Big Rachel Takes Charge Pt 02

This is a work of fiction, and all people named in the story are purely fictional.

CHAPTER 2 THE TRANSFORMATION

5

Unfortunately for Tom, the more he enjoyed having Rachel around, the less time she appeared to have for him. Whereas, in the first month, it had often been just the two of them --allowing for many long and interesting conversations to take place-- it was now becoming virtually impossible for him to get hold of Rachel by herself. Whenever she was actually in the flat, which was not the majority of the time, she was either with Ella and Clara, who seemed inseparable from her now, or with whichever fuck-mate(s) she had picked up the night before. Often she was with both.

As far as Rachel's sex buddies were concerned, she appeared to have no particular preference of type, even though the men were often a few years older than her and always rather well built. It seemed like their physical attributes prevailed over anything else in her mind. And Tom guessed there was no point in asking her if penis size mattered.

And to his relative annoyance, all of these male "friends", encouraged by Rachel, tended to behave like the place belonged to them and lounged around, sometimes all day, watching TV or playing video games, even when she was out. Tom's small bedroom had become the only part of the flat where he felt he really could get some proper peace anymore. Because he simply could not summon up the guts to walk over to a man 10 years older than himself to tell him to, in substance, get the hell out of a place that, well, also happened to be Rachel's. Not to forget he would then have to face Rachel herself over it. Simply impossible for a meek little chap like himself!

Ironically, the only times Rachel expressed an interest in him anymore were when she was already well surrounded by her buddies.

"Come over here and sit with us, Tom," she would say.

But, once he complied, wanting to be in her company, they would simply continue chatting to each other like he didn't exist.

And the nature of the chatting was also quite different from what it had been only a month before. Whereas, at first, the girls had been fairly careful about what they said in Tom's presence, not letting him in on too much private stuff, they now appeared to have no problem expressing themselves very openly and rather crudely in front of him. He often felt like he had become invisible or insignificant to them. But on another level, it was kind of exciting to be able to hear all about the details of their sex lives. To listen to them comparing the sizes of their various fuckbuddies' attributes, casually bragging about their anal skills or the different ways in which they could milk a man clean at maximum speed. He was amazed that girls could even speak in this way. In his very narrow experience of life, it had mostly been the blokes doing all the talking, and the girls would have been put back in their proper place by their boyfriends if they ventured out into such territory. Which explained why they mostly didn't.

Even if Tom was becoming very aware of how dominated he now was, when the bullying started, it still took him by surprise. And of course it always took place when there was a small crowd in the flat, never when his flatmate was alone with him, which hardly ever happened anymore, anyway.

First, Rachel began to mention Nick, his tall, confident colleague from work, towards whom he had tacitly expressed a certain jealousy.

"Do you think he would be a good fuck?" she asked. To which Tom uncomfortably explained that he already had a girlfriend.

"He would probably leave her when he finds out the things I can do," Rachel simply stated, perfectly aware Tom knew that she wasn't simply boasting.

Another time she took it even further:

"Would you believe Tom is still a virgin?" she suddenly exclaimed, out of nowhere, in a light-hearted but perfectly loud and clear way.

Totally taken off his guard, Tom turned bright red and began telling them that, well, no, he wasn't a virgin; she had misunderstood him, and so on. He realized he was sitting there, justifying himself, like some nervous, spluttering, sixteen-year-old schoolboy, in front of half a dozen passably amused young people.

'Well, almost a virgin then!" concluded Rachel with a big laugh.

Tom was, of course, now realizing that she was using against him all the personal stuff he had been confidently sharing with her over the first month. He should never have trusted someone he had just met with such intimate information, thoughts, and feelings. He was such a simple and naïve lad. But it was too late for regrets now. Rachel obviously had her plan, and she had just been too clever for him by half.

And her bullying went on for a few more weeks, but always in a light and jokey tone, like if she was encouraging Tom to accept her trash talking with the same no-big-deal sort of attitude she gave it in. Whenever he got annoyed or started arguing back, she immediately used the old bully technique of minimizing and playing down the moment so he looked like he was being the uptight and difficult one.

"Just kidding, Tom. You really must get a sense of humor," was the sort of stuff she would say.

And of course she was always backed up by her friends, whoever they happened to be at that particular moment.

6

It had of course been a very long time since Rachel was simply your average school bully. Over the years, she had turned into a very careful and experienced one who knew exactly how, and in what measure, to proceed with her very precise and incisive undermining of a person. And Ella and Clara both emphatically knew that was very good news for Tom. With some more sloppy or less caring bullies, he could have ended up permanently damaged. So he was lucky to have found himself a pro who always took the necessary time and precautions to do a job properly, even on an easy target like himself.

