Charlie's Angels Part 5

The next day, as he sat in the kitchen, the phone rang and Charlie told him to get it. "That's someone who wants to speak to you."

Alex was confused -- how did Charlie know who was on the phone? He moved to the line and picked it up.

"Hello?" he said tentatively.

"Hello, Alex," came a deep, velvety voice on the other end. "This is Allie." It was a woman but she had quite a deep voice and Alex felt intimidated and his heart jump in his chest. He had never heard of this person before.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"Charlie told me about you. She thinks you need some help training to be a good girl," the voice said with a hint of amusement.

Alex looked up at Charlie with surprise, she nodded with a gentle smile on her face. His cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“Who… who are you?” Alex asked, weakly.

“Don’t you listen? I told you my name is Allie.” Said the voice. “You need to learn to listen when I speak. Do you understand?”

He replied quietly, “Yes.”

She barked at him aggressively, “I expect you to address me as Ms. Allie. Do you understand?”

He was scared and nervous… “Yes… Yes, Ms. Allie.”

"Good girl. I’m going to come over to your place tonight" Allie continued. "I'm going to teach you how to be gentle, soft, and weak like the pretty little girl you are."

"But, I don't know you," Alex protested weakly.

“We’ll get to know each other soon,” Allie replied.

“We will?” asked Alex.

“Yes. Be ready. I don’t want to be kept waiting” said Allie and with that she hung up the phone.

Alex looked to Charlie for an explanation but Charlie wouldn’t say much other than Allie was a friend who was going to help Alex learn to be a good girl.

Alex spent the rest of the day wondering who Allie was and was feeling nervous about meeting her and learning from her.

That afternoon he asked Charlie, “What does Allie want me to do?” but she didn’t reply.

“What does she want me to wear?”

Charlie was working on some homework when Alex asked, “She told me to be ready but didn’t say when she was coming.”

Charlie replied casually, “Well then you should be ready for whenever she comes.”

He was nervous, scared of this intimidating figure. He asked, “What should I wear when she comes over?”

Charlie didn’t even look up but just said, “What do you think you should wear? What would make Allie happy?”

Alex thought about it, about the deep voice on the phone that still made his stomach flutter. That deep voice that had taken charge so easily, that had sensed his inner weakness. He pictured a taller, older woman who would bring him to heel. Powerful muscles, a dominant woman bringing him to heel. His stomach fluttered again. She would expect total submission.

He decided that he would put on a short plaid skirt, white socks, mary janes, and a pink blouse. His legs were already shaven and smooth. He picked a soft yellow pair of panties and as he was sliding the skirt up his legs he wondered about Allie. The voice scared and intrigued him and he pictured a large woman in her 20s or even 30s, masculine but still feminine, bearing down on him with a piercing gaze. His heart was beating heavily as he imagined her.

He decided that he wanted to make Allie happy, to give her no reason to be upset with him. So he did his best with his makeup to give himself a feminine appearance – lip gloss, mascara. He put on a short blonde wig that was left over from a Halloween a few years ago. Eyeing himself in the mirror, he looked like a young girl, innocent and gentle. A stranger would’ve had to look at him very closely to realize that underneath the girlish appearance, was a young man.

Charlie stepped into the bathroom doorway as he was adjusting the wig on his head and smiled. “Oh, sweetie. You’re such a good learner.”

He was equal parts humiliated and happy as he sought her approval. “Thanks, Charlie.”

She looked down at him, “Why don’t you say it again but in your girlier voice.”

He blushed but complied and spoke in a slight, whispering, feminine voice, “Thank you, Charlie.”

“That’s a good girl.”

It was around 4:30 when he heard a heavy knock at the door. He put his head into the kitchen and looked at Charlie who looked up from her work.

“Well, you better get the door. You don’t want to keep her waiting.”

He moved to the door nervously and opened it, his heart racing.

He saw a young woman standing on the doorway, she looked strong, with large shoulders are thick proportions. Although not nearly as muscular as Charlie, she was strong all the same. She appeared to be eye level with Alex until she stepped into the house and he realized she was taller than him by a few good inches. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. He could see the thickness in her arms as she came into the house. He guessed she must have been 5’8 to his 5’4, but looked much bigger and stronger.

“Hi, Allie, thanks for coming,” Said Charlie. She had walked into the hallway and was standing behind Alex. She reached for Allie and pulled her into a hug, brushing against her brother as she did so.

Allie smiled and then looked down at Alex with slight amusement. The hallway was small and Alex felt dwarfed by these two large women. He averted his eyes gaze and looked down at Allie’s belt buckle: thick and silver. He noticed too that her legs appeared to be as big as his waist. He felt like a child standing next to two adults.

