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Subject: TG: The Adventures of Ronnie Hammer by ronnie, herself... (1/3)

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Hi.

Ronnie had stolen the outfit of one of the cheerleaders, that was

his mistake. He'd better didn't do that. So his favor for girls

clothes got known to her.

As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If

you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then

welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao

Nostrumo

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

The Adventures Of Ronnie

Hammer

by ronnie, herself...

When I was 17, fresh out of high school, with the whole summer

ahead of me before classes started at college, I really didn't

know where to go; my parents were traveling west for 2 months,

and it seemed weird around my house. You see, my two older

sisters were married off within a year of each other, and that

left me, the "baby", all alone for practically the entire

summer. Well, I decided to enter school early to get a head

start on some credit hours. Most people weren't at school over

the summer, so I was offered a double dorm room for myself at

the single rate, and immediately accepted, knowing full well

that my collection of girl's & women's clothing that I'd been

so discrete with at home would be free to enjoy in my own

private room, and would thus grow in size, as I acquired new

items.

I had been dressing in one capacity or another since 5th grade;

I was caught on occasion with my mother's or my sisters panties

hidden in my drawers (*wink*). Mom wanted to send me to see a

psychiatrist to straighten out my "problem", but I had her

convinced that I no longer dressed by the time I was 16.

Little did my family know that I had amassed a small collection

of panties & slips in the crawl space under our house, items

which belonged to my mother and my sisters which I cherished

dearly.

As I unpacked the suitcases in my new found privacy, I

carefully folded each pair of panties and placed them neatly in

the top drawer of my dresser. my collection contained nearly a

dozen pairs, all belonging to family members. Also in my

collection was a sweater and a very short skirt which belonged

to Cindy. Cindy was captain of the cheerleading squad at my

high school, and a year older than myself. Folding up the

short red wool skirt with black & white pleats (my school

colors) the warmth in my groin grew as I thought of the days in

high school as a junior, playing trombone in the marching band.

I looked forward to each Saturday in the fall as the band would

march from the gymnasium to the stadium, preceded by the

cheerleaders. As a trombonist, I was in the first row, right

behind Cindy. I could barely play the notes as I was

constantly thinking of how I could achieve a better look of

Cindy's fleshy, round, but firm thighs under that skirt. Just

as much, I had to have that skirt. I had vivid fantasies of

being part of Cindy's squad, as a "cheerleader in training".

Cindy was semi-buxom, with a large round bottom that flared

from her waist like a lovely black widow's abdomen, and nicely

shaped breasts which stood up like two lovely friends standing

at attention and pressing tightly in her cheerleading sweater.

Along with her vivacious, flirty personality, Cindy was easy to

imagine as a dominant figure in my fantasies, teaching me the

fine art of femininity, even though she was but 5 foot 4.

Cindy's best friend was named Buffy. Buffy was on the squad,

too, but no one knew how she got there: Buffy, too, was about

5' 4'', but she had to weigh about 170 lbs, whereas Cindy was

about a pleasantly buxom 140. Everyone made fun of Buffy, and

rumors flew about Buffy having to literally kiss Cindy's ass to

get on the squad. You know how those rumors fly...

Anyway, I knew Cindy was graduating my senior year and going to

college, and I had to have something to remember her by -- I

HAD to have that cheerleading outfit!

I carefully swiped the darling sweater and wool skirt after a

pep rally one evening in the band's storage room with no one

looking.

A scandal ensued about the missing outfit, but it was soon

replaced with a brand new one.

Cindy was very angry - I remember her anger, and I felt sorry

for her. I wanted to tell Her that I just wanted to wear it

once and then return it, but of course that was not possible;

it was now my outfit. i realized through her anger also, that

she is a very dominant girl who gets VERY upset when things

aren't going her way.

Anyway, this became my favorite item of clothing, and I wore it

whenever I had a chance, even staying home "sick" from school

during my senior year to have a dressing fest, complete with

rented videotapes of she-males being dominated by mistresses.

I would get up on my bed in my mothers pink satin briefs and

Cindy's outfit and jump off in front of the mirror, just to see

my skirt blow up, revealing the feminizing panties covering my

naughty male anatomy. I would even practice cheers in front of

the mirror, wishing someone was around to coach me... Even

though I am 5'11'', and 180 lbs, the outfit seemed to fit just

fine when I had occasion to try it on.

"Those days are over," I thought to myself as I neatly tucked

the cheerleading outfit away. No longer would I have to hide

my clothing and play sick from school to enjoy my femininity.

I felt free. Only one pair of mens underwear accompanied me to

college (to wear on trips home, where I had other mens

underwear). The rest of my undergarments were from my

collection, and I left that one mens pair in a suitcase in the

dorm's locked storage room which I could only access on

Mondays. Today was Tuesday. I quivered as I chose my favorite

pair of pink satin briefs with white lace trim around the legs,

to wear under my jeans, then proceeded to head for dinner

downstairs in the dorm cafeteria. It was a hot June day, and

moving into my new room had worn me out. I was about to

experience my first taste of dorm food ... baked scrod or

chipped beef ... your choice... I chose the fish and shimmied

into my chair at the cafeteria table, feeling the friction of

the pink satin against my pantied ass.

