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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Millie's Transformation
Part: 1 Of 6
Summary: A young straight girl is forced into lesbianism by her
stepmother and stepsisters.
Keywords: Ff, ff, oral, humil

   Caveat lector.

   If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.  If you don't like stories
about sex with underage children, don't read it.  If you don't like stories
about forced sex, don't read it.  If you are below the arbitrary age set
for your area, don't read it.  If for any reason it is illegal for you to
read this story, don't read it.

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   Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved This story may not
be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the
author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. 
The author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot com' (Replace
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   All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any
resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

   Millie's Transformation Part 01

   By Norm DePloom

   "I'm worried about Millie," Nick said as he reclined against the pillows
and watched his wife to be getting ready to join him.

   "Of course you are dear, she's your daughter.  I wouldn't dream of
marrying a man who wasn't concerned about his daughter under these
circumstances." Judith stood up from the dressing table and walked over to
the bed, her sheer flowing robe accentuating rather than hiding her
startling physical beauty.

   "She came to me yesterday sobbing and begging me not to go through with
this." The brief flash of anger on Judith's face was missed by Nick as she
dropped her robe and slid, naked, into the bed beside him.  By the time his
eyes found there way back to Judith's face he could see nothing except her
deep concern for the well being of her soon to be stepdaughter.

   "That's perfectly understandable," Judith said with a soft soothing, and
seductive, voice.  "For the last seven years she's had her daddy all to
herself." Judith rolled onto her side and placed her right leg over Nick's
leg and her right hand on his chest, with such expert casualness that Nick
would never have guessed that her pubic hair tickling his hip and her thigh
teasing his cock, were anything other than lucky accidents.

   "It's going to take awhile for her to get used to having to share her
Prince with me and my daughters." Nick looked at the naked woman lying next
to him and could not believe that this exquisite body had given birth to
three daughters.  Judith moved her leg up, stroking his cock more
forcefully with her thigh and pressing the warmth of her crotch more
provocatively against Nick's hip as she rested her head on his shoulder.

   "My daughters and I understand how rough this is going to be on Millie,"
another seemingly innocent adjustment of her position further stimulated
her future husband's hardening cock and pressed her warm, wet pussy
directly against him.  Judith knew this conversation would be ending soon.

   "All four of us are eager to help Millie adjust both to family life and
to her other problem."

   "Are you sure about Millie's, ah, orientation?" Judith's right hand
moved down across Nick's belly and firmly grasped his now fully erect cock.


   "Women notice these things, we don't condemn her for it, we just want to
help her accept it." The subtle perversity of slowly caressing Nick's hard
cock while discussing his fourteen-year-old daughter's sexuality was not
lost on Judith.

   "Now you just relax," Judith said as she rearranged her body to bring
her mouth closer to the hard cock in her hand, "you just leave everything
to me.  Just lay back and let your little slave girl suck on this big
monster." Judith took her husband-to-be's cock completely into her mouth
while she worked the underside of his cock head with her skilled tongue. 
His deep guttural moan told Judith all she needed to know about his
willingness to leave everything in her capable hands.

   Millie sat cross legged on her bed with the white, terry cloth robe
pulled tightly around her body.  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held
her arms across her stomach and rocked slowly forward and backward.  How
could he not see what was going on?  She kept asking herself.  She wasn't
sure she could stand living with that monster and the three monsters in
training called her daughters.  Millie knew that life as she knew it was
over, her only hope was to hang on until her daddy came to his senses and
kicked this gold digging gang of low class sluts out of their life.

   Millie's head was still spinning from how fast it had all happened.  One
day she was living with her daddy just like she had been for fourteen
years, then the next day everything crumbled around her when her father
announced that not only did he have a girl friend, but he was going to
marry her and they would be moving into a new house that he had just bought
for his fiance and her three daughters.

   Millie quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks when Tami, her new
'roommate' walked through the door wearing nothing but a bath towel wrapped
under her armpits.  Even though Tami was the youngest of her soon to be
stepsisters, she was still a year older than Millie.  To the best of
Millie's memory this is the first time she had to share a bedroom with
someone else.  The thought that she'd never have a room to herself again
added to Millie's depression.

