How a woman made a girl out of me. They made a prostitute out of me .... I tried to insert a tampon into the urethra

Zhenya. Daughters-mothers.

On Wednesday evening, Zhenya and his mother visited Aunt Vera, his mother's sister. While his mother and aunt were secret in the hall, he played with his eldest cousin in her room. Sasha was 5 years older than him and behaved almost like an adult. At the age of 12, she was a very reasonable girl who came up with a logical explanation for any game. Zhenya was a quiet, obedient boy, short, with lush hair. He recently went to first grade, and Sasha liked to play school with him. Zhenya did not mind, because instead of fives for the correct answers, he received candy each. True, Sasha took sweets away for the wrong ones, but all the same, while Zhenya remained on the winning side. Soon the children were called to supper. Zhenya even shared the candies he earned with his mother and aunt. After tea, my aunt and mother stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Sasha and Zhenya again ran to the nursery, where they began to build a “house” near Sashin desk. Zhenya stubbornly called him halabuda. Sasha insisted that this was their little castle, and Zhenya was an enchanted prince who needed to be saved.
The women were talking, and the children were playing, and did not notice how approaching the time for bed was. Zhenya's mother was going home. Sasha and Zhenya played so much that they did not want to part, and Aunt Vera suggested that her sister leave Zhenya to spend the night with them.
- There is a place, quarantine at school, Sasha is at home, and she is already big, she can feed Zhenya herself.
And tomorrow, they say, after work, they will meet again and go home early.
- Otherwise, it's already half past nine, by the time you get there, and it's time for the child to sleep.
Mom asked Zhenya if he agreed to stay, and he, having broken down a little, said that he would like to sleep with Sasha. Mom kissed him not goodbye and said that after work she would definitely call.
After seeing off her mother, Zhenya suddenly felt somehow sad. But then the phone rang, Aunt Vera was distracted, and Sasha offered to play more ...
- That's it, guys, it's time to sleep, - Aunt Vera hung up the phone, - it's already eleven o'clock.
Sasha had a large room, and in addition to the baby bed, which unfolds on the sides as Sasha grows up, there was a chair-bed in it. The wife was laid on the bed, and Sasha, as the hostess, had to lie down on the armchair. Aunt Vera gave Zhenya Sasha's old knitted pajamas, they were very pleasantly soft, although the legs were a little short. wished Good night and turned off the light.
The children fell asleep immediately. For a long time Sasha told Zhenya various almost terrible stories.
Waking up in the morning, Zhenya saw that Sasha was no longer sleeping, but was sitting at the table and drawing something with enthusiasm. When he got up and walked closer, he saw that she was painting her nails with her mother's varnish. The polish was pink and shiny. Having finished with her nails, Sasha began to persuade Zhenya to paint his nails too. He denied everything, but Sasha was very persistent, and, in the end, Zhenya agreed to the experiment. Sasha very carefully applied varnish to Zhenya's nails (she even stuck out her tongue from zeal), and together they began to blow on the varnish so that it would dry faster. Sasha offered to paint her toenails as well, but Zhenya said that he wanted to go to the toilet and ran away from her in time.
At this time, the bell rang, and Sasha ran to open the door.
When Zhenya came out of the toilet, there was another girl besides Sasha in the corridor. She was taller than Sasha, wore unlike her long hair, was dressed in a jacket and held a bag of bread and milk in her hands.
- Oh, what a lovely girl! Sister? And what are we called? she stammered.
Yes, cousin...
- Why are we silent? What is our name?
- Zhenya, - Zhenya mumbled and ran into Sasha's room.
- How shy we are.
Zhenya fell on the bed and covered himself with a blanket with his head. He became very ashamed. But then the girlfriends entered the room, and he hid and almost stopped breathing.
- Why are we still lying in bed, it's time to get up, - the girls tried to stir him up.
Sasha's friend said that she would take the purchases home and return, then they would all play together. And she even knows what. Sasha did not dare to object to her.
- Zhenya, get up. Lena left, - she tried to push her brother Sasha.
- Well, I couldn't say that you are my brother. A disheveled miracle runs out in girly pajamas, with long hair and painted nails. If you want, I will say that you are a boy.