By incredible coincidence, Cindy walked in. I hadn't seen her

in over a year, and I didn't even know we were going to the

same college! Would she even remember me? We sat near each

other in orchestra (she's a trumpeter), and were at the same

parties, but only knew each other colloquially. I couldn't

help from staring. Her skin was the same beautiful smooth

peachy color. Her long, flowing, brown hair was now in the

softest of curls with a pink satin bow which matched her pink

sweatshirt and pink sweatpants. Her brown eyes had just enough

mascara, eye liner, and shadow to give her a somewhat girlish,

but somewhat flirtatious look. I wanted to stop staring, but I

couldn't. Those hips flared from her waist and filled the back

of her sweatpants so beautifully...

I was alone at my table, as school didn't start for another

week, and besides, most people weren't at college over the

summer. Then She came out from the serving line behind me and

tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

"Aren't you ronnie hammer, from the band?"

I jumped around, as I was so engrossed in fantasy, that I

didn't realize She was coming up behind me. "Yes," I

stammered, and asked if She'd like to sit with me.

"Well, I always sit with Buffy, but you can join us if you'd

like."

There was Buffy, across the room. I didn't notice her when i

came in. She had chosen both fish AND chipped beef. She

redefined the freshman 5 into the freshman 15 ... she had been

a growing Girl. I sat next to her anyway, so I could sit

across from Cindy's brown eyes and her two pert friends...

As the conversation went on, I learned that the Girls did not

live in my dorm, but in an apartment across the street. They

both had dinner contracts at my dorm because they didn't enjoy

cooking, even though they had a kitchenette. They joked about

hiring a maid for the summer to cook for them and clean up

after their parties. Boy, were they playing mind games on me

without even realizing it! I would die to be Cindy's

housemaid, cooking her meals, washing her delicate clothing...

I think Buffy might have been paying extra for Her meal

contract; Her thighs were quite muscular, though, I noticed.

She was not flabby, but firm, as I saw looking down next to me

at Her thighs below Her white pleated circle/mini skirt. Her

hair was blond, and Her eyes were the lightest of blues. The

white t-shirt She wore clung tightly against Her large,

breasts, and the outline of lace on a pink bra could be made

out at such close range. Buffy looked very feminine in a funny

sort of way, with a liberal application of blusher and mascara.

The conversation had ceased momentarily, so without even

thinking, I said, "You look very nice today, Buffy." And She

did, too. There was something very attractive about Her.

Buffy stopped eating long enough to thank me for being kind,

and She said, "Well, BOTH of you look great today." "I did

Cindy's hair today, ronnie, what do you think of it?"

"You have gorgeous hair Cindy, and You did a great job, Buffy!"

I said, and noticed Buffy winking Cindy's way out of the corner

of my eye. I couldn't believe the girl whose skirt I was

wearing only days ago was sitting across the table from me.

Dinner ended all too soon, and Cindy and Buffy got up. I

followed suit, and bumped Buffy's tray, sending a fork

careening across the floor. Buffy chased it, and as she did in

her floppy miniskirt, bent over, I could make out the outline

of some pretty pink panties ... probably to match her bra ...

What if She saw my panties? ... What would She think?.... I

wondered...

"ronnie, would you be a dear, and help us carry some things

back to our apartment?" Cindy coyly asked, and of course I

agreed. Buffy had a big brown box next to Her, addressed to

Her, and I figured that was what I was going to carry. After

our trays were deposited, Buffy picked up the box. I said I

should be carrying that, but She said it was something

important and She'd rather be carrying it. I soon realized,

walking with the two Girls, that we were headed for the dorm's

laundry room, where Cindy & Buffy were doing their weekly

laundry.

"I had to pick up this box at the post office. Could you carry

my laundry up to our place for me?" Buffy asked. I said I

would and watched the two Girls load Their baskets from the

dryers. I've always wanted to candidly view Cindy's clothing

collection, and here I was: watching Her gingerly remove Her

delicate clothing from the dorm dryer. Cindy pulled out a pair

of black satin bikinis out, held them out and giggled, "do you

remember THESE, Buffy?" They both looked at me and turned away,

giggling. After They filled their baskets, Buffy handed me

hers, which included some of the most exquisite lingerie i've

ever laid eyes upon, let alone my hands. The clothing had the

lightest scent of perfumed fabric softener, wafting through my

sinuses, and causing my once flaccid cock to harden within its

satin confines. The sight of Buffy's garter belt in the basket

made the butterflies in my stomach flutter, and seeing her

brightest yellow panties laying on top made my vision blur.

Buffy asked, "Wait! Where's our outfits?" Cindy reached in the

dryer, placed two cheerleader's outfits, just like mine, into

the basket I was holding and said, "We still practice our

cheers, now and then, ronnie." And then She winked at me.

