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Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#15
Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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                  Part - 15 

Telling Barbara to go back to the kitchen and to fetch my briefcase (and
a glass of water as well) and then telling Ann to go get some warm wet
wash cloths from his bathroom, I then held onto Peter as he softly cried
in my arms, as all the while I sat there wondering to myself how in the
hell had he gotten such a strong reaction from the biofeedback unit that
would cause him to autoejaculate!

Coming back almost in the same instant it was Barbara that I turned to
first, as I told her to set my case down on the bed and to then open it
up, as I then leaned forward and looked inside and instructed her to
remove the clear plastic pill bottle (that held the small red pills) and
to then open it up, and to then shake out two of them and to then hand
them to me.

At which point I then pulled his tear lined face away from my shoulder
(which was soaking wet), and got him to take the two pills into his
mouth, and then to take a couple of small sips of water as well at which
point I told him to swallow (which he did) as I once again held him as I
waited for the sleeping pills to then take effect.

Eventually the sobs lessened and then stopped altogether, and then when
I felt a measured even breathing, as the powerful tranquilizers I had
just given him took ahold of him at which instant I then asked Ann and
Barbara to help me to lay him back down on his bed (as he was all dead
weight) so we could clean him up.

First thing I did was to quickly remove the electrodes from off of him,
which after explaining to them ( as they were understandingly concerned
) that they were only for measuring things like his heart rate and brain
wave activity ( and of course frequency and size of his erections ), and
that they hadn't caused this to happen to him (which was true as it was
I suspected the feedback mechanism in the goggles and earphones that had
done it), after which I then put them into my briefcase and closed it
up.

With the three of us working we soon had him completely naked and flat
on the bed at which point Ann then started to wash the sticky cum from
off his now flaccid cock and balls with the wash cloths, while at the
same time I used one of the wash cloths to wipe the tears and the snot
from off of his face as Barb then gathered up his clothing from off the
floor, and after asking her mother whether she should use hot or cold
water then took them down to the basement to be immediately washed.

Thats when I noticed that this look had come onto Anns face as at that
point I could only guess what emotions were running thru her head, as
this had come to hard and way to fast even for me, and I was on the
outside looking in while she was on the inside of it having to deal with
what she had just seen in her own childs mind, about how he not only
desired to be Used and Abused by Women, but also that he Absolutely
Needed to be Sexually Humiliated by them as well!

Finally finished we then covered him in his blanket as he was I
explained to her in for a good long sleep at which point we then made
our way back to the kitchen, where I saw Barb once again seated in her
chair in front of her now cold cup of coffee at which point (as I was
still looking at Barbara) I clearly heard Ann mutter under her breath
about how could God let her son be a pervert, at which instant (after
all I had just gone thru) I just simply lost it and unloaded on them!

"Listen Ann (and you to Barbara, as I turned on her as well) Peter is
Not I REPEAT NOT a Pervert! God knows this mind reading ability has
caused more than its share of misery in the world lately, but it has
also done a hell of a lot of good as well!" "For example did you know
that violent crime is down by 97% in this country?? And do you know
WHY??(as I saw two blank faces staring back at me) Well I will tell you
it is because we women can now see inside of them, and we are finding
out that what is/was wrong with them in most cases has centered around
what society has expected that they should act like, and not act as they
really are like"!

"Did you know Ann (as I turned and looked right at her again) that most
men who are now in prison, some of whom I have treated myself over my
career, have grown up in families that if they even dared to show any
behavior like Peter has just shown to us, that breaks the Machismo image
that they are expected to live by, that they were derided and or either
outright punished for it? Do you have any idea what that does to a boy
Ann, what it does to men to plug up all normal emotional outlets that
relieve Extrodestructve and Introdestructive behavior? I mean we women
bitch and moan sometimes about our lot in life never realizing how lucky
we are in most respects to have been allowed the freedom to express our
emotions as we were spared having to live by that crippling standard?,
Hell WHY do you think women live longer then men? God the way they
bottle all this shit up inside of them year after year, as they reach a
point where they are literally more afraid to show the emotions and
behaviors that they are comfortable with, they literally SNAP and then
go out and either beat up a woman and or then kill somebody ( in order
to prove that they are manly ), or failing that they likely as not end
up hurting themselves by abusing alcohol and or drugs or even in some
cases they kill themselves (which happens much more often than you might
suspect) because they simply cannot live with themselves and the LIES
that eat them from the inside out any longer".

"Jeezus Ann what you think of as Perverse is in no way such, and in fact
from what I have read from the archeologists who have studied and
published mountains of evidence on how men acted before all the Macho
Shit came to pass, and from what I personally have found over the years
( long Before I could see what they were thinking ) about how men acted
and how they really desired to act, is that the real perversion was to
make them try to act like they were all Jack Armstrong the all American
Boy, when in reality some of them wanted to play with dolls or to dress
up like their sisters or even to have the woman take the lead and to ask
them out on a date, or as in Peters case to be the aggressors"!

Finally running down I looked at the two of them and the confusion that
was openly displayed on their faces, and I decided that something more
was needed, so asking Ann if I could use her phone I first called up
Ellen Danhurst who headed up the closest support group to Anns house,
and asked her if she minded terribly if I and two other women who needed
help could drop by her place in a couple of hours which she agreed to
(as I knew she would), next I then called the Highschool and asked Sibyl
if she minded cutting her day short and coming over right now to baby
sit Peter for three or four hours, which she agreed to do l as she owed
me more than one!

