Finally, Amanda arrived. Entering the room shyly, her eyes downcast, I could see a trace of the bratty little grin on her face that I loved so much. Taking her by the hand, I led her to my transformation room. I could see her blush as she saw her clothes laid out on the bed. I smiled, stroking her long blonde pigtails, assuring her that it would be alright. Sitting in a chair, I ordered her to undress , wanted to see her newly shaven body. She had followed my orders perfectly, her body completely shorn of hair. I looked her over as she blushed, her little clit giving away her excitement. .Standing, I picked up her panties and handed them to her, telling her to put them on. Watching as she drew them up her smooth legs, I felt my own clit twitch at the thought of taking them back down the same path later. Then the bra. I helped her, hooking it in the back as Amanda trembled every time my fingers brushed her soft skin. God, she is so cute, standing there in nothing but panties and bra, blushing bright red. I let her put on the stockings and socks while I watched, growing more excited as the transformation began to take place. Helping her into her dress, watching her put on the shoes, I wanted to take her then and there. Last, the make up. A little eye shadow, light pink, mascara, and bubble gum pink lipstick. Finally the finished product. Placing her in front of a full length mirror, I introduced her to her new self. My little one, my little girl, Amanda.

Amanda stared at herself in the mirror, the bratty little grin erased. I could see reality take hold of her as she realized that the man she used to be was gone, replaced by the little girl she saw staring back at her. Nothing would ever be the same for her after tonight. I put my hand to her shoulder and turned her to face me, knowing that this was the moment of truth for my little girl. I look into her eyes, seeing the confusion there. “Make your choice, Amanda,“ I whisper. “ Be my little girl now and forever, or walk away.” I close my eyes and wait. Then I feel what I want, your arms around me, your head against my chest, your soft voice whispering, “Oh, my Mistress!’ I hug you to me, one tear running down my cheek . Now Amanda is all mine.

Looking you up and down now, I decide to add the finishing touches before taking Amanda out to meet the world. First , I hand you a little white purse with little pink hearts on it. Your name is written on it in pink letters. Then, the last item. The one that gives me the most pleasure to make you carry. A medium size white teddy bear holding a pink heart with “I love Mistress” written on the heart! You look so embarrassed as you take it, all traces of brattiness now gone. I laugh at the look on your face as you hold the teddy bear in your arms. “You look very sweet, Amanda, “ I say, smiling. “ All my friends are going to love you so much!” “F….friends, Mistress?” you ask, your voice trembling.

“Of course, sweetheart,” I say, “Did you think I went to all this trouble just so I could look at you?”

“No, Mistress, but……”you blush more than before>

“But what, Amanda?” I ask, making my voice a bit sterner than before.

“I’m A little nervous about what you’re going to do,” you say, a hint of the brat coming back.

“I’m taking you to your coming out party, Amanda,” I say, smiling. “Isn’t that nice? My friends have prepared a party just for you!”

Before you can respond, I take your hand and lead you to the door. You hesitate a s we start out but I pull harder, forcing you to follow me to my car. Putting you in the passenger seat, I pull the seat belt across you tightly. “Wouldn’t want you to drop you bear, would we?” I say, laughing aloud.

“No, Mistress, “ you answer, trying to slide lower in the seat.

Still laughing, I get under the wheel. Starting the car, I put one hand on your knee, “ Don’t worry, Amanda, it’ll be fun and you won’t get hurt. I promise. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

After about a 15 minute drive, we pull up to a house in the country, 4 or 5 cars and trucks in the drive and yard. Loud music comes from the house as I get out and come around to your side of the car. I open the door and unbuckle your seatbelt. Taking you hand I help you from the car.

“Mistress?” you ask.

“Yes Amanda, what is it?” I say as I lead you toward the house.

“I’m afraid, Mistress, “ you whisper, your eyes on the ground.

I stop and look at you. I can see you trembling, even in the dark. Pulling you closer to me, I whisper softly, “ Don’t be afraid, little one. I won’t let anything happen to you. This is necessary for your transformation. I’ll take care of you.”

