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To all of My Devoted Loving Lusting Admirers,

I was so X-cited when our friend had propositioned Me for a story based on Me; Rhiannon

or as some of you know Me better as, Mistress Rhiannon. I was so thrilled to see the great

effort that he put into making this literary piece a sensual adventurous tale that filled me

with arousal of intense magnitude. I certainly hope all of you will enjoy it as much as I did.

Perhaps a sequel is in order....???

Whips and Kisses...

Breast Wishes...

Rhiannon

Mistress Rhiannon

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Direction

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The first part of this story is narrated as if from an outside observer.

The next chapters are from the viewpoints of the indicated person.

Collusion - Narrator

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"Hello?" Rhiannon said into the receiver of her cell phone.

"Rhiannon, it's Dawn. We have this year's candidate. Where and when can we meet to

discuss things?" Dawn Whitham asked.

"I'm in the middle of teaching a class right now. I'll stop by your tattoo parlor on my way

home. Will that be soon enough?" Rhiannon asked, warily watching the children for signs of

impending riotous behavior.

"Sure, no great hurry. I'll see you then," Dawn hung up, went out to the parlor, and began

her part of creating a complicated tattoo, awaiting Rhiannon's visit.

Back to the Classroom - Narrator

"Okay you little darlings, Miss Rhiannon has a new song, to teach you," Rhiannon

informed the children.

"This is an old Welch ditty that has been put to a Rock & Roll beat. I think it will play well

in the school assembly later this year. Who here knows where Wales is?" Rhiannon asked the class.

A bright-eyed young girl raised her hand and waited to be, called upon, "Go ahead

Millicent."

"Wales is on the southwest coast of the Isle of Great Britain," she declared confidently.

"Very good, yes Wales is an ancient place, one of legends, myths, and folklore. Many of

these stories were passed down through song, many legends have been put to music over the

thousands of years gone by," Rhiannon told the children, though she had a far away look in

her eye as if remembering the past more than remembering the history taught her.

"It was a time of gods, goddesses, wizards, and magic," suddenly Rhiannon's mind seemed

to leap forward once again to the here and now, "Or so the stories tell us."

"The song we will be learning was written around a very old legend of the warrior woman

Cathain. She was the fiercest warrior of her day, but a very lonely woman because of it. I'm

handing out the lyrics to everyone and we can all read them together."

The papers were quickly, distributed and Rhiannon went on, "This legend should have

something for everyone. It has warriors, great battles, romance, and magic all in one. So boys and girls both will enjoy it."

"Who would like to start us off by reading aloud first?" Rhiannon looked around the room

at the many raised hands, but like many teachers, she picked the quiet boy in the back that had

not raised his.

"Roger, would you start reading for me?" Rhiannon knew that the boys in her class all had

a crush on her. A raven haired beauty with curves to die for, a bust that was nothing short of

amazing, a petite frame which neared their own heights, and eyes which seemed to penetrate

them to their very souls. Therefore, she didn't have to bully the children into doing things for the

sake of their grades, she simply had to ask them to do something for her, and they would quickly

jump to it, just to please her.

Roger obviously just wanted to remain anonymous in the back but Rhiannon was intent

on nurturing all of her children to be all their potentials would allow so Roger held up his paper,

gulped, and began reading aloud, "

The Cathain Legend

By: Grant Lee Phillips

Bid goddess rise from mists of memory

Rise the fair Cathain

In battle the equal of every man

And every lover disdained

Her heart was locked in a round tower's keep

And none that gate could unbar

Till rose a prince in Ulster's east

His name was Conchobar

By day she taught him feats of arms

With sword and mace and bow

By night they kindled passion's fire

That only lovers know

So king and warrior thus were joined

In battles blood and love

The throne belonged to Conchobar

To Cathain the Witch's Glove"

"Okay Roger that was very good. I knew you would do a fine job. Now who should be

next?"

Hands all around rose once again, this time all of the children volunteered having seen the

praise Roger had received.

"I'm so pleased that you all want to participate. I think therefore that we should all read

the rest aloud together. Follow along now.

Dark rivals rose against the king

To challenge for his throne

All Ulster in the balance hung

Without its champion

A druid he sent to sacrifice

An offering to Cathain

A maiden fair with flaxen hair

Not once but two times slain

Two times slain

Ooh ooh ooh

But Cathain she would ne'r return

To fight the kings own war

Till druid did a virgin bring

To Conamara far

The fair Iona pure and sweet

On the self-same table lain

And by the Corclach's hungry stone

The innocent was slain

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

In rage the warrior goddess from

The Western Sea arose

Her bloody gauntlet dealt that day

A thousand fierce deathblows

The kingdom saved her quest complete

She sank beneath the waves

Till Ulster's sons with sacrifice

Bid her return once more"

A huge smile graced Rhiannon's full lips when they finished, "Wow, that was great! Now

all we have to do is, add the melody and were ready."

Rhiannon took out her DVD player and patched it through the room's loud speakers, "As

some of you know, I'm not just a school teacher, I'm the lead singer for my band, Sweet-N-Evil.

I'm only saying this because I had them play the melody without the vocals so we could sing

along."

Most of the children were somewhat stunned to discover that their lovely teacher by day is

the lead singer for a Rock-n-Roll band by night.

"Let's all listen to the melody first," she started the player and the class all listened to the

haunting music and its Gaelic overtones.

That day, the children left school reluctantly. The entertainment and fascinating subject

had enthralled them the whole day long and they couldn't wait to come back tomorrow to see

what Miss Rhiannon would do next.

Roger was the last to leave, as he often would be. He didn't want to leave the loving aura

of Miss Rhiannon to return home to his abusive father. He would never say anything to the

teacher for fear that he would be harmed or worse, his last remaining parent would be taken

from him, leaving him orphaned. He missed his mother terribly.

Dawn Whitham - Narrator

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Rhiannon hopped into her Ferrari and left the school for her visit with Dawn, waving at

young Roger as she went by him.

It didn't take long and Rhiannon swung into the parking lot of Dawn's tattoo parlor.

Dawn came out to greet her. (Hey, nothing sounds like a Ferrari in your driveway, but a

Ferrari in your driveway.)

Dawn moved in for a big hug of her longtime friend, "Damn girl, if I didn't know how long

you've been packing away money for that car, I would think you were a dope dealer or

something."

"You know better than that hon.. I've got investments older than this whole country,"

Rhiannon replied cheerily.

"Don't I know it? You don't look a day over four hundred either!"

"Watch yourself girl, you may be way bigger and stronger than I am but..." Rhiannon

simply let the threat trail off unspoken.

"Uncle! Sheesh, can't a girl tease you without worrying about finding herself eating flies

for the rest of her life?" Dawn backpedaled at warp speed.