And, despite being a bully, among the many other things she was, Rachel knew deep inside that she was really doing a favor to the young boy. As all her dominant female friends understood, the idea was not to turn Tom into a sissy, because they all could see, perfectly well, from the very first day, that he already was one. He just needed to come out of the closet now. So, like all the other lads they had sissy trained before, he was being helped to become familiar and accustomed to his true nature until he felt comfortable enough to bring it out himself into the open. And, because that hardly ever happened by itself, he was being taken on a small journey through his inner self and his insecurities that involved him experiencing some disconcerting and sometimes even unpleasant emotions. But it had to be done. Tom was now being weakened and strengthened, both at the same time, until he became lucid and brave enough to accept himself the way he really was.

And they knew they had almost reached their goal. This slightly confused average Joe would soon be wearing girl's knickers and feeling much better about everything in his life.

At this point Tom was beginning to feel very small as the girls just seemed to get bigger and bigger in his world. It was perfectly normal, as his psyche was rapidly evolving under the way he was being handled, with his mind having been quite distorted compared to what it was only a couple of months before. Unless it was actually becoming more and more lucid, he couldn't properly be sure.

It no longer had any importance that all four of them were exactly the same age; Tom was feeling like a little boy now, lucky enough to be hanging out with the big, smart adult girls. His rational mind told him it was a ridiculous way to be thinking, but it didn't feel ridiculous to him at that moment. Because what he felt was no longer what he supposedly knew. And what he felt was simply lust, desire, and fascination for the girl's enormous strength and power. But most of all, Rachel's. And this fascination brought him so much drive and excitement. They were like a gravitational force pulling him towards them or a drug he could no longer cope without. He just wanted to be a part of whatever they were up to. He almost wanted to be one of them in a sense.

Having, of course, realized all this, the girls acted very promptly and began treating Tom as if he were simply an extension of themselves. The bullying had now completely stopped, and instead they were, once again, being really friendly with him. But he was no longer properly given any choice or asked his opinion on anything. When they were going somewhere, he always accompanied them if he was around, and they started dealing with him mostly through injunctions.

"Come here, Tom!"

"Sit over there!"

"Get ready!"

"Stay with us!"

And, of course, the very popular

"We're going out, come on!" To which he rapidly hurried along, wherever it was, to head towards a club, a friend's place, or even to the supermarket.

He was now spending as much time as he possibly could with them. Which, more or less, meant his entire free time. But doing that only made him even more aware that he was simply not up to their level. They outranked him in just about every way possible, including their physical strength. If he already knew he was no match for their intellectual or social skills, he now also realized to what extent they possessed a vitality and an appetite for life he simply couldn't keep up with. He was constantly having to inadvertently switch off and withdraw into himself in order to recover his energy when they all just appeared to keep going on and on, having a great time.

It seemed to him all three girls were so strong while he was so weak. Weak but not exactly unhappy, because it had been unquestionably the most interesting part of his young existence, full of disillusions perhaps, but also big major discoveries about girls and life.

Rachel was pretty much a world expert in telling when a man was ready to be wearing knickers. She took advice from nobody else on such matters, and, in return, they all trusted her to time the moment perfectly.

Well, after about 3 months of cohabitation with Tom, she felt such a moment had finally come. And, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, she walked into a local underwear store to purchase exactly what was needed for her new adorable sissy. Nothing too sexy or exotic; it was too early for that, but simply four pairs of ordinary pink cotton French knickers.

After that, she entered into his room while he was at work and simply made the necessary swap inside his drawer. A tiny change in clothing that would, of course, mean a huge change in Tom's life. Of course it involved a small risk, but without risk, no thrill! Having said this, she completely trusted her instinct and her experience with such matters and felt very little doubt about the outcome.

7

When Tom realized his boxer shorts had disappeared and been replaced by girly undies, he obviously knew Rachel was the culprit. The immediate reaction was a sort of panic, followed by shock and annoyance. To just what lengths was she prepared to go in order to mess about with him! But at the same time he became aware his excitement was huge and he had no proper control over it. He suddenly felt he was on the verge of some incredible adventure. And, if he didn't put them on, he would, of course, have to confront Rachel over why she had put them there in the first place, which he no longer felt capable of doing. But that was really an irrelevant matter, for he knew deep inside he was going to be wearing them; he simply was not yet sure of how to put it across to Rachel, or even if to tell her at all.

"Hi, Tom," she simply said as he emerged from his room the following morning.

"Hi," he mechanically replied back.

"Do you think you could just show me your knickers for a second? I would love to see them," she added after about a minute or so, like she was asking him if he could put the kettle on.