   As soon as the door closed Tami let the bath towel drop to the floor
then changed the station on Millie's radio and danced naked around the room
as she brushed her hair.  Millie read her book and tried to ignore the
naked girl dancing around her room.  She was even willing to not make a
fuss about her changing the station on the radio without at least asking
her first.

   "Would you please stop that and put some clothes on for god's sake,"
Millie said slamming her book shut when she could no longer stand the other
girl's choice of music or her uninhibited naked dancing.

   "Why?" Tami asked as she came to a stop right in front of Millie and
with her hands over her head and her feet spread, slowly moved her hips in
exaggerated circles.  "Is it turning you on?"

   "God no, why would it turn me on?" In truth Millie was doing her best
not to think about the area between Tami's legs or the disgusting things
she had probably allowed boys to do with it.

   "Well, you don't go out with boys so we figured you had to be a lezzy."
Tami stepped closer to Millie and thrust her crotch forward.  "Hey, it's ok
if you like to lick girls I've done it once or twice myself."

   "Get away from me," Millie yelled pushing Tami away from her bed. 
Millie dropped her book, got off her bed and, clutching her robe tightly
around her, dashed from the room.  With tears streaming from her eyes,
Millie ran through the hose to the 'parent's wing'.  Forgetting the new
rule that everyone always had to knock and wait to be invited in before
entering any of the other bedrooms, Millie grabbed the knob of her father
and his slut-wife-to-be's bedroom and tried to turn it.  When she found the
knob locked, Millie began to bang on the door with both fists.

   "Daddy," she yelled, "daddy, please." She continued banging on the door
until it was opened and Judith, wearing a robe Millie found to be
scandalously revealing even for a wife to wear with her husband.

   "What do you want?" The icy, menacing chill in Judith's voice made
Millie step away from the door.  She felt an overwhelming desire to run,
but there was no safety to be found in this house.

   "I want to talk to my father," Millie demanded after mustering her
courage.

   "Why?  You want to weep and sob like a little baby again while you beg
him not to marry me?" Millie staggered back, she felt like she'd been
kicked in the stomach while her thoughts, such as they were raced around in
circles in her mind.  How could he?  She thought over and over again, how
could he have shared their private talk with this horrid person?

   "Surely you don't think your 'daddy' can keep any secrets from me?"
Judith asked with what Millie believed to be the vilest grin she'd ever
seen.  Millie had never felt so betrayed in her life, she could not even
trust her father to keep her confidences while this woman was around.

   "Especially when I have his hard cock in my mouth." Millie took several
deep breaths trying to stave off the hyperventilation that would be caused
by the panic attack she could feel swamping her ability to think clearly.
Never in her life had she ever imagined her father with a penis of any
kind, much less a gross 'hard cock'.

   "So my dear, innocent little Millie," Even though Judith had her arm
around Millie supporting her, her voice seemed coming from somewhere far
away, "unless you are willing to start sucking your daddy's cock, he's
going to be under my control." Millie felt her legs give out and thought
she was going to fall to the floor, but Judith's strong arms supported her
and held her against the hallway wall.  As the first wave of panic passed
and Millie's eyes focused, she realized that her stepmother-to-be was
holding her by the neck and had opened her robe.  Millie tried to push
Judith's hands away and close her robe again.

   "You've got a nice body," Judith announced as she examined Millie. 
Other than doctors no one had seen Millie naked since her mother died seven
years ago.

   "You won't have any trouble finding a girl friend to keep you happy."
Millie shook her head, she wanted to scream at her tormentor that she
wasn't a lesbian, but the hand on her throat cut off her speech.  Millie
renewed her struggle when she felt Judith's hand on her breast.

   "I like young firm breasts," she said softly with her mouth close to
Millie's ear, "my daughters and I are all going to help you accept your
lesbianism." Millie shook her head again, silently denying Judith's
conviction about her sexuality.

   "We will teach you how to make love to other women so you'll be ready to
satisfy your girlfriend after you find her." Judith released her grip on
Millie's throat and, while the girl struggled to regain her breath,
stripped the terry cloth robe from her body.

