Goddess Rhiannon

I had to make sure the strange feeling I had between my legs was real, cause it felt like my thing was gone. When I grabbed myself down there I knew it was true. It felt like my butt went all the way from back to front!

If I wasn't sure that Rhiannon was a goddess before, I sure am now.

She named me after a friend, another goddess in fact. The funny part is that she says when I grow up I'll have big boobs like her. That's cool because I always liked Miss Rhiannon's big bumps. They make all the men act so silly when she's talking to them and she stands out from all of the other women. I don't understand why some of them look at her so funny though.

Suddenly Miss Rhiannon... uh, no... Goddess Rhiannon, Dawn, and I are in another house with a lady eating a salad. I think she almost passed out when we popped in.

Goddess Rhiannon asked her to be my mom and she accepted! This is neat. Maybe I will be okay after all.

When Goddess Rhiannon and Dawn disappeared, my new mom and I were alone in her kitchen.

"Y... y... you're still here?" Conni stammered.

"Yes mother, where else would I be?" I asked.

Mother leapt up from the table and grabbed me in a bear hug, "Oh dear god, I have a daughter." She began soaking my new dress with her tears.

I wasn't sure how to take her crying so I asked her, "You are going to be my new mother, aren't you?"

"I don't really know what just happened, but if it is true, I so want to be your mother, that it hurts," Conni wept.

"It was real mother. The goddess Rhiannon promised to replace my father with a loving mother," I told her, because if I'm a girl now, it had to be real.

"You had a father?" mother asked me.

"Yes, but Rhiannon punished him for hitting me so much and so, he can't be my father anymore. She said you needed a daughter and I needed a mother. Am I okay for a daughter? I don't know much about being a girl, but I'll try really hard," I promised.

"How can you not know how to be a girl sweetie?"

"Because I was a boy a half an hour ago," I told her.

The next thing I know, mom has passed out onto the floor. I didn't know moms got drunk too, so I did as I would for dad. I slipped a comforter that I found on the sofa under her and dragged her to the couch. Then I piled up cushions in front of the couch and rolled her up onto the sofa, making sure that she was on her side, in case she threw up. I took off her dress and folded it up on the coffee table so it wouldn't be wrinkled.

I put everything back where it was and then washed mom's plate. It took me a few minutes to find out where she kept the dishes so I could put it away.

I went in to check on mom and she was okay. It was awfully quiet though. I'm used to dad leaving the television blaring on some kind of sports game.

I was on my knees looking into her face to see if she was all right when her eyes opened. That never happened with dad so I asked, "Are you okay mom?"

"What? What happened?" she mumbled.

"You passed out, just like dad used to. You're not going to hit me are you? I did everything right didn't I?" I asked her worriedly.

"What? Where's my dress?"

"I folded it on the coffee table. I didn't know where you keep your clothes," I figured that might be a good enough excuse that she wouldn't be mad.

"How the heck did you get me onto the sofa, little one?" Conni asked, now starting to come fully awake.

"The same way I used to do for dad. He was a lot heavier, but I was a little stronger then too. I made a pile of cushions and rolled you up there," I supplied. It's funny dad never asked how he got onto the couch."

"You dear sweet thing! I'm so sorry!" Conni declared, weeping and holding Tamara tightly. "I didn't 'pass out' honey. I fainted. I can't believe you took care of me though. I should be taking care of you."

"That's okay, I'm used to it," I told her, "but I'm more used to getting hit than hugged. I like being hugged a lot better."

"I don't know who your father was honey, but whatever Rhiannon did to him, I hope one day he realizes what a treasure he lost. Come with me sweetie. I want to show you around your new home," Conni said, picking me up and heading for the kitchen.

"Where... what happened to my dirty dishes?" Conni asked aloud.

"I washed them and put them away," I told her, but I began to tremble, thinking that she might not have been done eating. "I hope you were done..."

"Oh my god! You're trembling. What's wrong honey?" Conni forgot all about the dishes.

"You're not going to hit me are you?" I worried.

"Never! I promise Tamara. I will never hit you, ever!" Conni swore.

"Okay..." I was glad she said that but it was hard to stop shaking.

"Don't worry, I was done eating. Thank you for cleaning up my mess too," she confirmed, stroking my long blonde hair. "I am beginning to really hate your father dear. Why don't you try to forget that life now and relax while we look around, okay?"