Cindy winked at me!!! I dropped the basket, and Buffy's yellow

panties dropped to the floor. They giggled as I delicately

replaced them upon the pile and picked up the basket. Going up

the stairs to the main entrance of the dorm, I followed the

Girls, seeing those lovely pink panties peeking from under

Buffy's mini, lovingly embracing Her large, but rounded ass

cheeks, as if pulling them out toward me. I also noticed the

darkness of some deep colored panties under Cindy's pink

sweats. This, in addition to my cock rubbing against my own

satin briefs with each step of the stairs, made me stop a

moment. "Too heavy for you?" Cindy beckoned. It was too much

to handle, in any event.

We finally arrived at Their apartment, which was very homey,

but not too tidy. Buffy went into the kitchen to find a few

cold ones for the three of us. Then I realized I had to pee.

I quietly asked Cindy where the little boy's room was, and She

replied, "All We have here is a little girls room, but We'll

let you use it anyway. Around the corner on the right." Well

around the corner on the right was the pink bathroom, but I

couldn't help noticing around the corner on the left was the

lone bedroom in the place -- with one large canopy bed with 4

huge posts rising up to the ceiling, and pink and white trim

around the bottom. I relieved myself in the pretty pink

bathroom, and noticed the array of beautiful panties hanging

upon the curtain rod, both in Cindy's and Buffy's sizes. I

pulled my own panties back up, but not my pants, and pulled

down a smooth white pair of briefs which were Cindy's and a

large red pair of bikinis which belonged to Buffy. I placed

the crotch of Buffy's to my nose and smelled the sweetness of

Her young Womanhood. Cindy's were just as sweet. My cock grew

larger, and I lightly touched it. it grew some more.

I tucked these two pairs into my own panties, pulled up my

pants and opened the door to see Cindy crouched in front of the

door, picking up a pen. "Dropped a pen...," Cindy muttered and

stood up. I noticed the door had a wide keyhole -- wide enough

to see everything that just happened, IF She was watching.

Was She watching? I couldn't tell at first. Buffy brought out

3 cold beers and we all sucked them down furiously. it must

have been 95 outside, and the humidity was unbearable. The

Girls went back to get a second round for us and returned

giggling. Buffy proudly declared that She MUST make a trip to

the little GIRL'S room, with emphasis on GIRLS! I was

reasonably sure I was in trouble, so I told Cindy it was about

time I left. Before I reached the door, Buffy came running in

screaming, "Who's got My FAVORITE pair of red panties?!" They

both turned toward me and I blushed my little heart out. I was

caught red handed (or red pantied, so to speak), and I just

stood there, quivering and red.

"Give them to me, ronnie!" Buffy cried like a little girl. i

shook violently as I removed them from my jeans and placed them

delicately in Her hands.

"Isn't there another pair down there, ronnie, dear?" Cindy

slyly slurred. "I've been totally humiliated," I stammered as

I handed Cindy's white satin briefs with pink floral appliques

at the legs back to Her. My little undeserving dick grew as

they continued to glare at me. "I think We have a little panty

thief here, Buffy," Cindy proclaimed proudly. "I know you have

one last pair down there. Buffy and I want to see them!"

They folded Their arms across their chests as I lowered my

jeans in front of Them. "My, my, sissy, where did you ever

come across these lovely sissy pink panties?" Cindy asked.

I told them they were my mother's. "Does she dress you like

that, or do you do that all on your sissy own?" Buffy giggled.

"my mother doesn't know I wear her panties..."

My cock was rock hard and straining against the pink fabric.

"Only little girls wear sissy pink panties like those! Do you

want to be a little girl like Buffy? Show ronnie, Buffy." With

that, Buffy giggled, turned around and flipped up Her skirt,

but for a moment, showing us all Her huge, but somehow

attractive ass covered in pink.

"No, I want to be a guy..."

Cindy stated, "you're not doing a very good job at it in those

panties! I bet you'd make a sweet little girl. Buffy's been

MY little girl for a few years now, and I think She'd like a

playmate. Would You like to have ronnie for a playmate, Buffy,

Sweet?"

Buffy nodded, and I started to quiver, standing with my jeans

around my ankles and pink panties encasing my naughty dick.

"Buffy, please bring something more appropriate for ronnie."

Buffy scampered away, the floorboards creaking, and quickly

returned with a pair of oversized pink rhumba panties with

strips of white lace sewn across the back. Buffy then, ever so

gently, removed my mothers pink panties from me and replaced

them with the rhumba panties, and lovingly kissed my posterior,

once. I didn't put up a fight. They knew I was enjoying this,

and Buffy took my mother's panties back to the bedroom.

"she's so cute, Buffy. We'll have to dress her in some more of

Your clothes soon ... the special clothes..." Cindy continued,

"I'll bet she was responsible for My cheerleading outfit

disappearing two years ago..."

Guilt was written all over my face in the form of a blush. i

stood there in my mother's panties, in front of Buffy&Cindy,

quivering more than ever. my silence was my guilty plea.

"Do you still have it?"

I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Good. I want you back here tomorrow at 5 PM, sharp, wearing

the outfit you stole! That cost Me forty dollars to replace!!!

The least I could get is to see you in it! Now put your little

clit back in your pants and go home, sissy girl. Be here if

you don't want your mom to get her panties back in the mail

from Us ... We have the evidence!"