“So this is Alice. Hello sweetie,” said Allie.

“Hello,” replied Alex.

“Oh no, no. That won’t do. First, you need to use a more girly voice when you greet me. It’s good that you’re wearing a skirt, but I expect you to curtsey when you meet me. Try again.”

Alex swallowed, his heart beating heavily in his chest. He could feel his embarrassment creeping across his face in a heavy blush.

He held the corners of his skirt, looked at Allie and replied in the girlie voice that Charlie had trained him in, “Hello.”

Allie smiled down at him. “Much better. I can see you’re going to be a good student.”

She looked at Charlie, “So this is your older brother?”

Charlie smiled, “Not really. I think we’ve gotten rid of Alex and replaced him with Alice. That suits you so much better, doesn’t it Alice?”

Alice smiled and looked up at the larger girl and said, “Yes, Charlie.”

Allie placed a firm hand on Alex’s shoulder and squeezed. “When you address your sister, you should always call her Ms. Charlie.”

The squeeze was so intense and strong that Alex’s eyes began to water.

“I’m sorry,” he said in his weak voice. “I’m sorry Ms. Charlie. I’m sorry Ms. Allie”

And he instinctively curtsied to the girls.

Allie smiled and said, “That’s better,” before turning to Charlie: “I’m going to take Alice for a walk. We’ll be back shortly.”

Alex’s heart was pounding now – the humiliations were overwhelming and now she wanted him to go outside? Dressed like this?

“Come on Alice, take my arm like a good girl. We’re going to walk together. “

Alex was terrified at the idea of being outdoors but he could tell this woman would accept no arguing.

Alex took a deep breath and took her arm, feeling the strength of her bicep under the black t-shirt. His soft feminine hand couldn’t encircle her thick arm and the contrast underlined just how strong she was compared to him.

They walked out into the neighborhood, Allie’s stride was powerful and Alex had to almost run to keep up with her. The sun was setting and the air was warm. He was worried that they would run into someone he knew but they were on their own and, from afar, they just looked like two lovers, a tall, powerful masculine figure and her smaller, weaker girl. Alex felt all of this as they walked: the humiliation was intense but he didn’t dare disobey.

Allie said, “You know why I’m here. We’re going to get to know one another, Alice.”

“Yes, Ms. Allie.”

“Your sister tells me that you’re into role playing games and that you fantasize about tall muscular women.”

He blushed before answering, ‘Yes, Ms. Allie.”

“That’s good. Don’t feel ashamed. You’re very lucky having a sister like Charlie who can shape you and protect you in this way. It’s unusual that a younger sister would conquer her older brother so easily. I thought you might’ve put up more of a fight but,” and she paused, to look down at Alex, “I think you actually like it.”

He was silent – her words were humiliating but also, true. He was fighting this enforced femininity but also there was a part of him, no small part, that knew it was right.

She continued, “There’s a growing number of boys like you in the world. Boys who know they can’t lead, can’t take control, and need a woman to make their decisions for them. And lucky for you, there’s a growing number of women like me. Boys like you sense that you’ve lost power in relation to us: you see how tall girls like me are getting, the muscles we’re are building, the power we’re taking in society, and your psyche and sexuality have grown around that. You’re like how girls used to be – sensing that the other gender is stronger and more powerful and you’re adapting. Becoming good girls for powerful women. The shame you feel is just your inner boy self trying to survive. We have to silence that voice.”

He was silent but felt equal parts turned on and humiliated by her words.

“Your sister once looked up to you, you were once her idol, but she sensed something weak in you and when she pressed her advantage, when she challenged your leadership, you folded so easily. She took control and didn’t just insist on being stronger, she insisted that you give her your masculinity. She took that away and made you into the small, weak girl that you thought she was.” She paused and then said forcefully, “She’s your master.”

His heart was racing with feelings of lust and shame. Standing outside, having his situation put so plainly, he felt his cock hardening at her images.

“Just think of where we’ll be in 20 years or 50. When girls like you are married off to women like me. When boys are discouraged to go to the gym but are encouraged to wear makeup and thong panties and suck their girlfriend’s clits every night? Imagine when an operation to give a boy like you breasts or a vagina is no big deal. Imagine when you can take a pill to grow breasts and breastfeed and I can take a pill to get stronger and taller.” His heart was pounding… was she getting turned on by this too?

She paused before continuing, “That world is just around the corner, Alice.”