“Yes mistress,” you answer, and we continue to the house. As we get to the door, it opens and a very cute girl, about 26, looks out and laughs, “ Hey, everybody, it’s Deanna and little Amanda!’

And so it begins, your coming out.

As we enter the house, I can feel you trying to hide behind me. I pull you into the light as 5 girls surround us. You bury your face in my dress as they laugh and tell me how cute you are. Waving them away. I lead you into a room with a pool table in the center of it.

“What’s wrong Amanda?” I ask., “ This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be my little girl?”

“Yes Mistress, but I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t know it would be like this,“ You whisper.

I look at you, your pretty eyes staring at the floor, trembling, clutching the teddy. I wonder if I’ve gone too far, pushed a bit too hard. I remember my first time dressed as a girl in public, all the eyes on me, the girlish giggling of my own Mistress’ friends, the hot tears running down my face. Looking at you, I see the frightened little girl that I once was.

“Amanda, look at me,” I command you.

You raise your head and look into my eyes.

“Honey, this is part of your training,” I explain, “You have to know how it feels to be a little girl if you want to be one. You can dress for me forever but that’s not the real thing. I know how you feel right now but you’re the brat remember? These are my friends, they won’t hurt you. But, if you want to go, we’ll go. It won’t please me if we do but we will.”

I can see you thinking as you look at me, your eyes going far away. I’m holding my breath, waiting for your answer. I see your mouth move and then the bratty little grin that I love so much start to appear. I smile at you and you start to giggle a little.

“I’ll stay, Mistress,” you say finally, “but, may I ask you something?”

Overcome with joy and love, I smile more, “Of course you may, sweetheart. What is it?”

“Can I drink tonight?” you ask, giggling wildly as I laugh at the impish look on your cute face.

“Yes, Amanda, we’ll both drink tonight,” I answer, taking your hand and leading you out into the room where the music and laughter was coming from.

I look at you proudly as you sit on a couch, surrounded by Lesbians, talking your little head off while they admire your dress and touch you. I can see the brat come out when you bat your eyes and grin at one of them, saying what I am sure is a smart-ass remark in response to a question. When you glance my way, I laugh at you, knowing that your fear has gone, that you are immersed in your new role. I laugh harder as one of the girls hands you a Smirnoff wine cooler, your little nose crinkling in disgust, knowing that you would rather be drinking tequila with me .I go over to the girl who answered the door and whisper in her ear.

“Hey,” she announces, “This is Amanda’s coming out party so we need to take pictures to remember this night.”

I laugh at the look on your face as every girl there goes to get a camera. You gulp down the wine cooler for courage and the look on your face as you taste it is priceless. I walk over and take your little hand in mine.

“Would you like a shot of tequila, Amanda?” I ask, lovingly. “that might help your nerves.” the brat in me coming out now.

“Yes, Mistress, please,” you say, nervously.

I pour you a shot and you knock it back, the liquor warming as it goes down. I see your cheeks turning red as the warmth hits you. Unable to control myself, I pull you to me and hug you tightly, whispering, “I love you Amanda, my sweet baby girl!”

Three flashes go off as a picture is taken of our moment of tenderness. I laugh as you flinch in embarrassment. I pull you to the center of the room and leave you there as the girls start to pose with you to have their picture taken. I watch, slowly realizing that not only are you a brat, but they you are also a showoff. You begin to get silly for the camera, hugging your teddy, batting your eyes, smiling hugely, and trying to be little girl sexy for the pictures.

Finally, the excitement winds down a bit. You come over to the couch where I am. I pull you down onto my lap and lay your blonde head on my shoulder. You yawn hugely and snuggle up to me. There is one more round of picture taking of you and me.

“ladies, it’s been fun, but I need to take little Amanda home now. It’s a bit past her beddy bye time,” I tell everyone.