That they did, I realized, as I pulled my jeans back over my

sissy rhumba panties and cowered out the door.

As I walked down the stairs from Cindy's apartment, She said,

"Make sure you get registered for classes tomorrow, and be

ready for a lengthy stay!"

Registration was tomorrow, and I had no commitments other than

that until next Monday when classes started ... and today was

Tuesday!!! The last thing I could hear from Them was a chorus

of giggling which seemed to reverberate all the way back to my

dorm room.

Back in my room, I tried to gather my senses; I couldn't. I

realized I had no options. Cindy & Buffy had my mothers

panties, and were prepared to incriminate me, unless I was at

Their apartment, in a cheerleaders outfit, in the MIDDLE OF THE

AFTERNOON!!! What if i came there in my jeans? I couldn't;

They had me against the wall, and They knew it.

I opened my panty drawer in my new room and looked at the

things which got me in so much trouble: my sister's & mother's

panties lying there in such an array of rainbow colors and

coated with perfume, lace and ribbon. But then I saw the

cheerleading outfit. I remembered Cindy, Her lovely body, Her

dominant personality, Her grin and giggle as I stood before Her

in Buffy's sissy pink rhumba panties...

Oh, how I loved Cindy. I remembered the moment I stole Her

outfit, how I longed to see myself in those dear garments. It

was all happening to me, my fantasies coming real, but I was

scared. i cried myself to sleep, and the mixed emotions of

fear and anticipation for the next day stirred the essence of

my dreams.

I woke in simple white satin briefs. I was so scared and

thoroughly embarrassed in front of the Girls that I wanted to

sleep in men's undies again, but I had none, and it was too

late last night to go shopping. I thought the simple panties

would help me feel less excited as I slept, but the feel of

satin against the "clit" which Cindy & Buffy taunted yesterday

was the victor, and I soon realized I had a wet dream in my

white panties, leaving a yellowish stain running down the

smooth, silky fabric. Droplets of cum clung to my leg, and I

sat and cried again. Registration started at 10 AM and it was

9:30. No time to buy any mens underwear... I had to be on

time... I wiped my tears, showered quickly, put on Buffy's

rhumba panties again (did She want them back? I didn't want to

do anything wrong ... They were in control...) and dressed.

Registration, involving running back & forth to & from all the

departments I had classes with, took me all day. It was 4 PM

and I had to be dressed and ready for the Girls at 5. I stood

in my last line at the administration building, and I heard a

voice whisper, "Hurry, sissy..." By the time I realized what

happened, I saw Cindy walking away, Buffy scampering behind. I

never saw Cindy's radiant face, but Buffy turned Her head, gave

me the sliest grin, and smacked Her lips my way.

All I could see was Cindy from the back, in a rainbow striped

fluttery blouse, a black floppy mini which accentuated Her

hips, and the seams up the backs of Her panty hose (or were

they stockings ... oh, I wanted a peek...). Buffy's long

blond hair billowed over Her wide shoulders encased in Pink.

She was all Pink. Pink blouse, Pink Reeboks, and sheer Pink

knee hi's under the tightest of Pink spandex pants which

shimmered in the bright light. Her buxom ass was separated

into two beautiful halves by the tight crotch...

I got back to my room at 4:50, threw on Cindy's cheerleader

outfit over Buffy's pink rhumba panties, and looked at myself

in the floor length mirror on the back of my door. I looked

silly, and I cried because this outfit, which once was my

source of pleasure, was now my downfall. I looked like a big

sissy.

Oh, my God! 2 minutes to go, and HOW am I going to get across

street to Cindy's?! I did the only thing I could; I threw on

my winter parka which barely covered the bottom of my skirt and

hastened for the exit. I ran half way across the street and

realized that running made my skirt clearly visible. I saw two

other girls walking down the street, giggling. Did they see

me? I saw nothing through Cindy's window. The shades were

pulled. I walked the rest of the way across and got inside the

apartment, in my parka. It was 95. The heat wave hadn't let

up.

I walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor where Cindy was. I got

to the top and saw two little Catholic school girls about 12 or

13 go into the apartment across the hall. They were behind me

on the stairs!!! They looked at me and giggled loudly as they

went in their room. Were they laughing at my parka in this

weather? I doubt it. If they looked up, they would surely

have seen the white lace on my pink rhumba panties under my

parka and skirt. I knocked and blushed beet red.

There They were. Buffy & Cindy stood before me at the door, in

cheerleading outfits which matched the one I'd concealed.

"Get in here, sissy girl!", Cindy demanded, "and take that

parka off! You are 3 minutes late for cheerleader practice!"

"Take ronnie's coat, Buffy, and bring her some new shoes!"

Buffy was gone several minutes. Cindy slowly sauntered around

my sissy self. When She reached my posterior, She put an arm

around my waist and pushed my torso forward. I bent. She

laughed girlishly when She saw Buffy's panties on my ass, and

then straightened me up.

She squeezed my cheeks and said, "you make a VERY cute sissy

cheerleader, and if you are a good girl, I'll let you join My

squad. Wouldn't you like that, my sissy ronnie girl?"

