An Adopted Sissy Daughter

At first, I was so happy when I learned that Mother had arranged to adopt me.  She seemed like a very nice lady.  I hated living in foster homes.  Since I was smaller and skinnier than the other boys in the foster homes, I was often bullied and beaten. 

But I started to worry during the drive home from the adoption agency.  Mother kept saying things like, "You are such a pretty girl," and "I'm so happy that you are now my daughter," and "I'm glad your hair is already long..."  I wasn't sure what to do or say.  I didn't want to be rude to my new Mother.

But she when she wouldn't stop talking about me like that, I finally spoke up, "But I'm not a girl!" I shouted.

"Oh don't be silly, Mother replied.  "You ARE a girl!"

When we got home, Mother showed me to my new room.  It was decorated in pink and white, with pictures of flowers on the walls and dolls everywhere.  And the closet and drawers were filled with girl clothes.  Now I was getting pretty upset about this situation.  I protested again, saying that I was a boy and that didn't want to live in a girl's room with girl stuff and that I wanted her to stop saying that I was a girl.

Well, that was a big mistake.  Mother grabbed me and stripped off all of my clothes -- Wow! She was really strong.  She threw me over her knee and spanked my bare bottom hard for what seemed like an hour.  All the while she yelled at me saying, "Listen here, little missy.  I say you are a girl and that means you are a girl.  I don't care if you think you were a boy but from now on you (whack!) are (whack!) a (whack!) GIRL! (whack! whack! whack!)"

When she was done spanking me, she roughly shoved me off her lap and onto the floor.  "Now you just stay here and think about all this until I call for you."  She picked up my boy clothes off the floor and left my room. 

I had never been so scared or confused in my whole life.  As I lay there, naked on the floor, I started to cry.  I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. 

About 20 minutes later, Mother called out, "Victoria dearest!  Come to my room!"

I was still naked.  I decided to grab a pair of pair a girls panties from the drawer and I walked to Mother's room.  When I entered, Mother was sitting at her vanity, also wearing nothing but panties.  Her huge breasts were on full display for me.  "Look at us," she chirped.  "We're both wearing panties.  We're twins!"

She walked over to me.  I was trembling and staring at the floor, afraid to look directly at her.  She wrapped her arms around me tightly and pressed me against her enormous boobs.  They felt so soft.  "I'm sorry I had to spank you, Victoria.  I hope you learned your lesson and never disobey me or disagree with me again."

I nodded in agreement.

"Good.  You are going to enjoy being a girl and being my daughter.  It will be a wonderful and exciting experience for you.  Together, we are going to turn you into a lovely young lady."

I gulped.  This was crazy -- but I kept my mouth shut.

"And very soon you will get to have your own big, soft breasts, just like mine.  Won't that be wonderful, Victoria?!" She said.