He was expecting her to engage in more of a guessing game. But instead, she was letting him realize that she knew perfectly well he had them on. He was once again unsettled, while she, as always, was coming out on top in her little mind game. Having become used to her injunctions, as well as taken by surprise, Tom found himself very naturally lowering his jeans to let her see exactly what he had been up to with the items she had placed inside his drawer the day before. But she manifested no obvious surprise or glee whatsoever.

"They look great on you, Tom. More comfy than your boxers," she simply said in her usual casual way.

The very same evening, as he returned from work, Tom saw that Ella and Clara had come by. It was nothing special; in fact, the reverse would have been a surprise, and he wanted to be by himself anyway for the moment. So his plan was just to say "hi" to them all and then slip away.

"Before you disappear into your room, Tom, do you think you could show the girls your knickers?" Rachel said in a mundane fashion, as he walked by, like she was asking him to take the bin out.

A normal reaction, of course, even in his present situation and attire, would have been to first ignore the request and then later express his indignation with Rachel by letting her know she had no business telling her friends what he wore under his clothes. An impossible task now for a timid little boy like himself, of course.

Furthermore, it was a very cleverly played move, of course, because he had already shown the underwear to Rachel earlier, and she knew perfectly well he had been wearing them just for her. Yet, it had never crossed his mind to tell her about it being a secret just between them. It was kind of obvious, and yet he should have known she always shared everything with her best friends. A small loophole he hadn't anticipated. Again he realized he had been manipulated by someone much smarter than himself, and he felt trapped. The adrenaline and the panic were too much for his weakened mind to deal with, and he simply walked over to them and complied, just obeying another injunction of theirs.

So here he was, a supposedly normal 24-year-old man showing off his pink knickers to the girls. If his mates back in Yorkshire had told him what he would be up to after only 3 months in London, it would have probably ended in a fight. But now he was just eager for his new friends' attention and, hopefully, their precious encouragement and advice. Above all, from Carla, who sometimes modeled underwear, even if she typically never wore any in her everyday life.

And he felt immediately chuffed because they seemed more interested in his new undies than they had in anything else about him over the past three months. They complimented him on his choice of undergarments, inquired about the material and the price, and, of course, told him how comfortable and cozy they looked. Most of all, it all was happening in a way that seemed so unambiguous, without any judgment or sub-meaning of any kind involved in it.

"As a girl who professionally encourages people to purchase knickers, I can only be flattered," laughed Clara.

In one sense it was a surreal sort of scene, yet at the same time there was something so casual, ordinary, and down-to-earth about the way the girls were exchanging with him over his new garments that he was beginning to relax.

These three youngsters possessed the kind of ability to make you feel at home with them that was absolutely confounding. It was strange, but at that moment, Tom felt he was in a totally normal situation. Far more normal than any of those that had taken place in the past two months.

And, of course, this was great news for Rachel, who knew perfectly well that a relaxed and comfortable sissy was well on his way to settling in to being a happy one.

8

The following morning, Rachel knocked on Tom's door while he was dressing and just getting into his brand-new underwear for the second time.

"Hi Tom, I just wanted to try out your knickers if you don't mind?" She asked him, as always, in a totally casual way.

As he remained tongue-tied, once again taken by surprise, she simply entered his room, opened the young man's knicker drawer, and got a pair of them out.

"No bother, I'll just change here, and I promise I won't be long," she said.

Sitting on his bed, as if she were in a locker room with the other girls, Rachel simply took off her jeans without the slightest modesty. Naked from the waist down, apart from her socks, she then slid the boy's knickers over her bum and assertively snapped their elastic band against her soft, feminine skin.

It was the most erotic thing Tom had ever seen, and, of course, in his opinion, they looked much better on her than they did on him.

"You're not the only one who's a knockout in knickers, Tommy Boy!" The energetic girl added as if she was reading his mind.

She then walked over to his computer and put on some music. After showing him some of her well-practiced twerking skills, she playfully began swinging her body into his.

"Come on, Tom, move that body," she laughed.

Tom's brain started to recover from its numbness to realize that he was probably living the best moment of his entire life. The sensation of complicity between him and Rachel seemed huge at this point, as they playfully swung their hips into each other while both wearing exactly the same knickers. Incidentally, he also realized just how fit and strong Rachel was. But she was a Taekwondo black belt after all. And each time she swung her big bum into his slender hips, he almost lost his balance. It was a good thing he had never picked a proper fight with her; he would have been pulverized.

This is almost too easy, thought Rachel, as she pulled her jeans back over her bare butt after having rendered to Caesar what belonged to Caesar. Tom had only officially been a sissy for the past twenty-four hours, and he already seemed well on his way to being a happy one. A few more steps still needed to be completed, and after that they would be hitting a home run.

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