"Okay. Wow, you smell nice," I declared, nuzzling into her shoulder.

"Thank you honey. I will make you smell pretty and teach you everything about being a girl. When you told me that you were a boy before, I couldn't handle all of the new things that had happened tonight, that's why I fainted, not because I was inebriated... uh, drunk," Conni realized that I might not know the big word.

"Uh, I think I need to go, but I don't know where the potty is and I never went as a girl before," I informed my new mom.

"Oh my! Well, come on," she carried me to the bathroom and set me on the floor.

I went to pull out my thing, but it wasn't there anymore.

"You really were a boy! Here darling, pull your panties down and sit on the seat as if you were going poop," she told me, while helping me with my soft undies.

"Gosh, those feel lots nicer than my old shorts," I said, holding onto her to steady myself.

Conni giggled, "Sweetie, if you like that, I promise that you'll never have to wear anything but the softest, smoothest, prettiest things I can find. Okay, sit down."

I sat on the seat with my panties around my ankles and nothing happened. I looked over to mother worriedly.

"Relax your butt muscles hon.," she instructed.

That seemed to work as I heard the pee flowing into the bowl, but it splashed all over my bottom, "Oops, I got some pee on me..." I blushed.

Conni laughed brightly, "Sweetie, girls always do, that's why you have to wipe when you are done. Here wipe like this," she showed me how by wiping my butt for me.

"Thank you," I told her, nobody had been this nice to me since mom died.

"It is my pleasure dear. Now pull up your panties and wash you hands."

We both washed our hands and when we were done, she hugged me again, "God, I love you. I am so happy I can't hardly stand it."

"I love you too mother," I replied. It was strange calling her that, but it felt right.

Conni led me to a bedroom and walked me to the bed, which she lifted me onto, "This is going to be your room. I know my daughter would want you to have all of her things. I kept it just the way she had it before..." Conni couldn't finish that sentence.

"I'm sorry mommy," I held her and she stopped her tears.

"You are almost too good honey," Conni assured me, "I should be comforting you."

"Why? I have a new mom who won't hit me and a pretty room with lots of new things," I asked her mystified as to her concerns.

"Never mind right now hon.. Tomorrow you and I are going shopping and I'm going to spend a small fortune on you. Would you like that?" she smiled reassuringly.

"It's not my birthday or anything," I informed her because I didn't want her to spend a lot of money for no reason.

"I know sweetie. I want to do something for you because you made me so happy. I want you to have some of your very own things too, not just hand me downs."

"I don't mind using my sister's clothes and stuff," I offered. I must have said something really bad because she began weeping really hard.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, whatever I said. Don't cry..." I frantically told her, hugging her around the neck.

"No... no, Tamara, you didn't say anything wrong. You made me so happy when you referred to my daughter as your sister. God she would have been so happy to have had you as a sister."

"Okay, I just thought..."

"Shh... honey, it's getting late and I need to get you into a soft and pretty nightie," Conni stated, standing and going to a drawer in the white, flower covered dresser, "Hmm, I think this is the right one." Conni pulled out a sheer baby blue baby doll and held it up for Tamara to see.

"Girls wear those to bed?" I was astonished. I had never seen anything like it.

"Strip Tamara and I will enfold you in softness," Conni smiled knowing I would love the feeling.

I started taking off my shiny black shoes and socks, which wasn't difficult. Next, I dropped the panties, but I couldn't find where the dress was fastened to me.

Conni giggled at my struggles and said, "Here honey, it's zippered up the back," and she unzipped me, letting the dress fall to the floor.

I was surprised to find out that I had something around my chest, "What's this?"

"Oh my, honey, you're wearing a training bra already. Here, I'll get it off you," Conni told me as she unhooked it.

I looked it over and saw a pretty, pink rose in the middle of it.

"Oh goodness, I guess you needed that bra too," Conni said in mild shock.

"Huh?" I said, looking down at my chest. I was surprised to see big soft nipples with tiny bumps behind them, "What happened to me?"

"Nothing sweetie. You are just developing a little earlier than most girls your age. It's nothing to worry about. I bet you will have boobs like your protector, Rhiannon, when you grow up," she remarked chattily as she looked over my new body. "You are quite developed for a eight year old. I suppose that was a gift from your goddess."

