An epic story of power, money, politics, deceit and love. The pulchritudinous Lisa Hawthorne and her mother begin plotting their transformation of Sam Springer into Lisa’s future wife and concubine.

Femdom, crossdressing
The Samantha Project by G. L. Hudson

CHAPTER 1

Lisa nervously pushed her food around her plate as she listened to her mother make small talk. The beautiful, 20 year old, college co-ed had ordered her eggs sunnyside up, and the yolks were now broken and smeared all over her plate, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her mother was saying something about Maggie driving her back to school that afternoon, after the two of them went shopping. Or something to that affect.

Maggie had been eating with them, and she finally finished her breakfast. “Ma’am may I clean up the dishes?” Miss Mona dismissively waved her hand at Maggie. Maggie collected some of the dishes and headed off to the kitchen.

With Maggie out of the way, Lisa put her fork down and quelled her nervous stomach. She was wearing a pink cashmere sweater with a gold chain and a heart shaped pendant. While nervously twisting her gold-chain and pendant around her finger, Lisa announced, “Mom, I’ve met someone at school.” Mother calmly set her fork on her plate, used her napkin to daintily wipe her mouth and dropped the napkin next to her plate. She then set her elbows on the table, clasped her fingers together and settled her chin on her fingers. She looked at Lisa and gave her a pretty smile and permission to proceed.

“He’s a boy,” Lisa declared.

“I gathered that,” her mother said without losing her warm smile. “And …?”

“He’s really cute. I might even say pretty.”

“That’s encouraging.”

“He’s only a freshman, so he’s 2 years younger than me.”

“That is also encouraging.”

“Since next week is spring break, I was thinking about inviting home for the week,” she said hopefully.

Lisa’s mother rested her arms on the table and straightened her posture. “First things first, daughter; what are your intentions here?”

“Well mom, I think he has tremendous potential. He is short, even petite. And he has just the cutest dimples,” she said in a swooning voice.

“Your intentions daughter; do you intend to uphold the family traditions?”

“But of course mother. I am a Hawthorne.”

“Excellent dear. I am so happy to hear you confirm that. Your grandmother will be thrilled. Now, what of his family?”

“That’s the best news mother, he is an orphan. No parents and no siblings. Only foster parents. And oh so pretty,” she added dreamily.

Her mother smiled and patted her on her hand. “So you think he is marriage material, Lisa dear?”

“Oh yes mom, he is so sweet and demure and he listens to me so well.”

“That is just great, dear. I am so happy for you. So when do you want to get started?”

“Right away, mother. That is why I want to bring him home for spring break. To get things started.”

“Well I think that would be grand! Grandma and I can size up your young fellow and help you decide how best to proceed. Do you think he will be any trouble for you?”

“Oh no mother. Like I said, he is very pretty. And he so sweet and demure. He will do whatever I tell him to do, I am sure of that. He passed 3 different psych tests that I ran on him. It’s just …” and Lisa gave her mother a worried look.

“Yes sweetheart, tell me what concerns you.”

“Well it is father. It’s just …”

Her mother quickly cut her off, “You are afraid that father might scare him off. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t worry about that, Lisa honey. We will simply tell him that your father is working.”

“All week?”

“Your father does keep long hours, doesn’t he? And he does travel a bit.”

“Of course,” Lisa conceded. “What about Maggie though?”

Again her mother patted her hand to comfort her, “It really is none of Maggie’s business, now is it? Maggie does what she is told.”

At that moment Maggie walked back into the dining room, picked up a few more plates and dishes, and without uttering a word returned to the kitchen. The girls watched her as she went about her chores and then turned to each other again. “Can Maggie give me a ride back to school when she is done?” Lisa asked.

“Of course. I think you are in a hurry to get back to your young project, aren’t you? So what exactly are you going to do with your petite boy, Lisa dear?”

“Why mother, I am going to feminize him and turn him into the most beautiful and adoring and obedient boy a wife could ever desire. Just like you and grandma did.”

The two girls stood and hugged each other tightly. “My baby girl is growing up,” mother said with tears forming in her eyes.

CHAPTER 2

Maggie returned home from her chauffeur duties and found Mona in her drawing room, sitting at her writing desk. Maggie was serving afternoon tea, but she was still wearing her chauffeur uniform. Maggie’s chauffeur clothes were not your typical style for driving. In fact, they were fit more for horseback riding. She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater under a gray, dressage dress-coat. The coat had leather patches on the shoulders and elbows. With the coat she was wearing gray riding trousers with the tops tucked into her calf-high boots. Her hair was put up in a French braid, and she wore no jewelry except for a dainty wrist watch.

Mona was busy at her desk writing and crossing-off points from a rather elaborate list. Maggie set the tea on Mona’s desk without Mona acknowledging Maggie in the least. Maggie prepared her own tea, then sat down in a comfortable, wing-back chair. She crossed her legs and took a sip of her tea while she waited for Mona to finish her task.

Without looking up from her list Mona asked, “Did you get Lisa off to school safely?”

“Yeas ma’am. No troubles.”

Mona said nothing, but continued with her list, vigorously adding several items to the bottom. After several more minutes of writing and tapping her pen on the desk, Mona set down her pen and sighed in relief. She picked up her tea and swiveled around to address Maggie. She quickly spotted Maggie sitting in the corner chair. A disgusted look crossed over Mona’s face. In a stern voice she said, “Maggie, this is not a garage. Your driving duties are finished for the day. Please go change into something more appropriate.”

“Yes ma’am,” Maggie answered dutifully. She stood and quickly walked from the room.

Mona leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her tea. “I swear,” she said to no one, “that girl needs constant supervision. She is going to drive me batty.”

It took a full fifteen minutes for Maggie to return in her maid uniform. By that time Mona’s tea was finished and Maggie’s tea was cold. Maggie refilled Mona’s cup and then warmed her own. When she was finished, Maggie returned to her chair, and re-took her position.

Mona watched the operation with an emotionless expression. When Maggie finally returned to her chair, Mona watched her smooth her ruffled skirt, then sit and cross her legs in a very feminine manner. Mona looked at Maggie’s legs and couldn’t stifle a small smile. Maggie did indeed have beautiful legs.

Mona sipped her tea and took her time composing her instructions to Maggie. “Did Lisa tell you she was bringing her boy friend home with her next week?”

Maggie looked surprised. “No she did not.”

“Not surprising,” Mona noted. “She is worried about you and I am sure that is why she did not say anything to you.”

“Worried? About me? But why, Miss Mona?” Maggie was quite perplexed.

“Isn’t it obvious, Maggie dear? She doesn’t want you scaring away her new friend.”

Maggie began to complain but Mona quickly cut her off, “We will have to take a few precautions. You will need to take the week off from your office job. I want you here full time in your maid capacity.” Maggie opened her mouth to speak but Mona quickly swished her finger to and fro to stop her. “Close your pretty red lips and just listen. I have already talked with mother and told her the situation. Mother positively agreed that you should have the week off so that you can tend full time to your domestic duties. Work can wait, this is important to Lisa.