   "Now go back to your room 'Little Lezzy' and get some sleep.  We have a
wedding rehearsal tomorrow.  After Judith returned to the room she shared
with Millie's father, Millie slumped to the floor and with her back against
the hallway wall tried to cover her naked body with her hands while she
silently wept.  For fourteen years Millie had lived with the comforting
knowledge that she was under the protection of her father and that he would
give everything, even his life, to keep her safe.  Now it had become clear
to her that talking to her father was the same as talking to Judith. 
Millie had no one she could confide in.  There was not a single person on
her side.  As long as Judith held her father virtually enslaved by her
sexuality Millie was without protection.

   Millie stayed in the hallway until the night chill became too much for
her naked body then, standing and stretching her stiff joints, she made her
way back through the house to the bedroom she was forced to share with the
youngest of her enemies.  She opened the door as quietly as she could then
closed it behind her.  Using only the night light for illumination walked
to her dresser where she pulled a pair of panties and a nightshirt from the
second drawer.  After pulling the night shirt over her head, Millie bent
over, stepped into her panties and pulled them up her legs.  She barely
suppressed a scream when something cold, wet, and sticky was smashed up
against her pussy.  Millie ignored the giggles coming from the other bed as
she removed her soiled panties then used them to wipe her crotch clean
before climbing into her bed and hiding under her covers while she cried
herself to sleep.

   When Millie woke up the next morning she was alone in the room.  She lay
in bed not wanting to face the first day as a member of a 'blended' family,
until there was a loud nock on the door followed by Judith's voice telling
her it was time for breakfast.  Millie moaned, she had forgotten that it
was 'decided' the night before that the whole family would eat their first
breakfast in their new home together.

   "I'm coming," Millie yelled back as she pulled the covers aside and sat
up.  After changing into a sweat shirt and a pair of sweat pants Millie
wandered, some what reluctantly, to the kitchen.

   "What the..." Millie let her statement die mid sentence as she took in
the scene.  Her father was setting at the far end of the table and every
one of her soon to be step relatives were wearing matching 'baby doll'
nightgowns.  Not just her forty something step monster to be, but also her
nineteen, seventeen and fifteen year old future stepsisters were wearing
short, frilly semi see through tops that were not long enough to hide the
equally frilly and equally semi see through panties.  She couldn't believe
that her father was sitting there with a big silly grin on his face while
his wife to be and her daughters walked around the kitchen with their
nipples and even their pubic hair faintly visible.

   "You just get right back to your room and put on the baby dolls I left
there for you," Judith grinned, obviously enjoying Millie's discomfort, "we
want all of Nick's 'girls' to match this morning." Millie looked to her
father, beseeching him with her eyes to save her from this humiliation.

   "Go on honey," Nick said, "Judith is just making sure everyone feels
like they fit in." Millie stomped back to her room with fresh tears welling
up in her eyes.  She could not believe that her father bought that
'everyone fitting in' malarkey.  How could he even consider making her wear
clothing that would allow him to see her body displayed in such an obscene
manner?  Was he really that oblivious to how slutty they all looked? 
Millie picked up the clothes, if that's what you wanted to call them, which
were left on her dresser.  She considered just refusing to go along with
their demands, but the memory of being pinned against the wall by Judith's
surprisingly strong hand the night before convinced her to acquiesce to
these unreasonable demands, at least for the present.

   "Did you notice how she wants to hide her body under baggy clothes?"
Judith asked Nick as soon as his daughter left the kitchen.

   "She's always been that way," Nick responded, "I thought it was just
normal teenage girl behavior." As he talked Balinda, the oldest of Judith's
daughters placed a cup of coffee in front of him and, in the process
practically pressed one of her semi visible nipples against his cheek.

   "Trying to hide her body is typical of a girl who hasn't come to peace
with her sexuality." Judith advised as she slipped between her future
husband and the table then sat in his lap.  "Feed me breakfast," she purred
in his ear."

   Millie made the mistake of looking in the mirror before she left her
shared bedroom.  There was no way she was going to parade around in front
of her father wearing an outfit like this.  The top and the panties were
even more see through than the ones Judith and her slut daughters were
wearing.  She was just starting to remove the disgusting 'baby dolls' when
Balinda and Faye, Balinda's seventeen year old sister, came into the room
totally ignoring the 'knock first' rule that their mother claimed she
insisted on.