"I was only teasing and you know it," Rhiannon declared as she walked into the business

with her friend.

"How long have we known each other now?" Dawn wondered aloud.

"Since you were about six years old hon., about thirty six years," Rhiannon's memory, still

as perfect as it should be.

"And now you look younger than I do," Dawn sighed.

"What's your point?"

"Nothing. I'm just waxing rhapsodic," Dawn shook herself to bring her back to the job at

hand, "We have a new candidate for transferal. This one's a real piece of work."

"Do you think you can handle another one this soon?" Rhiannon asked.

"Yes, I'm hoping for some more bulk anyway," Dawn, confirmed.

"So, tell me about our next victim?"

Dawn grabbed a file folder and handed it to Rhiannon, who took a comfortable seat across

from her and began to thumb through it.

"We are considering this electrician foreman who has numerous complaints against him

from the females that have worked for him, complaints of sexual harassment, women who get the

nastiest jobs, his attitude towards female electricians in general. We have complaints from the

men working for him as well. He was arrested for, assault and battery on three separate

occasions. One reported incident of spousal abuse is in the record. The spouse has passed away

since then leaving him a single parent of one child. His spouse died in a car accident after fleeing

their home one evening. The coroner, a lady friend of mine, determined that many of the injuries

she sustained were from before the accident occurred. She says that in her opinion the reason

for the crash was that her eyes were nearly swollen shut, making it very difficult for her to see."

"This qualifies in so many ways for our kind of punishment, however you stated that there

is a child involved. You know that I disapprove of leaving a child orphaned," Rhiannon stated

flatly, ready to toss the folder away without further consideration.

"You may wish to reconsider when I tell you the rest..." Dawn, with a mixture of anger and

sorrow, on her face, added.

"What could possible make me consider orphaning a child?" Rhiannon asked confident in

her rule's rightness.

"Look at the page with photos from the child's doctor and the emergency room."

"Oh, this poor little guy..." she declared, seeing the bruises and marks the boy sported,

"But orphaning him is still not the solution I would choose."

Dawn swallowed hard and steeled herself for what she knew would be coming, "Loo... ah

Look at the name Miss Rhiannon." Dawn, a hugely muscled woman body builder did not look as

if she would ever be afraid of anything. However, Dawn knew her godmother quite well, and so

she knew what could happen next.

As soon as Rhiannon saw the name printed on the paper, the very air in the room the two

women occupied took on a 'charged' quality. Small sparks jumped from chairs to tables and

from there to other objects in the room.

"Calm down, godmother. Don't shoot the messenger," Dawn cautioned, having been

present before when Rhiannon became enraged.

Dawn's use of the word godmother brought Rhiannon back from a blind unthinking rage,

which would have surely damaged portions of Dawn's parlor.

The fire slowly died down in Rhiannon's eyes and the sparks became fewer until they

finally stopped.

Dawn breathed a huge sigh of relief, "Thanks Rhiannon, I just bought some of this stuff

and I'd hate to have to go find it all again." Dawn smiled and gripped Rhiannon's shoulder in her

strong hand.

"Hank R. Speight! You knew?"

"Yes, I knew he is the father of one of your students," Dawn admitted.

"He's accepted as the next one, but you are going to help with the aftereffects, do you

understand?" Rhiannon's rage was closely held in-check as she stared at the image of the man,

with his hand raised, swinging on his son.

"Yes ma'am, I will do whatever you wish," Dawn pulled her godmother in for a tightly held

hug. "When do you want to do it?"

"Tomorrow night. Does Roger have any other family he can be placed with?" Rhiannon

asked, leafing through the file looking for the information.

"Don't waste your effort. Roger has no one other than his father."

"You've done such a thorough job with this, so tell me who you plan to place the child

with? Neither of us has the lifestyle needed to bring him up properly," Rhiannon rightly

determined. "You're one of the few who know who I really am, and why I couldn't do it."

"Yes godmother, and I know that my bodybuilding and business might not be the best

environment for a sensitive kid like him to grow up in. I have a lady I know who's only child, a

daughter, died a few months ago and is having a hard time filling the hole in her heart."

"Have you spoken with her about the possibilities?" Rhiannon, asked in her all-business

manor now that she was determined to see this through.

"Yes, and she was so hopeful that we could place a child with her. It nearly broke my

heart not to be able to promise her," Dawn declared, "If she gets him, she will dote on him like he

is the only reason for her to live."

"Local?"

"Yes, Roger would still be one of your students," Dawn reassured her godmother.

"It's settled then, tomorrow after school, Roger comes home with me, and Hank finds a

new home," Rhiannon stood, having made her decision. "It's going to be tough onstage tonight to

smile and sing."

"I'm sorry Rhiannon. I know what your students mean to you," Dawn hugged her

godmother once again.

"I'm sorrier that I didn't investigate this myself sooner. I've always felt protective toward

Roger and I should have followed my instincts about him," Rhiannon sadly admitted in self-

deprecation.

"You can't blame yourself," Dawn soothed.

"Poor Roger's life will be forever changed. I just have to believe it will be for the better,"

Rhiannon released herself from the hug and started for the door.

"See you tomorrow Rhiannon," Dawn waved as Rhiannon left her parlor. Dawn shuddered

suddenly, thinking of the rage Hank will be subjected to, the very next day. Dawn knew that her

friend wasn't merely named after the Celtic Goddess of the underworld. She is that very same

goddess.

Later That Evening - Narrator

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Rhiannon readied herself for tonight's performance on stage with her band, 'Sweet-N-Evil'.

Business as usual, however she paused before putting on her face to have a good cry for

her poor student.

Once she had settled down, put on her face, and donned her costume, Rhiannon joined

'Sweet-N-Evil' in front of the crowd. She smiled at the band members and told them which song

would begin tonight's performance.

Rhiannon turned and approached the microphone, saying, "I want to dedicate tonight's

opening song to one of the children I teach. This is for young Roger Speight with my hopes that

his torn life goes in a more beautiful direction starting tomorrow. The name of the song is The

'Cathain Legend,' written by: Grant Lee Phillips."

'Sweet-N-Evil' began to play for the first time on stage, 'The Cathain Legend' as sung by

Mistress Rhiannon.

The haunting melody held the audience spellbound. When she had finished the last verse,

the whole crowd was on its feet. Never had they heard such feeling and emotion poured into a

song.

That evening the performance was impeccable, however, anyone who was asked

afterwards, which song was the best would be heard to answer, "The first one." They might not

remember the name of the song, but they all remembered it was for Roger.

Come the New Day - Narrator

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Just prior to the school day's start, Rhiannon cornered Roger as he entered the school,

"Roger? Can I speak with you for a moment dear?"