“Also, I want you to spend full time in the maid’s quarters while Lisa’s friend is here. Move whatever you need before he arrives. And I want you in your finest, dress uniforms. Send everything out to the cleaners this week.

“Next, I want you to concentrate on Lisa’s bedroom this week. I want it sparkling. Air out the room during the day and make sure that there are fresh flowers for next week. Put satin sheets on the bed and pull out Lisa’s old stuffed animals and dolls, and place them around the room. Lisa’s friend will be staying there, and I want the room to be especially frilly and feminine for him.

“Then prepare the spare bedroom for Lisa. Give her satin sheets and prepare the room just as soft and frilly as her own room. You never know if the two of them might not sneak off together for a bit of petting and kissing.”

Maggie blushed just a bit but responded appropriately, “Yes ma’am.”

“You will pick them up after lunch next Friday. I want you to tell them that you will handle the luggage, and then put the kids in the car. When you go to the trunk, load only Lisa’s luggage. Leave the boy’s luggage behind. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“When you arrive here, usher the kids into the house and tell them that you will handle their luggage. Then I want you to immediately slip into your maid uniform and prepare tea. There will be 6 of us. Get those chocolate cakes that I particularly like. Any questions?”

“No ma’am.”

“I want you to move your salon appointment from Saturday to Friday. Take this Friday off too. I want you available for driving the kids around on Saturday. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” Mona seemed to finish with her instructions and so Maggie took the opportunity to ask a question, “Miss Mona, why does Lisa think I’ll scare away her boyfriend?”

“Well isn’t it obvious, silly. He might not like the prospect of being domesticated and feminized like Lisa’s father.”

Maggie was even more confused. “Why not? I don’t understand?”

“Come now Maggie, Sam isn’t volunteering like you did. Lisa is going to have to train him slowly and clandestinely before he fully understands what his new role will be. We don’t want him to turn and run, now do we?” Mona asked as she began giggling. “This is going to be such a grand adventure!” she chirped as she giggled again. Mona looked into Maggie’s eyes and said, “Sometimes I wish you would have put up more of a fight. You were such an easy sissy!”

Maggie looked towards her lap and muttered, “I’m sorry I disappointed you ma’am.” She looked so dejected that Mona had to apologize.

Mona placed her cup and saucer on the desk and stood. She walked over behind Maggie and leaned over the back of the chair and placed her arms around Maggie. She cuddled Maggie’s head between her breasts and made soft cooing sounds. “Maggie, you turned out just beautiful and I love you for it. It’s just that sometimes the chase is as much fun as the catch. Don’t you think?” She gave Maggie a kiss on the head and then a little pat on the hair.

Mona walked back towards her desk and announced, “I have a lot more to do on this list. Please clean up and then you may begin preparing dinner.” Maggie was dismissed.

CHAPTER 3

All week long the telephone calls flew back and fourth between Mona and her daughter. “Did you get my list?”

A reluctant, “Yea.”

“And we need a good picture of the two of you side-by-side. It will help us judge his size. Do you have a picture that you can e-mail me?”

“Of course, mom. But …”

“Do you know his shoe size?”

“No.”

“We’ll start with tea Friday afternoon, and then grandma and grandpa can join us for dinner also. Maggie can make one of her dessert specialties.”

“Mom!” Lisa screamed.

“What, dear?”

“Mom, give me some space. This is my boy friend, my dream. You’re taking all the fun out of this. This list is like a recipe — How to Transform a Boy into the Ideal Wife. Mom, I want to do this myself.”

Mona backpedaled as fast as she could. “Of course, dear. These are only some ideas for you. You have to do all the work. These are only suggestions and tips. When I was in your heels, your grandmother passed along some of her tips to me, of which some I was able to use and some flopped. Now I am passing some of those ideas along to you, but you have to execute everything. Every boy is different and so you have to make all the final decisions. I’m just trying to give you some suggestions. You make all the final decisions, dear.”

That seemed to mollify Lisa. “Ok mom. I’ll study the list tonight and see if there are some ideas that I can use.”

The next day they were back on the phone again. “What time would you like your salon appointment?”

“Is it too late to get in Saturday morning?”

“Not for you sweetie. What do you want for Samantha?”

“Samantha?”

“Well dear, I mean, he needs a feminine name and I just assumed that this would be an obvious choice.”

“Well I did choose Samantha, but you’re assuming so much, mom.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited for you. Do you want to go to the salon on Saturday morning?”

Lisa seemed a bit conciliatory towards he mother, “Yes. Make an appointment for both of us. How does a cut and style and a facial sound?”

“Perfect, Lisa. I’ll set it up.”

Later that day, “Lisa, your grandmother and I think Samantha is probably one size larger than you for panties, what do you think?”

“Mom! You can’t go out shopping for undies! I want to make those choices, mom.” Lisa was beginning to whine a little, as well as complain. “This is my boyfriend, not yours and grandmother’s.”

“But of course dear, but when are you going to get the chance to go shopping between now and Friday?”

“But mom, you’re trying to take over everything!”

“No, no dear. I am only your feet here. You go on-line and pick out what styles and colors that you want. I’ll run over to Victoria’s and pick them up for you. Is that acceptable?”

A reluctant, “Yea, I guess so.”

“You get on-line and pick out his entire wardrobe for next week. Just send me a note tonight and Maggie and I’ll go buy them this week.”

“Maggie? Is she going …” Lisa sounded worried.

Mona quickly cut her off, “You don’t have to worry about Maggie. I’ve discussed this with her. She is going to take off work next week and spend all of her time as our maid. She will be at your beck and call full time. She is even moving into the maid quarters for the week.”

“Oh? Really?” Lisa was feeling a bit confused and a little guilty. “But mom, I don’t want to do that to dad. Isn’t that just a little mean?”

“Lisa darling, don’t worry about Maggie. Long, long ago she and I agreed to our lifestyle. She has no problems at all with our arrangement. Relax Lisa, your father likes his situation and wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“No kidding mom? I mean sometimes I wonder if you don’t … take advantage of dad.”

“Lisa, we need to talk about this when you get home. This is going to be critical in your transformation of Samantha. First, let me calm your concerns about your father. Your father had to be one of the easiest transformations of all time. He came into our relationship all macho and stupid, but he quickly decided to embrace his feminine side. At times I couldn’t hold him back. Your father dear, was born to be a submissive and he discovered it very early in our relationship. He is very comfortable with that role and after he discovered that he set the pace more than me.

“But concerning boys in general, if Sam is dead-set against you, you won’t be able to feminize him. He has to want this. The problem is most men don’t know what they want. Their entire sense of worth and their future dreams are manufactured by Hollywood and ESPN. That’s where you come in, you have to help him see where he wants to be, and what he wants to become. You have to guide him to where you want him, and all the while he has to think it his idea.”