[ Off To Grandmas House We Go ]

Pulling up to this well kept old style victorian house (that used to be
in a more crowded neighborhood, but as most of the houses were abandoned
it was now quite sparse), we then piled out of Margaret's car and
proceeded as a group to walk up the wide twisting flower lined gravel
sidewalk running from just off the driveway, until we eventually came to
the front door which looked to me to be half door and half castle gate.

Pressing the doorbell it was a few minutes before I felt the thoughts of
the man who was coming to answer the door, and from what I was getting
of his thoughts it was painting this really weird and confusing picture
in my head to the point that as he passed a mirror in the hallway
(leading up to the door) he glanced into the mirror ( which allowed me
to see him thru his eyes) that was mounted on this coat rack, to make
sure (he thought) that his makeup was alright, at which point I saw that
I was looking into the face of a woman, a homely woman true but clearly
a womans face nonetheless!

It wasn't until he had opened the door that I got a really good look at
him though, as he then greeted Margaret ( who returned the greeting as
if that was quite run of the mill for a man in a dress to answer the
door) and then mom ( who looked quite flustered ), and then finally he
introduced himself me at which point I clearly saw that he was dressed
as a maid, and not in one of those frilly french maid type costumes, but
as what a real modern day maid would be dressed like which seemed
passing strange to me, as he was at least six feet in height and over
one hundred and seventy five pounds which made him seem like an amazon,
particularly as his proportions were quite womanly, which was due I saw
in his mind from wearing this hideously severe corset !

Ushering us into what looked to be at one time a drawing room, I saw
sitting in one of these overstuffed leather covered chairs an older
woman of about sixty to sixty five (I would guess), who was at that
moment engrossed in a huge jigsaw puzzle sitting on a kinda raised
coffee table before her.

Looking up at us as we entered the room she then stood up and held out
her hand, and we each in turn gave her a quick peck on the cheek at
which point she told the man maid to help us to our respective chairs,
which were I saw facing towards her in an uneven semi circle.

After that was done and as we all politely declined refreshments, she
then dismissed him as she told him to go back to the kitchen to continue
with tonight's supper preparations(at which point he curtseyed and
left), as Margaret then turned to fully face her as she then started to
fill her in on Peters condition, and why she felt that we needed to come
here to meet her.

When that was finished Mrs Danhurst then turned towards mom with this
look of sympathetic look on her face as she then said to her "I know how
you feel Ann because my son and daughter, who were on an archeological
dig in the Middle East were killed in Jordan around the same time as
your husband was, which left me (a Grandmother) with their 15 year old
son to raise"!

"Now I know that right at this moment you (and as she turned to look at
me) and your daughter must feel that you are the loneliest persons on
the face of the Earth, but this is not so! because when Robert came to
stay with me I saw right off that he liked to dress in female clothing,
and as a matter of fact that he had been doing so since he was 13, which
at first bothered me greatly but as time went by, and as I grew to
understand it more and more, I realized that what he was going thru had
been going on for hundreds of years before it had happened to me".

"So with the help of Doctor Susan Blakely I started to form a support
group (mainly over the internet) and what I found startled the hell out
of me, as in New Jersey alone there are now (in less than three years of
organizing) over twenty support groups, started by women just like you
and me who have had to come to terms with a major change in their lives,
as they have fund that their sons and husbands and other male relations
are not the persons they thought they were".

Hearing the front door open and then close, which was followed by an
unboyish voice announcing that "I'm Home Grandmama" at which point in
walked this slightly built young man who I saw stood about 5'9", and who
was completely dressed as a young girl in a very fashionable style as if
she had gone to some fomal event that demaned it.

Although looking closer the shirt and the skirt and the other things he
was wearing were not off the rack girls clothes (that he was being
forced to adapt to), but instead they were womens clothing that had been
specifically tailored to fit his male figure, which as he was a boy made
him look like a younger girl of around 14 or 15 instea of the 18 she
told us he was!

But the thing that really floored me was that when I read his mind, I
saw that he was really comfortable (even in a room full of strange women
) about how he was dressed, and that after giving grandma a peck on the
cheek, he then excused himself quite properly for a young woman (I noted
to myself), and then went to his room so as to change into something
more comfy.

Turning back to us she then went on to say that ever since she had
accepted this new way, Roberts behavior had completely changed fo the
better, from bratish to that of a refined girl, so much so in fact that
she had decided to send him off to Mrs Thorndykes Finishng school for
further instruction in the female arts beore he went off to college,
which she went on to explain to us now accepted she/boys as well as
their regular clientele of young women, although to be allowed to go to
there Robert has had to make some major adjustments.   

At which point Robert now dressed in a short faded pink skirt, and
sweater wearing pink ankle socks and pink sneakers (and as well having
his long hair now tied back into a ponytail using a pink ribbon ) came
back into the room, and telling him to come over to stand before us,
Ellen then told him to show us what changes he had been forced to make
in order to get into Mrs Thorndykes school, at which point the first
look of embarassment came to his face as he pulled down his pretty pink
panties to his knees, and then he held up his skirt to show to all of us
that he was wearing this clear plastic device on his cock and balls,
that he went on to explain to us that because he liked to play with his
clitty cock to much, Miss Hathaway had then put this thing on him, when
he went up for the interview last month at the school, which he would
now have to wear for the next ten weeks until when he went off to live
at the school, at which point he would then be under constant
supervision.

As I leaned closer to him to see that there was no lock on it, I then
saw that his cock as trying to erect itself which bought on some
considerable pain to him but as I leaned back I read in his mind that he
both hated it and loved it, and furthermore he was wishing that I would
touch his cock to make it hurt all the more at which point I turned to
look at mom, and then at the other two women and then back at Robert at
which instant I heard Ellen say to me " don't be affraid girl if you
want to touch him there he won't mind a bit!

To be continued...

  

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