A 17-year-old transsexual is tormented by her sisters and their friends, until one day they finally go too far.

My name is Amber and this is another story of the worst two months of my life. I was seventeen, and had been transitioning to female for two years when my mom suddenly decided that if I really wanted to be a girl, I could prove it by not complaining when I got hit in the balls. My little sisters took advantage of this and starting torturing my balls as often as possible, using it to control me and just to pick on me. With my mom threatening to take me off my hormones, I had to put up with it for two months until I turned 18 and could get my own meds.

My two sisters are Erin, then age 16, who had a grudge against me for years, and Karly, who was fourteen, and seemed to think of it as just a fun game. This story takes place five days before I turned eighteen, it's my last story, and it's the story of the most humiliating day of my life.

I was just getting home after spending the day downtown, where there were always enough people that I could hide from my sisters. It cost me a lot of money to take the bus back and forth every day, but I was that afraid of my sisters at that point. Just beating my balls had lost some of its novelty, and now they mostly just threatened me with it to make me do chores and favors for them. It was great to let my swollen balls heal up a bit, but if anything I hated being turned into their slave even more than just getting kicked around every day. So I made sure to get out of the house every day, and with the swelling and soreness in my pants going down, I'd started wearing decent looking clothes again instead of having to go out every day in baggy pants. That day I was wearing a cute pleated skirt over soft pink panties, and a red halter top.

Anyway, I arrived back at my house and quietly opened the door, sure that they would be waiting to ambush me. Nothing. The living room was completely peaceful. Then I heard some giggles from down the hall and I figured out why, Karly had her friends over. All three of them were little brats and Erin found them even more annoying than I did, so she must be out of the house. Lucky! If I could just sneak to my room, I could hide out at least until mom came home, and then my sisters couldn't do anything real bad to me.

Only problem was, Karly's bedroom door was wide open and in between me and my room. If she saw me, she was such a little bitch that she'd just have to order me around, to show off to her friends. I'd have to wait until she was distracted and sneak by. I got close to the door and listened in... Like all fourteen-year-old girls, they were talking about boys. After a minute or so, one of them asked what penises were like, and Karly started this long, rambling explanation. Yeah, like she really knew what she was talking about. Still, this was my chance.

I tried to calm down and walked casually past the door. I didn't want to jinx it by looking inside. Karly just kept talking, and I made it to the other side... Just when I thought I was home free, I heard her shout "Amber! Get over here!"

I knew it was an awful idea, but I really didn't want her pissed. I leaned back into the doorway. "Yeah?" "Come in here really fast." This was getting bad, but I walked into the room, trying to act casual.

Karly and her friends were sitting on her bed, and had obviously been dressing each other up for no real reason. Emma was on the right wearing a striped t-shirt, red shorts and knee-length stripey toe socks. I had to admit, it went with her curly red hair. Stephanie was on the left in a yellow sun dress and long white socks, her hair pulled back in a long braid. In the middle, Karly was sitting there with her legs crossed trying to look mature. She had a black sweater on over a denim miniskirt and black stockings complete with garters. Where she got them, I don't know. She was wearing elbow-length black gloves, and had on a lot of makeup and her long blond hair was parted to make her look like an office worker. All three of them were staring at me like they knew something I didn't, and I instantly got a bad feeling.

"Emma and Steph have never seen a penis up close before," Karly said with a smug grin. "Show them yours." The other two instantly burst into giggles.

"Oh hell no," I said and crossed my arms. It was embarrassing enough having my sisters see me naked, especially when I hated my body. This was way too much.

"Too bad," Karly said, "I wasn't asking. Either you strip down or Erin and I will kick you in the nuts and do it for you." She pointed over my shoulder and I glanced back; Erin was leaning against the wall behind me with an evil look on her face. Shit, they had me surrounded... There was no way out of this.

"C'mon!" "We wanna see!" Steph and Emma were leaning forward eagerly. My mind was working, trying to think of a way out of this. "You don't do it by three and Erin kicks you right between the legs," Karly said. She didn't sound angry, she just sounded like this was all a game to her. She started counting and I just stood still... But when she got to three and started signaling Erin, I gave up. "Fine!" I shouted, blushing.

Reaching up underneath my pleated skirt, I grabbed the sides of my panties and slowly pulled them down. They hung around my knees and I lifted my skirt self-consciously, reluctantly exposing myself.

"Oh wow, is that all?" Steph said and I glared at her. Emma added, "It's tiny!" I wanted to die at that point.

"Most boys are a lot bigger," Karly told them matter-of-fact-ly. "Amber's just small 'cause she's a tranny." I gave here a death glare, but she just grinned back.

"All right, I'm leaving," I declared and started lowering me skirt. "Wait!" Karly shouted and I paused. "We're not done yet. Get over here and let them touch it."