“Mom, I really want a pretty and feminine husband. I want to go to the salon with him and get our hair styled together. I want him to have a tiny waist and big boobs and I want everyone to stare at him when we go out on the town. I want him to think, act and look like a gorgeous woman, but most importantly I want him to worship me as his superior female.

“And as much as I want all of that, and as much as I am looking forward to transforming him, I worry that I may not be successful.” And in a quieter voice she added, “And I worry that maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Shush, my little girl. Don’t you worry about any of those things. It’s natural for anyone to have some self-doubt when starting out on a grand adventure. That’s why we need to talk more. Don’t worry dear, with grandmother’s and my help you can’t possibly fail. And as for Samantha, he either wants it or he doesn’t. There is no reason to feel guilty for something he chooses, because in the end, he will have to make his own decisions.”

“Thanks mom.”

Later that same day Mona called Lisa again. “Dear, your room is now wired for sound and visual. So is Harriet’s old room”

“Will he be able to tell?”

“Not a chance. I brought in an expert that we use at work. He’s the best.”

“Will I be able to see too?”

“What do you mean? Of course you will be able to watch,” Mona assured her daughter.

“In the guest room? Can I watch in the guest room?”

“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. We ran the lines down to my study. I’m not sure that’s a good idea though.”

“Why not?” a slightly disgruntled Lisa asked. “He is my boyfriend mother,” she said in a slightly warning type of voice. A warning like, “I’m about to blow up with all of your interference and disregard for me.”

“Well darling, I’m sure the two of you are going to want to indulge in a little physical activity.”

“I am not having unplanned sex!” Lisa quickly blurted out.

“Oh I know that,” Mona shot back. “I mean the two of you do kiss and pet a little. You must. Everyone does.” Lisa said nothing. “So unless you want Maggie and me watching you, you’re going to have to do that in your guest room.”

“So?”

“So? So he might see your monitors or hear your speakers. I think it is too dangerous.”

“I don’t care. When I send him to bed, I don’t want to have to come all the way down to your study to see what he is wearing. And what if he has a question and comes down to the guest room looking for me and I’m not there? He’ll get suspicious.”

“I’m not sure,” Mona said warily.

“Mom, I insist. Tell your tech to figure out a way I can totally and quickly kill the picture and sound if Sam comes knocking on my door.”

“But you also have to make sure that he doesn’t recognize anything even when it is turned off.”

“Well I’m sure your expert can come up with something.”

“Ok dear, I’ll see what we can do.”

“Thanks mom.”

The next day they were on the phone again. “Mom, did you get my clothing list.”

“I certainly did dear. Your grandmother wants to go shopping with me to pick up everything.”

“What do you think of my choices?” Lisa was still a little unsure of her ability to make the best decisions.

“They’re just fine dear. I think he will particularly enjoy his pajamas and lingerie.”

Lisa sighed. “Was silk the right choice? Are the pajamas frilly enough?”

“They’re perfect dear. Don’t fret your little head about a thing. Just make sure that you distract him when you get in the car Friday. You don’t want him to notice that you left his luggage behind. You know how to do that don’t you dear? How to distract him?” Mona gave her daughter a little giggle when she asked the question.

Lisa giggled without having to respond. Mother and daughter were on the same wavelength. Lisa then turned a bit more serious, “Mom, the other day you said that in the end Sam will have to make his own decisions. What if he ... doesn’t want to? What if he makes the wrong decision?”

“Lisa darling, you don’t let him make the wrong decision. You have to be smarter than him, which really shouldn’t be a problem for you, not with grandmother’s and my help.”

Lisa felt a bit better. “Really?” she asked hopefully.

“But of course. If you plan carefully, every time he needs to make a decision the outcome will be preordained. You work in baby steps to manipulate him where you want him. You don’t ask him to jump into a wedding dress immediately. You put him in silky pajamas and panties first. You smother him in feminine surroundings and keep him away from anything even remotely masculine. You inundate him with the pleasures of soft clothing and fragrances and you keep him in female company and society continuously. He must forget what it is like to be one of the boys.”

“Mom, what about sex?”

“That is your most powerful weapon, Lisa. His blood is boiling with hormones at your age, and they make it much easier to control him. But sex is tricky; too much too soon and he becomes satisfied. If he is satisfied enough he may even decide that he can go somewhere else to get it. We’ll talk about sex again. Your grandmother taught me how to use it, and I must say, she was right about almost everything.”

“Thanks mom. I’m really looking forward to Friday.”

“Me too dear. Me too.”

CHAPTER 4

Lisa and Sam were sitting on the steps outside Lisa’s sorority house. Their luggage was stacked up next to the curb and they were texting each other obnoxious little love notes while they watched for Maggie. They would groan at stupid puns and giggle at some items that would have made their parents blush a bright red.

Lisa had made sure to push Sam’s duffel to the back against some bushes. From the drive they wouldn’t be able to see it sitting there. In short order a large Mercedes sedan drove up the circular drive and parked in front of them. Sam watched as the chauffeur opened the door and began walking towards them. The chauffeur was a tall woman, very thin, almost skinny, and relatively attractive for a forty something. She stood almost 5 foot 8 or 9 inches tall, but in riding boots she looked to be almost 6 feet tall. She had an attractive face and was wearing a bit more make-up than usual. Her auburn hair was pulled back and braided into a thick ponytail.

Lisa jumped off the steps and ran over to greet the chauffeur with a hug. “Hi Maggie. I’d like to introduce you to Sam Springer. Sam this is Maggie.”

Sam reached for her hand and noticed the neatly manicured nails with an elaborate design painted on them. He also inhaled her fragrant and enticing perfume. The perfume had a spicy edge to it that Sam really liked. Maggie surprised Sam with her firm handshake. “Pleased to meet you Sam,” she said in a very professional manner. Maggie walked over to the rear door and held it open for them. “You two jump in and I’ll handle the luggage.”

Lisa grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled him into the rear seat of the luxurious automobile. Lisa kept hold of his arm and they leaned against each other and kissed as the trunk lid popped up and hid Maggie from their sight. “This is going to be so much fun, Sam,” Lisa said as she laid her head on Sam’s shoulder and hugged his arm. I can’t wait to get you home and introduce you to everyone.”

Sam was inherently a shy boy, and he wasn’t so excited about meeting Lisa’s family. Sam made a soft groan to show Lisa his apprehension. “Oh don’t worry Sam. None of them bite — at least that I know of,” she grinned. “And not everyone will be there. Father is off working and my sister is away at school. Her spring break is next week.”

“Where does she go to school?” Sam asked.

“It’s a small private school for special girls. You’ve never heard of it, I’m sure.”

Maggie slammed the trunk lid shut and walked up to her car door. She entered the car and turned around to face the kids, “All set Lisa?”

