I wrote this really short story on a whim. There was very little thought that went into it, but I think the end result is very erotic. As you all can probably tell, I really enjoy the idea of feminization as a revenge tool. So this story focuses on a boy who is feminized for his father's past transgressions. Hope you like it.
Terry wasn't like the other boys, his mother always said. He was special. His mother let him explore his unique slant on life, and even encouraged him to experiment with different things. Growing up, she bought him dolls, tea sets, and other feminine toys so that he wouldn't feel trapped by his masculinity. Terry always laughed at that. And then he went to play with his dolls. Vaguely, he knew that boys were supposed to be rough-and-tumble, but he had never really experienced it. Terry was home schooled, and he only rarely had contact with kids his own age (or any age for that matter). But he didn't mind. His mother was his best friend; she always had time to play. As he grew older, his tastes changed from dolls to whichever teen boy band was currently dominating the radio charts. His mother, as she was very supportive, encouraged him. She even introduced him to his first boy band, engaging him in a conversation about how dreamy and talented they were. Terry was quite quick to agree with his mother, as she was usually right. It was only after he listened to their whole CD that he really became a fan. That Christmas, his mother bought him a few posters of the boy band, and one of their concert DVDs. Terry was ecstatic. The posters went up right away, and the DVD rarely left the player for nearly a year. At twelve years old, Terry's mother started him on some special vitamins. She said that he was unique, and that he needed them to stay strong. Terry trusted his mother implicitly, and so, he took the vitamins without question. He was a bit concerned when his body began to change, but his mother assured him that it was natural. Terry, as always, trusted his mother. She even bought him some bras for his budding breasts. A few weeks after that, Terry's mother introduced him to the razor. She had noticed that his legs and underarms were developing hair (she had talked to him about puberty), and thought that it was time. The next year, Terry's mother took him to the electrolysis clinic for his birthday - no more shaving for him! When Terry turned fifteen, he was standing in front of the mirror after his shower. He was naked, so his body was on full display. Terry came to grips with the fact that his mother had been right; he wasn't like other boys. Other boys didn't have breasts. They didn't have wide hips or a round butt, either. Terry had all of those, and more. Three years later, Terry's mother bought him a web cam. She said it was so he could communicate with kids his own age, and even signed him up for a website. He was dubious at first. His mother had never shown an interest in his having friends before (besides herself, of course). She told him to try it out that night, and she added, "Don't be shy. Just go with whatever they ask you to do." It was good that she told him that, because his first online friend asked him to take his shirt off. Remembering his mother's words, Terry complied. He removed his pink tee-shirt (he just adored pink), and then his white bra, letting his C-Cup breasts fall free. A few seconds later, Terry's new friend signed off. But it wasn't long before someone else was online; Terry didn't even have time to put his shirt back on. The next one wanted him to remove his shorts, so he did. Terry had to admit, he felt naughty, but in a good way. Then, his friend asked him to take off his pale yellow panties. Terry did, revealing his small, hairless penis. Then, that one hung up. Terry was frustrated. Why didn't they want to talk to him for long? The next friend asked him to dance a little, and Terry was only too happy to comply. His mother was once a professional ballerina, so she had passed on her knowledge to her grateful son. Terry danced naked for the web cam for a few minutes before his mother walked in, telling it was time for bed. Terry shrugged, and, still naked, kissed his mother good night, and turned off the web cam. Lying in bed that night, he knew that what he had been doing was strange. But his mother didn't seem to mind, so it must be okay. So it went for the next few months. Terry would would sign on, and turn his web cam on each night, and boys would talk to him, asking him to do different things. Some were simple, like some would ask him to take off his clothes. Others were a bit different; they wanted him to touch himself. He knew that mother didn't want him to be shy, so he did as they asked. Soon, he began to like it. They would all tell him how beautiful he was. After the first few months, Terry got his own website. His mother even had a photographer come out and take some photos of him in various states of undress. She told him that lots of photographers take nude photos of their subjects; it was artistic. Terry was only too happy to oblige. He had grown quite fond of the way boys looked at him when he was naked. Terry's mother was quite well off; her second husband had died unexpectedly, leaving her a great fortune. As such, they lived in quite a big house with lots of staff. They even had two gardeners. One day, just after Terry's nineteenth birthday, he asked his mother for a favor. "Mommy," he said. "Will you do something for me?" "Sure, dear," she replied. "What do you need?" "Well," Terry started. "It's for my website." "Oh," she said. "I think I read the request you're talking about. In fact, there have been quite a few such requests, haven't there?" "Yes, ma'am," Terry said. "But it would mean so much to me." "Okay, honey," his mother agreed. "We can do it tomorrow." As it turned out, Terry's site had grown in popularity to the point where he got several hundred emails a day. He tried to read and answer them, but there were far too many. But a recurring theme was that they wanted to see him with a man, and not just him; they wanted to see his mother too. Of course, none of them knew her as his mother. They just thought it was a beautiful woman who would sometimes appear in Terry's videos. Terry's mother was quite attractive; she had been a dancer by trade, and had kept that physique. And so it happened that Terry set up a camera near the pool, and turned it on. He and his mother stripped nude, and waded into the pool. "This is what they want, mommy," Terry said. On cue, one of the gardeners - a very muscular Latino - emerged from the brush. "Oh, he'll do," Terry heard his mother say almost under her breath. Then she raised her voice, crooked her finger, and said, "Come on in, stud." He just smiled, and ripped his shirt off. Then came his