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Bad Boys to Good Gyrls!
Aunt Sally's Training Academy!
TJ Ryder
http://www.sissytrain.com/
The attractive late thirties mother dried her eyes with a
tissue as she told her beautiful older sister what the problems
with her teenage boy in the living room of her suburban house.
"(Sob) Sally, I know you think I made a big mistake in marrying Jake
but after the divorce, Peter has been totally out of control!"
"Now, don't worry, honey. Now listen Paula, the past is past.
I told you to marry a rich old man like I did but you didn't listen
and now we just have to find a way out! Now, baby sister, what has
Peter done now?"
"Oh, so much, stole a car, got busted, getting into fights, and
what really worries me now is that next year he's going to the
inner city magnet school and there are so many more bad influences there!"
Sally frowned, "more than that for Peter I think, has he changed much
since I saw him a year ago?"
"No, not at all!"
"I mean he hasn't had a late growth spurt or gotten hairy or developed
a deep voice?"
"No, he's, well, very much like Uncle John!"
"Hmmmmm!" She nodded her head in thought.
"What are you thinking?"
"Well, Paula, you have a big problem ahead I think!
When he starts the new school in September he will be legally an adult
in this state! And lots of kids at MLK High are pimps, dealers and thugs
and,well, frankly a delicate looking white boy like Peter, especially
if he tries to act tough, well.....!"
Paula raised a hand to her mouth. "Oh my, I didn't know that! Is
that true about MLK?"
"(Sigh) Do yourself a favor honey, take him over and see for yourself
but make sure you have an alarm system and stay near a cop, because
they have one stationed by the principal's office all day long!"
'Oh, I believe you. With this economy I can't afford a private
school!" Sally shook her head at that.
"And even if you could, baby sister, it would just delay the
inevitable. Peter is going bad! Iv'e seen it many times!
Father gone and he was weak anyway; sorry, honey, and your'e just too nice!"
Paula weakly smiled, dabbing her red eyes. "I know, you were always
the strong one in the family!"
"Which is a veiled statement about me not being too nice!"
Paula took her hand, "oh no, I didn't mean it like that!"
"Darling, I'm a suburban hooker and I do many things you don't believe
in, but I live my own life!"
"I never criticized you for your, um, lifestyle!"
"It's true I never had a child, but I have, um, clients, that sometimes like
to be treated like children!"
"Well, you always have a way out, even if I choose not to take it, Sally.
This is my only child. Help me! Do you have a solution?"
"I have one, but first you and Peter must spend a day at MLK and then
we'll talk!"
"But, why, I told you I believe you about it!"
"I want Peter to see it! He has just one long year to go before he
graduates, and he needs to be motivated before we talk again!"
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Driving back from their visit to MLK, Paula was not only numb, but
could not believe the difference in behavior in her son as he sat
pensively besides her in the car. He was so cocky and rude when they
took off, but it didn't take more than a few cold stares and some
lip licking from very dangerous thugs to change that quickly.
"Honey," she said, "What did you think?"
"I'm not going there!" he said flatly in a low voice.
"Now, Peter, you have to go, just for your last year and
then you graduate!"
"Not going, end of story!"
"Look, you don't like the kids in that school and I don't either,
although I'm sure theyr'e not all bad!" He snorted at that.
"The black kids are twice my size!"
"Well dear, your'e well, smaller and more, um, slender than they
are, true, but...!"
"Mom, when I used the mens room I noticed all the mirrors gone,
cubicles had no doors, no paper towels or even toilet paper!
The cop escorted me in there with his hand on his gun butt!"
"But... I told you HAVE to go that school next year!!"
"MOTHER, smell the coffee! I wouldn't make it past my first mens
room break, let alone a year! No point in talking about it, mom!"
She pulled over and shut the engine off and he sighed,
his chin firm, not budging.
"Your'e afraid of those boys in there? How would you like
to be in with them 24/7, all day all night, month after month?"
"What are you talking about!"
"Your stolen car conviction! First offence reduced to a
a fine that broke me, but on condition of
parole and you must attend school AND graduate AND no more trouble!
Or else, you could spend a couple of years inside a steel cage
with the fathers of those kids!"
That made him blink. "Maybe we can move!" She shook her head!
