Bad Boy!

Lucy Hartnet was happy to have the new promotion at the post office and she was more than thrilled to be working in a new department with such nice women, too. She did have a pang of jealousy when Donna�s daughter brought her a homemade lunch at eleven a.m.

She watched the lovely teenager leave the office and turned to her mother. �I wish I had daughters. It must be so nice to have girls around to help you.�

Donna opened the wrapped sandwich and split it in half to share with her new friend, Lucy. She smiled. �You�ve never mentioned a child, Lucy.�

�I have one son and well, he�s a terror. It�s all I can do to keep him under control.�

�Oh? How old is he?�

�Fifteen.�

�Then it�s not too late.�

Lucy was confused as she bit into the delicious looking chicken salad sandwich. �Too late? Too late for what?�

�Making your life easier and his, well, happier.�

Lucy shook her head. �I don�t understand. He seems happy enough to me. That is when he shows up at the house!�

Donna shook her head and took Lucy�s hand. �If he�s a bad boy then he�s angry and frustrated just like all teen boys are. Believe me, he can be a lot happier. Just look at my Stephanie.�

Now, Lucy was really confused. �I don�t understand.�

Donna leaned in closer. �Well, two years ago, my Stephanie�s name was Stephen. Look how happy she is now.�

Lucy was amazed. �I would have never thought! Your daughter used to be your son?�

Donna nodded. �I had the same problems you�re talking about; rudeness, disruption, disorderly conduct. Why, Stephen was a real juvenile delinquent. But then, well, it does take a bit of doing but once you�ve started, well, the child becomes so happy, they help themselves.�

Lucy shook her head. �I�ve never heard of such a thing. Is it legal?�

Donna nodded. �You�re his guardian until he turns eighteen and well, my Stephanie begged for her medications and even elective surgery long before she was legally allowed to have them.�

The two women talked for a long time before Lucy called it a day.

At home after work that night, Max was his usual problem, arguing, stomping off, refusing to do anything to aid his working mother�s attempt to bring peace to the broken household.

After he left, Lucy cried and cried, confused at what she should do.

The next day at work, Lucy brought up the subject again to Donna who was only happy to help. As she talked, Lucy wrote down all the details. Then, she stopped at the pharmacy on the way home and picked up a few things.

By the time Max arrived home from late night prowling in the neighborhood, Lucy was convinced that what she was doing was for everyone�s good. She felt like she had to save her son from himself, even if it meant changing their lives forever.

Max was surprised when his mom was cheerful at his late appearance. It was almost ten at night when he finally came home. He was nervous that his mom would notice that he was a little stoned and a little drunk, but she didn�t seem to mind.

Instead, she had made cookies and invited him to grab as many as he wanted. She even poured him a large glass of milk to wash them down.

Munchies are a bitch, Max thought as he drank the milk down. He noticed that the milk tasted funny, but figured that its flavor was affected from drinking beer all night with the guys.

While Max slept soundly, Lucy tossed and turned all night. She didn�t like what she had just done, but she also knew that if she didn�t intervene, Max would be reporting to Juvenile Hall before she knew it. She had followed Donna�s pharmaceutical instructions to a tee. She had given her son four dosages of birth control pills in his milk and would be dosing him every day for the next twenty-five days the same way.

Lucy knew she had to break the law during the next week by going to several pharmacies and Planned Parenthood clinics so that she could pick up three months worth of pills from four different locations. Donna was emphatic that Max would need that massive dosage to serve as an intervention.

She had laughed out loud when Donna had referred to �shocking the monkey�. She didn�t know what that meant exactly, but she was game to give it a try.

Max didn�t know he was ingesting the medications. The pills were small and tasteless and as long as he ate one meal at home each day, the pills were buried in the meal. Lucy wrung her hands each day as she thought about it, but Donna had told her that she had a healthy young man who would handle the dosages.

After a week or two of medication, Max seemed to be a bit more subdued and relaxed. The first sign that something was different was when Max said he was staying in and going to bed early one night. He complained that his stomach hurt and he ached all over. When he finished his shower, his mom came in and sat on his bed

Max was wearing boxers and a tee. His hair was wet and slicked back off his face. Lucy looked at her son. He was smiling.

Other than his stomach feeling crampy, Max was pretty good. In the past couple of days, he had felt relaxed and less anxious about thing, almost like he was high all the time without being stoned. And things were going okay at home and well, he liked the feeling. He wasn�t about to tell his mom what he thought about being high and all, so he just smiled a lot.