Roger was so used to being in trouble for something that he slowly approached as if ready

to bolt should things get sketchy.

Rhiannon noticed right away and put his mind at ease, "You are not in trouble honey. I

just want to apologize to you."

This was something new for Roger. No adult had ever apologized to him before.

Once she had Roger safely alone Rhiannon began, "Roger, I'm sorry I was unaware of your

situation before yesterday. I should have been more observant."

Roger was puzzled at this, "Situation, Miss Rhiannon?"

Rhiannon couldn't resist any longer, she pulled the boy in for a hug.

Roger hadn't gotten a hug like this since his mother had died, which surprised him some,

but not as much as when she released him. For the first time in weeks, Roger was free from

aches and pains throughout his body. Had he inspected himself, he would have noticed that

every bruise and aching joint had disappeared from him.

"Wow, thanks Miss Rhiannon. I feel really good. You're the best hugger ever!" Roger

declared enthusiastically.

"I want you to enjoy yourself today, but before you leave to go home, I need to talk to you

again. Will you wait to talk to me after school?" she inquired, looking deeply into his eyes.

"F... F... for a little while, Dad gets really mad if I don't get home on time."

"Well, you won't have to worry about that. I've arranged things so he will never know you

were late. You trust me don't you?" Rhiannon asked the slight boy.

"More than anyone Miss Rhiannon," he declared definitively.

"Thank you Roger. Now why don't you go and play until school starts?" she let go of his

small hand with a smile.

"You're the best teacher ever Miss Rhiannon," he claimed, blushing as he ran away.

"I just wish that all of life's lessons didn't hurt so much..." she whispered to herself.

School's out For Roger - Narrator

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Rhiannon watched her classroom empty out, all but for Roger who waited as Rhiannon

had asked him to.

Rhiannon walked up to him, took his hand, and said, "Come with me Roger. We're going

for a ride in my car."

Roger could hardly believe his ears. Miss Rhiannon's car was the subject of many

students' awed whispers at the school. It was by far the coolest car any of them had ever seen.

Kids would walk out of their way just to go by it on their way home and Roger was going to get a

ride in it.

Rhiannon had to pretend not to notice Roger pinch himself to be certain that he wasn't

dreaming.

Once Roger was belted in next to Rhiannon and they were tooling from the parking lot

with many of Roger's friends watching him go by, in the Ferrari with Miss Rhiannon, he saw envy

written all over their faces and it made him grin so big it hurt his face.

"Do you like my little car Roger?"

"Oh yes, it's über cool," he admitted, but then he thought better and asked, "You aren't

going to drop me off at my house in this are you Miss Rhiannon." Roger knew that he would

catch hell if his father saw him arrive home in that car.

"Don't worry Roger, you won't be getting beaten ever again," Rhiannon promised him.

'Oh no, I'm being abducted by my teacher...' Roger thought to himself.

"You're not being kidnapped Roger. I am going to help you, and make certain that you are

with a loving parent from now on," she reassured him.

Roger was still quite frightened, so Rhiannon did the only thing she could, to spare him

from his angst, she reached out and touched his head with a single index finger and the boy

slumped over in the soft leather bucket seat, asleep.

'That should hold Roger and keep him safe until I have dealt with Hank,' she thought.

Goddess Enraged - Narrator

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Rhiannon met up with Dawn at her home with little Roger sound asleep in the passenger

seat.

Dawn was expecting them and carried the slumbering boy into her house, laying him on

the pretty guest bed, "He's even cuter in person than in the photos," she exclaimed to Rhiannon

who had followed her into the bedroom.

"I am still very concerned for Roger. I haven't wanted to extract vengeance on anyone in a

long time as much as with Hank," Rhiannon said, looking sadly at the sleeping boy before her.

The two women left him sleeping peacefully. As they closed the door, Dawn stood back

waiting while Rhiannon waved her hands in the air and brought them together in a clap like

thunder, almost more felt than heard. A shimmering luminescence hung a couple inches in front

of the door, continued along the walls to the width of the room, and then disappeared into the

wall at right angles.

"I still love seeing you do things like that! That was a guard spell on the room to protect

Roger while we're away I assume?"

"Yes, no one and nothing of this earth can harm Roger while he is enshrouded in the fog.

(You can't see it outside of the bedroom.) He will be safe and slumbering until I awaken him,

once we are through with this ugly business," Rhiannon sighed and then added, "Are you ready

to do this?"

"Yes godmother," Dawn nodded her assent.

Rhiannon whirled her hands about herself, she seemed to shimmer out of focus, and when

she could be seen again, she was wearing a glittering golden short-skirted gown with matching

thigh-high boots.

Dawn knew this look and was far more terrified of Rhiannon in Gold, than most people

would be of her in jet black. Dawn recognized this as 'Rhiannon the Goddess,' bearing little

resemblance to the Rhiannon the rest of the world knew.

Rhiannon swirled her hands about Dawn next and the muscular lady was dressed in a

similar dress though hers wasn't the same pattern, her mid-drift and arms were exposed,

accompanied by gold armbands and gauntlets. Dawn appeared more warrior than as a tattoo

artist. The outfit was finished off with a golden mask, hiding Dawn's face with that of an enraged

Amazon.

"Let's visit Hank invisibly at first," Rhiannon suggested, snapping her fingers and the two

winked out from Dawn's house, appearing ethereally above Hank in his living room.

Hank was seated in front of his television in his jockeys, swilling beer and staring at a

baseball game, "Where is that fuckin' kid?" he muttered.

"Sum bitch needs to make dinner and clean up this shit hole," he drunkenly declared.

"Hafta teach that fuck a lesson when he gets here. I told him not to be late no more!" Hank

angrily threw his beer bottle across the living room where it exploded into small shards of glass.

"Hafta get mah own damn beer now!"

Hank got up and made his way into the kitchen.

Rhiannon and Dawn floated over to Roger's room and found a very Spartan place. Roger

had a small bed, a desk with a folding chair, a dresser, and very few toys, all of which were neatly

stored on a shelf.

The women floated over Hank's room and discovered a rat's nest. Bed unmade, dirty

clothes strewn about, Playboy Magazines laying open all over, and beer bottles laying all about on

the floor.

The two ethereal women floated back towards the living room, which was tidy, but it was

evident that little Roger was the one charged with cleaning it.

Hank was again, seated in front of the TV and downing another beer, with four more

stacked next to his chair for him to grab so he wouldn't need to get up again soon.

The kitchen was clean and there were only a few dished in the sink, waiting for someone

to wash them, most likely Roger.

"Where the fuck is that worthless fucking kid?" came from Hank in the living room and it

was punctuated with a loud belch.

