SURRENDER

The next day Debbie came back. "Dennis, can I come in?"

"The door's not locked." Debbie opened the door slowly. Dennis had his back turned to her and was looking out the window. He wore the bathrobe tightly wrapped around his body. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail that fell to the middle of his back.

"Dennis." He turned around and studied her face as she tried to contain her surprise.

"I haven't looked in a mirror in 5 days. Have I changed a lot?" Dennis asked in his soft high voice.

"Well ..." she swallowed, "yes, since I last saw you but that was a long time ago," she added hastily.

"A week."

"Yea, I guess so." Her eyes fell from his chest to his hips and then to the walls of his room. "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm great. Another week and I'll be ready for Playboy."

Debbie walked to the bed and sat down. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. What would you do? What can I do?"

"Well, your mother ..."

"What did she say?"

"Nothing! She just thought that, for now anyhow, you could..."

"Could what?"

"You know!"

"Debbie, I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Because ... I'm a boy. I'm a boy. I'm a boy," his voice cracked and he fell on the bed sobbing. She reached out to comfort him but his robe had fallen open and she stopped for a moment to stare at his boobs. His breasts were the finest she had ever seen.

"Dennis, show me. Show me your body."

"No."

She held him close. "Come on now. I'm your friend. You can show me." He sat up next to her. His hair had come undone and framed his face with a mass of disheveled auburn curls. He drew his robe together tightly. "Look, I'll show you mine and you can show me yours. Okay?" Before he could answer she stood up and pulled off her t-shirt. She was wearing a black bra.

"I can't do this."

"Come on. I showed you mine," she said, pulling up off the bed.

"I'm naked," he whispered.

"Okay. Okay. Here." She unhooked the bra in front and slipped it off, then pushed her skirt down past her hips and let it fall to the floor. "Now you," she said, tugging at the robe. He let it fall to the floor.

"Oh God, Dennis," she said as her eyes quickly took in his widened hips, his narrowed waist and the breasts which bounced only inches from hers. She looked into his eyes. They were filling with tears. She hugged him. The door opened and his mother appeared in doorway. Debbie pulled away quickly. Dennis drew his arms up over his chest.

"That's okay, Debbie." His mother looked at Dennis. "We're all girls here now."

"Mom!"

"Oh baby, I'm sorry but you've got to face facts. Look at yourself,honey." Dennis turned away. "Just try it for a little while. Here in your room. You don't have to go out. Just try."

"Try what?" he said. His mother bit her lip.

"Try being a girl," Debbie said, "You might even like it."

"Oh, God! Now you're both against me."

"Dennis, Debbie wants to help you and so do I."

"Help me what?"

"Adjust." Debbie put her arm around his waist. "It's not that bad. I'll help you."

"I don't know," he moaned. "What do you want me to do?"

His mother approached him tentatively and put her arm around him too. "Just ... just try some clothes on. That's all. Here. In your room. You don't have to go out. No one will see you but us."

"No one? Not even Dad?"

"Not even Dad."

"What clothes?"

Dennis's mother glanced at Debbie and smiled. "Whatever you want honey."

"I think you should start with a bra," Debbie blurted out. His mother's face lit up.

"I'll see if I can find something." She dashed out of the room and came back immediately.

"Where'd you get this?" Dennis said. "It still has the tag on it."

"Well, I just thought ..."

"You bought this for me, didn't you?"

"Just try it on," Debbie said, putting his arms through the straps.

"Try hooking it yourself."

"You bought this for me," he said as his hands fumbled for a moment and then his breasts were captive in the sheer white cups.

"It's perfect," Debbie said. He looked down at his chest and saw the deep crack of cleavage. It was a revelation. Much more shocking than a simple mirror reflection, he could now see and feel his girlhood in three dimensions. The juxtaposition of his pliant flesh and the female garment met at more than simple juncture of skin and fabric. They were joined now in some synapse in his brain. A mind set was incubating.

"I want to see," Dennis said, heading for the bathroom.

His mother stopped him."Not yet. Put these on first," she said, handing him a pair of white stockings and a lacey white garter belt.

"Mom! I'm not wearing stockings!"

"I want you to dive right in, Dennis," she said.

Debbie added, "In for a penny, in for a pound."