Lisa gave her a big smile and said “Yep. Let’s go home Maggie.”

The ride home took 3 hours and the 2 kids fell asleep for a large portion of it. When they exited the interstate, they both woke up and silently watched the drive through town. Sam was impressed with Lisa’s neighborhood. The houses were huge mansions, partially hidden behind large shrubs and long curving drives. Many even had black iron fencing around them. The closer they got to Lisa’s home, the larger the houses appeared.

Finally, Maggie turned onto a cul-de sac and the biggest house of the neighborhood was at the end. There were no other houses on this street, and huge trees, shrubs and a stone wall bordered the road as they drove up to the 3 story mansion. When Maggie pulled into the driveway, Sam could get a much better appreciation for the property and mansion. Simply put, it was huge. It was elegant and it certainly looked like old-money. There were multiple chimneys sprouting from the roof line, and each chimney was topped off with elaborate chimney pots. The roof line had more angles, peaks and dormers than you could count. And there were several green weather vanes located along the very highest peaks. The roof itself looked 3-dimensional, as if the shingles were slate or maybe even wood.

The house was Tudor style with brown brick going up to the highest peaks. Brown timbers were interspersed in the brick to give the look of timber framing. Or maybe it was timber-framed. Sam couldn’t tell for sure. The house had to have over a dozen bedrooms, Sam thought. The front of the house had at least 20 windows on the second and third floors, and 3 small balconies jutted out for just a few feet in front of double glass doors.

Sam turned to Lisa, and with a big grin on his face he said, “Nice shack.”

Lisa returned his grin, “It’ll do.”

Maggie pulled up in front of a wide walk leading to the front door. Sam moved to open the door but Lisa grabbed his hand. “Wait for Maggie, it is the proper way to exit the car.” Maggie walked around the car and opened the door for the two of them. Lisa and then Sam stepped out and Maggie said, “Please go inside, I’ll handle your luggage.”

Lisa gave Maggie another hug and then turned to Sam and took his hand. Sam was feeling intimidated. The walk up to the front door was made of stone and there wasn’t a single bit of moss or grass growing between the large stone slabs. The front door was almost ten feet tall, arched with a double door that looked solid enough to hold off an army. As they walked up to the door, hand in hand, Sam quietly asked, “Lisa, can I ask a rather impolite question?”

“Ok.”

“Was I supposed to give Maggie a hug, also?”

Lisa started giggling. “No, you are not supposed to hug the help. It’s just that Maggie is rather special so I always give her a hug. You won’t have to hug her or any of the other servants.”

“Thanks, because this is all over my head and I don’t know all the upper society rules. Why didn’t you tell me you had this much money?” he asked.

“Because I didn’t want you to think me pretentious.”

“Well I never would have guessed. And neither would any of the kids at school.”

“Good, because that’s the way I want it,” she said to Sam. “I want people to underestimate me,” she thought to herself. “That’s the way mom taught me.”

Just as they reached the doors, one of them opened. The two of them stepped inside and Sam saw a large black man, dressed in a coat with tails, holding the door for them. “Welcome home Miss Lisa,” he said with a deep booming voice and a large genuine smile.

“Thank you Chas, it is always nice to come home.”

“Your mother is waiting for you in the front sitting room, ma’am.”

Still holding Sam’s hand she led him into a large hall while Chas closed the door and walked off in the other direction. Sam stopped in the middle of the hall and turned around as he took in the obvious display of wealth. The floor was carrera marble and reflected all of the lights around the room. Above the door was a stained glass window portraying a fire breathing dragon. The ceiling went up three floors and a huge black iron and glass chandelier hung down from the peak. The chain links looked huge. Sam couldn’t even guess as to what the chandelier might weigh.

Around the hall were numerous small tables with a statue or vase sitting on it. Several feet above each table a light was hanging from the wall and directed onto the art piece. “You don’t do that for Walmart knick-knacks,” Sam thought. Two sets of stairs made with large marble spindles led off in opposite directions. Three doorways led off the entrance hall. One had doors but the other two opened into long hallways.

Lisa allowed Sam to turn around and gaze at the magnificence before them. Lisa fully understood that this entrance hall was designed to accomplish exactly what was happening with Sam. Visitors were supposed to be intimated and overwhelmed with the money and taste of the Hawthorne Family. It was a tremendous home field advantage.

After several moments, Lisa again took Sam’s hand with hers, and led him down the first hallway. A short distance down the hall, Lisa turned them into a room facing the front of the house. Sam was surprised at how small the room was. Not that it was tiny, but up until now everything had been built on such a grand scale. The room had wainscoting around the inside walls, with a rose pattern wallpaper above it. Sconces hung from the wall between large, oversize paintings of old people, mostly women. Probably ancestors Sam thought.

The front of the room had a large bay window with potted plants sitting on the floor in front of the windows, and a small wooden table sitting in the middle of the bay. And around the room were five high, wing backed chairs, each with a small table beside each chair. A sixth chair was much smaller and had no table. In 3 of the chairs sat elegantly dressed women. Each of the women had her hair in a different type of up style. They were wearing long sleeved dresses; one yellow, one white and one a rose color. The styles were all very similar and made Sam think of 19th century Southern aristocracy. The dresses had high collars which precluded necklaces, but each woman was wearing dangling earrings, and multiple rings on her hand. There was no deficit of expensive looking jewelry.

And most disconcertingly, each woman was staring directly at Sam, as if measuring his very worth; which is exactly what they were doing. And to be even more exact, they were looking at his dimensions; height, weight, chest, waist, hips, wrists, hands, nose, cheek bones and even his lips. They studied his complexion and the color of his hair and eyes. They were looking at his hairline, the curve of his jaw and neck and the set of his shoulders. In their minds, all 3 women were dressing him in bras, corsets and heels. They were imagining what color lipstick would go with which shade of eyeliner to best enhance his complexion and facial features. Two of the women wistfully wondered about his loins and buttocks, while the third was more interested in his lips. But all 3 must have approved of what they saw, because they each gave Lisa a large smile.

Lisa led Sam over to the first chair and introduced him. “Sam, this is my grandmother Miss Grace Hawthorne.” Miss Hawthorne remained seated and offered her hand to Sam.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, young Sam,” she said with a sweet smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you also,” Sam returned.

Lisa took Sam to the next chair, “Sam this is Miss Eunice Hawthorne.” Miss Eunice Hawthorne also remained seated as she surprised Sam with her firm handshake. Her hand was considerably bigger than the very petite hand that Grace had offered him. Sam also noticed that both Eunice and Grace had neatly manicured nails, and both were wearing the same mauve nail polish color.

And finally, Lisa led Sam to the most beautiful of the 3 older women — at least Sam thought so. “Sam, this is my mother Miss Mona Hawthorne.”

Mona remained seated while she shook hands with Sam. “Sam, that is such a pretty name. Please take a seat,” she said. Again, for some strange reason, Sam noticed her fingers. They were manicured just like Maggie’s had been.

