Ginger

Ginger couldn't wait to close the door to her bedroom, sit down, and relax. Community college was such a challenge. She tried so hard. She listened; she took notes; she studied. But, there was so much to learn. Ginger really wanted to please her mom and Stacy by doing well. Long days wore her out. Maybe it was all the dieting, the pills, the discipline, but at the end of every day, she was exhausted.

She flopped down in her chair. She sat at her little desk and slipped off her heels. Looking down, she was thankful that her legs were tanned and she didn�t need to wear panty hose to class. They were so confining and really uncomfortable to wear in the heat of September. Her mom always reminded her how nice she looked when she wore them. She ran her hands across her smooth legs and smiled. It felt good to get off her feet.

As she was admiring her legs, she glanced at her shoes. She smiled at the thought of the open toed high-heeled sandal on her foot. Stacy helped her pick out that pair and she loved them. They had a two and a half inch heel and were really the cutest. Stacy had such great fashion sense and she would always jump at any chance to take Ginger shopping.

When Ginger thought about Stacy, she felt good. It was great how Stacy had stayed on with them. It wasn�t like she had to. After all, she had her own life now and really didn�t have to stay around. But, it was obvious that Stacy and her mom were still in love and both of them cared so much for her. She was so lucky.

Whenever Ginger and Stacy were out together, people would assume they were mother and daughter. Ginger would smile when the sales girls would tell her how much they looked alike. It made her very proud that Stacy was there with her. She thought Stacey was terrific.

And Stacy was beautiful. She had deep auburn hair just like Ginger. She had a lush figure with pale almost translucent skin. Ginger wished that someday she�d be just as beautiful as Stacy. Every time she complained about how slow her body was developing, her mom or Stacy would remind her to be patient.

Ginger realized she was still tense. She was really uptight after a full day of school. Her neck was sore with tension. Ginger closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Her mom had taught her some meditation stuff that she tried every day.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Ginger tried to imagine a beautiful scene where she was a fairy princess waiting for her Prince Charming. Picturing a beautiful four-posted bed covered with a lacy ruff, a pastel pink coverlet, she saw herself lying back in the soft downy pillows.

In a few minutes, Ginger imagined herself joined on the bed by Fred, the handsomest boy in her class. She felt his lips on hers as he tumbled into the covers next to her tiny body. Her breath quickened picturing his large, strong hands caressing her slim frame.

She imagined Fred caressing her legs, making her smile with pleasure. She pictured Fred drawing back her mini skirt and pushing it up around her waist. She giggled when she pictured him pulling her bikini panties down and as he kissed her hard on the lips, his hand reached between her legs.

She spread her legs as her imaginary prince grasped her little pricky, squeezing it gently. She sighed and spread her legs further so that her lover could use both his hands to make her erect. Rolling her head back and forth, Ginger gasped as Fred pulled and squeezed her little dickie until it was ready to spurt.

Ginger opened her eyes. She was still sitting at her desk, but had pulled her panties down and her mini skirt up. She had her own hand grasping her weenie and pulling it hard. It felt so good.

As she stroked herself, she smiled. She wished her Fred was there with her. Maybe some day, she thought. For now, it would have to be her imaginary lover who would make her shoot her cream all over herself.

A knock on her door brought her back to reality. A familiar voice called out.

�Ginger, honey. I�ve made some tea and was wondering if you�d want to have a cup with me.�

It was Stacy. Ginger told her that she�d be right out and quickly tucked herself back between her legs and pulled up her panties to hold her little stiffy in. Smoothing out her skirt, she ran her hands along her little chest caressing her nipples. Her thin little body was shaking with excitement and she knew she was flushed with the heat of daydreaming about Fred.

She opened her door and walked down the hall. She loved the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She strolled into the kitchen and gave Stacy a kiss. �Mmm, tea. What a great idea.�

Stacy kissed her back. Ginger thought Stacy smelled so good. Gosh, she was so lucky to have a wonderful mom and a great Stacy, too. It wasn�t always like this. She remembered her house back when it was all shouting and yelling and arguments. But, after her dad finally went away and Stacy came to stay, things got so much better.

Her mom was really the best. The way Mom explained it, she knew her dad was unhappy and his anger was just a way of expressing his frustration. And mom was wise enough to help her dad discover his inner self and find Stacy. In time, mom helped dad with Stacy and before long, Stacy was there more and more and dad didn�t come back. The household was so much more loving now.

Stacy smiled and looked down at Ginger�s waist. She reached her hand over and pulled Ginger�s mini skirt out of where it had twisted in with her panties.

Ginger giggled. Stacy had caught her. She blushed thinking about how Stacy knew she had been playing with her little pee-pee.