The air in the room took on an electrically charged quality. Little sparks flew from

furniture to walls and floor.

Even though he was drunk, Hank took notice, "What-the-fuck?" he exclaimed looking all

about the room. He finally saw the two golden female forms solidify right in front of his chair.

"Holy shit, where'd you come from?"

"Hank Roger Speight, the Goddess Rhiannon has come to extract retribution. What do

you have to say for yourself?" Rhiannon announced, her voice ringing as though through an

amplified echo chamber.

"Fuck you ain't nothing but Roger's big tittied teacher! Ha! You come for some of Hank's

cock eh? It don't matter. Whatever you came for, you're in my house, so you're mine!" Hank

rose from his easy chair unsteadily staggering over towards the women he towered over.

"You have confirmed the judgment of Rhiannon with your vile intentions. My enforcer

shall take from you what she needs and leave the rest to me!"

"Yah baby, come and get some!" Hank directed his stagger towards the woman who

appeared chiseled from golden marble.

Behind her mask, Dawn's face broke into a demonic grin, closely approximating the one

her mask sported.

As soon as he was within reach, Dawn wrapped her hugely muscled arms around Hank

who immediately went limp as she lifted him off the floor.

"What you doing?" Hank cried out, totally helpless in her steely grip.

Rhiannon chanted, "Dha nerth remüvya an Dawn." ( * See translation at the end.)

To any casual observer they would have seen Hanks arms shrink in bulk, his muscular

legs diminish in mere seconds, his shoulders and chest loose all their definition, his stature

diminish, and his face become almost androgynous.

At the same time, Dawn appeared to gain size and definition to her entire physique. Dawn

grew no taller, nor did she take on any masculine attributes, and in fact her breast size increased

substantially.

When she was done with him, Dawn could hold up what was left with one hand. She had

to bunch up his clothes though, lest they fall off him.

"Rhiannon wishes to see what is left of his manhood," Rhiannon declared, more for Hank's

sake than her own. Rhiannon had seen this enough times before to know exactly what was left.

Dawn allowed Hank's pants to fall to the floor from his thin hips and near anorexic body.

"I don't think you will be using that for a weapon again Hanky. You're not hung any better

now than most ten year old boys," Rhiannon taunted.

Hank now as weak, as a kitten, looked down at his crotch and upon seeing his shriveled

penis and testicles, he began to cry.

"You don't deserve to be a man Hank. Beating that poor sweet son of yours, Roger, and

his mother, you have abused your strength, and now you've lost it. Should there be any doubt in

your mind, you've also lost Roger. I shall take him to my bosom and he shall be reborn to a

loving parent who will appreciate what a special person Roger is."

"Finish disrobing him," Rhiannon ordered.

Hank was easily slipped out of his now, oversized clothing. He looked like a scrawny

teenage boy, who is small for his age.

"I could leave you like this Hank. You would never become stronger. You would never

become larger in any dimension, no matter how much you worked out, or how many steroids you

took. You would never become more masculine in any way. However, never let the Goddess

Rhiannon be said to be compassionless. Prepare yourself Hank. The Goddess of metamorphosis

will give you a life where being small and weak can be an asset."

Rhiannon raised both hands, fingers splayed widely over her head, in an attitude

reminiscent of someone ready to pounce on their prey.

She began to chant, "Dewes Rhiannon brüsy hem tebeles dhe an deleth cussya a benenek

tekter ha yeunes." ( ** See translation at the end.)

Pink clouds of smoke emanated from her palms and directed towards the form on the

floor, which lay in a fetal position. Hank seemed to soften and fill out some. Hank's butt spread

wider and plumped up into twin soft crescents.

His face seemed to shrink and become all eyes and lips, accented by high cheekbones and

a small upturned nose.

Hank's narrow shoulders began moving together sporting large soft nipples hanging in

front and between them. Behind those enlarging nipples, there appeared to be balloons, which

were quickly being, inflated. Larger and larger they became, as his nipples puffed out like

marshmallows on top of the balloons.

Hank moaned and you could hear it gain in pitch until it reached unrealistically high

tones, like those of tiny young girl.

His waist pinched in, farther and farther becoming ridiculously small in circumference.

The last thing to go Hank reached out to hold onto, attempting to keep it from slipping

away. However, it did no good, Hank's once proud cock shank away in his dainty little hands

until he was gripping his clitoris, centered above his new, long, wet slit.

Hank's changes kept going until he was any male's wet dream girl.

Hank couldn't seem to release his clit and discovered that his vulva was drooling a huge

puddle of lubrication onto the rug. Hank twisted and yanked on his hand trying to let go, but

the more he did, the wetter, and the shorter of breath he became.

Without ever having meant to, Hank orgasmed in gushing bliss in no time.

His orgasm seemed to cloud his mind, though he continued to try to release his clitoris.

Hank soon discovered that since now he was a girl, he could easily be, brought to orgasm time

and time again. After Hank had yanked himself to a half dozen mind numbing orgasms, his

mind could no longer take the intense stimulation and he fainted.

"Gather up that nymphomaniac slut and bring her with us," Rhiannon ordered Dawn, and

being familiar with the drill, she lifted the soft creature into her strong arms as Rhiannon

teleported the two to Dawn's tattoo parlor and the locked rooms it contained in the basement.

"Good news girls! I brought you another playmate. When she wakes up, I'll put her in

with the rest of you to get acquainted," Dawn announced as she placed the unconscious form

onto a femininely draped bed in an empty cell and locked it behind her.

Roger's Dilemma - Narrator

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"Now we do the hard part," Rhiannon sighed, as she translated them back to Dawn's

house.

"Do you want to change us before... or should we do this in official garb?" Dawn asked

Rhiannon as they approached the spell locked room.

"Roger needs to know," Rhiannon informed her, "So now, another mortal will grow up

knowing my secret. However, I don't mind this one. He reminds me of one forty years past."

"I know dear godmother. I hope he acclimates well," Dawn agreed with her ancient friend.

Rhiannon slid her hand through the shimmering field as if it were a knife blade, bursting

the bubble of protection. She opened the door and the two entered to watch over Rogers' sleeping

form.

"Awaken my child," she commanded.

Roger yawned and stretched. When his eyes beheld his teacher decked out and

shimmering with golden power, standing next to a woman with more muscles that he had ever

seen on a lady he let out a tiny shriek.

"Calm yourself Roger Lukas Speight," Rhiannon spoke in that echoing voice she had used

with his father not long before. "Rhiannon, Goddess of the Moon, has taken you into her

protection. Your sole remaining parent, Hank, has been punished for his many crimes against

you, your mother, women, and others in general. I regret deeply that this means you will never

see him again," tears were streaming from her eyes, "Fear not my child. Rhiannon will replace

that which you have lost, with better than you had. If you will allow me to, I will explain further,

though I prefer to do it as your friend and teacher, not as the Goddess Rhiannon. May I?"

