Part 2: The Nightmare ContinuesAfter the shower I got dressed and went downstairs. He was sitting in the lounge reading. I headed for the kitchen to m...ke lunch. "Stop" he said "get back upstairs and put on your yellow dress and a pair of heels. And no underwear. Hurry, I'm hungry." I stood there confused. "Are you still here. Do you want to be punished." I turned and quickly went upstairs.When I came down again I was in the yellow dress and 4 inch heels. He looked me up and down. "Open the top. A lot of times when Mrs. Ryan wouldbuy me pretty clothes, they wouldn't fit very well. So Daddy suggestedthat I get a fuller figure. Well, I didn't know what that meant, but whenI came home all my pretty clothes fit much better. It made the Ryan'svery happy.Ever since then, I wear a lot more pretty clothes and both Mrs. Ryan andDaddy seem pleased. Wearing those clothes remind me of you. And thestrange thing is that when I look in the mirror, I see a lot more of youthan my father. But I think. A furtive peek at a Playboy magazine in our local five-and-dime had told me that girls didn't have a dick like boys did but, as I stood staring at her naked pussy, it suddenly occurred to me that ALL girls had one, even my dorky cousin. It was like the heavens opened up and a chorus of angels began to sing nasty porn music in my ear. The next thing I knew, my cock was in one hand and my glass of water was in the other; I don't even remember fishing it out of my underwear, but it was there. " Yes John, glad to be rid of the cheating bastard. Though he was good for some things. I am auditioning for his replacement, at least in bed. If you know any good candidates send them over. My number is in the book"We both laughed as I wondered what was happening. My world had never been like this. Was I suddenly putting out sexy pheromones?Then I was really surprised as I saw Jill standing in front of me, the Pastor's wife. I held out my arms and she moved in for the obligatory church hug. I.