I was a little ashamed so I told mom, "I was afraid I wouldn't look like a girl when she changed me. I think she wanted me to feel like a real girl."

"You sure look like one honey. Hold still, now step into these panties," Conni held them for me to get into, "Now prepare yourself," she said as she floated the gossamer top over my head.

The silky feeling whispered to my soft skin all the way down. I shivered.

"Does that feel nice?"

"It makes me feel like I peed a little..." I confessed with a blush.

"That's what happens to girls when they get excited honey. It's like when your thing got hard before, very natural, and good, for you. We'll talk about that more later though," she assured me.

I yawned big.

"You must be tired sweetie, gosh, especially after hauling my big body around the house. I can't thank you enough for that. You're so special. I promise to do my best to deserve an extraordinary girl like you," she kissed my cheek, turned down the bed, put me into it, and then tucked me in.

"Thanks," I said with a tear in my eye.

"What's the matter? Why the tear?"

"I haven't been tucked in since mom died..."

She hugged and kissed me saying, "Get used to it, because I'm tucking you in for a long time."

Mom turned out the lights and I let the darkness take me.

Hank's World - Hank

I was startled when those golden bitches appeared in my place, but when the one hugged me, and I shrank, I knew that it was just another drunken nightmare.

Therefore when the little one with huge giant knockers started chanting and turned me into a booby slut, it was just more nightmare to me. Of course, I've never orgasmed like that in a dream, but there is the first time for everything.

When I woke up though and saw the huge woman with the muscles towering over me I began to think it might not have been a dream.

The woman grabbed my huge nipple and twisted it painfully and I screeched in a voice so high I scared myself.

"Wondering where these lovely nipples came from bitch? Are you wondering why I'm so big and you're so small?" Dawn began her training of the new addition to her stable. "Well if you remember in your drunken stupor, I took your strength and a very pissed off goddess made you into a slut."

"Got to wake up now Hank," I told myself in a Munchkin high female voice. "Got to make sure that worthless kid made my lunch and left for school..."

That statement got me punched square in the mouth, bam! I had never seen stars like that before. I screamed like a sissy. 'What the hell is going on?' I thought.

"If ever I hear you refer to that incredible, loving child like that again bitch, you will regret it for all time!" Dawn screamed into Hank's swollen lipped face.

'Maybe that could get me out of this?' I thought, so I said, "Where is Roger?"

"There is no Roger anymore. Roger was taken by the goddess Rhiannon to his reward for putting up with a scumbag father like YOU!" Dawn screamed three inches from Hank's new face.

Dawn smiled and added, "Not that you could father anything with the pussy between your legs now! Haw, haw, haw!"

My hand moved like lightning to my crotch to confirm what I already knew to be true.

"Horny already this morning Hanky? That I am prepared to help you out with," Dawn declared, moving back away from Hank.

"Stand up bitch, you need a bath!" Dawn ordered.

I must not have stood quickly enough, because Dawn snatched my hair and pulled me to my tiny feet. "Ahh," I yelled.

"You had better get it through that air head of yours slut, you do what I say, when I say it, and as quickly as possible! You got that slut?" Dawn whispered menacingly into my shell-like ear.

"Yes ma'am," I squeaked back.

"I love the silly voice Rhiannon gave you, it makes you sound like such a sex toy," Dawn exclaimed, "Now, follow me and be quick about it."

She set me back onto my feet, which were hard to keep flat on the floor as I followed her. The way my body jiggled and shook with every step was distracting to say the least. I found myself staring at the giant mountains of flesh hanging off the front of me, getting hotter with every step.

"That's right, take your drooling snatch into the bath tub and start washing," she commanded.

I was too frightened of what she might do if I disobeyed, so I quickly climbed into the warm, sweet smelling bath water. "Ooh," I moaned as the oily water swept over my voluptuous body.

"I can see your new body's imperatives have begun to take over. Soon you will be operating on autopilot. Yielding to that body's every yearning," Dawn laughed demonically.

I forgot what she was talking about almost immediately. The feeling of the soap sliding over my soft, smooth body was foremost in my thoughts. When I soaped up my voluminous breasts I nearly slipped below the water. Every rub on them had me moaning and my split bottom was nearly burning with desire.

"Do you like having boobs Hanky? Where is that macho swinging dick attitude now?" Dawn taunted, even though she knew that, my feminized male mind was enshrouded in the pleasures of my new flesh. She knew I could hear her, but was unable to do anything about it.