Roger's eyes were the size of saucers as he nodded his ascent.

Rhiannon whirled her hands first around Dawn, and then about herself, restoring both

Dawn and herself to the clothing they were wearing when first this evening began.

Rhiannon now in the dress and voice Roger was familiar with came to the boy and sat on

the bed next to him.

Dawn took the opposite side, as she was now much softer looking without, her muscles

being pumped up, and having her heart go out to the young boy's plight.

"Roger, I want you to meet my friend, Dawn Whitham. I have known Dawn since she was

as young as you are now," Rhiannon introduced.

"H... how can that be? She looks older than you do Miss Rhiannon," he stammered,

momentarily having forgotten all about how mad his father would be when he came home late.

"I was not just play-acting a minute ago Roger. I really am a Goddess. I was constrained

to live on earth after I fell in love with and married a mortal. His name was Pwyll. (Pronounced

Poo-ul.) He died long ago and I loved him deeply," Rhiannon explained.

Roger dove at her, hugging her, saying, "I'm so sorry Miss Rhiannon."

"Thank you dear. It has been over a thousand years since I lost him, but I still know the

pain. I grieve with you too Roger. You lost your mother not long ago, and now I have been forced

to take away your father. I can help fill those holes in your sole, if you agree to what I propose. I

won't make you do it, but I believe for you, it will be best. I know how your father was treating

you. How you cooked, cleaned, and waited on him, only to receive beatings for your love and

efforts. You deserve better and I want to see that you get it."

"Is he really gone?"

Rhiannon nodded her head to affirm that he was.

"Your father isn't dead. You need to know this. You would never recognize him if you

were to see him again. His form was changed to aid in his punishment. Goddess Rhiannon does

not kill to punish. She has far better ways to show mortals the error of their ways," Rhiannon

elucidated.

Roger's eyes lost focus as the knowledge sank in. He finally spoke, "I hope you don't think

I'm rotten Miss Rhiannon, but I can't cry for him."

"No, Roger, I think you might cry for him later. However, he doesn't deserve it. You need

to start a new life and I want to help you do that. Do you trust me?" Rhiannon asked the boy.

Roger looked at his small hands and meekly said, "I trust you Miss Rhiannon. What do

you want to do with me?"

"For one thing Roger, your father's disappearance has made things so that you couldn't be

in my school anymore if you remain, who and what you are. It would be necessary to have you

placed in a foster home, and at your age, those are usually a dead end. I don't want to have that

happen. I know a lady in the area who lost her daughter in a tragic accident recently and she

needs a child as much as you need a parent."

"The difficult part is, I want you to remain my student, and to live a fulfilling life with me

near to watch out for you. What will have to happen to do all these things is that Roger must be

gone. I will have to make you appear to be someone else entirely. Would you allow me to do that

for you?" Rhiannon asked.

"I guess so Miss Rhiannon. Who would I be?" Roger questioned.

"I want to make you so that no one would ever suspect that you are Roger, and to make

the lady who would be your mother happy again. That would mean I have to make you a girl,

Roger. You don't have to decide immediately, but I need an answer tonight, before things happen

that might make it awkward for us," Rhiannon cautiously put her plan to the sweet boy.

"Would you make it so I like being a girl?" Roger asked, with his eyes wide with wonder.

"I guarantee it. One thing that I must insist on though, is that you can never tell anyone

who I really am and what I can do. That can be hard sometimes, just ask Dawn, she's kept my

secret for forty years."

"It has been difficult godmother, but it has also been one of my greatest joys, knowing

you," Dawn squeezed her godmother's elbow to accent her admission.

"Won't the other kids know it's me in a dress?" Roger fretted.

"Let's see if you know it's you in a dress and I think that will tell you," Rhiannon stood,

holding her hands as she had with Hank, "Hem tullwysk a gwregoleth rak ty," the pink smoke

gathered about the boy, as she chanted. ( *** See translation at the end.)

The changes he underwent were nowhere near as drastic as his father had experienced.

Roger's nipples became soft and puffy, his face rearranged in such a way that he might be

mistaken for one of Rhiannon's relatives, as it took on a softer look. Unlike his father, Roger's

clothes morphed with him, becoming a pretty, pink, sun dress with knee high socks and patent

leather shoes.

Rhiannon took Roger over to a mirror, "Do you know this person?"

"Never seen her before," Roger admitted, looking the new him up and down, having trouble

believing it was he that looked back.

"Would you mistake what you see for a boy?"

"No way!" Roger agreed.

"Will you be this lovely girl for me, so that I may introduce you to your mother?" Rhiannon

asked.

Roger rather uncouthly, grabbed his crotch, to make certain that it was as it now felt to

him, "Wow this feels weird... but it's okay."

"You won't be looked at as a boy in a dress, or even as Roger who was turned into a girl,

you are a real girl and you don't look anything like you did. Your classmates will get to meet the

new girl," Rhiannon reassured the changed girl.

"What's my name? If I'm to be someone else what should I be called?"

"How about Tamara? That was the name of an old friend of mine. She was a protector

and a water goddess. Do you like that name?" Rhiannon asked the still stunned newly minted

girl.

"Did she have big boobs too?" she asked innocently.

Rhiannon and Dawn both laughed heartily.

"Yes, she was even bigger than I am," Rhiannon recalled, "A great river flowed from her

breasts to protect all of Cornwall."

"Wow, she had really big boobs then! Am I going to have boobs that big when I grow up?"

"Well, you won't be a goddess, but yes, you will have some lovely huge boobs. That is if

you want them," Rhiannon added the caveat to allow the new girl to decline having them.

"Oh no, if I have to be a girl I want to be pretty like you," Roger hugged Rhiannon tightly,

and knew that he was no longer Roger, but now, Tamara.

"Don't be alarmed now Tamara. Dawn and I need to change again," with that, Rhiannon

took on her 'official' persona and translated the three of them to the home of Tamara's potential

mother, Conni Cromwell.

They found Conni sitting at her kitchen table eating a light supper. When the three

popped into existence across the table from her, she dropped her fork with a clatter and a sharp

intake of breath.

"Fear not, Conni Ashleigh Cromwell. The goddess Rhiannon is not here to harm you.

Rhiannon has heard of your loss and broken heart. Rhiannon is here to offer something to fill

the hole in your heart. Know that should you accept, how well you perform will be closely

watched. Rhiannon offers you the opportunity to be mother to this orphan, who is part of her

heart. How say you Conni?"

