Family Discussion

It was humiliating. You were sitting on Amber’s lap as Greta smirked at you. Daria was still on her phone. Your mother returned with teas for all of you. “Well Lizzie, let’s discuss your new life. I am glad that Amber has helped with your transition. It goes without saying, this is permanent.” You **** yourself not to react. “Amber has agreed to stay on temporarily to ensure that your new life remains on track.”

“Wait, temporarily?” you stammer. “Sorry cutie, I am not a one woman show. And I have a ton of kinks, a little angel like you cannot handle. I am sure getting a boyfriend or girlfriend will be no problem for you.” “I like girls!!!!” you cry. “I am sure like Greta and myself, you will enjoy a variety.” “Nah, girls are better.” replied Greta. “Shocker.” repeated Daria. “Regardless, dating is some time away. You still have much to learn about being a woman. For now, we should discuss school.” “School? What about school?” you whimper.

“Well we have re-enrolled you at MIT as a young lady. But you will need a new student ID and driver’s licence. We will also need to update your passport, voter ID and birth certificate; but that can wait. We also need to get your bank and credit card details updated. And then there are your former friends.” “Wait, former friends?” “Darling, you are a pretty woman now. To your former friends, you are now forbidden fruit. You will end up pregnant in no time. Best for us to make up an excuse.” You feel tears start to form in your eyes. Your friends Alex, Stuart, Brian, George and Sam have been your pals since Kindergarten. Miraculously all of you ended up at the same primary, middle and high school. And all of you were accepted to MIT.

“Perhaps Lizzie needs more time before She heads to the DMV. I can take her back to the bedroom for more fun?” “That seems fair. What do you think, Lizzie?” You want to scream and yell at them. But somehow you are hornier than ever. And you thank whatever merciful being created the vibrating two-pronged strap-on. Amber had bound your arms forward, while tucking a pillow under your belly. You presenting yourself quite well for her experienced ministrations. You moaned wildly and loudly.

She keeps going, moving back and forth; first plodding, then at a jackrabbit pace before slowing again. It should have been painful, you were being entered by two long, wide, vibrating instruments entering and practically engulfing your crevices. Your rear was on fire…before you began to shake wildly. “T-Ticklish m-much?” She teased as her nails ran across the top of your trembling globes as she tickled and penetrated your increasingly dripping entrances.