�Ginger, honey. You need to check yourself out in the mirror before you come out of your room. A proper lady doesn�t go anywhere without checking herself. Why, what if Reverend Smithers had been having tea with us. What would he think if he saw your skirt and panties bunched up like that? With your skirt up, your little dickie is just pointing straight out and leaking through your pretty panties.�

Ginger giggled and straightened herself out properly. Her dickie had calmed down and was easier to tuck away. She checked herself and smiled. �I�ll be more careful, Stacy. I promise.�

Stacy gave her a kiss and held her hand. �Tonight, let me give you a nice manicure and pedicure. I�ll let you pick out the color.�

As the two of them sat and drank their tea, Ginger brought up her breasts again. �C�mon, Stacy. I�m eighteen. I can�t go on being flat-chested forever. It�s just not fair. You went and got such beautiful titties, why can�t I?�

�Ginger, you know your mother and I have discussed it and when the time comes, you�ll get yours, too. But, we�re afraid you�re just not grown up enough.�

Ginger tried not to get angry and pout. She wanted to prove that she was a big girl now and didn�t want to act like a baby. She raised her chin up and held back a tear.

�It�s not fair. I�m in community college, I work real hard, and I deserve to have breasts. It�s not fair. I try to be pretty and without tits I�m just a sissy boy.�

�No, you�re not, honey. You�re more, you�re special. Maybe I can talk to your mom tonight when she gets home from work.�

�Oh, Stacy. You are the best parent I could ever ask for. You are too sweet.� Ginger reached over and put her arms around Stacy and gave her a hug and kiss.

�Now, you go back and study. I want all your homework done before it�s too late tonight. You need to get your beauty rest. I don�t want you up too late.�

Ginger smiled and walked beck to her room. She felt optimistic and hoped that maybe, just maybe she�d get her wish. She felt so good that she gave her bottom a little shake as she walked.

Stacy watched her daughter walk down the hall. She was so proud of her. After all, it wasn�t often that a parent saw her daughter following in her footsteps so early in life.

She reflected on her wife and how she had taken the initiative five years ago. She was so confused back then. Maybe it was the pressures of work, the need to succeed. But, whatever it was, it was destroying their marriage.

Marian was able to see the big picture. She made all the arrangements, she made all the decisions. Sure, Stacy had fought at the beginning. She never thought she needed massive dosages of estrogen and a testosterone blocker. She argued over the implants and the silicon. She didn�t want the facial surgeries. And she especially didn�t want to she herself neutered.

The first six months were hard. She resisted the inevitable changes that Marion had ordered. There were some terrible shocks in those first weeks. It was hard to look at her testicles in a tray instead of inside her body. It was a shock to look in the mirror and see her C-cup breasts, the tiny waist, her shapely hips and rear. It took a long time for her face to recover from the nose job, the chin implant, the brow shave, the vocal chord tightening, the electrolysis, and the laser treatments. Collagen injections changed her cheeks and her lips.

At first, she rebelled. She fought. She thought she hated Marion for doing this to her. But, after a period of time she realized how lucky she was. Where ever she went, people looked at her with either lust or envy. She never paid for a drink, she never wanted for anything. She was surprised how many people wanted to be with her these days.

Marian had arranged for her to retire her job as a stockbroker and cash in all her investments. The surgeries had been costly but she made back more money that first year than ever spent. If you had told her that she would enjoy being a transsexual escort five years ago, she would have probably gotten into a fight with you. That�s the way it was back then.

But, today, the romance of hoping on a plane to fly somewhere to service a new client was exciting. At a thousand dollars a night plus expenses, Tracy could afford anything she wanted. She loved all the pleasure in her life. At it was all Marion�s doing.

Stacy felt the tears in her eyes. She didn�t even hear the garage door closing and the kitchen door opening. She turned to see Marion coming through the door.

Stacy smiled as she fell to her knees on the kitchen floor. She looked at the floor as her Marion approached. She sensed Marian standing in front of her before she saw her shoes. Stacy opened her mouth and licked Marian�s shoes as she pulled them off.

Stacy waited until Marion sat down before she began to lick her feet and massage them with her hands. She worked her way up Marian�s legs and was rewarded when Marian pulled her thong aside allowing Tracy to truly show her appreciation.

Ginger sat in her room at her desk. She had been studying for about an hour when she heard her mother�s car coming up the drive. She knew that she should stay in her room until her parent�s finished their greeting. Sometimes it took them a while to say hello. She knew better than to try to interrupt or spy on them.

She decided to take a break. She reached into her pocketbook and brought out a CD that Fred had handed her on the bus. He hadn�t told her what was on it, but indicated that she should watch it when she was alone in her room.

Stacy opened up to see that it was a PowerPoint slide show. She wondered why Fred would send her this, but started it up anyway.

The title was called Ginger and had her picture. She smiled when she read the dedication to her. Fred was so sweet! And then the slides started. They were all pictures of girls servicing their boyfriends in all sorts of sexual positions. She looked at them carefully and then realized that they weren�t really girls but sissys like her! Some had big dickies of their own pushing them into their boyfriends behinds and some had the sissy licking big cocks or being impaled on a big cock.

Fred was sending her a pretty clear message and she pulled out her cell phone. She punched in Fred�s number and he answered the phone on the first ring.

�Fred. Thank you for the lovely presentation. My answer is yes. I would love to be your sissy.�

Ginger listened and smiled. �Yes, please come over now. I will open my window so you can come in without disturbing my parents.�

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