Over the course of the next year, as Rebecca moved into high school, we saw less and less of each other.With the discovery of her sunbathing habits, t...e curvaceous, blonde sixteen-year-old had begun to feature prominently in my dreams. At night, I'd often stroke myself under the sheets imagining what we could do together. In truth, I had only the vaguest idea what went on between the sexes. I was an only child and attended a local grammar school for boys that provided only the most perfunctory. "Your teasing me!" replied, frustrated yes, but also feeling such a tremendously exhilarating sexual excitement at the same time!"Yes," Tara said, grinning. "I am definitely teasing you! Get used to that. Because now that I own that penis of yours, I'm going to have SO much FUN with it! And you will only do...exactly...as I TELL you to!" I understand," I replied, my penis throbbing away, securely contained within the chastity cage; the keys to which were now in Tara's sole possession!Kissing me. "Welcome" she said, greeting mewith a warm smile, "you must be Patricia." I looked puzzled and turnedto Sally. "Well you can't go on being called "Peter" once you have beentransformed" she explained "I have decided that "Patricia" will be yournew femme name." I realised I rather like my new name. "Patricia" had anelegant ring to it and, if shortened, "Pat" and "Tricia" were alsoprettily feminine.Karen explained that my transformation would take all morning, so Sallyannounced that she would go. You grab my hair pulling my head back making me gasp. “You were told not to move or make a sound slave.” Whack! Whack! Whack! Tears are running down my face now and I cannot control the whimpering sounds in my throat. Whack! Whack! Whack! I’m crying uncontrollably now most likely angering you even more. “Get up fully on the bed slave…NOW!” I quickly scramble on the bed quivering and crying. “Lay on your belly…NOW!” I roll over not knowing what will come next and not wanting to anger you. You.