Lisa led Sam to the smallest chair, and then seated herself next to her grandmother. Sam’s chair was smaller than the others, so he found himself looking up to the women. Lisa’s mother and grandmother were seated directly across from Sam, so that they could continue studying him. The unwitting fly was now in the spider’s web.

“Welcome to our home,” Mona said. “Make yourself comfortable and do ask for anything you might need. Lisa and Maggie will take good care of you, I’m sure. So tell us a little about yourself, dear. Where are you from?”

And thus began the grilling of Sam. Mona and Grace were very polite in their questions, but they were persistent in finding out everything they could about Sam’s life and history. Sam was being measured. Their psychological probing was subtle but well practiced. Half way through the interrogation, Maggie entered carrying a large silver tray. She set the tray on the small table in the bay window. Maggie was no longer dressed in her chauffeur uniform, but was wearing a frilly maid uniform in black and white.

She began filling tea cups and handing them to the women, after serving Sam first. Maggie then offered sugar on another elegant silver tray, and finally she passed around chocolate wafers. After she was finished, Maggie took the remaining seat next to Mona.

“How nice,” Grace said. “Here we are all together. What a lovely day outside and such a lovely group inside. Maggie, Mona tells me that you have a delicious dinner planned for us, but she wouldn’t say what you are preparing. Is it a secret?”

Maggie grinned and answered cryptically, “If Miss Mona says it is a secret, who am I to spill the beans?”

Grace laughed politely and returned her gaze towards Sam. Sam’s grilling lasted for another 30 minutes, until the women had discovered all they needed to know. “Enough of this,” Mona announced. “I am sure the kids have had a long drive back from school and they would appreciate a little down time. And I am sure Maggie has some work to do in the kitchen.”

Mona stood and motioned Sam and Lisa up. “Lisa will you please show Sam to his room and then maybe Sam would like a tour of the grounds.”

Lisa held her hand out to Sam, “Come along Sam, let’s go see the house.”

As Lisa led Sam from the room, Mona took her seat so the 4 women could talk some more. “Well?” Mona asked the group of women.

“He passes,” Miss Grace began. “I don’t think he could reach 5’10 in 4 inch heels. He’s a bit on the plump side, but that extra weight can easily be removed. I hope it doesn’t thin his face too much, but alas, it usually does. All in all, he could potentially challenge Gisela for beauty.”

“I would have to see a little more of him before I judged him in the same ballpark as Gisela,” Mona added. All 4 girls laughed at Mona’s inside joke.

“I think he passes psychologically,” Miss Eunice said. “Lisa says he did well on his movie and book tests. He had no father to instill silly macho ideals in his psyche. He misses his mother and I think he is ripe for some female guidance and leadership. He is begging for female companionship and I think that will allow him to be easily dominated by a girl. Throw in a little sex and he will roll over like a puppy.”

“I agree,” Maggie added. “I already see several questionable if not yet fully effeminate mannerisms in how he sits and moves. He is no athlete and he seems to be more interested in grace and style than in power. I see a strong beginning of epicene characteristics in his eyes, hairline, and shoulders. He unwittingly sits on one hip like a sissy might. And he makes eye contact. I like that in a boy.”

“Then it’s agreed?” Mona asked. Everyone nodded yes.

CHAPTER 5

Sam was extremely thankful for the end of the tea party. He didn’t think he had ever been so nervous. Nor could he think of a tougher interview in his life. “Did I pass?” he whispered to Lisa.

Lisa gave him a squeeze on his hand and flashed a warm smile. “With flying colors. I should have warned you, but I was afraid that would have made you even more nervous. Mom and grandma still cling to the old ways. They cover their intrusiveness with the politeness of custom and manners, but they do demand their right of approval. It’s not just boyfriends, but everything to do with the family. But in the end they mean well. You’ll see.”

“Whew, I’m glad it’s over,” Sam said.

Lisa giggled a bit, “With grandmother and mom it’s never over. But the worst is behind you. So don’t worry, they loved you, and now let’s forget about it. I’ll show you the house.”

“You mean the mansion, don’t you?”

“Yea, I guess so. And the grounds outside too. Come on,” and she pulled him down the hall, back the way they had entered.

Lisa began the tour on the first floor, finished with the kitchen and walked past the maid’s quarters in the back. “That’s where Maggie lives,” Lisa pointed out. “If there is anything you need, and I mean anything, come see Maggie. She’ll take great care of you.”

Then Lisa pulled Sam out a small back door and into the back gardens. They walked by the heated Olympic size pool, through the pool house and down the hill to the barn. “You’ve never ridden have you?” Sam gave a little shake of the head to signify no. “I love riding,” she said. “We will go riding this week and I’m sure you are going to love it. Come on, I’ll introduce you to my Cinnamon, and then we’ll see who Jennifer is going to give to you. Probably Abigail.”

When they reached the barn, they went straight to Lisa’s horse, Cinnamon. They went in the stall and Lisa introduced the two of them before she slid up on Cinnamon’s bare back. “I love her,” Lisa admitted as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Cinnamon’s neck. “She’s the best horse ever.”

“And Cinnamon loves you to,” a voice from outside the stall said. The voice had an Irish lilt to it. “She’s missed you Lisa. She mopes around when she doesn’t see you on a daily basis.”

Lisa slid off Cinnamon and led Sam out of the stall. “And I mope when I don’t get to ride her,” Lisa said to the red haired girl in cover-alls. “Jennifer, I’d like you to meet Sam. Jennifer takes wonderful care of our 4 legged friends,” Lisa said to Sam. Sam and Jennifer shook hands, and Sam could smell the aroma of animals on Jennifer.

“So who does Sam get to ride?”

Jennifer motioned to the two of them and walked them down a couple of stalls. “Sam, you’ve never ridden before?”

“Afraid not.”

“Abigail will be a great starter for you. She seems to love boys. She doesn’t see too many, so I am sure she will take a great liking to you.”

Lisa smiled. “If that’s the case, she’ll only love you for a short while,” she thought to herself.

Maggie was carrying a tray of sliced carrots and celery when she came to Mona’s study. Mona, Grace and Eunice were sitting behind Mona’s desk chatting idly. “Where are the kids now?” Grace asked Maggie.

“The last update had them leaving the barn and heading this way,” she said as she set down the tray.

“Well it’s about time,” Grace said with a slight growl in her voice. “I’m getting anxious to see how he handles his first hurdle.”

“Patience mother,” Mona said. “Maggie, you better get back to the kitchen. Lisa will be calling shortly.

“Yes ma’am,” and Maggie headed back to the kitchen.

Lisa and Sam finished their tour of the grounds and returned to the house through the kitchen. Maggie was instructing a young girl in a maid’s dress on the best way to fillet a fish. “Hi Maggie,” Lisa yelled as they left the kitchen on their way upstairs. Maggie quickly called the study and informed the women about Lisa’s progress. The women scooted closer to the video monitors.

