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>Subject: Story: Dominated By Young Girls 17/21
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>Date: Mon, 10 Jan 1994 22:20:23 UTC

>Item Subject: c:\txt\dbyg17.txt
>File: DBYG17.txt (Trans, Fem-Dom, minors, mf, mm)
>Warning: This is a book length work which printed is about 200 pages!

>The following is an original fiction work which includes in addition to
>the base Fem-Dom and TV/TS themes; a wide variety of explicit sexual
>conduct involving minors, teens, and later young adults, including:
>B&D, WS, fist, spank, m rape, ff and f/ts sex.  If you are offended by
>explicit sexual material, DELETE THIS FILE NOW!  If not, I hope you
>enjoy this work as I put a lot of time and effort into writing it.

>This work is hereby released into the public domain for Adult use and may
>be duplicated by any electronic means.  However, it may not be sold in
>printed from without the express consent of the author.  All characters
>are purely fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
>coincidental.

>Due to the length of this work, it will take several days to get it all
>posted, your patience is appreciated and your comments are welcome.  I
>will not e-mail missing parts due to shear volume; so don't ask.  Get
>it the first time!

>                                            Enjoy!
>                                            Quicksilver-Iota

>                   ***********************************


>                             CHAPTER 16



>                        'VICTORIA'S NEW LIFE'

>         After cleaning, painting, and furnishing her new apart-
>     ment, 'Victoria' moved from the rooming house to the flat
>     above the store. In the boxes of clothing she had to move to
>     the basement to clear the apartment, there were many in her
>     size and her wardrobe quickly quadrupled in size.  The Monday
>     after being hired 'Victoria'/John actually started work in the
>     store.  First Mrs. Roberts explained how the clothing was
>     arranged and the codes for pricing.  Although every item had
>     a price on it, the tags were different colors and the codes
>     indicated the base price the owner was willing to accept or
>     the cost Mrs. Roberts had paid.  Markups averaged around 25-
>     45% over base price and 'Victoria' was authorized to deal
>     within the "Net" sales range in order to make a sale.
>     However, she was reminded that her pay was dependant upon
>     gross sales, so the higher the volume and higher the prices,
>     the higher her pay.
>         Most of the customers who came into the store were wives
>     of younger faculty members who could not afford to pay full
>     retail for a new dress they may only wear a couple of times
>     per year.  Others, were students who needed formal attire for
>     dances or sorority functions at the college.  Occasionally,
>     John noted, young men would come in "to look around" and after
>     spending a few minutes in the tuxedo section, would look at
>     the dresses hanging on the racks or lingerie, "looking for a
>     gift for their Mother, Sister, or Girl Friend."
>         One such customer, was a blond boy about 18 years old, who
>     was about the same height as John/'Victoria' and very slim in
>     build.  After making the obligatory pass through the tuxedo
>     and "vintage" sections he was looking at a beautiful pink
>     floor length satin gown with lace trim, which had been worn at
>     last year's prom by a student at the college.  Seeing the
>     boy's hand tremble as he fingered the fabric, John moved over
>     to a position behind him.  "Very nice, isn't it," she said,
>     and thought the boy was going to jump out of his skin with
>     fright.  "Sorry, I scared you," she offered to the trembling
>     boy and gave him her best smile.
>         The boy quickly recovered and tried to offer an explana-
>     tion for being in the women's dresses area, "I...I.. was just
>     thinking how nice my girlfriend would look in this," he
>     proposed.  Looking the boy over and seeing how badly he was
>     still shaking, John decided that this was a lie, then noticed
>     the bulge in his pants, which confirmed it.  "Would you like
>     to try it on?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.  "I think it
>     will fit you pretty well," she continued then added, "You
>     should look very good in it."  The reaction she got to these
>     statements was exactly what she suspected.  "Could I!  I mean
>     there's no one but us here is there?"  The boy then gave her
>     a questioning look and she responded, "I get paid a percentage
>     of sales, it doesn't make any difference to me who I sell
>     these clothes to, just how much I sell."  "By the way, my name
>     is 'Victoria', what's yours?"  "Jim," he whispered in reply.
>         "Well Jim, would you like to try it on?"  "Could I
>     really?," he said excitedly, "Sure, I think you will look cute
>     in it."  John then guided the boy to the dressing rooms,
>     showed him inside, and handed him the dress.
>         "Try it on for fit," she suggested and headed for the
>     lingerie section to get some accessories.  When she returned,
>     he had put on the dress and was standing looking at himself in
>     the full length mirror mounted on the wall just outside the
>     dressing rooms.  She walked up behind the boy and gently
>     stroked the sleeves off of the shoulders and down onto his
>     arms, then looking over his shoulder into the mirror, this
>     sent a wave of shudders which passed through the boy's entire
>     body.  Holding his shoulders, she leaned forward and whispered
>     in his ear, "It was meant to be worn off of the shoulder."
>     She then told him that it fit pretty well, except that it was
>     tight at the waist and a little "loose" at the bust.       "We
>     can fix that," she offered and turned him to face her.
>     Looking at him full front, she checked the fit at various
>     points and then said, "Take off the dress and hang it up a
>     minute."  The boy looked totally defeated, so she added, "just
>     for a minute, "Jamie", I've got to rearrange your body a
>     little, and held up a waist cincher and heavily padded strap-
>     less bra.  The boy had noticed that Victoria had called him by
>     a girl's version of his name, and liked the sound of it.
>     Grinning from ear to ear, he quickly removed the dress and
>     hung it on a hanger in the dressing room.  The boy stood
>     before her now wearing only his underpants, which displayed a
>     very large bulge for his size.
>         Victoria then turned him around with his back to her and
>     placed the waist cincher around his waist and laced up the
>     back pulling in his waist a good 3".  This made his little
>     butt look considerably larger, and from the back, gave him the
>     appearance of a female.  She then handed him the padded bra
>     and hooked it for him, when she saw that his hands were
>     shaking too badly to do it himself.  "I think you should take
>     those boy's underthings off," she suggested, "they won't feel
>     right with the dress on, and they don't look nearly as pretty
>     as these," waiving a pair of pure silk panties under his nose.