Zhenya only cried at this and turned away to the wall.
Don't cry or you won't believe you're a boy. If you want, we won't say anything. Well, if you stay a little girl - it's not scary at all.
And Sasha, carried away by the new idea, began to rummage through her old things in order to find something for Zhenya in size.
- Get up, now Lena will come. Wear tights, a T-shirt and a skirt. They should come to you. Zhenya stop crying. Decide something. Lena is stubborn, you still have to get up.
The bell rang, Sasha went to open it, and Zhenya saw the clothes offered by his sister. If he would have agreed to put on tights, then he didn’t want a skirt at all. Tears again ran from his eyes, and he again covered himself with a blanket.
Then the girlfriends came into the room and began to disturb him, and Lena also lisped.
- What a capricious Zhenya we have. Just like a little dolly. I already know, my little sister just turned 2 years old. Oh idea...
And she began to whisper something to Sasha. Sasha tried to dissuade Lena, but nevertheless agreed. And with renewed vigor they began to slow down Zhenya.
- Jenny, get up. It's time for breakfast. Stop being capricious. Come play with us. Get dressed. Let's play mother and daughter. Get up. Capricious. Well, it’s definitely a stupid little bastard. Everyone, we warned you. Blame yourself. If you don't want to obey your elders, we'll punish you. Do you want to lie in bed? You are welcome. Only we swaddle you. Get up.
Zhenya didn't know what to do. He was afraid of Sasha's active girlfriend. And he was probably already ready to get up, but to change clothes in front of an outsider ... Tears themselves dripped from his eyes.
The girls got tired of persuading him, and they began to implement their plan. They pulled off the blanket from Zhenya, took away the pillow and began to wrap him in the sheet on which he was lying. The girls were much older and together easily broke Zhenya's resistance. He yelled, “Don't. I won't do it again. Let go." But the girls' eyes lit up with excitement, and in a few minutes they finished swaddling in a sheet. Zhenya tried to wriggle. And the girlfriends decided that it would be necessary to continue swaddling. Already a very restless Lyalechka.
- Something is missing. Sasha, do you have a cap? All babies are required to wear caps with frills.
- If there is, it will obviously be small for Zhenechka.
- Then let's tie a scarf to her.
No sooner said than done. Sasha took out a white scarf, and they wrapped Zhenya's head tightly with it. Then they spread out a blanket with which Zhenya was hiding, and wrapped it up like in an envelope. Zhenya was already tired of crying, but tears were pouring from his eyes, he felt completely helpless. Sasha took out her pink ribbons, and the girls fixed the envelope by wrapping it several times with ribbons and tying them with beautiful bows.
- What a cute little girl. Woo-hoo, little one. Look what Aunt Lena has prepared for you.
And Lena put a dummy in Zhenya's mouth. He tried to spit it out, but Lena was prudent - the nipple was on a ribbon, and the ribbon was tied with another bow. Zhenya failed to spit it out.
- So, little one, lie down, calm down. Little girls should obey their elders.
Sasha said that Zhenya needed to be fed breakfast, and the girls went into the kitchen to figure out what to feed the lyalechka. Zhenya couldn't even move. A few minutes later the girls returned, took the nipple out of Zhenya's mouth and fed him a sandwich and milk with four hands. After wiping his mouth, they inserted the nipple again, covered it with a corner of the envelope and, having told her to think about her behavior, went about their business. They were quite loud, so that Zhenya could hear the whole conversation through the kerchief and the blanket, they were distributing roles in the game among themselves.
- Let Zhenechka be our daughter. And I will be a mother, - said Lena.
“I want to be a mother too,” Sasha argued.
- Let's be a dad. Your name can be either a boy or a woman. And you have short hair. And boys cannot be Lenas.
While they were arguing, Zhenya really wanted to go to the toilet, but the nipple prevented him from speaking, and he could only mumble through it. The girls noticed that the swaddled cocoon was somehow not calm and approached him.
- What happened to our baby? Do you want mommy to take out the nipple? Will you be well behaved?
Jenny nodded vigorously. He agreed to everything, just not to describe himself. The pacifier was taken out and he said he wanted to go to the toilet. But the girls made him promise to obey them in everything.
