into our room. He told me

how he felt bad at how he had treated Billy all these years,

which surprised me. I mean, neither of us ever had much to

do with Billy, so what did Jason feel bad about? But it

seemed to make sense to Jason. He said he was really grateful

to Billy for finding a way for him to atone for all those

years.

 

Later, Billy came into our room with a confused-looking Brad,

who was saying, "You mean Jason was secretly lusting after

our hot bods all these years? That he's really a flaming FAG?

But he never -- I mean he never said anything, or stared, or

anything --"

 

Billy said, "That's right, he's just REAL good at hiding it.

But he's decided to come out, right, Jase?"

 

Jason cleared his throat. It was clearly difficult for him

to do what he was about to do, but as he's proved many times

over the years, he has the heart of a champion when he knows

what needs to be done. "Brad, I ... I've always ... wanted ...

all you guys. Whenever I see you guys in the shower, all I

want to do is ... suck all of you off. Especially YOU,

Brad..."

 

Brad still looked totally confused. Billy said, "Brad, you

must be really mad that Jason has been hiding this all along.

I think he really owes you, don't you?"

 

Brad's _expression immediately changed from puzzlement to

scorn and anger. "You mean all these years he could have

been serving the team, and he never said anything? STRIP,

faggot!"

 

Jason couldn't tear his clothes off fast enough. Meanwhile,

Billy was whispering helpful hints to Brad. I couldn't hear

what he was saying, but he seemed to agree with everything

Billy was telling him. And why not? Everything Billy says

is right...

 

Jason stood there, head hanging, naked and ashamed. Although

he normally towered over Brad, now he seemed smaller, in a

way. And his cock hung there limp, although even in its

shrunken state it seemed really big compared to most guys'.

 

Brad looked confused at Billy. "I thought he was hot for me.

Why is his cock soft?"

 

Billy explained, "That's just his great cover-up skills,

RIGHT JASE? If he let his TRUE FEELINGS show, he'd be bigger

than a motherfucker right now." Jason, almost in tears, ran

out of the room and into the den, quickly followed by Billy

and me.

 

When Billy and I got to the den, Jason was sobbing. "I ...

I can't do this, Billy. I mean, I'm not gay. I really,

really want to be punished for what I've done, but he can

see I'm not attracted to him."

 

Billy said, "I can help you with that. I'll work on you over

the next few days so you will automatically get hard whenever

it's punishment time. But for now, you'll just have to

secretly jerk yourself hard so he thinks you are into this.

Don't worry, he'll believe me. He has to!"

 

Jason looked grateful. "Oh, thank you, Billy. I can't tell

you how much I appreciate your help." As he spoke, he rubbed

his cock until it got so big that even his large hand could

barely fit around it. While he was doing this, Billy said,

"By the way, I never really liked being called Billy. From

now on, I'm William, or better yet, Master William. Got that,

both of you?" And right away, I saw him in a whole new light.

Even though he was physically small, he seemed to have grown

in stature, while we lowlife twins were just overgrown lugs

in need of direction.

 

Master William then told Jason, "OK, Jason, back to helping

your quarterback." We headed back to our room, where Brad saw

Jason was hard. A satisfied look crossed Brad's face. "I see

you're showing your true feelings now, FAG. Get over here on

your knees and undress me NOW!" And Jason crawled over to Brad,

beginning his first punishment of many to come. As he undressed

Brad, for the first time I really noticed Brad's bod. I mean, I

had seen it in the showers all the time, but now with some

whispering from William, I was REALLY noticing all the details.

Where Jase and I have naturally large builds, work out all the

time and so have almost body-builder type muscles, Brad has

more of the toned, swimmer type of build. And William pointed

out that Brad's hard cock, while much thinner than our

embarrassing "war clubs", is almost as long, and looks much

more sleek and agile.

 

Finally, Brad stood there with his boy-band face and nicely

muscled body fully showing, and grabbed his cock. "OK, fag,

you've wanted this for years, now it's yours. BLOW ME!" And

Jason eagerly grabbed Brad's cock and began gently licking at

it. But it didn't go well at all. Jason had no experience at

his new profession of cocksucking; he moved too slowly,

causing Brad to grab him by the back of the head and changing

the cock sucking into a face fucking. When Brad began pistoning

his cock in and out of Jasons's mouth, he gagged several times

and twice got his teeth into Brad's cock, causing Brad to kick

him away. "What the fuck are you doing! That fucking hurts!

Get the fuck away from me!"

 

Jason looked panicked and crawled back towards Brad. "Please,

Brad, let me suck you! I want you! I NEED you! Don't push me

away!" But Brad was already starting to put his clothes back on.

 

William intervened to save the day. "Brad, Jason is just

inexperienced. He really does want to service you, and the

rest of the team. He just needs to learn how, and I know just

how we can do it. Tomorrow..." And William walked out into the

hallway with Brad, explaining his idea, while Jason, sobbing,

lay naked and crestfallen on the floor.