He blushed and asked, "Don't I need some kind of underwear, you know, for down there?"

His mother glanced at his big dick and blushed red herself. "I - I didn't know what to do about that," she answered, "your old briefs are ugly and won't fit your hips now anyway; and girl's panties aren't made to hold all that."

Dennis' face got redder and he quickly stepped into the garter belt and pulled it up to his waist. Debbie helped him arrange the straps, then he sat on the edge of his desk to put on the stockings. The women showed him how to roll them on, smooth them out and attach them to the garter straps. Dennis stared at his legs in the sheer white fabric then jumped up. Debbie and his mother looked askance as he bounded past them to the bathroom, the final strands of hair unraveling from the make-shift ponytail.

He was not prepared for what he saw in the mirror. He didn't recognize the woman reflected there. Even though he knew he was standing in front of the mirror this lush little babe could not possibly be him. Her long auburn hair framed a face he didn't recognize. He did not have those full lips. He used to masturbate thinking about those kind of lips wrapped around his cock. The woman's face was soft and smooth while her neck showed no sign of an Adams Apple. Her eyebrows were thin and arched which made her eyes seem even larger than they were. She had long curled eyelashes. Her nose was small and very cute. She should be wearing some makeup he thought to himself. As he looked down her body, her large bra-covered breasts were protruding from her chest. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material of her bra. Her waist was so tiny compared to her breasts, wide hips and ass that she almost looked Barbie-dollish. The garter-belt and stockings she wore were skin tight. Between her long sexy legs he saw a ten inch dong with the beginnings of an erection. He was so turned on looking at this woman he began to reach for his erect penis at the same time she reached for hers. Suddenly the full impact of the change hit him. These were his own high firm breasts, strong sleek arms, tiny waist, wide hips, beautiful ass and sexy long legs.

When his mother and Debbie caught up with him he was turning to examine his profile in the mirror. Tears streaked his face. Debbie started to speak but Dennis's mother stopped her. "I'm so big, and I'm still growing," he gasped, his fingers grazing the surface of his stuffed bra cups.

"You're perfect," Debbie said in a breathless voice.

"But I'm so ... " He looked at his body. It was so different. So girly. He had cleavage. Clouds of auburn hair unfurled around his face and fell past the cups of his bra. He turned to the women. "I am a girl now, aren't I?" he said in a frightened whisper.

"Almost," Debbie said. Dennis squirmed and turned his back so they couldn't see his growing erection.

"No, I'm definitely not all girl yet," he laughed.

Debbie moved in close to Dennis and looked him over closely. "You make a very pretty girl. A little make up and you'd be a real sexy lady." She reached into her handbag and pulled out a tube of dark plum-colored purplish lipstick. He tried to decline the offer, but she would not take "no" for a answer. He puckered his lips for her the way she showed him. He could smell her sweet perfume. He thought that it was a pretty fragrance as he gazed into her big green eyes. Debbie smiled and moved even closer as she painted his lips with lipstick. Dennis' mother cleared her throat rather loudly and Debbie moved back a step before she pulled out a small bottle of perfume and dabbed a little behind each of his ears.

"Damn," Debbie muttered, "you're better looking than I am." And Dennis had to admit that she was right. His red hair was swept back. His lips were pouty-full. His face looked elegant and sophisticated.

He spun in a slow circle and said, "Oh my God. What am I going to do?"

Debbie answered by whispering in his ear so his mother couldn't hear, "Don't do anything baby, you're going to be my big-dicked girlfriend." Dennis was stunned and just stared back at Debbie. To think his fondest dream would come true in such a bizarre way!

"Let's take your measurements again, Dennis," his Mom suggested, "so we can get you some new clothes." His height was still five feet six inches, but his chest was now 36 inches, his waist had shrunk to 22 inches, and his hips were 34 inches. He was almost too big for a C-cup bra. He weighed a mere 100 pounds.

"Damn, Dennis," Debbie whispered, "you really could be a centerfold girl."

Every day for the rest of the week Debbie arrived at the Johnson house at four o'clock with clothes for Dennis. They quickly realized that Dennis couldn't wear pants if he wanted to pass as a girl. The bulge at his crotch was too big. His cock was ten inches and so thick Debbie's hand wouldn't stretch all the way around it.

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