Lisa led Sam down the hall, pointing out her sister’s room and a couple of the numerous guest rooms. “Here is where I’ll be staying,” she said as she led Sam into the guest room. They did a quick look around and continued down the hall. “You will be staying in my room.”

“I can’t do that,” Sam complained. “Let me take a guest room. This is your home you should be sleeping in your own bed.”

“Not to worry, all of the beds in this house are very comfortable. And besides, you’re a VIP. I want to put the VIP in the best accommodations possible. That means my room. Come on let me show you.”

Lisa’s room was typical of the manor. First off, it was huge. Not only was the bedroom large, but there was an attached bath, a sitting room with a large screen HDTV, and it also had one of the balconies that Sam had noticed earlier. “Wow,” was the first thing he said. He looked at the huge king size bed with a canopy over it. The wood looked old — very old. He was sure that the bed was an antique. The canopy and spread were both a soft, pastel pink — very feminine he thought. The bed was covered with stuffed animals. A veritable zoo he imagined.

Spread around the room was a desk, a vanity with an old fashioned oval mirror above it, and not one, not two but three dressers. Plus a floor to ceiling armoire. And they all had the same wood and style as the bed. The only think that didn’t match was a cedar chest at the foot of her bed.

In her sitting room, along with the large screen HDTV was a piano. “Do you play the piano, too?” he asked. Lisa answered with a humble little murmur.

Sam was totally knocked out by the bath. It was as big as his dorm room. It had a walk-in shower that was so big it didn’t need a door on it. The tub was actually a whirlpool. And the sink was 10 feet long with two bowls set in a marble counter top. Even the floor was made of marble. And behind the counter was a mirror that went all the way to the ceiling and it also was 10 feet long. With the toilet there was also a bidet. And by both the tub and shower were heated towel racks that turned on when the lights came on.

Sam tried to downplay his amazement. “I’m going to have to stay here?” he said in his most dismissive voice. “It’s a little … rough, isn’t it?” Lisa grinned and grabbed him in a hug. They looked into each others eyes and their lips were slowly pulled towards one another. They stood in the middle of the bathroom and kissed passionately. Sam’s hands began to slowly slide down Lisa’s back and reach for her butt. He dug his fingers into her firm ass as he pulled her tighter into himself. The women in the study were able to clearly see him push his crotch tightly against Lisa’s.

“The masher!” Grace exclaimed in mock disgust. Eunice and Mona broke out laughing.

Lisa broke their embrace and prepared to play her part for the audience. “Let me show you where you can put your clothes.” She led Sam back into the bedroom and over to a closet door. She opened the door and said, “You can keep your things in here.” Then she walked over to one of her dressers and pulled open the lower drawer. It was empty. “And you can put your undies and things in here.”

“Where is my stuff?” he asked.

“Right over there,” and she nonchalantly pointed to a spot next to the door where her luggage was sitting.

“I don’t see it,” he said, as he walked over to take a closer look. After a careful check he turned to Lisa, “It’s not here.”

“I’m sure it is. It has to be. Maggie said she put everything in my room.”

“Maybe she accidentally left it in the car,” Sam suggested. “Can we go look?”

“No need,” Lisa answered as she picked up an old-fashioned telephone from her nightstand. She turned the dial twice and waited for an answer. “Hi Maggie. Sam’s bag isn’t here. Did you leave it in the car?” She listened for a moment and then hung up. “She’s going out to the car to check. She’ll be right back.”

Lisa sat down on her bed and pushed a few stuffed animals out of the way. She patted the bed next to her, inviting Sam over for a bit more kissing. As Sam reached the bed, Lisa laid back and let Sam climb on top of her. Sam again pressed his crotch against Lisa as they began kissing. The groping didn’t last long before the phone rang.

Lisa answered the phone and responded with a few grunts before she hung up. “Maggie searched the car and says it isn’t there. And she says the only bags she brought up to the room were mine. She thought maybe you were using one of my duffels.”

“Then where is it?” Sam asked, with just a hint of panic seeping into his voice.

“Let me call back to school and see if we left it behind.” Lisa used another old fashioned telephone on her desk as Sam looked on. “Hi Constance, Lisa here. Can you do me a favor? Check the front steps and see if there is a duffel sitting there. Probably on the right hand side. That’s where we were waiting. Oh, we just got home and we’re looking for Sam’s bag, we can’t find it anywhere. Yea, we’re hoping that we left it there. I don’t know where else it could be.”

Sam listened to Lisa’s side of the conversation as Constance walked outside to look for the bag. Sam started wondering what he would do if the bag wasn’t there. Then an even more alarming thought popped into his head — what if it was there? What would he do here?

Constance didn’t take long to make her way outside. “Oh it is? That’s great Constance. Do me a favor, put it in my room, please? Thanks a million,” and she hung up. “It’s back at school,” Lisa passed along. “Constance is going to put it in my room. So you’re all set,” she announced.

“Not exactly,” Sam rebutted. “What am I going to do for another week?”

Lisa played her part and acted surprised. “Oh yea. Well … uhm …” and she stalled for time.

“Can we run out shopping?” Sam asked.

“Why not?” Lisa answered sprightly. “Let me see when Maggie can take us out.” Lisa went back to her night stand and called Maggie. “Maggie, Sam left his duffel at school, can we go shopping?” She listened for the better part of a minute before she hung up.

“Well?”

“The answer is not tonight. She’s in the middle of dinner and she can’t leave. By the time we’re done with dinner, the stores will be closed. You’ll just have to make do, she said. So let’s see what I have for you to use,” Maggie said cheerily as she started pulling open drawers.

“Don’t go to any trouble for me. I’ll just wear what I have on for tonight,” Sam said.

“I’m sure that you want to clean up before we go to dinner. And mom likes us to dress for guests. In fact she is kind of a stickler for it. So you can’t put on your old clothes. Let’s just look to see what we have.”

Lisa went into one of her drawers and pulled out a new package of Victoria’s Secret blue silk panties and tossed them to Sam. “Those are one size bigger than I normally wear, so they should fit you fine.” Sam caught the package and looked at it in alarm. Lisa turned back to her drawers and pulled out a package of new knee high socks. “Here you go,” and she tossed them to Sam.

Sam wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew he was in a bind. Those women had intimidated him enough earlier that he didn’t want to show up for dinner in dirty clothes. On the other hand, he didn’t want them to know that he was wearing girl’s panties. “That’s ok,” he began. “I don’t need these,” and he tossed them on the bed.

Lisa didn’t act the slightest bit flustered. “Yes you do,” she told him. “Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. If you stretch them out you can keep them.” She turned towards one of her large walk-in closets and muttered, “A nice top for dinner, a nice top for dinner,” she kept muttering as Sam stood outside the closet door and watched Lisa pawing through tons of hanging clothes. His face was white and his knees were shaking, but he didn’t know what to say.