They walked in silence for a minute before Allie spoke to him. “How do you feel Alice? Hearing all that? Walking with me? Being outdoors in your female attire?”

He looked up at her, “Weak. And small. And... and... wrong.”

Her smile grew broader, “Good. That’s just how you should feel. You are weak, and small. You need someone to take care of you, to protect you."

Alex felt his throat tighten. “Okay,” he managed to croak out.

“But it’s not wrong, it’s right.” She continued, “It’s right for you to feel like a good little girl. That’s what you are. A man would have fought his sister, would have at least fought back. You didn’t fight back, you crawled on her lap, basically asked her to spank you and called her daddy. Are you a man, then, Alice?”

He was silent. Sex. Shame. Fear.

"Little girls need someone more powerful to protect them. So I'll be your protector and you can be the little girl. OK, Alice?"

Alice didn’t reply so Allie repeated herself, “I said, OK, Alice?”

Alice said, “I… I … OK.”

Allie stopped and turned to Alice, crossing her arms over her chest. She was bigger than him and so intimidating.

“If you aren’t going to follow my lead and do as I say, then I’ll tell everyone about you dressing as a girl. Your family, all your friends, the kids at school. Do you want that?”

“No, no.”

“Then you’ll be a good girl?”

“Yes, Ms. Allie. I promise.”

She smiled. “OK, then I want you to begin by calling me by my new name. Sir. Ask me if you can hold onto my strong arm again.”

He relented, once again, “Please, sir, may I hold onto your strong arm?”

“Yes, sweetie go ahead.”

In total debasement and humiliation he wrapped his hand around her thick arm and could feel her power and his weakness as they walked together. Despite all his intents, he was also incredibly turned on by the experience and felt his nipples hardening and his penis hard in his panties.

"That's more like it," she said, as she flexed her arm slightly, tightening, tightening it around his weak hand.

“You see, some people aren’t made for the genders that society gives them. I was born a girl, but I always knew I wasn’t a girl inside. I didn’t feel weak: I was big, strong, and I wanted other people to recognize my strength and power. I felt like a man.” She paused before continuing, “You were born with a penis, so you thought you were a man, but you’re actually a girl. Your younger sister overpowered you, dominated you and your friends, and you all call her daddy. Now you are calling me sir. So you’re really just a weak little girl. Aren’t you, Alice?”

“Yes, sir.” He said quietly and in his girlish voice. He felt intense humiliation at this conversation but he also felt his resistance melting – it felt strangely right.

“Charlie told me that she fucked the girl that you liked. Is that right?”

“Y--- yes, sir.”

“What was her name?”

“Charlene… sir.”

“And did you do anything about it?”

He was silent.

“Did you storm into the room and claim Charlene as your own? Fight off your sister?”

“No…”

“Did you at least try? Did you try to assert your possession over Charlene?”

He was silent.

“What did you do?”

“No… Nothing sir.”

“I don’t think that’s true. You didn’t do nothing. What did you do, Alice? Be honest, or you’ll be in serious trouble.”

His eyes watered… to be forced to say it aloud was a new level of abjection. “I… I watched.”

“You watched?”

“Yes… I watched … and … I masturbated.”

“You masturbated?”

“Y…yes sir.” He was on the verge of tears.

“You cowered in the corner and watched while your younger sister fucked, like a man, the girl you’d wanted for years? And it turned you on?”

“Y…yes sir.”

Allie looked down at him with a look of pity and amusement. His legs were quaking, he was so intimidated and embarrassed and being forced to confess what he had done.

“What would a man have done?”

“I… I don’t understand.”

“If a man were in that house… what would he have done?”

“I…”

The question lingered before Allie spoke. She stroked his cheek gently.

“You can’t even say it, can you, pussy?”

“If a man were in the house and a younger woman tried to take the girl he liked, he would have fought, he would have conquered his competitor, and taken his prize.”

He was silent.

“But you didn’t do that, did you pussy?”

He looked at the ground. He was going to cry. “No…”

“No. That’s what Charlie did. Charlie was the man. You hid in the corner and masturbated as you watch the alpha claim his prize.”

A tear rolled down his cheek at the deep humiliation. He also felt… aroused.

Allie continued, “Who did you want to be?”

He was confused. “I don’t…understand.”

“When you watched them. Did you want to be Charlie, with her muscles, her strength, her confidence?” She paused, “or did you want to be Charlene, weak, yielding, squirming underneath, and taking all of Charlie inside you?”

He was silent, his heart racing, his cock thick in his panties.

“Did you wish it was you taking Charlie’s cock, calling her Daddy, and being her girl?”