Lucy talked to her son for the first time in months. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but this was the first time she had seen her son acting pleasant in as long as she could remember. Maybe Donna was right, maybe this is for his own good.

After a few weeks of medication, Max stopped going out at night. He was more content to stay home and watch television. He started doing his homework. He offered to help around the house.

Lucy wondered if the pills were magic. She found herself humming and laughing and even work seemed to be fun. It was amazing how those four little pills she gave him each day were making her life seem so wonderful.

And even Max was surprised when his mom offered to take him shopping on Saturday for some new clothes. Max liked looking good and that pleased him that his mom was interested in taking him out. He was starting to get cabin fever from staying inside the house so much.

They went to the mall and Max was taken back when his mom agreed to buy him just about anything he wanted. He picked out a pair of black, tapered jeans and a black tee shirt. He was surprised when his mom agreed to the clothes that a month ago she was have shook her head and said something about wearing gangster clothes.

When Max put the pants and shirt on and checked himself out in the mirror, he noticed just how tight they hugged his rear. He didn�t remember his pants clinging so tightly along the thighs and around his butt. Max looked himself over for a few minutes. Then he checked his bottom again. It was there. But the pants looked so cool that he still wanted them.

His mom said fine about buying them, but did he want everyone to see his underwear bunching up inside those tight pants?

Max didn�t understand until his mom turned him around and showed him how his boxers were showing through the tight pants. She mentioned that he could wear smaller underwear that would not leave a line. She told him to get back in the dressing room and returned in a few minutes with a pair of white cotton underwear that were very brief.

Max slipped them on. They were cut very close to his body. They were high in the legs and the only extra material pulled his genitals up tightly between his legs. When he pulled up the pants the change was apparent. The white underpants were invisible under the tight jeans and left no lines.

He turned and spoke to his mom, looking on. �Those underpants work, but do you think my butt is getting bigger?�

His mom knew that his butt was changing shape, but she was more interested in how his mind was changing. She had trouble believing that a few birth control pills could change his behavior and his thinking. Sure, he seemed to be calming down, it just seemed so hard to believe that they were working so quickly and efficiently. But, Donna had assured her that female hormones would certainly make her son a different person.

Max was excited about his clothes. As they drove home, he asked his mom if he would wear his new outfit to school tomorrow.

He�s caring about school, she thought. Lucy was full of hope and naturally assured her son that of course he could wear his new outfit tomorrow.

A week later, Max approached his mom to ask for more clothing. Lucy had been holding her breath the whole time. Almost a month had gone by and Max was showing signs of being a different person. He still went out with the guys some nights, but those times were growing fewer and fewer.

He seemed to be more interested in school and less interested in long evenings roaming. Lucy decided not to question the reason why her son was doing the right thing.

They went shopping. As they rode along in the car together, Max said he wanted new pants and tops.

Tops, Lucy thought to herself. Did he just call them tops and not tee shirts?

When they got to the mall, Max immediately picked out more jeans, all tight, all hugging his long legs. Then they looked at tees, some of which were light colored pastels. Pastels? Was her son picking out more androgynous clothing all on his own?

Then he turned and whispered to his mom. � Can you help me pick out more underpants like those you bought for me the last time?�

This time, Lucy grabbed men�s silk briefs and a few men�s thongs. As she brought them to the dressing room, she knocked and opened the door. Her son was standing there waiting without any pants on. She was shocked how his body had changed. His rear was noticeably larger and rounder. Two months? This all happened in two months?

She held out the thong stretching it apart. �This is more of a fashion statement. No rear panel. It�s called a thong and the cup area holds you in while there are no lines in the rear.�

Her son took the pair and slipped off his underwear. Lucy got a second shock when she saw her son�s equipment. Was it smaller than she remembered? It had been a while since she had seen it, but wasn�t a fifteen year old supposed to have more manly genitals?

Lucy tried not to stare.

Then, Max pulled his shirt off over his head. There on his skinny chest, were two enlarged nipples. They were swollen and distended. He stood there silently, but the tears were forming in his eyes. �This all started a couple of weeks ago. I didn�t know what was happening and looked it up on the Internet. It happens to some boys sometimes.�

�What does?� Lucy held her breath.

�Gynocomastia.�

Lucy was puzzled. �What�s that?�

�When boys start to grow breasts.�

�Oh.� �Yeah, the article I read on the internet said most of the time it goes away.�

�Uh-huh.� Lucy�s mind was spinning. What was happening? Was she a bad mother for doing this? Was it going to hurt her son?

�Is it dangerous?� Lucy didn�t know what to say. Did her son suspect her of poisoning him?