"Y-Y-Y-es...", I muttered through a wall of embarrassment.

"Good ... Oh, Buffy, those are divine!!! ronnie needs a

fitting right away!!!"

Buffy held out a pair of white and black saddle shoes, and a

pair of white ankle socks with the most delicate lace at the

top.

"Sit, sissy!!!", Cindy commanded. I did so, and Buffy removed

my old sneakers, and gently completed my footwear. I

remembered that the Catholic schoolgirls I'd seen moments ago

were wearing the same, and my sissy clit grew, as Buffy looked

up my short, pleated skirt. The shoes fit fine, but just tight

enough to feel confined.

Cheerleader practice began with kicks and yells. I was to face

both Girls as I yelled for them, "my name's sissy ronnie --

one, two, three -- I wear sissy panties -- look at me!" and

with "me", I was to turn around, bend over, and properly expose

my lacy rhumba panties to the giggling girls. I did this

several times until the Buffy insisted that She wanted to see

me play with my sissy clit, which was now rock hard in my

panties. I pulled it through the leg band of the pink satin

confines and began to stroke.

"Cheer, sissy! Like We taught you!!!" yelled Buffy, and I sang

my cheer louder and louder in a sissy sing-song voice for them

until I soiled Buffy's panties in the most wonderful orgasm I

ever experienced. I laid there for awhile, and then heard a

click

• CLICK*!!!

Buffy ran back to the bedroom with a videotape of my entire

cheerleading performance. I ran after Her, tripped on the

laces of my saddle shoes, and fell flat on my sissy face,

crying.

"What's the matter, sissy girl?" Cindy taunted, "Wasn't that

fun? We're going to have Sooooo much more fun, too!" She

looked slier than ever. Buffy came back with a wide smile on

Her pudgy face. "The tape, and your parka too, are safely

locked away in Cindy's trunk, sissy ronnie. I think you'll be

staying with Us for a while, because only Cindy has the

combination, and you have to earn it from Her!!!"

I looked at Cindy's beautiful face. "That's right, little

girl," Cindy teased.

"I'm so embarrassed, I could cry!" I whimpered.

"Not as embarrassed as when you see your wardrobe for the week,

sissy ronnie," Cindy said. She was enjoying my new name.

"Buffy, show ronnie her new things..."

Buffy waited until I tied my saddle shoes up again, and lead

me by the hand into the bedroom. There were two closets. One

for Cindy, filled with black, red, and deep purple skirts and

blouses (no pants). Buffy's was filled with oversized pink,

white, yellow, and baby blue party dresses, with puffy sleeves,

tight bodices, and flaring skirts. Also in there were numerous

petticoats, of heavily layered satin and crinoline, and a huge

hoop dress with a plunging neckline, like Scarlet O'Hara would

wear, only puffier! Buffy pointed at Her closet, "we share

this one, ronnie."

I noticed the antique dresser, in white, with added padlocks on

all the shelves but the top. Buffy opened the top drawer,"we

share these, too." And inside were the loveliest pink, white,

and bright yellow panties, just like I was wearing, plus

training bras,tights, and darling ankle socks. my mouth gaped

open with pleasure and fear. I felt so sissified, that I

quivered in my ankle socks. The box that Buffy was carrying

the day before was on top of the dresser. I wondered what

could be so special...

"Mistress Cindy likes you, sissy ronnie. you should be

thankful," Buffy whispered into my ear. Cindy stepped into the

room.

"Behave yourselves, girls, We have a long week ahead of us, and

it's just begun!" There we all were, three girls after our

cheerleading practice. Cindy had me sit between Buffy and

Herself as She sweetly explained the terms of this week. I was

to be trained as a Girl, how to dress like a Girl, talk like a

Girl, walk like a Girl, eat like a Girl ... not a Woman..., a

Girl. I had little choice in the matter, as They possessed a

video tape of my performance as a cheerleader, and were happy

to distribute copies to whomever They saw fit, including my

mother, who was to receive a copy, wrapped in the pink panties

of hers i had worn the day before, if I was not a satisfactory

Girl. There was not even an acceptable scrap of clothing or

towel to make a mad dash home in; that was all safely locked

away. Of course, that mad dash would certainly lead to wide

distribution of the tape, as well. I felt like a naughty sissy

in my soiled, pink rhumba panties, and incredibly helpless with

no way out, other than pleasing BOTH Cindy and Buffy,

physically, mentally, emotionally, and of course ... sexually

(but that was still a way off). Yet somehow I felt very secure

and loved as a cheerleader, between these two cheerleaders. We

sat there for some time, Their arms around myself and Each

Other. I nuzzled Cindy's delicate Breast with my nose.

"Welcome to The Squad, sissy ronnie," said Cindy.

Buffy hugged me, Her Breasts lovingly caressing my sissyness

with warmth. I belonged.

We three Girls held each other for about a half hour, my sissy

cum drying a stain into my pink rhumba panties and forming a

thin crust upon my leg. I felt so warm and loved, yet knowing

that Cindy was completely in charge of my training. There were

no two ways about it:

I was to be Cindy's little girl until Sunday. Little did I

know that this would become such an important part of my life.

