This is the last chapter of the Stephanie saga. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Thank you all for your support via your voting, comments and emailed feedback, it has been a great asset to my writing of these stories.
After the two boys separated, Steven started on his way home. For some reason, he noted the euphoric state he'd been in was slowly wearing off.
Gradually, he found himself returning to his more normal state, or at least what could be considered normal for a person still under the influence of certain hypnotic commands, female hormones, and the dominance of 2 devilishly single-minded women.
He gradually forgot about his great time with Jim and started fretting again over his clothing problem.
How the hell am I going to get out of these girl's clothes? He wondered. I'm not supposed to wear these kinds of things, even if they do feel really nice.
But hell, I'm a boy, not a girl. I only hope nobody's home so I can just get to my room and change out of these things and back into my regular boy's stuff.
Except I forgot. I don't really have any boy's clothes left anymore. All I have, pretty much, are the hand-me-downs that Diane gave me. And Mumsie and sis would be really upset if I stopped wearing them.
And the more Steven thought about changing back, the more he started to remember just how awful boy's clothes felt when he wore them and so at the same time wished he didn't have to change back into them. Suddenly he was feeling worthless again and in need of another spanking for not being able to get a handle on this situation like responsible a man should.
Steven had been looking down at his feet as he walked and pondered his situation, so didn't notice where he actually was. Suddenly he looked up and saw his house and noticed the porch light was on. Despite his predicament, he was really glad to finally be home.
He stayed in the shadows of the trees surrounding his house as he worked his way to the front door. Their house was very isolated, the nearest neighbor being almost ¾ of a mile away. Steven had always hated this aspect of their home, the loneliness of it all, but tonight he found it to be quite a blessing.
Once he reached the porch of their house, he was about to reach for the door when it opened. Suddenly, he saw a figure silhouetted against the backdrop of the kitchen light looking down at him and then step out from the shadows onto the porch with him.
Once he recognized his sister Dianne, standing there, with that Cheshire grin on her face, he knew he was in for it.
"Why brother dear, aren't you looking nice," she said. "Hot date tonight?"
"No, no, it's nothing like that," Steven began, looking for a way to explain. "It's not what it looks like."
"Oh really, Steven dear," Diane cooed. "Enlighten me, sweets, just what do you think I think this looks like?"
"Oh Diane," Steven said disgustedly. "You know just what I mean. It looks like I'm wearing girl's clothes because I like wearing girl's clothes, maybe even because I want to attract some handsome stud to screw me and make me their girly girl, that's what you're thinking."
"And you're telling me that's not the case," Diane asked. "You're telling me you don't want to wear girl's clothes, and you don't want to become some handsome boy's girly girl? Then why are you wearing such nice things, Stephanie?
"And why did I just get off the phone with that little stud-muffin Jim Smith, who called to tell you to hurry back to him because he said he loves you and misses you so much already, even though he just finished fuckin' your brains out only 20 minutes ago? That doesn't tell me you don't enjoy those things, dearie."
"Oh, sis," Steven said, searching for the words. "I really don't know how all that happened, or why I got so excited getting my ass screwed like that by Jim,because you know me, I really don't like boys. I'm as straight as they come - I like girls, you know that!
"And really, I don't like wearing these girl's clothes either – I'm a boy, after all! It's just that for some reason, once I had them on, they felt really scrumptious, like I knew what it was like for a girl to want to buy and wear such wonderful outfits like these.
"Now, I don't want to wear them anymore, but I can't seem to manage to remove them. Yet, even once I do get them off, the idea of returning to boy's clothes isn't very appealing either. I don't know, Diane, I'm just so twisted up inside. I don't know what to do. Can you help me?"
Diane really wouldn't have minded taking the hapless boy over her lap again, in fact she was sure it would have thrilled her.
But after hearing from Jim all they'd done together today, and having seen the pictures he had taken of Steven after they'd been downloaded onto her computer, she figured he'd been through enough for one day.
She also figured that she could have at him any time she liked in the future, so there was no need to push things. Besides, she thought as she approached her dear unwitting brother, it really was time now to move on to the next stage of Stephanie's development.
"I think I know just the thing that can help you out of your situation, Steven," Diane said. "First of all, step up here, closer to me."
Once he had stepped up close enough, Diane reached out and touched his nose. "Sleep now, little one," Diane whispered. "Go to sleep."
At that the boy fell back into a deep meditative sleep.
"Good boy, Steven," She said. "When I count to five, you will wake up and remember nothing about today except for the girlish feelings you feel toward your lover Big Jim Smith and how much you love to be pleasured by him and to give him pleasure.