pants; he was wearing no underwear, and Terry couldn't help but notice that his penis was quite a big bigger than his small, two-inch appendage. The man waded to where Terry and his mother stood waste deep in the water. He wasted no time, and leaned in to kiss Terry. It was his first, and Terry was quite taken by it. The man's tongue snaked into his mouth, and Terry could taste his saliva. Terry felt the man's rough, callused hand massaging his breast. And then he broke free, and started kissing Terry's mother. Terry didn't know what to do, so he just started feeling the man's muscular torso; bumps and ridges of muscle were everywhere, and Terry was fascinated by it. He was also quite aroused. Terry's mother had had "the talk" with him a few years previously, and Terry quickly remembered what boys like him were supposed to do. Terry's hand traveled down the man's torso, and soon found his penis - no, his cock. That's what mommy had called it. It was already hard, and boy was it huge. Terry wrapped his dainty hand around it, and started to pull it underwater. A few seconds later, Terry's mother led the man to the edge of the pull, and she quickly hopped out, and let her legs hang over the edge. She spread her legs, exposing her glistening, hairless pussy (her words, not Terry's). Terry was mesmerized by it. So that's what girls had down there. The man eagerly put his face between Terry's mother's legs, and started to lick. "Get down there and suck that cock, Terry honey," Terry's mother said between moans. She had never steered him wrong, so Terry took a deep breath, and went underwater. He opened his eyes to see the man's monster staring back at him. He opened his mouth, and wrapped his full lips around it. He was proud of how long he could hold his breath, and he stayed under for more than a minute, sucking the gardener's cock, just like Mommy had told him to. He came up, gasping for air, just as the man pulled his face from between Terry's mother's legs. "Hop up here, honey," she said to Terry, and patted the concrete. "Let's really have some fun." Terry did as he was told, and the gardener got out of the pool as well. "Keep sucking. I have something I need to get from in the house," his mother told him. So, sitting poolside cross-legged, Terry sucked the gardener's cock. Every now and then, he would look at the camera, smile, and wave innocently. A few minutes later, his mother returned with some sort of tube. She squirted something onto her finger, and said, "I want you to bend over, Terry." Terry did, and soon, he felt his mother's finger enter his rectum. She worked it in and out a few times, and Terry had to admit, it did feel quite good. "Now get up, and I want you to get on top of...what was your name again?" she asked. "Julio," he said, his voice thick with an accent. "I want you to get on top of Julio here, and let his cock into your ass. Now, you're going to have to relax, honey, or it's going to hurt," she explained. "In fact, it's going to hurt, but you can't act like it does, okay? Just be a big boy." Terry had expected as much; the requests had been for he and his mother to have sex with a man, and he knew from "the talk" that this was how it was done. So, Terry straddled Julio, who had sat down with his legs dangling into the water. Terry reached back, and felt the big cock. He grabbed it, and guided it inside of his rectum as he eased down. His mother was right. It did hurt, but he was determined to act otherwise. He moaned like it was the most pleasurable thing in the world. A few seconds later, it was all the way in. He sat there for a moment, acclimating himself to the feel of a big cock in his ass. "Now ride it, honey," Terry's mother instructed. And Terry did. Up and down, he rode that cock. After a bit, the pain eased, and it came to feel very good for the boy. He rode it for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, his breasts bouncing around as he screamed with pleasure (his mother had said to make like he was enjoying it). He rode that cock until he felt Julio cum inside of him. "Now go bend over in front of the camera, and show them what you did," Terry's mother instructed. So Terry walked over to the camera, put his rear end in front of it, and bent over. He could feel Julio's cum leaking out of his rectum. "Good, baby. Now come get Julio ready for me." * The package arrived at around noon on a Saturday. It was innocuous enough, just a small, brown-paper wrapped package about the size of a hardcover novel. When Bob opened it, he found a letter and what looked like a homemade DVD. He opened the letter, unfolded it, and started to read. It stated the following: Dear Bob: I hope this letter finds you well. I really do. You probably won't believe that at first, but let me explain, and maybe you'll understand. I hope that your life has been absolute bliss since you divorced me after I found you cheating. I hope that you've spent all that money which should have been mine (at least half of it) and bought as much happiness as you possibly could. Because it doesn't matter. Nothing you've done since then matters one little bit. That happiness is about to be completely shattered. Ah, intrigued now, are you? I thought you would be. You see, Bob, I was a wreck after you divorced me. I was completely penniless, and had no job prospects. I hit rock bottom. But at least I had Terry. He was what pulled me through. He was the only thing you lost in the divorce, but I can't imagine you cared all that much. You never really paid him that much attention when we were together, anyway. But I'm getting ahead of myself. No, you left me alone and without money. One night, as I went without food for the second straight day, I vowed to get back at you. I knew it wouldn't be quick, and it would require patience, but I wanted revenge. But how? What could I do to hurt you? Luckily, over the seven years we were married I learned a lot about you. I found out about your hatred of homosexuals (as if you even tried to hide it), and I also learned that you viewed Terry as an extension of yourself, as some sort of trophy about which to brag to your friends. So, it was clear. I knew what to do to you. I know it was manipulative, and I'm aware of how selfish I've been. But at the end of the day, Terry loves me. He doesn't even know who you are. And I love him for who he is (never mind that I made him who he is). Who is to say that he wouldn't have turned out like that anyway? So, without further ado, I want you to watch that video. You'll recognize me. You might even recognize the gardener Julio you fired for missing a day of work to bury his grandmother. But you probably won't recognize the stunningly beautiful creature with us - that is your son. That is Terry. Enjoy the movie. Sincerely, Katrina King