>         Seeing what she had in her hand, he stripped off the
>     cotton jockey shorts with no hesitation, until he realized he
>     was now standing nude, for all intents and purposes, in front
>     of a beautiful girl approximately his own age, with a raging
>     hard-on no less.  As he turned beet red, Victoria put her hand
>     on his bare shoulder and said, "It's OK, I grew up with two
>     brothers, I've seen them before, indicating his hard-on with
>     a flick of her eyes.  I must say though, THAT is a very nice
>     one."  Victoria then gave the boy a peck on the cheek, which
>     seemed to calm him down some.  After having him put on the
>     panties as well as a garter belt, stockings, petticoats to
>     make the dress stand out, and a pair of matching shoes, she
>     again led him to the mirror.  The dress now fit perfectly, and
>     except for his hair being too short he would make a very
>     pretty woman.  Showing him several wigs, he picked one and
>     after putting it on him, Victoria was proud of her creation.
>     "Makeup is the only other thing you will need," she said and
>     smiled broadly at him.
>         When the boy left, he carried everything she had put on
>     him plus 12 extra pair of panties, 6 pair of stockings, 2 more
>     bras, and 2 other dresses.  He also left with $680 less credit
>     available on his Visa credit card.  "I should try that on all
>     of the younger one's who come in," Victoria/John thought to
>     himself.  She did, and in only two months, sales at the store
>     tripled.  Mrs. Roberts didn't know what was going on, but she
>     knew she had one heck of a sales person.  It was later learned
>     that the word got out quickly in the Gay/TV/TS community
>     around the college that Mrs. Roberts had a new sales girl who
>     was sympathetic to them and would allow them to try clothing
>     on in the store if no women customers were present.  By the
>     end of the year, the store was doing more than four times it's
>     previous turnover, and Mrs. Roberts was almost constantly gone
>     on "buying trips."  Victoria was left to handle the store on
>     her own, and did it very well, selling almost every item at
>     full tag prices.
>         Over the two years, John wrote to Jane and let her know
>     what was happening in his life and also how much he missed the
>     girls.  Jane advised him that no investigation was done at the
>     request of his parents, and that he was safe if he wanted to
>     return to his own identity.  She also gave him the news of his
>     new younger sister Michelle, and told him how it had come
>     about.  John felt some sympathy for his brother, but recalling
>     the rape, not much.  Jane and Susan were now Seniors in high
>     school and both applied for admission and were accepted to the
>     college he worked beside, beginning the following Fall term.
>     One day during the Spring when business was slow, Mrs. Roberts
>     called Victoria into her office and had her set down.
>          "Victoria, you and I need to have a talk," Mrs. Roberts
>     with a solemn look started. John's mind raced with everything
>     he had done over the past six months trying to come up with
>     what he had done wrong to invoke Mrs. Roberts displeasure.
>     "We have done incredibly well in the year and a half you have
>     worked for me Victoria.  But I'm and old woman, even older
>     than you think young lady, and I can't keep up this pace."
>     John/Victoria started to object, when Mrs. Roberts held up her
>     hand to silence the girl.  "I have to get out of this business
>     or it will kill me, I've already talked to 10 doctors and they
>     all agree."
>         John was shocked, he had observed no indications of ill
>     health on the part of his employer, then his mind raced again.
>     "If she closes the shop I'll be out both a job and a place to
>     live", he thought to himself.  Seeing the panic on the young
>     woman's face, Mrs. Roberts reached out and took her hand in
>     her own.  "I know what you're thinking," she said, "this old
>     bag is going to leave me high and dry after you've busted your