His mind was scrambled… how did she know all of this?

“I… I…”

“It’s ok sweetie. You just have to admit it. Did you want to be the man, fucking, or the girl getting fucked.”

“I’m not… I don’t…”

“It’s obvious, sweetie. Just say it.”

Another tear rolled down his cheek, “The girl.”

“Good girl. That’s right… You are that girl. We all see it. You’ve just taken an important first step in admitting it.”

She wiped the tear from his cheek and said, “It’s better this way, that we’re honest about who you are.” She turned on her heel and snapped at him, indicating that he follow her.

“For me, I always felt this way… that I needed to be the man, stronger, more powerful. My parents never liked it but they promised that when I turned 18, I could live how I wanted.”

“Did they keep their promise, sir?”

“They did. They said, I can do what I want. That was last month.” Allie replied.

Alice was stunned and immediately shook out of his daze of humiliation and arousal – this large, powerful woman with a deep voice and thick arms – who had commanded him to call her “sir” – was just barely 18 years old!?! He turned and looked up at her. “You’re not … how old are you?”

“I just turned 18,” she said.

His eyed widened – she was 2 years younger than him? He thought this woman was… a force, a dominant, older woman but she was, barely an adult?!? He pulled away.

“I… I can’t… This is crazy…” and he started to walk away at a pace. This was an insane situation and he needed to get away from her.

He got about 30’ away, near a park bench before she seized on him, pulling him with powerful hands onto her lap, face down.

Before he knew what was happening, Allie had him draped over her lap, had hiked up his skirt, and was spanking his ass with intense power. Each spank was firm and powerful as her strong hands slapped against his soft flesh. She was so strong, his ass was red and in no time he was crying on her lap.

“You do not walk away from me!” she said firmly as she slapped his ass.

It all happened so quickly that he had no time to react before he was kicking his legs and crying from the pain. She had grabbed his arm, pulled him across her lap, turned his skirt up and was slapping his ass firmly. The humiliation was so intense and his ass burned with the sensation of being spanked in public. Who would see? What was happening? He couldn’t think clearly but, instead, shouted in pain, and through a veil of tears cried, “I’m sorry sir! I’m sorry sir!” He felt her strong hand bending his arm behind his back while the other arm came down furiously on his ass.

Finally, she stopped and held him there, prone, supine, on his stomach, his ass burning and tears rolling down his face. Eventually she let go and he got to his feet: she looked at him like an angry predator. His legs wobbled in terror and his face was marked with tears.

Allie looked at him firmly and said, “Do not walk away from me. That is lesson number one. When I speak, you listen. Do you understand?”

He nodded silently.

“Good girl. Now, yes, I am younger than you by some years, but I am your superior. If you ever doubt that, just tell me and I’ll spank you again until you cry and until you’ve learned your lesson. Do you understand?”

He nodded again.

“I want to hear you apologize.”

He paused before doing so, “I’m sorry sir. I’ll be a good girl.”

She looked at him with an expression of disapproval. “Tell me that you accept my control. That you are older, but you are weaker and therefore accept my superiority.”

He did as she asked, feeling a deep feeling of shame.

She smiled at him and his heart leapt at the feeling of being out of trouble. He felt a sense of humiliation at subjecting himself to this girl’s wrath so easily, at groveling for her forgiveness, at calling her sir, but he also knew that this was part of who he was – he craved the humiliation and subjugation.

She stood up in front of him, reminding him once again of the size difference between them. He was amazed that this girl could have such strong arms and a powerful presence. With her size, her strength, and her deep voice, he’d thought she was far older than him… She exhibited such mastery that he felt compelled to submit to her will…

She raised one of her arms in front of him and he wrapped a delicate hand around it as he knew she expected.

After he had wiped the tears off his cheek, they continued walking. Allie told her story, “I always rejected anything feminine that my parents tried to get me to do and I never felt like a girl. I was always taller than the other girls and most of the boys. I was stronger too. At first I felt like a freak, but now I know, it’s just that I’ve got high testosterone, I’m more mannish than I am girlish. Just like you’re more girlish than you are mannish.”

“Yes, sir” he replied.

Alex felt a strange mix of admiration and fear. He had always felt like he didn’t fit in either – too sensitive for the boys, not quite right for the girls – but he had never found a place where he could be himself. And now, with his sister and this new person in his life, he was being forced into a role that seemed to fit him perfectly: a submissive, weak little girl.