   "Come on Little Lezzy, everyone's waiting for you," Balinda said as they
each took one of Millie's arms and, ignoring her protests, walked her out
of the bedroom and toward the kitchen.

   "You may not want to dress sexy for males," Faye said as the walked
along beside Millie, still clutching her arms, "but you're going to have to
learn to wear sexy clothes if you want to get a girl friend."

   "I am not a lesbian," Millie protested, stopping in the middle of the
hallway, "I have a boy friend."

   "Every lesbian goes through a period when they try to be normal and have
boy friends." Balinda responded as she and Faye urged Millie to keep
walking.

   "But don't worry Little Lezzy," Faye said as the paused just outside the
kitchen door while she adjusted Millie's hair, moving strands of it off her
face in a manner that seemed a little too intimate to Millie, "we've talked
to your father about it and he understands the turmoil your going through
trying to accept your sexual orientation.  He knows we're going to help you
adjust to being a lesbian."

   "Here she is," Balinda said as they stepped into the kitchen,
practically dragging Millie into the room between them.  Millie's mind was
reeling, and her confusion was not helped by seeing Judith sitting in her
father's lap while her father fed Judith from his plate.  She would have
sworn that she saw his father's hand release his wife to be's breast and
slip out from under her baby doll top just as Millie stepped into the room.
Was her father really playing with Tami's mother's breast while Tami
watched them?

   "You're the youngest," Judith said to Millie as she climbed off Nick's
lap, "so you will serve us this morning, then each morning we'll have a
different server." Judith sat in the chair next to Millie's father.  "I've
already served Nick, so all you have to do is serve the rest of us." Great,
Millie thought as she crossed to the stove and started dishing eggs,
potatoes and sausage onto a plate for Judith, I've just been turned into a
servant.  Even more embarrassing than having to carry plates of food to her
evil step relatives was the way her father pretended not to notice her
attire while he starred at her practically naked breasts and especially at
the patch of pubic hair that she knew was plainly visible through the shear
panties she was being forced to wear.  She could feel her face burning with
increased heat every time she caught him looking at her.  His quickly
glancing away each time made it even worse by accentuating the 'dirty-ness'
of the situation in her mind.

   It wasn't until she was carrying the third plate, the one for Faye, to
the table that Millie finally realized exactly what Faye had said just
before they entered the kitchen, these monsters even had her father
convinced that she was a lesbian.  Millie stopped in the middle of the
kitchen.

   "I am not a lesbian," she screamed as she slammed the plate of food onto
the floor at her feet.

   "Come here honey," her father said holding out his arm.  Red with the
embarrassment from her outburst, piled on top of the humiliation of having
to serve Judith and her daughters, and being forced to be 'on display' in
front of her father, Millie, never taking her eyes from the floor, slowly
crossed over to her father.  Maybe, she hoped as he put his arm around her
waist, he's finally come to his senses and realized how perverse this is.

   "We know this is hard for you," Millie's father said to her as her held
her tight stroking her hair.  We know?  Millie repeated in her mind.  We
know?  Can't he even think for himself anymore?  Millie couldn't believe
that just being willing to put her mouth on his hard cock would give this
vile woman so much control over Millie's father.

   "We are all one family now," Millie heard her father speaking, but she
was sure the words were really coming from Judith, "and we're all here for
you to help you through this adjustment." Millie was confused.  Did her
father mean they wanted to help her through the adjustment of having five
evil bitches as her family?  Or did he mean they wanted to help her adjust
to her imaginary lesbianism?  While she only half listened to the remainder
of her father's lecture, Millie became very aware of the heat from his arm
as it penetrated the thin material of her baby doll top and warmed her
skin, and the way his elbow brushed against her hardening nipple every time
he stroked her hair.  Was her father really using the act of comforting her
as an excuse to inappropriately touch her?  Or had her thinking already
been so distorted by the evil gang of four that she was imagining it?