- Tell. I will be an obedient girl. Tell. Mommy, daddy, I want to pee. Tell. Mommy, give me a pacifier. And don't you dare take it out until we let you.
Zhenya dutifully repeated everything after Lena. They gave him a pacifier again, swaddled him, and he rushed to the toilet like an arrow. When he came out of the toilet, he looked rather unusual, and hardly anyone would say that it was a boy. Girlish pajamas, a head wrapped in a scarf, a nipple in her mouth, nails made up, he was confused. But the girls immediately took it into circulation.
- Did the little one make wee-wee? Who will flush?
- Zhenechka, let's go to the room.
- Swaddle our baby. Can you bring a diaper so you don't have to get up to go to the bathroom?
“Don’t swaddle,” Zhenya cried.
Don't cry, sister.
- Not a sister, but a daughter. Docha, who allowed the pacifier to be taken out? We will swaddle naughty girls.
- I won't do it again.
- Darling, - Sasha played along, - maybe it's time to dress our girl.
- Yes, dear, my daughter and I will go to wash, and you prepare what to wear.
Lena, like a little girl, washed Zhenya's hands and washed him. But she made me take the pacifier again.
Sasha, meanwhile, cleaned the bed and, in addition to tights, a T-shirt and a skirt, she also took out panties and a ribbon.
When Zhenya and Lena returned from the bathroom, without talking to Sasha for help, Zhenya quickly changed clothes so that Lena would not see that he was a boy. White panties, light green tights, blue T-shirt with long sleeves and a Mini Mouse painted on the front, a tight blue skirt with small polka dots - seemingly ordinary clothes, but for girls. Zhenya stood and was afraid to move. Lena took off his scarf and began to comb it.
- What soft hairs our daughter has. What do you want: a pigtail or ponytails, or just tie a bow?
- Come on, just a bow, I already got the ribbon. For beautiful pigtail All the same, the hair is a bit short, - Sasha noticed.
- And we can braid in two spikelets ...
Zhenya stood, neither alive nor dead. He did not know how girls act in such situations. Besides, he still had a pacifier in his mouth.
What are you talking about, little one? Ah, you have a papilla in your mouth. That's right, I didn't let her take it out. Only children do not just hold it in their mouths, but suck it. Here you go, try it. Well done. Smack your lips. Good girl. Now let's tie a bow. Our little girl will be beautiful. Well, what are you, how sleepy? Sasha, get the toys. Here, take the doll. And we'll see what else we have here.
The girls enthusiastically began to get Sasha's old toys. In addition to a large assortment of soft toys, which Sasha also played with, there were baby dolls, and children's dishes, and cubes, and a dollhouse, and many more girly things. Everything was dumped on the carpet, and the girls themselves, with great pleasure, began to delve into all this.
But soon they got tired of it, Zhenya was allowed to take out the pacifier, left him with toys, and they themselves began to play "beauty salon". At first, Lena acted as a master. She did not conjure over Sasha's hair for a long time. After all, Sasha played the role of dad, and Lena simply made her a side parting instead of a straight one and carefully slicked her hair. But Sasha showed her imagination. Lena had long hair, and after loosening her ponytail, Sasha made her a high hairstyle, like an adult, using a bunch of mom's hairpins. Then came the turn of cosmetics. Which means the parents are not at home. You can experiment all over.
The girls played enough and drew attention to Zhenya. He forgot how he was dressed. He sat quietly on his carpet and built doll houses out of cubes.
- Zhenechka, we are going to visit. Make-believe, of course. Gotta get changed. Sasha, do we have a festive dress that will suit our daughter?
- Now I'll look.
-Come here, daughter. I will untie the bow. It's not festive at all.
Zhenya approached Lena. He was very embarrassed, did not know where to put his hands and fiddled with the hem of his skirt. Lena untied the bow and began to take off his T-shirt. In the meantime, Sasha took out her holiday dress from the closet, which they bought for her when she was about Zhenya's age.
The dress was green, velvet, with petticoats already sewn on, long sleeves, lanterns gathered at the shoulders, with a white turn-down collar and cuffs. The belt at the waist was tied at the back with a large bow.