�No. As a matter of fact, it�s harmless and well, I�ve been kinda liking it.�

�You have?� Their conversation in the dressing room was turning into a real conversation.

�Well, at first, I was kinda shocked and felt bad. I was afraid some of the gang would notice so I stopped hanging with them and well, that turned out to be okay because they got busted and some of them ended up in juvenile over night. I don�t think I�d want any policeman or any of those guys to see my chest. Oh yeah, do you think my butt is getting bigger? I do.�

Lucy talked to Donna at work the next morning and told her about her discussion.

�Did you buy him a training bra?�

�No. It never entered my mind to do something like that. Should I?�

�Eventually, you have to introduce him to girly clothing to wear under his clothes to school. The thong and the silk briefs were a good idea. I�d do nighties next. Start with plain ones but work up to frills and ruffles.�

Lucy looked at Donna. �Did your son accept that?�

Donna nodded. �Once she had the hormones rushing through her brain and her body nothing seemed to stop her from going girly.�

�Max is doing much better about school and he stopped hanging around the gangs and well, he�s listening to me. Maybe I should stop now and accept him for what he is.�

Donna shook her head. �No, no, no. Wrong line of thinking. You need to move the sissy over so far he can�t get back. You�ve got to crush any of those little masculine thoughts that are left and leave him with one desire and one path. He�s got to want to be a girl or all is lost.�

Donna said that since Lucy had been dosing her boy with the birth control pills for almost three months now, going back to the pharmacy might lead to legal complications. Instead, Donna helped Lucy buy more hormones straight from the internet. She suggested that giving Max more hormones was the right thing to do now.

Max never knew that he was switched to pure estrogen one day. Max was three months into the hormones and well, it was all Lucy could do not to cry whenever she saw her formally bad boy.

He still had his boy haircut. It was short and clipped close around his ears. But one look at his face told a different story. His skin had changed. It was clear and blemish free. The pores seemed to have tightened up. And his complexion glowed with a healthy, rosy look.

His eyes seemed to glisten and shine. It was almost as if his eyes were getting bigger or his face was getting smaller.

Lucy knew that her son�s body was rapidly changing. He had lost muscle weight around his shoulders and his arms while he had gained weight and fat around his hips and his bottom.

Sometimes Lucy looked at her son in shock. When Lucy wondered if this was a good idea, Donna reminded her how it used to be and Lucy kept slipping her son the drugs.

As the days progressed, Max was open to any suggestion his mother would make. Nightwear was changed. Max liked sleeping in under pants and large tee shirts and eventually when his mother gave him a long nightgown, he thanked her saying how soft it felt against his skin.

Max and Lucy never talked about how the rest of the boy�s voices were growing deeper and they were developing hair on their chests, while her son was not. One day, Lucy knocked on her son�s door and was surprised to see him standing there in just a thong, crying.

Max looked much more like a young girl than a boy these days. After six months of being dosed with hormones, his little genitals barely creased his underpants and his breasts had become noticeable buds on his chest.

He turned to her with tears in his eyes. �They�re starting to show. They push through my shirts and I�m afraid that everyone will see them.�

Lucy held her son close. She agreed that Max needed something to hide his newly forming breasts. They took the morning off and went shopping. Max sat in the dressing room while Lucy scouted out sports bras to hold Max�s budding chest in place under his tops.

The first bra he tried on fit just fine. It smoothed the budding nipples and small protrusions, discreetly reducing their size under his top.

Max seemed pleased with the effect. The sports bras held him tightly and choosing a heavier oxford cloth dress shirts made his budding chest invisible.

But, Max�s growing rear end was now too round and too large to just ignore. His changing body was easily noticeable so they settled for baggy jeans to finish out the slightly strange outfit. Sending him off to school in silk panties and cotton sports bra became standard fare and Max wasn�t protesting. He was appreciative that his mom was helping him out.

At work, Lucy was spending a lot of time comparing notes with Donna. �He�s so different. It�s like all the fight has been taken out of him. I like the way he�s helping around the house and how he takes time to talk to me. We�re spending all our time together and he�s doing much better in school. Donna, I think you�ve helped me save my son.�

Donna smiled. �Well, I�ve helped save a child, but he�s not going to be your son for long. Soon, he�ll want to be your daughter.� She outlined the next steps for Lucy.

As Lucy wrote down the instructions, she smiled. �Your timeline is perfect. He�ll have all that time off from school in June.�

�That�s right. And then, you�ll be able to introduce him to sun dresses and high heels.�

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