Cindy's lavish pink bathroom contained a large, heart-shaped

bathtub. Cindy requested that Buffy, my new Sister, and I were

to take a refreshing, perfumed bubble bath together. Cindy,

though 8 inches shorter than myself, was in control, and She

knew it.

Buffy put Her finger to her lips once we were in the bathroom.

"Shhhh, sissy ronnie, don't say a word," cooed Buffy, and she

lowered my skirt, noticing the cum stains on her rhumba

panties. "We'll have to get you a fresh change of panties

dear, but Cindy might have to punish you for being such a

naughty girl and soiling your pretty pink panties..."

She eventually had me stark naked. I quivered, and Buffy said,

"Be a dear and draw our bath, sissy."

I filled the tub with warm, bubbly water, scented with delicate

lavender and lilac and proceeded to help my plump Sister out of

Her cheerleaders outfit. She had on panties just like mine! I

wanted to kiss Her lace-covered Ass, but She motioned no, and I

heeded Her. She was so beautiful. Her body was large and

round, but not a sign of flabby skin or "thunder thighs" could

be found. Her body was like a dreamy Cloud which I wished to

ride. But 5 foot 4, She was Love itself. I loved my Sister.

I wanted to be like Her, to be so gentle, to love Cindy as She

must... When I saw She had but the shortest sprouts of

baby-fine blond hair near Her Vagina, like a darling little

girl,

She smiled at me, softly. Without a word, we stepped into the

tub hand in hand as Sisters.

We each had a big, pink, heart-shaped sponge. Bathing each

other was a delight in itself. Never had I really been able to

enjoy a naked girl before then; clothing always had to be

involved to gain a great deal of arousal, but this was

different. Buffy KNEW I was Cindy's sissy girl, and She

treated me as such. We sponged each other, everywhere, but in

a non-sexual way. Of course, my penis rose when She washed the

naughty cum from my thighs and crotch, but Buffy just smiled

and continued... "you'll learn, soon, dear," Buffy whispered.

I did, and I lovingly caressed Her thighs with the sponge,

washed between Her toes, and made sure those soft, blond hairs

(the only hair on Her aside from Her head) were clean. I knew

there was a great deal of training to endure; to attempt to

approach Her in a lustful way now would have been "improper",

and Buffy made this clear to me in a loving, Sisterly way. She

cradled me in Her Bosom for 20 minutes..."I love You..." I

whispered, and She held me tighter.

Buffy & I finally got out of the tub, "smelling as proper girls

should," She said. I was to be properly sissified next, and

Buffy led me by the hand into the bedroom where Cindy was

waiting, in White. White waist cincher. White push-up bra.

White garter straps delicately descending from Her waist

cincher over her wide, flaring hips and attached to White

seamed stockings. White pumps. White lace fingerless gloves.

Her face was redone, Her mascara perfectly accentuating Her

eyelashes and deep brown eye shadow to let both us girls know

that She meant business.

Oh, and Cindy's Panties ... I had tried to lift them the day

before, and there they were, encasing Her broad, flaring Hips

... they weren't bikinis ... these briefs, with the delicate

rosebuds above Her Thighs were gorgeous. The thigh was cut

high on these, but I still saw no tan line. Cindy straightened

out Her Panties as She stood and the garter straps gently ran

over the smooth satin of Them as She did so.

"You look delightful, Buffy," and Cindy squeezed Her into Her

Own Bosom, "but you, sissy ronnie, you smell sweet, but look SO

un-sissy like!" my clit was standing straight out as I stood

naked, trembling from the air around me after my bubble bath.

"We'll have to transform you into a proper playmate for Buffy

..." She added. Buffy handed Cindy my soiled rhumba panties

and proceeded to dress Herself in a White Baby Doll, with puffy

sleeves, and a skirt which, with its numerous frilly

underskirts, stood out from Her wide Hips, barely revealing the

white satin panties which cupped Her big, beautiful Ass cheeks

from below. Cindy looked very stern as She ran Her Fingers

across the satin, feeling my naughty cum stain Cindy glared at

me, grabbed my clit (for the first time ever) and twisted as

she warned me never to soil my panties again. I apologized to

Cindy, but She remained upset. "you need much training,

sissy..." She sighed, as She shook Her Head at my naughty clit.

We three Girls stepped into the pink bathroom, and Cindy

motioned for me to sit on the toilet seat as Buffy pulled

numerous items from the white cabinets: Nair, Bikini Bare, a

Straight Razor, Eau Fresh Perfume, a makeup kit, and other

various instruments of Feminization. I objected fiercely, but

to no avail, for "Cindy's videotape of little sissy girl ronnie

hammer, soiling her rhumba panties at cheerleader practice was

obviously far too incriminating," Buffy giggled. Buffy

proceeded to cover my legs liberally with Nair, but didn't stop

there. my chest and arms were next. my legs were to be raised

as the Nair was applied to the backs of my thighs. Buffy

helped me hold my legs up for what seemed the longest time. I

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Subject: TG: The Adventures of Ronnie Hammer by ronnie, herself... (2/3)

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Hi.