"No!" There was no fucking way I would let myself be felt up by a bunch of giggling 14-year-olds. Then suddenly there was a hand wrapped around my testicles... Erin was reaching in between my legs and grabbing them from behind. "Do what she says, bitch," she hissed in my ear and gave my balls a squeeze. I groaned and nodded, not wanting more torture. She let go and I forced myself to walk closer until my cock and balls were within reach. Karly motioned me closer, so I shuffled in until my cock and balls were practically right in their faces.

Emma and Steph reached out and started groping me with no modesty whatsoever. I shut my eyes and tried to put it out of my mind as they pulled and squeezed my limp penis. 'Hey, it's not all bad,' I thought to myself. 'At least my body is full of so much estrogen there's no way I'll accidently get an erection... That would be a nightmare.' Suddenly there was a dull ache in my testicles that pulled me back to reality.

The girls were already bored of my dick and were now cupping my ball sack. Even though I had healed a lot, my balls were still large, about twice as big as normal, and very red. "Why are these so big?" Steph asked, and Karly gave me a grin that was a sure sign things were about to go from bad to worse.

"That's 'cause Erin and I play with 'em all the time," she said, and before her friends could ask, she said "Watch this." and gave my nuts a quick slap from below. Instantly pain shot through my body, and I had to fight the urge to curl up. I gritted my teeth and let out a gasp of pain. My eyes were shut, but I could hear Emma clearly.

"Oh wow! It hurts that much?" She leaned in closer. "I've never seen a boy get hit in the nuts."

"Oh yeah, it hurts bad," Karly bragged. "Especially when you squeeze 'em. Go on, give it a try." Alarm bells were ringing inside my head, but I was too slow from the previous stunning blow, and I felt their small hands wrap around my vulnerable balls. The pain started slow, but then they readjusted their grips, Emma grabbing my right nut and Steph my left. I saw their arms tense up with effort, and then my mind went blank as the agony made its way to my brain. My testicles had nowhere to go and were quickly being flattened in the grips of girls who had barely started high school.

I tried to reach my hands down to pry their hands off, even knowing that would make the pain worse, but Erin grabbed me by the arms and held them behind my back. My knees started buckling, but she wouldn't let me fall to the ground. I couldn't breathe and my face must have been turning as bright purple as my poor balls. To add insult to injury, Karly pinched my cock in between her fingernails and tugged it upwards, making me thrust my hips forward to try and alleviate the pain.

Seeing what Karly was doing with her nails, that little bitch Steph adjusted her grip again, this time digging the tips of her fingers into my huge, aching ball. I let out a squeal as her sharp nails dug into the vulnerable skin, and I fell to my knees. The three smaller girls kept up their cruel assault on my privates for what felt like another hour before Karly finally said "Okay, stop!"

Suddenly all the hands left me alone, and I sat there trying to regain my breath as my bruised genitals drooped in defeat. Oh, the agony... I needed a while just to start breathing regularly again, but I wouldn't get it. Instantly Karly's foot in its black stocking shot up into my balls, ramming them up into my body. I let out a sick groan and froze up, and the other two took this chance to swing their feet up into my crotch, slamming my nuts again and again. It was a strange feeling, having their smooth little feet, wrapped in soft, spongy socks, cause my balls so much agony. I crumpled up more with each blow, then finally fell over with tears streaming down my face. Erin let my hands go and they cradled my abused testicles, as I rolled onto my stomach with my legs underneath me. I could hear all the girls laughing, and talking about how they could feel my balls flatten underneath their socked feet, while I lay there on the floor in pain. I was on the verge of throwing up, but with the last of my strength I swallowed it, knowing that if I made a mess on the carpet I'd be in plenty more trouble.

I think I blacked out for a bit, but when I came to I was still laying there on the floor. The three of them were still on the bed giggling about crushing my nuts, but at least Erin seemed to be gone. My balls were massive now, bigger than a softball all together, and I had trouble holding them in my hands. None of them had even thought about helping me, had they?

"Man, I loved feeling his nuts under my feet," Emma was saying, and I couldn't even manage to be offended by her using the wrong pronouns. She was practically gushing about kicking me in the crotch, which was weird because until then I had thought of her as the most sweet and innocent of the three. She looked maybe 11 or 12 and cute as a button, with frizzy orange hair. I guess Karly didn't look like an evil little brat either, though, so looks could be deceiving.

Realizing I probably had enough strength to move now, I wondered if this could be my chance to get to my room and rest. They didn't seem to notice I was recovering, and if I could jump to my feet quickly enough, I could be down the hall before they even got off the bed. I'd have to be quick though. I slowly let go of my swollen balls to get my hands free, and felt them swing down between my thighs. In retrospect, since the three of them were behind me, there was no way they could miss my huge purple ball sack falling into plain view. But thinking I still had the element of surprise, I put my hands on the floor and got ready to jump up.