 

We heard the front door close as Brad left. Then William came

back into our room. "Jason, I fixed it with Brad. You'll start

to get the punishment you desperately need tomorrow. Why don't

you lie down for a while in bed and relax." And Jason did

exactly that.

 

Meanwhile, William turned to me, "Tim, you should come with me

to my room awhile. Bring all your new clothes with you." I

grabbed the cheerleading outfit and followed William to his

room.

 

When we got there, William said, "I know you feel much more

natural with your new outfit on than you do wearing your

skanky old BOY's clothes. I think you should change back into

your cheerleader gear." I did, and of course he was right, I

felt MUCH better. While I was doing it, William told me, "I

know that what you saw Jason go through back there in your room

looked painful, but it was really for the better. Jase will feel

much more satisfied in his future life as an object of scorn

and punishment. He doesn't know it yet, but soon he'll get all

the punishment he needs, as I gradually change him into the

football team slut. And when the time comes, he'll also be the

basketball team punishment slave and cockslut, naturally." As

he told me how much better Jason would feel, I felt much better

about the whole situation.

 

William went on. "For you, though, I have very different plans.

Yesterday, Jason pointed out that I needed female companionship,

and of course he's right. So I've decided to find a girlfriend.

MAKE a girlfriend, actually.

 

"You know why you feel so good in that girl's cheerleader

outfit?" I didn't. "It's because, deep down, you feel like a

girl. You are really a beautiful, delicate girl born into an

overgrown, overmuscled boy's body. And it's so UNFAIR!" And I

began to realize he was right! I must have always felt like a

girl, and just didn't know it! And now, having this outfit was

making it clear to me!

 

"I want you to lie down here on my bed while I explain to you

the REAL history of your life..." And I drifted off listening

to William tell me everything that happened...

 

 

 

****************

 

 

 

It's Monday, my first full day in my secret life as a girl.

I've dressed in my normal guy clothes, because I don't want

anyone to know my dreadful secret. My guy clothes feel unusual

and unnatural. I feel like I'm a girl cross-dressing as a guy

and hoping to fool everyone. So far this morning, no one seems

to have noticed. Some things are different, though. I find

myself checking out the guys when they're not looking. And now

it matters to me who's hot and who's not, as I imagine myself

as each one's coy, flirty girlfriend. But no matter how many I

see, none of them seems to measure up to the one guy I'm REALLY

dedicated to.

 

I see him in the hallway, but I have to try to avoid him so

my oversized clit doesn't get tangled in the panties I'm

wearing under my jeans. He's only a sophomore, so we're not

in any classes together. But I know I'll get to see him at home

later. When I do see him in the hall with his geeky friends, I

can see he is clearly a man among boys. But I'm afraid of what

I'll do if I get too close to him in public. I may not be able

to control myself.

 

At lunch today, I need to find a girl I can really trust to

help show me how to be the best girl I can be. I need to learn

everything to become more perfectly "girlish" to please him.

I also need a new wardrobe and more makeup lessons, so I can

be the most beautiful girl in his life. Obviously I can't

approach Heather, my old girlfriend up to last week. She

doesn't seem to understand why I don't want her anymore.

I mean, I'm no lesbian! And I just know she's comparing notes

with Lisa, Jason's former girlfriend up to last week. Jason

is still a straight guy, but of course that side of him won't

be allowed to show through until he's through with his

punishment. And that may not happen for years!

 

 

 

****************

 

 

 

It's Monday evening. Football practice went normally. No one

said anything, although Brad was clearly talking down to Jason,

giving orders and insulting him. I guess most of the team

wondered what was going on, but since Jason seemed to take it

all without complaining, they must have just assumed something

happened, and let it slide. I guess a couple of them must have

been curious why Jason seemed not to be able to look any of them

directly in the eye. In the shower, though, I saw Jason checking

out all the guys' packages, not with lust but with dread. He

tried to hide it, but a twin can tell.

 

 

After practice, my old friend Melissa took me shopping to all

her favorite places for trendy girls' clothes. Clothes in my

size were impossible to find -- I'm a big girl -- so I had to

leave them to be altered. When I got home, I went to my room to

drop off what I was able to bring back, only to find the room a

bit crowded. There were Jason, William, Brad, and two other guys

from the football team, Rufus and Blake, both bulky linemen.

From their blank expressions, it was clear that Rufus and Blake

had recently been through a session on the multimedia device in

the den. Brad was explaining things to Jason, who was already

naked and on his knees.

 

"Man, you did such a miserable job yesterday on my cock that I

had to do something. Your little brother here suggested I bring

the guys on the team that are hung the biggest -- besides you

two, of course -- to train you and loosen you up properly, front

and back, for your new job in helping the team. Rufus, strip and

take the front. Blake, you strip and take the rear. Keep pumping

him and don't let him go until he learns to take cock all the

way without gagging, without teeth, and while holding a full

boner of his own. Now get started -- treat him like the piece of

faggot shit he is!" Sure enough, the expressions on Rufus and

Blake's faces hardened into scorn and disgust as they lined up

to administer the first lesson to my kneeling twin. Although I

had never seen them hard in the locker room, it was clear that

Brad had chosen well in selecting these two as Jason's "trainers."