Ronnie had stolen the outfit of one of the cheeleaders, that was his

mistake. He'd better didn't do that. Si his favor for girls clothes

got known to her.

As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If

you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then

welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao

Nostrumo

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felt so strange and helpless as I felt the foam dissolving my

manly hair, tingling as it worked.

"Into the shower, sissy!" Cindy commanded and Buffy pushed my

foam-laden body into the stall. Cindy was very impatient, and

I had to rinse the hair off my naked body quickly.

As I stepped out, hairless besides my head and pubic area,

Buffy snickered as She held back what would have been a very

loud giggle. I was commanded to lie prone on the floor next.

with my arms out on the big pink rug on the bathroom floor.

Cindy stood on my hairless arms, Her Heels on one side of my

arms, Her Toes on the other so that I was trapped by Her as She

faced my sissy clit. All I could see was the Crotch of Her

Panties as She oversaw a process I was unable to see. I felt

my pubic hairs being cut, as Buffy worked gingerly around my

clitoris. I strained as much as I could, and Cindy shouted,

"Careful, sissy! She's got a straight razor! We wouldn't want

to see your sissy clit cut off now, or would We?!" Both Girls

giggled loudly, and I was forced to spread my legs as Buffy

carefully sliced all my pubic hair to a very short length. All

I could see was Cindy's grinning face over Her Breasts as They

were supported by Her push-up bra, and Her Crotch, as the

tiniest bit of wetness showed through the beautiful White Satin

of Her Panties. I could tell She enjoyed seeing me squirm.

After the close shave, I was made to stand for Cindy. Buffy

took what looked like a long steel rod with leather clasps on

each end and fastened my hairless feet into the clasps. my

legs were spread so far apart that I couldn't stand, and had to

prop myself up against the wall.

Cindy held my hands there as Buffy applied Bikini Bare

liberally over my entire crotch, testicles and all. It burned

fiercely at first, but soon became a dull pain, as I was near

passing out. I had no leverage against Cindy's grip. Buffy

massaged as the tingling continued. It seemed like ages before

Buffy sponged away the remaining hair. I then received what

must have been the closest shave on my face I ever incurred, at

Buffy's knowing Hands. my legs still spread wide, Cindy tied

my wrists to a heavy chrome towel rack with pink satin ribbons.

I then felt a tube inserted into my hairless rectum and a slow

but sure gushing feeling I could barely recall from my

childhood. The warm enema flowed into me, filling my sissy,

hairless body. Cindy held the bag up as Buffy parted my long

brown hair down the middle. I felt my hair pulled to each

side, and tied in ribbons. my hair was in pigtails! This,

along with the warmth filling my behind, made my 7 inch sissy

clitoris strain for attention. The Girls said little, but

continued giggling, and making comments like, "Aw, come on,

sissy ronnie, take it like a good little girl," or, "Doesn't

she look cuter already?" or,"Maybe we should stop. I think

she's enjoying it too much." The harmony of the mild Pain and

the warm Pleasure caused a chorus of cooing, girlish sounds to

emanate from my glottal passage. Buffy stroked my pigtails.

The bag was empty. Cindy demanded that I hold the soapy warm

water, and to help, Buffy inserted a large butt plug in my

hairless sissy hole. I felt so full I wanted to burst. I

wanted to burst from excitement too, as I was released from the

leather clasps and my previously soiled rhumba panties were

slid over my sore, hairless crotch area.

I was then commanded to sit on the toilet seat again, as Buffy

painted my toenails and fingernails, and then worked on

transforming my face. Mascara, Base, Blush, Eye Shadow, Eye

Liner, Lipstick, and who knows what else were professionally

applied by Buffy as I fought off the tremendous pressure the

warm, filling enema applied upon the butt plug which my rectum

grabbed onto for dear life, like a thousand drowning people

grabbing for a life rope, lest I explode inside my pink rhumba

panties. my cum from my cheerleading practice expose was

drying still, and felt cold now against my hairless crotch.

Buffy, in her White, Girlish nightdress, sat Herself into my

lap, Her legs wrapped around my sissy body as She worked. Her

pristine white pantied Ass cheeks spilled over my thighs and

clitoris, and Her tremendous weight nearly made me lose all my

water! To hold it in, I grabbed Buffy, pulling myself into Her

Big, Billowy Breasts, but She pushed me away and returned to

the topic of my sissyfying.

Cindy's gentle Hands ran Noxemma along my tender legs, arms,

and chest as Buffy worked. It stung at first, but soon became

cool and soothing. I thanked Cindy. "you're very welcome,

dear sissy ronnie girl," She cooed like a Mother cradling Her

child.

When Buffy finished, She stood me up, the water shifting in my

body, straining against the butt plug hidden under my pink

rhumba panties. Cindy looked over my body, now transformed

into that of a little girl. "Very acceptable, Buffy," Cindy

stated as She ran Her Hands along my hairless body. I shook

franticly as I crossed my legs, standing as I held my enema

like a little girl needing to pee.