Right as I started lifting my body up, I heard bedsprings squeaking behind me as Emma jumped off the bed. It was too late though, my chest was already up and I was climbing up to hands and knees. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as I suddenly felt Emma's foot on top of my balls, shoving them down right as the rest of my body was going up. I could feel everything as her toes in the soft toe socks pinned my nuts to the rough, scratchy carpet, but it was too late to stop. I tried to jump up, almost yanking my own balls off. The skin of the sack stretched out almost to the breaking point as I tried to lift my ass, and I screamed and fell back down to the floor.

Emma's soft feet ground my poor nuts into the carpet, and I could feel the skin becoming raw. It was agony. I thought it couldn't possibly hurt any worse, but this was incredible. I was completely out of control, squealing like some kind of injured animal and thrashing around, but she had my balls pinned in place. The other two girls stood beside Emma and they took turns stomping on my massive purple sack. I thought my balls might have popped, because they were squishier than they should be, almost flattening with every stomp.

Then everything went quiet. No more kicks to my poor nuts. I was splayed out across the floor making sounds I've never heard a human being make before, and balls were huge, the sack stretched out so that they hung way lower than I had ever thought possible. I thought it was all over, but I couldn't move a muscle. That's when I heard Emma shout "Here I go!" She was standing between my legs and getting ready to jump.

I watched her fly through the air with her feet stretched out beneath her, and all I had to do was move a few inches and avoid what I knew was coming. But I was frozen in place, both from exhaustion and fear. I saw her feet flexing in her stripey toe socks as they dropped closer, closer, closer to the giant mushy purple thing I could barely recognize as my testicles. Then she landed, and my entire body was on fire with pain. I think my balls would have exploded right then and there if she had been right on; at first it looked like they would, as her full weight landed on my sack, and my nuts flattened until they looked like pancakes. Then her left foot slipped down to the floor, and even though she lifted it back up and planted it firmly on my left nut, it wasn't quite enough to burst.

Every little movement she made caused new agony, and I could do nothing but scream through my hoarse throat. She shifted her weight, flexed her toes, even managed to dig her toenails deep into my soft, meaty balls. Karly and Steph just started with their mouths open as she flattened my nuts more and more. Finally she dismounted, the force of pushing herself off my nuts serving as one last crushing pain, and they all stared as I lay there with my ball sack huge and flattened on the bedroom floor. Just in time, too, as I could feel my lunch coming up fast.

"Dude, I think you killed her..." Steph said quietly. Karly knew better, though. "Nah, I think she's gonna throw up though. Grab her arm, Steph, we gotta get her across the hall to the toilet."

The two of them lifted my front half off the ground, and Karly told Emma to try and get my legs, but she didn't move. "Don't just stand there staring at my sister's nuts!" Karly shouted, but Emma must have been dazed, so they sighed and just dragged me by the arms. This meant the lower half of my body, including my cock and especially my balls, got a rug burn from getting dragged along the carpet. I just gasped and tried not to throw up as they tugged me across the hall. I barely made it before puking my guts out into the toilet bowl as they held my head up.

After I threw up for about half an hour, all of us heard the worst possible sound: My mom opening the front door. The three of them panicked and scattered, and I barely managed to fall onto the floor rather than into the toilet bowl. This led to two of the most humiliating things I've ever been through.

First of all, my mom found me on the bathroom floor, covered in puke and with my massive purple ball sack hanging out of my skirt. She just stared for two minutes straight, and the look on her face is burnt into my mind forever. "Karly did it..." I managed to mumble, hoping to at least hear my sister get punished, but my mom wasn't going to leave me. She got a big bag of ice and pushed it down onto my balls, which hurt like hell. Then picked me up and drove me to the hospital.

I tried my best to hide my swollen sack, but it was just too big. In the emergency room I could see people pointing and staring at me, luckily I didn't know any of them. I could just sit there and try to pull my skirt down further, wondering if they could even recognize what was between my legs. Finally I got taken back and placed in a bed, and a doctor and three nurses all closely examined my swollen balls. I wanted to die so bad right then, but I couldn't do anything, I just sat there hearing them talk about the damage until I passed out from exhaustion and from the drugs they gave me.

Apparently I woke up a few times after that, but the next thing I actually remember was after the operation. See, my balls were so damaged that they probably wouldn't ever function properly. The doctor had a long talk with my mom about how I would never be able to have children, and since I was transgendered anyway, there was no reason to keep my balls. Finally my mom realized I would never be a normal boy, and between a 'damaged' son and a more or less functional daughter, she finally gave in and accepted me as a girl. When I woke up, I was a eunuch, and when my mom talked to me she told me that I would get a sex change operation as soon as possible. I'd been in the hospital for two weeks, so the operation would be a late eighteenth birthday present. I was told if I lived completely as a girl for my senior year of high school, I could get the operation before I went to college.

I still have no idea what punishment my sisters got, but they avoided me like the plague after that. When I did see them, they glared at me silently. I missed the first few weeks of school when it started back up, and there were all kinds of rumors about why I'd been gone, but I just ignored them. After the hell I survived, another year as a social outcast was nothing. Besides, I was well on my way to becoming a girl in every way.