>     pretty little behind for me for 2 and a half years."  "But..-
>     .," Victoria tried to object.  "Not so little girl," replied
>     the woman, "Like they said in that 'Godfather' movie, I'm
>     going to make you a deal you can't refuse."  John relaxed at
>     that point and listened to the offer.
>         "You are too young for me to legally transfer the business
>     to you outright, you must be 21 in this state.  So as of this
>     minute, you are the manager of this store and I am the
>     absentee owner.  You will be paid 15% of gross sales with no
>     guaranteed salary and your apartment is now free as part of
>     your pay.  I will have my lawyer draw up a land contract sale
>     for the business, with 10% of gross as the stipulated payment
>     per month.  If I die before you pay off the contract, the
>     remainder of the business will be willed to you free and
>     clear.  This guarantees me a 10% of gross income for at least
>     the next 10 years, if I live that long, and guarantees you the
>     store and a decent living in the meantime.  "I don't know what
>     to say Mrs. Roberts," John stuttered.  "Just say yes sweet-
>     heart, and the deal is done," she responded.  "Yes, Yes, Yes!
>     cried Victoria/John and gave the woman a big hug.  "I thought
>     I told you about those death grip hugs of yours...well I guess
>     it's alright this time.  Good Luck Victoria, the business is
>     now yours."  "With that the woman arose and walked towards the
>     door, OH don't forget to sent me my checks young'n," she said
>     with a smile as she passed through the door and out onto the
>     street.
>         John just sat in the office stunned, he couldn't believe
>     that he was now the manager and soon to be owner of the store.
>     While he sat there he looked at the books Mrs. Roberts had
>     left on the desk with all the financial information regarding
>     the store.  "My God," he said to him self when his eyes rested
>     on the bottom of a page, the store had done over $600,000 in
>     gross sales during the past year.  He knew they had done well,
>     but had no idea, it was that good.  His mind did some quick
>     mathematics and with an average 25% markup that would make the
>     net income before expenses something like $150,000 per year,
>     deducting Mrs. Roberts $60,000 (10% of gross) he would still
>     be bringing in $90,000 less store and living expenses if he
>     could keep sales at their current level.  Even after deducting
>     the average $40,000 operating expenses, he was left with about
>     $50,000 per year.  "This little store in a God Damn Gold
>     Mine," the thought to himself.
>         John then looked around the rest of the office.  This had
>     been Mrs. Roberts private domain up till now and he had never
>     had the nerve or interest in poking around in it.  John opened
>     what he thought was a closet, but instead found a narrow
>     hallway on the other side of the door.  Light was coming from
>     somewhere to the left, but he couldn't see the source.
>     Walking in, he soon found the source or sources would be more
>     correct.  To his surprise, their were 4 glass windows which
>     looked into the dressing rooms of the store.  From the angle
>     of view and height of the windows, John quickly realized that
>     they were the mirrors mounted on the back wall of each
>     dressing room.  They had probably been installed to prevent
>     shoplifting, but John could see other applications were
>     possible.
>         This realization struck home, as he considered how many
>     young boys he/she had fondled in the dressing rooms and two
>     he/she had even given blowjobs to in order to close bigger
>     sales.  "I wonder if she was ever back here when I was working
>     on one of the boys," he thought, "Well if she was I sure hope
>     she enjoyed herself!"  Fortunately John had never stripped
>     completely himself in one of these rooms and had never
>     resorted to fucking any of the customers, so she probably
>     never discovered his REAL secret.
>***********
>End DBYG17.txt
>Continued DBYG18.txt
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