   "Now," Nick said after he finished rattling off platitudes about
'family', "I have to go to the office and get some work done if I'm going
to make payments on this house.  I'll pick up my tux and meet you all at
the rehearsal this afternoon." Removing his arm from his daughter's waist
Nick stood up and, after kissing his wife to be, left the kitchen leaving
the rest of them in a silent tableau until the front door closed.  Millie
could not believe that she had just seen her father adjust his crotch to
hide his erection before standing up and leaving the table.

   "You fucking little lesbian bitch," the phrase culminated in a stinging
slap across her face.  Millie looked around the table as she rubbed her
cheek, all the happy smiles had been replaced with hate filled sneers. 
Standing up, Judith grabbed a handful of Millie's hair and pulled her over
to where she had thrown the plate on the floor.

   "Clean it up," Judith screamed, slapping Millie across the other cheek,
"get down on your hands and knees and clean this mess up with your tongue."


   "Make her strip naked first," Faye suggested from the table, "that way
she won't get the clothes dirty and we'll get a better show." All three
girls joined their mother, surrounding the weeping Millie while they pulled
the baby doll top and panties off her body leaving her naked in the middle
of the kitchen.  Judith grabbed the spatula from the cast iron skillet on
the stove.

   "I said on your hands and knees," she screamed at Millie spanking her
bare ass with the dirty spatula.  Millie, her naked body heaving with sobs
and trembling with fear and rage all at the same time slowly sank onto her
hands and knees.  "That's your breakfast," Judith continued to scream, "and
after you've finished eating your breakfast you're going to lick the floor
clean." While Millie ate the food off the kitchen floor Faye and Tami piled
food onto two clean plates and, stepping around Millie, walked back to the
table to enjoy their breakfasts.  As the two girls walked past her Millie
felt a hand give her upraised butt a firm, grasping caress.

   "Leave her alone until she's finished cleaning up her mess," Judith
ordered.  Millie looked back over her shoulder in time to see Faye looking
back at her.

   "Don't worry," Judith said to her middle daughter, "you'll get plenty of
opportunities later."

   "It's no wonder she's a lesbian," Millie heard Tami observe, "I don't
think any man would want to put his cock into that thing." Millie knew that
when Tami said 'that thing' she managed to make it mean both Millie's pussy
and Millie herself.  Millie slowly ate the food, flavored with her own
tears and snot, then licked the grease off the linoleum tiles.

   Millie was still sitting naked on the kitchen floor and the evil 'gang
of four' was relaxing at the table drinking coffee when the cleaning lady
arrived.  Millie rolled up into a ball trying to hide as much of her
nakedness as possible.  Judith waved the cleaning lady over to the table.

   "Brenda, get yourself a cup of coffee, we want you to do something
special for us." Millie lay on the floor and tried not to listen to the
women at the table while she pretended she wasn't naked and that she hadn't
just licked her breakfast off the floor like a dog.  A few random phrases
from the table penetrated her defensive shield.  "...lesbian...", "...never
done it...", "...we'll pay you...".  The room was silent for several
minutes before Millie realized that she was alone.  Millie sat up just in
time to see Balinda and Faye enter the room.

   "On your feet cunt," Faye's order was followed by a medium hard kick to
Millie's leg.  What else could she do but obey the order?  Again, with one
of them on each side, they walked Millie out of the kitchen to their
bedroom.

   "It's time to go to the seamstress for the final fitting on our
dresses," Faye informed Millie as her hands lingered on Millie's naked
body, "and mother said to make sure you were properly dressed." Millie
could not even begin to guess what this group of evil bitches would
consider `proper' for her to wear to a dress fitting.  She found out.

   "Lift your arms," Faye and Balinda pulled a way too tight and way to
skimpy tank top down her arms and over her head.  It was barely wide enough
to cover her small firm breasts, and so thin and elastic that her nipples
were outline by the material.

   "Lift your leg," Millie noticed that Faye's hands had not left her body
during the dressing process and, in the process of pulling the satin shorts
up Millie's legs, Faye pressed her hand firmly against Millie's pussy.