Jason had already frigged himself hard as instructed and braced

to receive the full double manhood of his teammates and former

friends. His throat and asshole were about to be reconfigured

and expanded to help in his new role.

 

As this began, Master William, leaving Brad in charge of Jason's

training, grabbed my arm and firmly pulled me out of the room,

down the hall, and into his room. I felt a flutter of excitement

as he sat me on his bed, then sat down next to me, and stroked

my hair. "There was no need for you to watch that, baby," he

almost purred. "You're too emotional, and I don't want you hurt.

I want you to be able to focus on becoming my perfect girlfriend.

I want you to be as beautiful as you can make yourself. I know

you can't help checking out other guys -- you're a normal girl

after all -- but I want you to know I'm number one in your life.

You're happiest when you're pleasing me, when you're doing things

for me, and I want you to be happy." What a truly wonderful

boyfriend!

 

"Also, to make your transition easier, you're not 'Tim' anymore.

That was your name when you thought you were a boy. You'll still

have to use that name at school, where no one must learn your

secret just yet. But your REAL name is Tina. I've already told

Mom and Dad, and I'll tell Jason as soon as he finishes today's

punishment.

 

"By the way, from now on I expect your room to be kind of busy

most evenings, you know with Jason getting his daily punishment

and all. I think you should move in here with me." I was stunned

and excited. "But... I mean, it's everything I dream of, but...

there's only one bed in here!"

 

William pulled hard on my hair, forcing my head close to his,

and he hissed in my ear, "Exactly!" And without being touched,

my oversized clit started to grow as he held my head in his

forceful, manly grip. He then easily wrestled me flat onto my

back on his bed, climbed on top, and just... dominated me

completely. Every part of me seemed to melt into him as his

long tongue raped my throat. Any memory I had of being a boy

faded into nothingness, as I realized I must have actually

been a girl all along. When the tongue penetration ended,

William sat on my chest and said, "I can't tell you how much

I've wanted to do that over the years. I'm going to leave my

mark on you and make you completely mine. I know you need me

inside you, don't you?"

 

As he said that, I could feel a vast emptiness inside me,

desperately longing to be filled by his studly cock. Although

it wasn't too big, it was incredibly beautiful, representing

as it did his total power over my will, as well has his proven

ability to convert our formerly independent-minded teammates

into compliant musclepuppets for his amusement. And nothing

turns on a girl like submitting to a true top. All I could do

was whimper, "Please, make me yours, once you're inside me

I'll be yours forever."

 

But after one last rough kiss, William rolled off me, saying

"Sorry, baby, you're not ready yet. You're going to have to

earn it before I turn you over and take you. Over the next few

days, you've got to work on transforming every thought, every

move, every desire, into being consistent with your status as

the beautiful girl you are. You can keep your muscles, you'll

need them for football anyway. In fact, even though I know

you'd prefer to be a cheerleader rather than a player, you've

got to fool everyone into thinking you're still a guy, so

you'll need to work out and practice even more now than you

ever did, and perform better on the field. But when you're

with me, you need to be all sweet and feminine. THEN I'll

take total command of your pussy."

 

Of course I was hugely disappointed, with my emptiness unfilled.

I followed William back to what is now Jason's room. He was

lying dazed on the floor, cum dripping out of his mouth and

out of his asshole, and his own puddled on the floor underneath

him. Master William nudged Jason's head with his foot. Jason

opened his eyes wide.

 

"So how was your punishment?" asked William. Jason looked up.

"Uhh... painful, humiliating, disgusting. Those guys used to be

my friends, now they just look at me as a cumdump. But I learned

how to serve them, and I feel that some of my life guilt was

washed away."

 

"Very good," said William. "And you can get rid of the REST of

that terrible guilt if you keep this up for a few more days. Or

weeks. Or maybe years. I'm not sure yet. BUt you should look the

part. Tomorrow you should get your hair cut down to almost

nothing. Cumdumps don't need hair. Meanwhile, say hello to your

new sister, Tina." For the first time, Jason noticed me in my

cheerleader outfit. "Tim discovered he was a girl all this time

and didn't know it. So what do you think of my new girlfriend?

She's beautiful, isn't she?"

 

And I saw Jason stare at me as if he had never seen me before.

He was really checking me out, and I could tell he thought I

was hot! Since he's a straight guy now forced to avoid most

women, I wasn't surprised to see his hand unconsciously move

towards his crotch. And while I found him somewhat physically

attractive, he is obviously a bottom boy, no match for the

dominant top I need to make me a real woman. William told me,

"Unlike Jason here, I want you to let your hair grow past your

shoulder. I love girls with long hair." I felt a shiver of

excitement run through me.

 

The future holds such promise. I vow to redouble my efforts

to become William's perfect girl Tina, and leave my false past

as "Tim" far behind.

 

 

 

 

[More coming if there is popular demand! I think I do know

where I might want to take these characters...]

 

 

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