After I had washed all over, though my being new to femininity, I hadn't known that I missed a vital spot, so the muscle broad said, "That was very good Hanky, but you missed a spot."

Dawn took a fat douche bag from a nearby hanger and hung it back up near the tub. When she grabbed the business end to hand to me, my eyes grew round as teacup saucers, "You need to shove this up inside you hon.. I'll handle turning the flow on."

I knew that if I didn't immediately do as she ordered, I would wind up in pain. I grabbed the penis shaped end from her and began slowly easing it into my new cunt.

'This is so humiliating!' I thought as it pushed out the inner walls of my vagina.

I knew about douching. I was married at one time, but this wasn't quite the same. I could feel a warm, thick oil begin oozing out from between my legs into the water, "What the Fuck?" I exclaimed.

I was slapped upside my head, "My bitches don't swear. Don't make me remind you again!" Dawn growled.

Everything seemed to feel better, or hurt more than I have ever experienced before. I was almost shocked when I began crying.

"Aw, did I hurt the big strong Hanky?" Dawn asked in a 'cutie' voice. "How's it feel to be the little, soft, easily-hurt person? Don't you wish you were that big strong mean asshole that you were yesterday? It wouldn't have done you any good though. I am easily twice as strong as you ever were."

"However, I don't want you to think that I will hit you whenever you do something wrong. You won't be hit, after your training is complete. Until then, I must be strict. You will be in training for at least a month so get used to it, bitch. The more feminine you act, the less likely you are to be punished. You are here to learn to be a proper slut, and you will learn it well."

"Ah, it looks like your lubrication is finished. Pull out the probe but insert this right away," Dawn handed me a penis shaped dildo with an indent around the base next to the flat bottom.

I whimpered but did as she ordered. The dildo slid in easily, bottomed out and my labia tightened around the indent, keeping the dildo from falling out.

Dawn grabbed a towel and had me stand while she draped it around me, helping me out of the tub. I started to rub myself dry with the towel and quickly discovered that my new skin was way too delicate for that kind of thing.

"I bet you won't forget that lesson. It hurts to rub a towel on your girly soft skin now, doesn't it?"

"Y... yes," I stammered.

"You are just a sissy weak girl now Hanky. Here, you need two towels now that you're a girl," Dawn said, handing me a towel for my long blonde hair.

I looked at it, but had no idea how to wrap it around my head.

"You are pathetic! Here, flip your hair forward, now wrap the towel like this," Dawn instructed.

Once she had it on me I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw an incredibly sexy 'Gent Magazine' type model in a big fluffy towel staring back at me. A tear began rolling down her cheek as I watched.

"Aw, poor baby. Maybe you should have been a human being and you wouldn't be in that gorgeous sexy body. You heard Rhiannon's curse, didn't you?"

"I heard her say some mumbo jumbo," I replied.

"Yah, well that mumbo jumbo is an ancient Celtic language. I'll translate it for you. The first thing she said was, 'Your strength transfers to Dawn,' which you probably could have guessed from the outcome. The second thing she said was, 'Goddess Rhiannon sentences this wicked person to the suitable curse of womanly beauty and yearning.' I'll let that meaning unfold to you over the next couple of weeks," Dawn said, snickering.

"Now, slip these panties on and then I'll help you with the bra," Dawn told me, handing me some pink lacy panties.

I pulled those on without incident, but when she wrapped the bra around me and fastened it in place, I moaned like a slut.

"Good girl. Acting like a slut is exactly what I want to see. Keep that up and maybe you will be through with training early," Dawn declared while she finished the adjustment of the straps.

I wasn't expecting the garter belt she slipped onto me, or the silk stockings, which followed that.

When the slip flowed over me as if it were whispering to my skin all the way down, I shuddered and moaned, which made Dawn quite happy.

"Hanky, look at those nipples poking through your bra as if they were screaming, 'Horny bitch here'," Dawn snickered as she ran her hand over my protruding nipples, which only served to make them more pronounced. "Just like walking around with a boner."

I could feel my face heat up.

"Well, you have blushing down. Let's go on to the next sissy girl lesson. First though, you might want to pee," she pointed to the toilet.

'Oh, pee,' I thought. 'Okay, no stupid typical male mistakes.'