   "Spread your legs," Belinda ordered as she and Faye knelt to examine the
fit of the shorts.  Faye ran her hands over the satin fabric stretched over
the top half of Millie's firm ass.  The bottom half of Millie's ass was
left uncovered, Faye ran her hands over the uncovered half of Millie's ass
then slipped her hand between Millie's legs and adjusted the crotch of the
shorts.  Millie looked down at her clothes.  Stray wisps of pubic hair hung
below the bottom of the shorts.  The crotch was no wider than a ribbon
running between her legs, it quickly pulled up inside her pussy leaving her
pubic hair and cunt lips exposed for all to see.  Faye knelt down in front
of Millie and carefully pulled more hair into view along the `crotch' and
the bottom of the legs.

   "I can't go out in public wearing this," Millie complained being, to all
appearances, on the verge of hysteria.

   "We have got to get this hair either shaved or trimmed," Belinda said,
ignoring both Millie's tears and her comment about the clothes.  Faye stood
up and pinched both of Millie's nipples, causing them to stand out even
further.

   "Your damn right you can't go out like that," Judith said entering her
oldest two daughter's bedroom, "you have got to learn to put on makeup."
Judith pushed Millie down into a chair then opening a makeup case the size
of a large tackle box began `doing' Millie's face.  "I'm going to do it for
you today, and we will take care of your makeup before the wedding but,
lesbian or not, you are going to have to learn how to do it yourself..."

   "I'm not a lesbian," Millie said, interrupting Judith.

   "...and do it according to my specifications.  Of course you're a
lesbian, and we're going to make sure you learn to eat pussy with the best
of them." Millie remained quite, there seemed to be no use in arguing,
Judith and her daughters continued to insist she was s lesbian.  "And if
you cry and ruin the makeup after I've put it on you I'll spank your bare
ass like the spoiled little child your father has allowed you to become.  "
Judith rapidly finished applying the makeup to Millie's face, then turned
the chair so Millie could see herself in the mirror.  Millie was devastated
by what she saw, the makeup, combined with the tight tank top and skimpy
satin shorts made her look like a whore getting ready to go out and walk
the streets.

   "There, isn't she beautiful?" Judith asked her three daughters who had
gathered around while she was applying the makeup.

   "Makes my tongue hard," Faye replied looking at her soon to be
stepsister in the mirror.

   "Euwww," Tami volunteered.

   "Great," Balinda added, "come on mom, we're going to be late."

   "Just one more thing," Judith knelt down and put a pair of high heals
that laced up the calves onto Millie's feet.  Great, Millie thought looking
down at the shoes, my `whore' costume is complete.

   "Let's get going, come on Millie, let's show the new you to the world."
Millie's stomach threatened to jump all the way up her throat and out of
her mouth as they walked her to the front door.

   "Brenda," Judith called as they left the house, "we'll be back in a
couple of hours.  Remember we're having the girls only party here tomorrow
so make sure everything is ready."

   "Yes mam, have a good time." It was a pleasantly warm day, but Millie
could not get used to the way the air felt cool on her bare skin,
especially her thighs.  Each step was a struggle not to fall down, Millie
had never warn shoes with spiked heals, and had trouble getting used to the
way it threw her body forward.

   "Mom," Faye spoke after a few minutes of quite in the car, "do you think
Millie should shave her pussy or just trim the hair and get a bikini wax?"
Judith used the rearview mirror to look at Millie in the back seat."

   "Why don't you trim it into a heart, or a lightning bolt?"

   "Coo-al," Tami chimed in, "why don't we trim it short then sculpt it to
spell `fuck me'?" At least, Millie thought as she looked down at the curly
hairs sticking out of her satin shorts, it won't be showing in public. 
Faye let her hand rest on Millie's bare thigh as they rode to the dress
fitting.  They already have one lesbian in the family, Millie wondered,
what do the need another one for?  No matter how she squirmed or wiggled
Millie could not get comfortable.  The thin ribbon of material that made up
the crotch of the sorts was pulled tightly against her pussy and clitoris
and the more she moved around trying to relieve the pressure, the tighter
and more uncomfortable it seemed to get.  Her pussy lips which had never
touched anything other than white cotton panties before were pinched by the
shorts and pressed firmly against the rough upholstery fabric covering the
car seat.  It was uncomfortable and vaguely stimulating at the same time.