"I must be dreaming... but on the wild chance that I'm not, yes, I would love to have

another daughter," Conni declared with a suspicious expression on her face.

"Conni, meet your new daughter, Tamara Ashleigh Cromwell. Come the morning, you will

discover that legally Tamara is the fraternal twin to the daughter you lost. Care for her well, lest

Rhiannon discover your failings," with that Rhiannon and Dawn disappeared, leaving Tamara

and Conni alone in the kitchen.

Tamara's Story - Tamara

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

I woke up in the middle of a big bed in what looked like a girl's room. I must have fallen

asleep in Miss Rhiannon's car.

Miss Rhiannon, in a golden dress stood near, with another golden lady, who has really big

muscles. The two of them seem to shimmer and glow as I stared at them.

I yelped, but Miss Rhiannon told me that she was really a Goddess. I know better than to

contradict grownups so I just listened.

She told me that she had punished my dad, but more likely, he's been arrested again,

which means that when he gets home I'm going to get it.

I started to believe her when she changed out of the golden dress right before my eyes and

I could finally see the face of the other woman.

Her voice changed too, now it was as she is at school.

The things she told me were so incredible and sad. She really must be a goddess

especially if the other woman is really younger than she is.

She told me that dad isn't dead, but that I won't see him again. Who will take care of me

now? True, dad wasn't much, but he was all I had.

When she offered me a new mother, that was tough enough to believe, but when she

added that she wanted me to be a girl too, I was starting to have trouble accepting that. Girls

look way different than boys do and I would look funny wearing a dress. Everyone would laugh

and call me names.

Miss Rhiannon turned golden again and said some strange words, which made me feel all

funny. The next thing I knew, I'm standing in front of a mirror looking at a really pretty girl that

I've never seen before, but her lips move when mine do.

I had to make sure the strange feeling I had between my legs was real, cause it felt like my

thing was gone. When I grabbed myself down there I knew it was true. It felt like my butt went

all the way from back to front!

If I wasn't sure that Rhiannon was a goddess before, I sure am now.

She named me after a friend, another goddess in fact. The funny part is that she says

when I grow up I'll have big boobs like her. That's cool because I always liked Miss Rhiannon's

big bumps. They make all the men act so silly when she's talking to them and she stands out

from all of the other women. I don't understand why some of them look at her so funny though.

Suddenly Miss Rhiannon... uh, no... Goddess Rhiannon, Dawn, and I are in another

house with a lady eating a salad. I think she almost passed out when we popped in.

Goddess Rhiannon asked her to be my mom and she accepted! This is neat. Maybe I will

be okay after all.

When Goddess Rhiannon and Dawn disappeared, my new mom and I were alone in her

kitchen.

"Y... y... you're still here?" Conni stammered.

"Yes mother, where else would I be?" I asked.

Mother leapt up from the table and grabbed me in a bear hug, "Oh dear god, I have a

daughter." She began soaking my new dress with her tears.

I wasn't sure how to take her crying so I asked her, "You are going to be my new mother,

aren't you?"

"I don't really know what just happened, but if it is true, I so want to be your mother, that

it hurts," Conni wept.

"It was real mother. The goddess Rhiannon promised to replace my father with a loving

mother," I told her, because if I'm a girl now, it had to be real.

"You had a father?" mother asked me.

"Yes, but Rhiannon punished him for hitting me so much and so, he can't be my father

anymore. She said you needed a daughter and I needed a mother. Am I okay for a daughter? I

don't know much about being a girl, but I'll try really hard," I promised.

"How can you not know how to be a girl sweetie?"

"Because I was a boy a half an hour ago," I told her.

The next thing I know, mom has passed out onto the floor. I didn't know moms got drunk

too, so I did as I would for dad. I slipped a comforter that I found on the sofa under her and

dragged her to the couch. Then I piled up cushions in front of the couch and rolled her up onto

the sofa, making sure that she was on her side, in case she threw up. I took off her dress and

folded it up on the coffee table so it wouldn't be wrinkled.

I put everything back where it was and then washed mom's plate. It took me a few

minutes to find out where she kept the dishes so I could put it away.

I went in to check on mom and she was okay. It was awfully quiet though. I'm used to

dad leaving the television blaring on some kind of sports game.

I was on my knees looking into her face to see if she was all right when her eyes opened.

That never happened with dad so I asked, "Are you okay mom?"

"What? What happened?" she mumbled.

"You passed out, just like dad used to. You're not going to hit me are you? I did

everything right didn't I?" I asked her worriedly.

"What? Where's my dress?"

"I folded it on the coffee table. I didn't know where you keep your clothes," I figured that

might be a good enough excuse that she wouldn't be mad.

"How the heck did you get me onto the sofa, little one?" Conni asked, now starting to come

fully awake.

"The same way I used to do for dad. He was a lot heavier, but I was a little stronger then

too. I made a pile of cushions and rolled you up there," I supplied. It's funny dad never asked

how he got onto the couch."

"You dear sweet thing! I'm so sorry!" Conni declared, weeping and holding Tamara tightly.

"I didn't 'pass out' honey. I fainted. I can't believe you took care of me though. I should be

taking care of you."

"That's okay, I'm used to it," I told her, "but I'm more used to getting hit than hugged. I

like being hugged a lot better."

"I don't know who your father was honey, but whatever Rhiannon did to him, I hope one

day he realizes what a treasure he lost. Come with me sweetie. I want to show you around your

new home," Conni said, picking me up and heading for the kitchen.

"Where... what happened to my dirty dishes?" Conni asked aloud.

"I washed them and put them away," I told her, but I began to tremble, thinking that she

might not have been done eating. "I hope you were done..."

"Oh my god! You're trembling. What's wrong honey?" Conni forgot all about the dishes.

"You're not going to hit me are you?" I worried.

"Never! I promise Tamara. I will never hit you, ever!" Conni swore.

"Okay..." I was glad she said that but it was hard to stop shaking.

"Don't worry, I was done eating. Thank you for cleaning up my mess too," she confirmed,

stroking my long blonde hair. "I am beginning to really hate your father dear. Why don't you try

to forget that life now and relax while we look around, okay?"

"Okay. Wow, you smell nice," I declared, nuzzling into her shoulder.

"Thank you honey. I will make you smell pretty and teach you everything about being a

girl. When you told me that you were a boy before, I couldn't handle all of the new things that

had happened tonight, that's why I fainted, not because I was inebriated... uh, drunk," Conni

realized that I might not know the big word.

"Uh, I think I need to go, but I don't know where the potty is and I never went as a girl

before," I informed my new mom.

"Oh my! Well, come on," she carried me to the bathroom and set me on the floor.