“It’s okay to be a girl, Alice. It’s okay to like make-up, and skirts, and thinking about boys. I want you to think of me when you think of someone with power, look up to me. When I tell you something, you should think, ‘Sir knows best.’ Will you do that Alice?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want to you remember that I’m actually younger than you, but I’m bigger, stronger, taller, smarter, and telling you what to do. Nature has decided for us, Alice: nature has decided that you’re going to be my little girl. And that’s OK… it’s okay to be weak and small and need someone to take care of you. It’s okay to have a penis and still be a girl inside. You’re not a man, you’re a girl. And I’m going to help you be the best little girl you can be." She said as they approached the house.

He looked up at her, feeling a strange sense of comfort and belonging that he had never felt before. Sir was right… she needed sir and should listen to him.

“You’re so small and weak, like a flower, and you need Charlie and I to take care of you. Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Allie bent down to look him in the eyes, "I know it's hard, but you're going to get used to it, Alice. And you're going to like it, too. You're going to like being a pretty little girl who needs a strong protector like Charlie or me."

Alex felt his heart flutter in his chest, his eyes searched hers for reassurance. She smiled down at him, a knowing smile that seemed to understand the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

He felt drawn to this powerful young woman. He wanted to surrender to her, to open himself to her. An image flashed in his mind, of Charlie and Charlene, he wanted that…

When they returned home, Charlie wasn’t there and Allie instructed Alex to go upstairs and change into something even girlier. “You decide. Ask yourself: what will make sir happy?”

Upstairs, in the safety of his room, Alex hesitantly began to undress. His reflection in the mirror was that of a boy in a skirt, a blush of humiliation still staining his cheeks. He touched the pink fabric of the dress with curiosity. The wig felt foreign on his head, but as he looked in the mirror, he saw the beginnings of a transformation. The blonde hair fell around his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made his features seem softer, more delicate.

He decided to follow her words and stepped out of his clothes, put on a pink bra, pink panties, and a semi-translucent short, pink dress. His chest filled out the pink bra ever so slightly but he stuffed tissues into the cups and pushed up the soft flesh to give some sense of cleavage. He applied pink lipstick to his mouth and a little bit of glitter around his eyes before he headed downstairs where Allie was waiting for him. His steps were small and cautious, each one a silent confession of his new identity.

Allie's eyes lit up when she saw him. "You look beautiful, Alice," she said, her voice deep and warm. She had turned on music in his absence. She stepped towards him, extending a hand. "You look innocent but also, a little slutty.” She pulled him into an embrace, “You got it exactly right. Come here."

Alex felt his face turn a deeper shade of red as he took her hand and she began to rock with him in her embrace. She led him into a slow dance, her much larger frame enveloping his. Her strong arms held him firmly, guiding him through the movements with a confidence that was both terrifying and exhilarating. As they swayed, he couldn't help but feel the power dynamics shift even further in her favor. The dress swirled around his legs as he moved with her, the fabric brushing against his skin in a way that felt both strange and oddly comforting.

Her hand was on his waist, guiding him through the dance, and he could feel the strength in her fingers as they gently held him in place. He looked up at her, her tall frame towering over him, her strong arms encircling his body, and realized that she was taking on the role of the masculine protector. It was a role reversal that seemed so natural and yet so alien to him.

As they danced, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Remember, Alice, you're a girl now. You're small and delicate, and you need a strong, dominant figure in your life. And I'm going to be that for you."

“Yes, sir,” he said and he wrapped his arms around her neck and looked up into her eyes. She looked down at him, “What do you think a good girl should do to make her man happy?” Her words sent a shiver down his spine. He knew she wasn't just playing a role; she meant it. And as much as the thought of being under her control scared him, it also made him feel safe in a way he had never experienced before.

He understood her instructions, and he pressed his crotch against hers and began to gyrate. Soon he turned around and leaned his small, lithe body into her larger frame and ground his ass into her crotch. He heard her whisper, “Mmmm… you’re such a slut.”

Allie's strong hands grabbed Alex's ass firmly, pulling him into her embrace. The fabric of her shorts was rough against his skin, a stark contrast to the softness of his own skirt. He felt himself stiffen in his panties, his body responding to the sudden intimacy of the gesture despite his mind's protests.

She turned him around and brought a hand up to one of his breasts and massaged it in the dress, “Do you like me to touch your tits, Alice?”

“Yes, sir,”

She stuck one of her thick legs between his and she pulled him in so that his feet were off the ground. He was riding her leg like a small, weak girl. The dance was no longer just a dance; it had become a declaration of her dominance over him. His heart raced as she whispered into his ear, "Get used to this Alice. This is just the beginning…”