Reflection

"Gosh he's really getting into it, isn't she?" Melissa asked.

"Yes, SHE is! Please think of her as your daughter, Melissa. It'll make it easier for you to deal with," Lisa said. She could tell her best friend was struggling with how to feel about all this. She saw the shocked look on her face as her new daughter so proudly bent over and showed off the stolen panties. No she didn't know Lisa had **** Luke to do that, but she didn't need to. Maybe if she saw how into it he seemed to be, she'd be willing to take this further. "No," Lisa thought to herself. "SHE, not HE. And LUCY not LUKE." She had devious plans to fully transform the unruly boy into a sissy slut, and sissy sluts don't have guy names and aren't referred to with the male pronouns.

"But, Lisa, am I taking this too far? I miss my little boy." Lisa grabbed Melissa and looked her in the eyes, "That little boy is no longer, Melissa. He's long gone. And he actually grew up to be a real jerk. Right now, enjoy that sweet little girl you've got in the shower there. Let's look through these bags and pick out something for Lucy to wear to bed."

Melissa, confused with how to feel at the moment, agreed. Sure, things were happening real fast, but there was no sense of thinking about it too much now. Luke needed to be punished. Luke needed a reality check. He needed to feel what it was like to walk in a girl's shoes... literally. Tomorrow was another day, and while Melissa was conflicted, she couldn't help but smile thinking about the daughter she always wanted run over excitedly to hug her after a long day of work. "I wouldn't mind getting that hug for another week... or two," Melissa selfishly thought to herself.