   Millie really hated to have people looking at her.  Ever since that day,
not too many years before, when a boy at school had teased her in public
about having breasts, Millie had always chosen loose fitting clothes to
hide her body.  She still remembered the devastating humiliation she had
felt when the boys started singing 'Millie's got boobies, Millie's got
boobies' during recess.  Millie was hoping that the seamstress' shop would
be located in some hidden, out of the way, back street location, or even
better, a private home.  She felt the first stirrings of a very powerful
and massive panic attack coming on when Judith turned the car into the
parking lot of one of the largest and most popular shopping malls in the
entire region.  People drove a hundred miles to shop at this mall, and
Millie was going to have to walk through it dressed specifically and
obscenely to draw attention to the parts of her body she never wanted to be
noticed.  Millie wondered if Judith's prohibition against crying also
covered puking all over the backseat of the car.

   Everyone else piled out of the car in obvious good humor, ready to try
on the bridal and bridesmaids dresses, then spend the rest of the day
spending large quantities of Millie's father's money.  Millie sat unmoving
at the very center of the back seat totally paralyzed by the terror she
felt.  She honestly and totally wished for immediate death rather than
having to walk into the mall looking like a cheap whore.  The four evil
bitches gathered outside the open car door waiting for Millie to join them.

   "Come on Millie," Judith said, leaning into the car, "now is not the
time to be causing a scene." Cause a scene?  Millie thought looking at the
vile slut who was going to be her stepmother, what do you think me walking
around the mall with my cunt showing is going to be?  Millie had never said
the word 'cunt' in her life, and she was pretty sure she had never even
thought it before this moment, and now she had just used it inside her own
head to describe her vagina.  That's what they've done, Millie thought with
new found enlightenment, they've turned my vagina into a cunt.  Millie
turned to look at Judith.

   "There are lots of things worse than walking through the mall dressed
like you are," Judith's smile was cold and threatening, "like dumping you
on Main street at midnight, naked." Even Millie, as innocent as she was,
knew that Main Street was where the worst of the whores did their business.
Millie tried to move across the seat towards the door without dragging her
exposed pussy lips on the rough fabric.

   Millie kept trying to hide behind the other three as they walked through
the mall, but they kept moving and thrusting her out front for every
passing male to leer at.  She looked longingly at the entrance to each of
the dress stores they passed, hoping it would be the one where the fittings
would be done.  It was a large mall but eventually they completed the
circuit, returning to the same entrance they had used when they arrived. 
Millie, having spent at least an hour on the verge of a panic attack, was
so relieved to be leaving the mall that she was completely uninterested in
minor details like not having stopped at any of the dress shops.  After a
short drive into the residential area behind the mall, Judith parked the
car in front of a small house located in the middle of a row of identical
small houses.  There was a sign in the front window, 'Margaret Hatcher,
seamstress'.  Not until they were walking up the walkway towards the front
door did Millie realize that the only purpose for the stop at the mall was
to humiliate her.

   Judith greeted the seamstress like an old and intimate friend.  They
embraced and when they kissed their lips lingered on each others far longer
than would be appropriate for two women who were just friends.  The woman
greeted each of Judith's daughters with a far less intimate hug and quick
touches of their cheeks while their lips were pursed as if they were
kissing the air.

   "And this," Judith said pointing to Millie, "is my new stepdaughter."

   "My, my," Margaret said giving Millie a thorough examination with her
eyes, "what a delightful little morsel, why I could just eat her up."
Millie's skin crawled, she had no doubt the 'eating her up' was not, in
this case, just the empty compliment it was when most people used the
phrase.  For the next two hours Millie almost literally sat in the corner
and watched while Judith, Balinda, Faye, and Tami stripped naked in front
of everyone else then tried on their particular bride or bridesmaids
dresses.  Millie enjoyed being ignored and left out while Margaret pinned
in the final small adjustments and promised to have the dresses delivered
to the rehearsal that night.  Judith had talked about Millie being one of
the bridesmaids but, truthfully, Millie was very happy to discover that she
was going to be left out of this horrendous fiasco.

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