"We can't afford to and the court record will follow anyway!
Wer'e stuck where we are for a year and then you get reduced to
misdemeanour and parole is over and your'e free to go anywhere you want!"
She saw the way his jaw tightened as he looked ahead bleakly.
For a second he was her little boy again!
"But," she smiled, "Aunt Sally says she has a solution.
You may not like it! I may not like it, probably won't, but this
is too big a thing not to look at everything!" He stayed silent, and
she frowned.
"Agreed?"
He swallowed, half shrugged, "okay, okay!"
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"NO FUCKING WAY!" Peter stood up and shouted, while his mother
sat there with her mouth open, still reeling in shock!
Sally smiled, expecting this, her shapely legs crossed and
her high riding short skirt distracting him during the evening
before she explained her proposal to them.
"Fine then," she said mildly as she was writing some information
on a card and handed it to him!
"What's this?"
"That's the phone number of a personal friend in the DA's office!
You saw MLK High and didn't like it too much? We'll he'll arrange
a tour of Stinson Prison, where you will spend 18 months if you
try to skip town or break the law or Branbrook Reform School,
where you will spend the next two years for not attending school!"
Mother and son gasped at the harsh reality of that image.
"But at Branbrook they let you out during the day to go to school,
and from what I understand you'll be very willing to go to MLK then!"
He sat down heavily at that, his mother touching his arm.
"It's just one year, honey, less, from September to June!"
"B-but, my school record will have me listed as a girl!"
Sally smiled again, making a dismissive wave. "Just a routine
clerical error, happens all the time. No mandatory phys ed for
seniors, no locker rooms or showers or physical inspections.
Your'e only there from 8 to 3pm weekdays. And pretty white
girls are very welcome there!"
His mom digested that and looked at his slim, somewhat
effeminate son. No beardline, slender, oval face, even longish hair,
long eyelashes and deep green eyes.
"Mom" he said, "are you listening to this?"
"Well, I can't think of any other solution honey, and you really could be
very passable, with Sally's help!"
"Oh yeah," he sneered, "you probably have clients like this don't you?"
"I do," she nodded, "but you have much more potential than they do,
and I can teach you makeup, feminine graces, how to walk, talk and carry
yourself. You will be able to breeze through MLK! To be honest
Iv'e charged thousands of dollars for just a fraction of the time
I would spend on your training!"
"Sally," Paula said, pursing her lips, "um, we never talked about
money!"
"No, baby sister, "I can't take money from you, especially since
you don't have any, but I would expect Peter to assist me in my business,
discreetly of course! That would also be excellent training. Most of
my clients are black men!" Peter gasped at that. Sally continued.
"I would insist Peter live here with me all summer, you and he can
visit, but only after Iv'e decided he's made enough progress!"
"Oh, for crying....!" Peter stopped at his mother's warning glance.
Sally smiled, "but of course it's a big decision so take your time
and since you found your visit to MLK so, enlightening, I assure you
those other two places will be even more educational!"
Peter slunk back into the sofa cushions, "I'll just bet," he
muttered.
"Well, Sal, um, I'm not crazy about him being away all summer!"
"Well, I don't think my home is as bad as the other possible
institutions I mentioned!"
"I don't mean that, but...!" she looked around, "is it just
you here, I mean the other day I saw a couple other cars?"
"Well, I do have an, um, assistant sometimes, a girl not much older
than Peter actually, plus clients of course, but Peter will have
his own room upstairs, it will be very girly though, but that's the
whole idea anyway, isn't it!" she laughed.
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When Peter was dropped off at Sally's house by his mom
and kissed goodbye and promise to write, he carried just his
backpack, being told not to bother with most of his old clothes.
Shivering at the prospect, angry at everyone, himself especially
for getting himself into this mess, he rang the bell.
To his surprise, a gorgeous, buxom teenage girl in a severe
low cut dress opened the door with a smile.
"Oh you must be Peter!"
"Um, yes, hi, is Aunt Sally here!"
'Not till later, I'm Tracy by the way, her
assistant and roommate," she giggled. He tried not to get
a boner as he watched her butt swish in front of him, as she
led him up to his room.
"So, um, you help with....!"