Lisa pulled a long-sleeve, paisley blue top off the closet rack and showed it to Sam. It had a peter pan collar and buttons down the front, but on the opposite side of a man’s shirt. “What do you think?” she asked as she held it front of her.

“Not my first choice,” he grinned.

“Well it’s this or a sweater. I can’t find anything less feminine in here, and a sweater is going to be hot. And you’re not going to wear that T-shirt. Mom will crucify me — and then maybe you.

Sam continued grinning and relented, “Then it will have to do, I guess.”

“Good choice,” and Lisa handed him the blouse. “Now, trousers. “Would you consider wearing a skirt?” Lisa asked in dead earnestness.

“It wouldn’t be my first choice,” Sam answered.

“Well the problem is I don’t have much in the way of trousers. I have jodhpurs, but those are for riding. And I don’t really have any dress suits with slacks. All of mine have skirts. I’ve got jeans, but again, mom will not be happy. And that’s about all I have. Are you sure you won’t wear a skirt,” she asked with a smile.

This was the first tough choice planned by the women. They didn’t really expect him to accept a skirt, but if he did they knew their job was already finished. And even if he didn’t accept the skirt offer, it didn’t concern them all that much. It was simply an early test to see if they could convert him quickly.

“I hate to upset your mother, but I really don’t want to wear a skirt. How much trouble will I be in if I wear these jeans?” He meant his own.

“Mom will probably toss you out for ever,” Lisa said with a small smirk. “Listen, if you’re going to wear jeans, make them as clean and new as possible. You’ll just have to wear a pair of mine.” Lisa looked through her jean collection and found the new pair that Mona and Grace had bought for Sam. They were Liz Claiborne, hip-huggers with no pockets and sized to fit Sam very snugly.

“Is everything you own brand new?” Sam asked as he accepted the jeans.

“Well we can afford it,” Lisa answered unapologetically. “Last, you will not wear sneakers. In all seriousness, mom will blow a gasket over sneakers at the dinner table. I have a pair of shoes that you can wear.” Lisa handed him a pair of black shoes with a brass buckle on the top and 2 inch heels. “These will have to do,” she said as she handed the pair to Sam.

“Ok, that does it I guess. Why don’t you go take a shower and dress. I’ll be back in about an hour. Ok?” Lisa gave Sam a peck on the cheek and left for her guest room and her monitors.

Sam sat down on the bed and looked around the room. He picked up the bag of panties that he had tossed on the bed and began squeezing and playing with them. With a big sigh he ripped the package open and said in a small voice, “I guess I have no choice.”

The women watching the monitor all smiled. The continued watching as Sam stripped down and prepared for a shower. “He’s not exactly well endowed,” Mona said as she looked at his penis. Maggie and Eunice scowled, and Grace quickly reprimanded her, “It’s not the size that counts. And he has nice skin.”

Sam walked into the shower and adjusted the water temperature. The shower was a wrap around maze of plumbing that squirted out water from all sides and from floor to ceiling. Each set of nozzles was adjustable and he could set the spray from harsh to soft. Sam left the nozzles as they were and enjoyed the novel sensation of a surround shower. He found Lisa’s shampoos and soaps, but they were all very flowery. He decided to forgo the perfumed lotions, and used a wash cloth to wipe himself down.

Stepping out of the shower he pulled the towel off the warming rack and wrapped it around him. “Wow! I could get to like this,” he said aloud. The women smiled once more.

Sam finished drying himself then walked out into the bedroom and approached the bed. “Here we go,” Lisa muttered as she watched Sam on her monitor. Sam took out a pair of blue silk panties and held them in his hand. They were silk and especially soft. Sam turned towards the hidden camera as he rubbed the panties against his chest to feel their smoothness. As he did so, Lisa could see his penis begin to grow. A smile began spreading across her face, as she watched Sam slide first one foot and then the other into his new panties. He began pulling the panties up his legs and as he stood all of the women could see he had a full size erection.

“Bingo!” Mona exclaimed. “He’s ours,” she said as she stood and embraced Maggie in a big hug. They kissed and hugged, while Grace and Eunice smiled at one another.

“He’s going to be beautiful,” Grace said with the glint of a tear in her eye. “I wonder how Lisa is taking this?”

Lisa was jumping up and down on her bed and singing, “Pretty boy, sissy boy. Pretty boy, sissy boy. Pretty boy, sissy boy, and he’s all mine.”

Lisa knocked on the door to her bedroom before she opened it a crack and called in, “Can I come in?”

“Yea,” Sam called back as he looked at himself in the full length mirror. “I look like a fag,” he thought to himself. He turned to face Lisa and model his evening outfit.

Lisa was truly happy with how he looked and she expressed it to him. “You look nice, Sam. Everything fits you just great. How are the shoes?” She couldn’t tell him what he really looked like. His tight jeans and paisley blue shirt made him look like a teenage girl from the neck down. Even his facial structure had a slight feminine shape to it. But his hair would need some work.

“They’re ok, but these jeans are really tight,” he said as he slid his fingers into the waist band and tried to stretch it out.

“They’re all we have,” Lisa apologized. “But I think they look just fine,” and she gave him a hug and kiss. As she broke their hug she sniffed and asked, “Did you use any deodorant?”

“I don’t have any,” he reminded her.

“Oh yea.” She ran into the bath and opened one of the cupboards under the sink. She brought over a brand new package and handed it to him. “Here, please use this.”

“Its powder fresh scent,” Sam noticed. “It’s going to make me smell like a girl.”

“No it won’t,” Lisa protested. “It merely covers up odors. And besides, you’re wearing one of my favorite blouses, so I would appreciate you taking care of it. Please?” she asked.

Sam relented, of course. He opened the package, unbuttoned the top three buttons and quickly brushed it on. Lisa re-buttoned his blouse for him and then took a deep breath through her nose and smiled. “Thank you,” she said with a kiss. “Let’s go to dinner.”

Hand in hand Lisa led Sam down the stairs and into another small room adjacent to the dining room. On cue, Maggie followed them into the room with a tray of canapés in her hand. Mona had been talking to Grace, but when she sensed the three of them enter the room she turned to greet them. Her eyes fell on Sam and she just stopped dead in her tracks. She glared at Sam and forced him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Nice shoes,” she said coldly. “Jeans?” she asked in voice dripping with malice.

Maggie took her cue, “It’s my fault madam. I inadvertently left his clothes at school.”

Then Lisa jumped in, “They were all I could find that would fit him.”

“You could have at least gone to your sister’s room and collected a pair of nice dress slacks from one of her business suits.” Mona was not happy and she was showing it. “Lisa come here a second please,” and she waved Lisa to her side.

Mona faced away from Sam while Lisa faced him as they began their discussion. Sam could see that they were having a rather heated discussion, even though they were whispering. Finally, Lisa said loudly, “I will not,” and returned to Sam’s side.