I went to pull out my thing, but it wasn't there anymore.

"You really were a boy! Here darling, pull your panties down and sit on the seat as if you

were going poop," she told me, while helping me with my soft undies.

"Gosh, those feel lots nicer than my old shorts," I said, holding onto her to steady myself.

Conni giggled, "Sweetie, if you like that, I promise that you'll never have to wear anything

but the softest, smoothest, prettiest things I can find. Okay, sit down."

I sat on the seat with my panties around my ankles and nothing happened. I looked over

to mother worriedly.

"Relax your butt muscles hon.," she instructed.

That seemed to work as I heard the pee flowing into the bowl, but it splashed all over my

bottom, "Oops, I got some pee on me..." I blushed.

Conni laughed brightly, "Sweetie, girls always do, that's why you have to wipe when you

are done. Here wipe like this," she showed me how by wiping my butt for me.

"Thank you," I told her, nobody had been this nice to me since mom died.

"It is my pleasure dear. Now pull up your panties and wash you hands."

We both washed our hands and when we were done, she hugged me again, "God, I love

you. I am so happy I can't hardly stand it."

"I love you too mother," I replied. It was strange calling her that, but it felt right.

Conni led me to a bedroom and walked me to the bed, which she lifted me onto, "This is

going to be your room. I know my daughter would want you to have all of her things. I kept it

just the way she had it before..." Conni couldn't finish that sentence.

"I'm sorry mommy," I held her and she stopped her tears.

"You are almost too good honey," Conni assured me, "I should be comforting you."

"Why? I have a new mom who won't hit me and a pretty room with lots of new things," I

asked her mystified as to her concerns.

"Never mind right now hon.. Tomorrow you and I are going shopping and I'm going to

spend a small fortune on you. Would you like that?" she smiled reassuringly.

"It's not my birthday or anything," I informed her because I didn't want her to spend a lot

of money for no reason.

"I know sweetie. I want to do something for you because you made me so happy. I want

you to have some of your very own things too, not just hand me downs."

"I don't mind using my sister's clothes and stuff," I offered. I must have said something

really bad because she began weeping really hard.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, whatever I said. Don't cry..." I frantically told her, hugging

her around the neck.

"No... no, Tamara, you didn't say anything wrong. You made me so happy when you

referred to my daughter as your sister. God she would have been so happy to have had you as a

sister."

"Okay, I just thought..."

"Shh... honey, it's getting late and I need to get you into a soft and pretty nightie," Conni

stated, standing and going to a drawer in the white, flower covered dresser, "Hmm, I think this is

the right one." Conni pulled out a sheer baby blue baby doll and held it up for Tamara to see.

"Girls wear those to bed?" I was astonished. I had never seen anything like it.

"Strip Tamara and I will enfold you in softness," Conni smiled knowing I would love the

feeling.

I started taking off my shiny black shoes and socks, which wasn't difficult. Next, I

dropped the panties, but I couldn't find where the dress was fastened to me.

Conni giggled at my struggles and said, "Here honey, it's zippered up the back," and she

unzipped me, letting the dress fall to the floor.

I was surprised to find out that I had something around my chest, "What's this?"

"Oh my, honey, you're wearing a training bra already. Here, I'll get it off you," Conni told

me as she unhooked it.

I looked it over and saw a pretty, pink rose in the middle of it.

"Oh goodness, I guess you needed that bra too," Conni said in mild shock.

"Huh?" I said, looking down at my chest. I was surprised to see big soft nipples with tiny

bumps behind them, "What happened to me?"

"Nothing sweetie. You are just developing a little earlier than most girls your age. It's

nothing to worry about. I bet you will have boobs like your protector, Rhiannon, when you grow

up," she remarked chattily as she looked over my new body. "You are quite developed for a eight

year old. I suppose that was a gift from your goddess."

I was a little ashamed so I told mom, "I was afraid I wouldn't look like a girl when she

changed me. I think she wanted me to feel like a real girl."

"You sure look like one honey. Hold still, now step into these panties," Conni held them

for me to get into, "Now prepare yourself," she said as she floated the gossamer top over my head.

The silky feeling whispered to my soft skin all the way down. I shivered.

"Does that feel nice?"

"It makes me feel like I peed a little..." I confessed with a blush.

"That's what happens to girls when they get excited honey. It's like when your thing got

hard before, very natural, and good, for you. We'll talk about that more later though," she

assured me.

I yawned big.

"You must be tired sweetie, gosh, especially after hauling my big body around the house. I

can't thank you enough for that. You're so special. I promise to do my best to deserve an

extraordinary girl like you," she kissed my cheek, turned down the bed, put me into it, and then

tucked me in.

"Thanks," I said with a tear in my eye.

"What's the matter? Why the tear?"

"I haven't been tucked in since mom died..."

She hugged and kissed me saying, "Get used to it, because I'm tucking you in for a long

time."

Mom turned out the lights and I let the darkness take me.

Hank's World - Hank

I was startled when those golden bitches appeared in my place, but when the one hugged

me, and I shrank, I knew that it was just another drunken nightmare.

Therefore when the little one with huge giant knockers started chanting and turned me

into a booby slut, it was just more nightmare to me. Of course, I've never orgasmed like that in a

dream, but there is the first time for everything.

When I woke up though and saw the huge woman with the muscles towering over me I

began to think it might not have been a dream.

The woman grabbed my huge nipple and twisted it painfully and I screeched in a voice so

high I scared myself.

"Wondering where these lovely nipples came from bitch? Are you wondering why I'm so

big and you're so small?" Dawn began her training of the new addition to her stable. "Well if you

remember in your drunken stupor, I took your strength and a very pissed off goddess made you

into a slut."

"Got to wake up now Hank," I told myself in a Munchkin high female voice. "Got to make

sure that worthless kid made my lunch and left for school..."

That statement got me punched square in the mouth, bam! I had never seen stars like

that before. I screamed like a sissy. 'What the hell is going on?' I thought.

"If ever I hear you refer to that incredible, loving child like that again bitch, you will regret

it for all time!" Dawn screamed into Hank's swollen lipped face.

'Maybe that could get me out of this?' I thought, so I said, "Where is Roger?"

"There is no Roger anymore. Roger was taken by the goddess Rhiannon to his reward for

putting up with a scumbag father like YOU!" Dawn screamed three inches from Hank's new face.

Dawn smiled and added, "Not that you could father anything with the pussy between your

legs now! Haw, haw, haw!"

My hand moved like lightning to my crotch to confirm what I already knew to be true.

"Horny already this morning Hanky? That I am prepared to help you out with," Dawn

declared, moving back away from Hank.

"Stand up bitch, you need a bath!" Dawn ordered.