As we go to the door, each girl comes over and kisses you good night, telling you how wonderful you are and how cute you look. You blush prettily and thank them in your soft voice, gripping my hand tightly. I look proudly at you as I see that you are more confident about who you are, comfortable in your new role as Amanda, my little girl.

I open your door and buckle into the seat. You look sweet, yawning and clutching your teddy bear. I get in the drivers seat and start the car. As we drive away, I put my hand on your leg, very high up, caressing the smooth nylon. You wiggle your little bottom in the leather seat, giggling girlishly.

“Amanda, your night isn’t over yet, you know, “ I say softly.

“What do you mean. Mistress?” you ask, suddenly awake.

“I mean that there is one other thing we’re going to do tonight, “ I say. A wicked little grin on my face.

I look over at you and see the apprehension and fear come back into your eyes. Good, I think, I like to see that. I don’t want you to think that everything’s going to be your way tonight. Its all about you, but I have to have my fun too.

My hand creeps further up your leg to the crotch of your panties, I can feel your little girl clit stirring under my caresses. You’re slightly damp so I know that the night so far has excited you.

“Ummmmmm, You’re a little wet, Amanda, “I purr, “did my little one get a touch hot from the attention tonight?”

“Yes, Mistress,” you whisper, responding to my touch in spite of your fear.

“I guess you’ll need some relief from all that tension, won’t you?” I ask, squeezing you little clit harder.

“Yes, Ma’am, please,” you say, pressing into my hand, breathing faster.

I stop in my drive and lean over toward you, using my other hand to pull your face to mine, Kissing you hard, I force my tongue into your mouth. Your clit leaps in my hand as you moan into my mouth. I kiss you for a minute or so, then pull away. You whimper in lust as I open my door and get out, I come around and open your door, leaning in to unfasten your seat belt. You grab at me frantically. I can smell your excitement as you get out of the car. I put my arm around you and walk you to the house. I can feel how excited you are as you cling to me. We enter the house and I turn to face you. You stare at me, a bratty little smile on your face. I take a deep breath, making my breasts become mare prominent under the tight corset top of my dress. I see you stare at them and lick your lips. Taking your hands in mine, I back slowly toward the bedroom as you follow, your eyes glued to me. Once in the bedroom I pull you to me and kiss you gently, my tongue probing your mouth. I can feel my clit swelling as you moan into my mouth. Pushing you onto the bed, never losing contact with your mouth, my hand goes under your dress, touching your clit. You squirm as I caress it. My hand goes to the waistband of your panties and I pull them down, you butt lifting off the bed so they will slide down your legs.

I move my one hand back to you now dripping clit, the other to your bottom. Breaking the kiss, I look at your face, your eyes closed. A little smile playing on your lips. As my hand gets fully under you, my fingers slide gently into your crack. You raise up, giggling as I stroke your clit. My own clit is throbbing, now, so hard it hurts. I lean down to your ear as my probing finger finds your tight little pussy.

“Feel good, hunny?” I whisper

“Ummm-Hmmm, “ you moan as my finger presses more insistently into your tight hole. You squirm a bit and I gently slide it in, just a bit. You gasp and your eyes fly open, looking at me in apprehension.

“Relax, little one, “ I say, kissing your cheek, “Mistress won’t hurt you. Just relax, sweetheart, it’ll be fine.”

You relax a bit, your eyes on my face as I gently rub your clit. Your hand reaches down, going under my dress. I move to make your explorations easier for you, feeling your warm hand at my stocking tops. I moan as your hand touches my bare skin and you giggle as you continue to move your hand upward. when your hand reaches my clit, my hips push forward into your hand involuntarily. You laugh at my gasp of pleasure. I smile down at you letting you think you have the upper hand. “Oh little one,” I think, “if you only knew what is going to happen to you tonight.”