“Fine,” Mona said to her. “I’ll have Maggie handle it,” and she called Maggie over to her.

Maggie politely listened to Mona, and then walked over to Sam. In an embarrassed voice she asked, “Would you please come with me?” She walked Sam out of the room and down the corridor to a bathroom. “Please,” Maggie asked as she held the door for Sam to enter. They both walked in and Maggie closed the door behind them.

“Young Sam, I am really sorry about this,” she began. “I dearly love Mona, but there are times when she is a real witch, and I mean that with a capital B.” Sam was totally confused and just looked at Maggie. “Do you know how to tuck?”

“I have no clue what that means,” a perplexed Sam answered.

“There is no reason you should know,” Maggie commiserated. “In a way, you should take this as a compliment, young Sam.”

“What?”

“Mona believes that you are well endowed.” Sam’s face began turning pink. “Mona is mad more at Lisa than you, but you are wearing the jeans.” Sam gave her another puzzling look while his cheeks turned a darker pink. “You have a bulge in your jeans and Mona would like you to eliminate it.”

“Huh,” and his cheeks now began turning red.

“I apologize for this Sam, but Mona instructed me to tuck you. She wants you to tuck your penis and testicles between your legs so that you don’t bulge in front.” Sam was stupefied. “I know you don’t know how to tuck, so I will show you. Please turn around.”

Sam was too shocked to refuse. His cheeks were starting to burn with embarrassment. He turned and faced the mirror.

“I will do it for you, so that you see how.” Maggie stood behind Sam and reached around to his front and undid his belt, unbuttoned the jeans and pulled down the zipper. She slid the jeans down to his knees and looked in the mirror to see just the tiniest bulge in his panties. Obviously he was embarrassed to the point of extreme shrinkage. “This is not going to hurt, but it is going to feel awkward. Please relax and just stand here,” Maggie said as she tried to calm the young boy. She again reached around Sam’s waist and slipped her hands into his panties. Sam wanted to jump through the ceiling, but he was too shocked and embarrassed to move a muscle. Maggie took his scrotum in her hands and slowly squeezed his testicles up into his body.

Sam was startled and jumped just a little when it happened. “Don’t worry, this doesn’t hurt or damage anything. It is a trick used by male dancers. Now with your testicles slid into their cavity, squat just a bit for me.” Sam did as instructed. “Now I am going to push your penis and scrotum down and between your legs. The farther we can tuck them, the more comfortable it will be for you. Do you understand?”

“Uh huh,” was all that Sam could muster.

Maggie tucked his penis tightly between his legs and then instructed him, “Stand up and squeeze your thighs together.” Sam did so and trapped Maggie’s hand between his thighs. She gently pulled her hand from between his thighs, leaving Sam’s penis tucked tightly between his legs. “Now, pull your panties up tightly without letting up on your thighs. Sam pulled his panties as high and tight as he could.

“Excellent,” Maggie said encouragingly. “Keep your thighs together and pull up your pants and fasten them. Sam did as he was told. “Look in the mirror,” Maggie instructed. “She how smooth your front is?” With the hottest and reddest cheeks imaginable Sam nodded yes.

“There,” Maggie said cheerily. “Now you know how to tuck.”

Sam turned to face her and there was just the twinkle of a tear in each eye. Maggie held him by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. She gave him her warmest smile and said, “Sam, I know this is embarrassing. But don’t let Mona defeat you. She is one of the best manipulators in the world! And she likes to use it just to prove who the boss is. Don’t let her defeat you. She’s being mean and she knows it. But if you let her see that she can win, that she can defeat you, she will never respect you. This is her way of testing you. Go back in that room with your head up, be syrupy nice to her and then ignore her. Trust me, it’s the only way to gain her respect and stop her from doing this again. Ok?”

Sam gave a small sniff and shook his head. His cheeks were still burning and bright red, but he stood straight, shook his shoulders and looked at Maggie. He took a deep breath and said, “Thanks Maggie. Let’s go.”

Maggie gave him her best smile and led him back to the group. At first, Sam felt a bit awkward walking back. He wasn’t used to feeling his penis wedged between his legs and it felt cramped and sweaty. It didn’t hurt, and his tight panties and jeans held everything exactly where Maggie had placed them. But he did notice his steps were a bit shorter and his hips wiggled a bit more. Oddly enough, he was used to the sensation by the time they entered the room.

When they reached the entrance, Sam saw Lisa take one step towards him before her grandmother stopped her. Grace placed a hand on Lisa’s shoulder and told her to wait. Grace walked over to Sam and took his arm in hers and said, “Let’s walk.” Grace turned him around and led him down the hall. They said nothing as their heels clicked on the hard marble floor as they walked towards the front entrance. When they reached the empty hall, Grace continued walking and looking straight ahead as she said, “Sam, I liked you from the moment I first saw you.”

They stopped in the middle of the huge foyer and Grace turned to Sam. “You won’t be getting an apology from Mona. She doesn’t do apologies, but I do. She was totally wrong to do what she did. And trust me, I told her so. As I said, I like you and I know Lisa likes you. That’s all you need. If you ever have another problem with Mona, you come see me. Between you and me, we will settle these unfortunate situations with Mona. You understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” Sam answered respectively.

“When we’re alone, I’d appreciate it if you would call me Miss Grace. Is that a deal?”

“Yes, Miss Grace.”

Grace gave him a big smile. “Come now, let’s go eat. And don’t worry about Mona.”

They heard a bell ringing as they walked back down the hall, their shoe heels once again clacking on the hard floor. “Dinner is served,” Grace said to Sam.

Back in the sitting room, Lisa was waiting for him. Grace handed him off to Lisa and said loudly enough that Sam would hear, “I like him. Hang on to him.”

“I will,” she said. Then she quickly turned to Sam and said, “Holy crap! I like having you around.”

“Why?”

“Because I have never seen such fireworks before. After you left with Maggie, grandmother just tore into mom. I mean it wasn’t even fair. Mom thinks she runs things, but grandma really set her straight. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” She looked at Sam and could see that his cheeks were still red. “Are you ok?”

“Just shook up I guess. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. I feel about two inches tall.”

Lisa gave him a hug. “I can imagine. Mom was a total bitch. But trust me, grandma totally slammed mom. She’s probably feeling about one inch tall. Besides,” and Lisa rubbed Sam’s crotch, “you look really fine now. Foxy! Come on, let’s go eat.”

The play had gone off without a hitch. The Hawthorne family had performed an exquisitely choreographed rendition of good cop, bad cop with Sam. The drama had been tightly scripted and superbly played. Mona would now be used as the stick to prod Sam along, and Grace would provide the carrot to pull him into their scheme. In the coming months Lisa would use both Mona and Grace to manipulate and transform Sam into the totally feminized and obedient husband cum wife that Lisa and her mentors desired.

And that is also how Sam learned to tuck.