I must not have stood quickly enough, because Dawn snatched my hair and pulled me to

my tiny feet. "Ahh," I yelled.

"You had better get it through that air head of yours slut, you do what I say, when I say it,

and as quickly as possible! You got that slut?" Dawn whispered menacingly into my shell-like

ear.

"Yes ma'am," I squeaked back.

"I love the silly voice Rhiannon gave you, it makes you sound like such a sex toy," Dawn

exclaimed, "Now, follow me and be quick about it."

She set me back onto my feet, which were hard to keep flat on the floor as I followed her.

The way my body jiggled and shook with every step was distracting to say the least. I found

myself staring at the giant mountains of flesh hanging off the front of me, getting hotter with

every step.

"That's right, take your drooling snatch into the bath tub and start washing," she

commanded.

I was too frightened of what she might do if I disobeyed, so I quickly climbed into the

warm, sweet smelling bath water. "Ooh," I moaned as the oily water swept over my voluptuous

body.

"I can see your new body's imperatives have begun to take over. Soon you will be

operating on autopilot. Yielding to that body's every yearning," Dawn laughed demonically.

I forgot what she was talking about almost immediately. The feeling of the soap sliding

over my soft, smooth body was foremost in my thoughts. When I soaped up my voluminous

breasts I nearly slipped below the water. Every rub on them had me moaning and my split

bottom was nearly burning with desire.

"Do you like having boobs Hanky? Where is that macho swinging dick attitude now?"

Dawn taunted, even though she knew that, my feminized male mind was enshrouded in the

pleasures of my new flesh. She knew I could hear her, but was unable to do anything about it.

After I had washed all over, though my being new to femininity, I hadn't known that I

missed a vital spot, so the muscle broad said, "That was very good Hanky, but you missed a

spot."

Dawn took a fat douche bag from a nearby hanger and hung it back up near the tub.

When she grabbed the business end to hand to me, my eyes grew round as teacup saucers, "You

need to shove this up inside you hon.. I'll handle turning the flow on."

I knew that if I didn't immediately do as she ordered, I would wind up in pain. I grabbed

the penis shaped end from her and began slowly easing it into my new cunt.

'This is so humiliating!' I thought as it pushed out the inner walls of my vagina.

I knew about douching. I was married at one time, but this wasn't quite the same. I could

feel a warm, thick oil begin oozing out from between my legs into the water, "What the Fuck?" I

exclaimed.

I was slapped upside my head, "My bitches don't swear. Don't make me remind you

again!" Dawn growled.

Everything seemed to feel better, or hurt more than I have ever experienced before. I was

almost shocked when I began crying.

"Aw, did I hurt the big strong Hanky?" Dawn asked in a 'cutie' voice. "How's it feel to be

the little, soft, easily-hurt person? Don't you wish you were that big strong mean asshole that

you were yesterday? It wouldn't have done you any good though. I am easily twice as strong as

you ever were."

"However, I don't want you to think that I will hit you whenever you do something wrong.

You won't be hit, after your training is complete. Until then, I must be strict. You will be in

training for at least a month so get used to it, bitch. The more feminine you act, the less likely

you are to be punished. You are here to learn to be a proper slut, and you will learn it well."

"Ah, it looks like your lubrication is finished. Pull out the probe but insert this right

away," Dawn handed me a penis shaped dildo with an indent around the base next to the flat

bottom.

I whimpered but did as she ordered. The dildo slid in easily, bottomed out and my labia

tightened around the indent, keeping the dildo from falling out.

Dawn grabbed a towel and had me stand while she draped it around me, helping me out of

the tub. I started to rub myself dry with the towel and quickly discovered that my new skin was

way too delicate for that kind of thing.

"I bet you won't forget that lesson. It hurts to rub a towel on your girly soft skin now,

doesn't it?"

"Y... yes," I stammered.

"You are just a sissy weak girl now Hanky. Here, you need two towels now that you're a

girl," Dawn said, handing me a towel for my long blonde hair.

I looked at it, but had no idea how to wrap it around my head.

"You are pathetic! Here, flip your hair forward, now wrap the towel like this," Dawn

instructed.

Once she had it on me I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw an incredibly sexy 'Gent

Magazine' type model in a big fluffy towel staring back at me. A tear began rolling down her

cheek as I watched.

"Aw, poor baby. Maybe you should have been a human being and you wouldn't be in that

gorgeous sexy body. You heard Rhiannon's curse, didn't you?"

"I heard her say some mumbo jumbo," I replied.

"Yah, well that mumbo jumbo is an ancient Celtic language. I'll translate it for you. The

first thing she said was, 'Your strength transfers to Dawn,' which you probably could have

guessed from the outcome. The second thing she said was, 'Goddess Rhiannon sentences this

wicked person to the suitable curse of womanly beauty and yearning.' I'll let that meaning unfold

to you over the next couple of weeks," Dawn said, snickering.

"Now, slip these panties on and then I'll help you with the bra," Dawn told me, handing me

some pink lacy panties.

I pulled those on without incident, but when she wrapped the bra around me and fastened

it in place, I moaned like a slut.

"Good girl. Acting like a slut is exactly what I want to see. Keep that up and maybe you

will be through with training early," Dawn declared while she finished the adjustment of the

straps.

I wasn't expecting the garter belt she slipped onto me, or the silk stockings, which followed

that.

When the slip flowed over me as if it were whispering to my skin all the way down, I

shuddered and moaned, which made Dawn quite happy.

"Hanky, look at those nipples poking through your bra as if they were screaming, 'Horny

bitch here'," Dawn snickered as she ran her hand over my protruding nipples, which only served

to make them more pronounced. "Just like walking around with a boner."

I could feel my face heat up.

"Well, you have blushing down. Let's go on to the next sissy girl lesson. First though, you

might want to pee," she pointed to the toilet.

'Oh, pee,' I thought. 'Okay, no stupid typical male mistakes.'

I walked over to the toilet. Pulled down my panties... well I tried to pull down my panties.

They stopped right at the top of my nylons.

"This lesson is to remind you that when wearing a garter and hose, always lace the straps

of the garter through your panties so that you can slip them off when you want to pee," Dawn

instructed.

I unlatched the hose and pulled my panties down, and then I could sit and pee. I even

remembered to wipe my... my... my butt, before standing back up. This time I affixed my garter

straps to the hose and then pulled my panties up. 'Oh my god, did I just think that? 'I pulled up

my panties'?' I thought to myself in near panic.

"You look like you've just come to the realization that you'll be wearing panties for the rest

of your days, didn't you Hanky?" Dawn mocked. "Well it's even worse than that, but you'll figure

that out for yourself soon enough."