MY LITTLE AMANDA

Part 5

Standing suddenly, I tell you to lie still. Your eyes watch in amazement as I slowly sink to my knees between your lovely less. Parting them with my hands, I kiss your legs, just above the knees, sliding my hands up to your butt. I lift you, getting your legs on my shoulders, kissing the bare skin above your stocking tops. You squirm a little, whimpering as my tongue caresses your skin. My breathing is heavy now and I’m shuddering as I go further up your legs, my tongue tracing a hot trail toward your middle. Reaching your engorged clit, I kiss it briefly, allowing my tongue to circle the head. It leaps on my tongue and your hips jerk toward me as you whimper, “Please Mistress!” as I pull away a bit. Laughing softly, I move lower, lifting your luscious tushy higher. Putting my head down, my tongue licks the sensitive skin below your clit. You begin moaning as I lick, going further down, seeking your center. Finding at last the tight little virgin hole, I pull your butt cheeks apart to allow me easier access to my goal. My tongue flicks the rim softly but insistently as we both moan in passion and lust.

My tongue now has a mind of its own and begins to probe your tightness, forcing entrance. My clit is throbbing and pouring fluid. My body feels like its on fire with love and lust as you moan unceasingly, your body jerking and trembling uncontrollably. Your little hands reach down and grasp the back of my head, forcing it further into you and I go with it, licking and sucking now with total abandonment to my lust. When I feel that I can wait no longer, I pull away, rolling you onto your back. Flipping your skirt up, I bury my face in your tight bottom, licking and kissing your virgin hole. You moan and whimper louder. I pull away again, replacing my tongue with my engorged, dripping clit I push slightly and you gasp at the larger invader.

“Relax, little one,” I whisper, “I’ll be gentle”

You relax and I push a little harder, the head entering you. I gasp at your tightness, restraining myself from just slamming forward. My hand reaches under you, Taking you dripping clit in my hand. I stroke it gently as, inch by inch, ever so slowly, I enter you. At long last, I’m all the way in, buried in you. I hold very still, giving you time to become accustomed to the feeling of fullness, stroking your clit more insistently. Moving slowly, I begin going back and forth, judging your excitement by your moans and the hot little clit in my hand. My breathing is now an effort as I try to hold my own orgasm till I feel yours beginning, wanting us to come together. Your clit begins to swell and I move faster, my head thrown back and little squeals issuing from my throat. I can no longer hold back and release myself to the joy of emptying into you as your little clit explodes in my hand, soaking you dress front, while you scram aloud at the ecstasy you feel.

I pull out of you slowly, then bend and place my mouth at your no-longer-virgin hole, kissing it, sliding my tongue in, tasting my essence in you. You move, just a little, exhausted from your deflowering. Rolling you over, I stand you up, holding you as your legs tremble. Taking you to the bathroom, I sit you in my vanity chair and, Begin filling the bathtub with warm water and bubble bath. Standing you again, I gently undress you, Kissing all the skin, I’m exposing. I lead you the tub and help you into the warm, scented water. Then I begin to bathe you.

“Mistress, shouldn’t I be bathing you?” you ask, shyly.

“Shush, Amanda,” I say, “Let me do this. Its what I want”

I move you, so that I can bathe every inch of your lovely body. Taking my time, enjoying the feel of you. Finally I help you from the tub, smiling at the look in your eyes as I dry you with a very soft fluffy towel. Leading you by the hand back through the playroom to my bed room. I put a white silk night gown on you, straightening your hair when its fully on. Pulling back the comforter on my bed, I lay you down and cover you up, kissing your sweet lips gently.

“I’ll be right back, little one,’ I whisper.

You smile sleepily at me and I leave the room. Taking off my sweaty clothes, I take a shower, washing away the sweat and traces of our night on me. Then, I put on a gray nightgown, trimmed in white lace and go back to the bedroom. You are laying there, looking so sweet in my bed, sound asleep, a little smile on your face. I stare at you a moment, almost crying at the love that fills my heart and soul for my little Amanda. Then, very carefully so as not to wake you, I get into the bed. You cuddle up to me and I put my arms around you.

“Sleep well, sweet Amanda,” I whisper, “Mistress loves you, my lovely little one, and always will.”

The End