Zhenya's skirt was pulled off. Sasha gave him a white T-shirt with thin straps, and he put it on without objecting. Then he raised his hands up, and they put on him this girlish splendor. Yes, this is not a sweater or a T-shirt to put on over your head. Zhenya even closed his eyes when white skirts rustled past his face, put his hands through the sleeves and pulled the dress down.
He stood without moving. The girls straightened their dresses, fastened buttons on their backs, straightened petticoats that protruded slightly from under the hem, and tied a bow at the waist. And he experienced some new unfamiliar feelings and did not know whether he liked or not to be dressed in a dress. Any girl would be very pleased. The white cuffs, collar, and lace hem of the petticoats nicely set off the dark green velvet of the party dress.
- Why is our beauty silent? Do you like the new dress?
- Yes ... - Zhenya answered in confusion.
- Say thank you mom, thank you dad. Do not be silent.
Thanks mom, thanks dad.
- Clever. Come, I'll kiss you.
Zhenya knew that girls kissed for any reason. But, as he did not want to avoid this, it was impossible for Lena to suspect something. And he went up to her and turned his cheek.
- What do we have good girl. But she also needs to go to the hairdresser.
- That's right, you can't in this beautiful dress to be so messed up.
- Chur, I'll be a master. You, Sasha, just did my styling.
- Okay. And my daughter and I seemed to have come to the hairdresser.
“I don’t want to get a haircut,” Zhenya cried.
All small children are afraid of scissors. What are you, little one? We won't cut you. Let's just brush it.
He was seated in front of a mirror, and Lena picked up a large comb. Meanwhile, the curling iron was heating up. The girls decided to twist Zhenya's hair a little. When Lena brought the curling iron to his hair, he began to break free and cry.
- Daddy, bring a pacifier and hold your daughter. I don't do anything bad.
They put a pacifier in his wife's mouth again and forced her to suck.
- What kind of prank is this? If you behave badly, we will undress and swaddle you again, like a very small one.
Zhenya was frightened and let himself be wound up. When Lena combed the curls twisted with a curling iron, for some reason it almost did not become noticeable that the hairs were twisted, but the hairstyle became noticeably more magnificent.
- How our baby likes the nipple. Stop sucking. Come here. Tell me which bow to tie for you. White or green.
"White," Zhenya said. He saw that all girls with festive dresses were bound to have white bows tied.
- That's right, little one. Sasha, give us a big bow. And Zhenechka will close her eyes for now.
And Lena slightly tinted his eyelids and cilia. And then the girls tied Zhenya with a huge white bow. But they still lacked something. And they blushed his cheeks a little and, for the final touch, painted his lips with shiny pink lipstick.
Zhenya sat with his eyes closed and was afraid to look at himself in the mirror.
- All. Eyes can be opened. Well, dad, are you satisfied? Where is your mommy?
Zhenya opened his eyes and immediately closed them.
- Oh, what a doll! Daughter, you are so beautiful! Get up, - Lena was already playing the role of mother.
Zhenya was ready to cry. A real doll was looking at him from the mirror, well, at the very least, a girl of kindergarten age.
- What? Again whims? Give me a pacifier again? Get up. Spin around. Good girl. Give mom a pen, give dad a pen.
And they, taking him by the hand, went throughout the apartment. Every now and then the girls stopped and admired their handiwork. And Zhenya had to spin around, learn to sit down in a curtsey and kiss mom and dad. Then they got sick of going to visit, and they "went to the cinema." Sasha turned on the cartoon, and they sedately sat down on the sofa in the hall. Zhenya was in the middle and sat without moving, putting his hands on his knees, like an exemplary girl. Sasha noticed his stiffness and brought the doll.
- That's right, dear. Let the baby shake the doll. She is definitely a doll herself! Zhenya, do you want to be a doll?
- Not…
- Okay, okay, I was joking. You are our beloved daughter.
After the cartoon, the three of them played with dolls, set the table with children's dishes, in general, they did the usual girly things. Zhenya got involved in the game and was no longer afraid to be exposed by Lena every minute. The only thing was that he was very shy when Sasha escorted him to the toilet to hold on to a beautiful dress.