"Clients, yes, and Sally is well, more than a friend also!"
"um?"
"This is your room, gosh, it is frilly isn't it?"
He looked aghast at the feminine, pink and violet shades,
wallpaper, frilly bedspread, makeup table.
"But the makeup table is nice, I use it sometimes myself!
Just put the backpack over there, Sally had me lay out
an outfit just to begin with. We'll go over it more later!"
He groaned as he saw a short skirt, pink panties and a
sleeveless scoop neck top!
"Sally was right though. Your'e going to be so easy
compared with our usual tv clients, the big heavy hairy men
we feminize! I mean, even with the best attitude, do they actually
think they can get laid afterwards?"
"Feminize?"
"And tonight Sally has cleared her calendar so we can get
you off to a good start for maid service right away!"
"maid?"
"Yeah," she laughed, "I mean we can't hire a regular maid,
not only for what they'd have to do here but it's bad security
you know, for our clients!"
He just hung around, Tracy had two gentleman callers
and was gone downstairs for a couple of hours, one was big
and black, the other was a slim small young man, who was
red faced and tear stained when he got into his car in the
concealed driveway. He wondered what the neighbors thought
but suburban Detroit was used to these things he figured.
Hearing some noise in the kitchen, he reluctantly slipped
on the clothes, including sandals, groaning as he looked
in the mirror! Tracy was talking to Aunt Sally as he
entered and both smiled at him.
"Hello, nephew, you already look so much better!"
"Thanks," he said drily.
"I see youv'e already met! Tracy is going to assist me
and we were just discussing it! She just can't wait to get
started!" she smiled, and Tracy giggled.
"Started, um, what do you...!"
"Your training. Leave it up to us, wev'e done it many
times! First, come over here and put your wrists behind you!"
CLICK! He gasped as she put cuffs on his wrists.
"Lose the skirt, madame?" Tracy asked.
"Yes, keep the panties, honey, and use the leash and
collar, do you have it, oh your'e always so good at anticipating
me, isn't she, nephew?"
"W-what are you going ...!"
"We always take new tv clients down to our little dungeon
first, to soften them up, make them more receptive you might
say, (both women giggled at that)"
Sally stood in front of him in her 5 inch heels, towering over
his head in his flat sandals, "the cuffs are just symbolic, Peter,
or shall we call you Petra now!"
"Petra is good!" Tracy said.
"Priscilla, Pamela, not to many two syllable girls names beginning
with P, and I can't call you Paula now can I, my sister's name?
You will answer to Petra now!"
"Or maid!"
"Maid, servant, sissy, slut, bitch," Sally laughed,
"but try not to be called bad boy, because wer'e going to give you a
little demonstration of what happens after you earn that little epithet!"
"Should I bring him down now, madame?" Peter noticed her
change in the way she referred to Sally, now that he was the
new 'client!'
"Go ahead honey, position one, I'll be down when I change!"
She smiled and eagerly pulled his leash, and led him to the basement
door off the kitchen.
"Now be careful with the stairs" she warned, and he followed her
down to a cement block inside room without any windows, with some
wooden blocks and stocks inside, and some implements on the walls.
"This," she said, waving her hand, "is where we have so much fun!
Sally and me. We like to schedule the disciplinary clients first, and then
the black bulls who just want sex later in the evening. Kind of tones us
up reducing a white sissymale first you know?" She added with a giggle.
"W-what...!"
"Come right over here, let me put manacles on your ankles, good,
now, cuffs come off, slip off that top now, no dawdling or I'll start
before Sally gets here!" she said firmly, and he swallowed.
Soon he had his wrists and ankles cuffed in a spread eagle.
"Tsk," she frowned as she looked him over, "I forgot the panties,
oh well, " he gasped as she took out a knife and approached his
genitals, and slit a seam and ripped them off.
"Don't tell madame" she whispered, her big breasts near enough to his
chest to make him get an erection, which she noticed with a smile.
"Happens all the time!"
"But, what...!"
She slipped off her own top and skirt as he gaped, her big swaying
naked breasts inches from his naked body, and only wearing tiny bikini
panties and high heels.
"Like the view?"
Continued in upcoming illustrated story at http://www.sissytrain.com/
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