The girls started playing and did not notice how lunch time approached. There was a phone call. It was Lena's grandmother calling. Like, it's almost three o'clock, it's time for lunch. Lena was going home. Sasha pulled the hairpins out of her hair. It turned out a little not neat, but Lena said that she would comb her hair at home.
- All right, I ran. And then the grandmother will scold.
- Yes, it's time for Zhenya and me to have a bite to eat.
- Goodbye, daughter. Kiss mommy... Well done. And I give you a pacifier. Maybe we'll play again. Or, if you are capricious, Sasha will give it to you so that you don’t cry. Okay, okay, I'm kidding. Kiss me again... That's all, bye.
Lena ran away. And Zhenya burst into tears for some reason.
- Well, why are you crying. It's all good. Lena did not guess that you were a boy. Was it boring to play with us? And in general, you, Zhenechka, are very beautiful girl. Here, look in the mirror. I wish I had such a sister. Let me kiss you. Okay, time for lunch. Let me help you take off your dress so you don't get it dirty. Or do you want to stay in it while I warm up dinner?
Zhenya, in principle, is already used to the dress, but he wouldn’t admit it for anything.
Sasha untied her belt, unbuttoned the buttons on her back and carefully removed Zhenya's festive dress and T-shirt. But I noticed, and if suddenly, after dinner, Lena returns. Zhenya did not want to be a girl again. Then the sister suggested that for now just put on a T-shirt, the one that was in the morning. Before the parents arrive, we will have time to change clothes, and if Lena does come in, then Zhenya will have time to pull on her skirt, she will not hide it yet. The wife had to agree, but he asked to remove the nail polish. Sasha helped him to put on his T-shirt, they set him up to warm up dinner, and in the same place in the kitchen she wiped off his and her varnish with a special liquid. They had lunch, Sasha washed the dishes, and Zhenya helped to dry them. Then they returned to the nursery and carefully hung the dress in Sasha's closet. And then Zhenya saw himself in a large mirror in the closet door. In the reflection was a girl. After all, he was wearing a girly T-shirt and tights, and, in addition, a large white bow in his hair. Sasha did not specifically remind him of the bow, she so wanted him to stay longer as her sister. And he somehow managed to get used to the hairstyle and while changing clothes, having dinner and removing nail polish and did not notice that he was left with a bow.
- Sasha, untie it.
- And suddenly Lena will return.
- So what. Girls go without bows.
- So you agree to be a girl?
- No-no ... - Zhenya whimpered, and he began to rip off the bow.
“Wait, wait, I’ll untie it myself.” And there was nothing to cry about.
- You don't wear bows.
- I'm already an adult. But I'm ready to tie a bow for myself if we tie it for you too. Want?
- No-no...
- OK OK. Let's go wash up. Otherwise, mom will see cosmetics.
They went to the bathroom and washed themselves with soap. Sasha dialed Lenin's phone. She said that she would not come today, as her grandmother gave her housework. But be sure to call back in the evening. Therefore, Sasha hid the children's skirt and took out Zhenya's boy's clothes, which she hid in the closet in the morning.
- It's a pity, I have such a sister appeared. And now brother again. Let `s play.
And since there was still time before the arrival of their parents, they sat down on the carpet, where the toys were laid out.
The mothers arrived almost at the same time. Sasha a little earlier, because it was much closer for her to go from work.
- You ate, what did you do?
- Ate, watched TV, played.
- And what did you play?
- In daughters-mothers.
Aunt Vera looked strangely at Zhenya. But then I thought: the boy is small, and what else to play with Sasha. Zhenya's mother also came here. And again they began to collect on the table. We drank tea together. And mother and Zhenya were going home.
- Zhenechka, you liked being with Sasha all day, will you come to visit us again? asked Aunt Vera.
"Yes," Zhenya answered timidly, holding his mother's hand. He didn't know if he wanted a repeat of today. Probably not. But all the same, he was interested in Sasha.
His mother, saying goodbye to her sister, noticed that the quarantine had just begun, and there was no one to leave him at home with. Tomorrow, of course, is the weekend. But next week, she would ask Sasha to stay with Zhenya a couple more times, if they had such a good time together. Aunt Vera didn't mind at all. And Zhenya did not know what to do with his eyes from embarrassment, he was afraid that today's game could be repeated.
And the quarantine continued.