"I think your little playmate has to go potty, Buffy," Cindy

declared, "but we have yet to complete her transformation!"

Buffy quickly scampered off and returned with another baby doll

like her own, only Pink. She lifted my hairless sissy arms and

slid the top on. my rhumba panties remained on, holding my

butt plug. I finally saw myself in the mirror. I recognized

the girl I saw, but she had no resemblance to ronnie hammer

yesterday. I saw the new, "sissy girl, ronnie hammer" in the

mirror, and I cooed softly. I was hurt, but happy. Then Cindy

snapped on a tight pair of rubber panties over my pink satin

rhumba panties and told me to crawl over to my crib. "Only

baby girls soil their panties, sissy girl," Buffy giggled.

Then Cindy proclaimed, "Get on your knees, sissy ronnie, and

crawl into the living room! I have some special training for

you tonight. Training for little girls who soil their

panties!!"

I didn't know what awaited me, but I did as she commanded. It

was too late to fight. I was to be a sissy baby girl, because

Cindy demands it be so.

The living room now had an exercise mat in the middle,

surrounded by 2 foot high expandable wood fencing, like you

might keep kids away from the stairs with.

"Get in your crib, ronnie!" Buffy shouted girlishly. She was

enjoying my punishment as much as Cindy. I crawled in, the

satin rhumba panties exciting my sissy clit with each step, and

the water becoming unbearable behind my butt plug. I looked up

at Cindy as She stepped into my crib in Her White garb, sat on

my pink satin-encased back, faced my rubber covered hairless

rear and spanked me ...HARD!!!

Cindy: "you naughty girl, sissy ronnie!"

SMACK!!!

Buffy: "her name's sissy ronnie -- one, two, three!"

(tauntingly)

SMACK!!!

Cindy: "Will you promise to become potty trained for us and not

soil your panties, sissy girl?"

ronnie: "Yes, I promise, Cindy! Oh, please stop, Cindy.."

SMACK!!!

Buffy: "she wears sissy panties -- Hee, Hee, Hee!" (sing-song

...)

SMACK!!!

ronnie: "Please! I can't hold it back any longer.."

SMACK!!!

Cindy: "I think she's going to cum in her panties again,

Buffy!"

(giggling)

SMACK!!!

Buffy giggled loudly, and jumped into my crib as well, with a

hand mirror.

SMACK!!!

I could feel Cindy's warm Wetness soak onto my back, as Buffy

moved Her chubby Body closer and held the mirror in front of my

girlish face.

SMACK!!!

Buffy: "Doesn't she look cute? Just like me!!!"

SMACK!!!

my hands were tingling and numb from the position I was in , on

all fours. Buffy shoved Her chubby Breasts into my face, the

white satin between Her Sisterly Bosom and my hungry mouth

becoming damp from my wagging tongue. She pulled back and held

the mirror up again just in time for me to see myself and

appreciate myself as a fully transformed little girl just

before the next...

SMACK!!!

... I exploded. My butt plug slipped, sending a gush of dirty

enema water which soiled my pink rhumba panties and filled the

encasing rubber pants. My eruption of cum as all this occurred

was more spectacular than my performance during my cheerleader

practice earlier that day, but all was captured by the rubber

panties. I fell forward onto my face and Cindy climbed off my

back. I could still feel the coolness of Her Womanhood upon my

back. I laid there for about 3 minutes, stroking my naked

body, in disbelief of what has occurred in the past 48 hours.

Stroking my rubber panties, and feeling the warmth of all that

filled them, I cried.

Cindy & Buffy stood and both first stared at me in disgust as I

lay stroking my aching sissy ass and clitoris, the dirty water

seeping and dripping down my legs.

Then They both broke out into a loud chorus of laughter:

"her name's sissy ronnie -- one, two, three"

"she messed her sissy panties -- Tee, Hee, HEE!!!"

They jeered at me, doing the same cheer I performed for Them

earlier that day, taunting me as They jumped, kicking Their

pudgy Legs and bending over to tease me with Their highly

desired Behinds.

I wept loudly with a cry which seemed to have infantile

proportions. Buffy bent over and kissed me good night, gentle

lipstick remaining on my forehead. Cindy went away but for a

brief moment and returned with a pacifier.

Cindy lovingly took the pacifier and placed the nipple gently

through the leg band of Her White Satin Panties, into Her

Vagina, rotating it to coat it with a motherly dose of

Womanhood, then removed it slowly and stuck it into my sissy,

lipstick colored, cry baby mouth.

"Shhh, little ronnie girl. This is what you want now, isn't

it?" I sucked gently, and then more, as I tasted Cindy's

Sweetness. i rolled over on my back, the dirty water sloshing

in my panties. They smiled at me. "I think she will sleep

better now, Buffy, dear," Cindy announced. I smiled back at

them from in my crib and cooed softly.

CLICK!!!

Buffy stopped the videotape again, my entire spanking

performance forever saved on tape, and then She giggled as She

scampered back to the bedroom with the tape to lock it away. I

saw her beautiful, plump Sisterly Ass swaying two and for in

Her nightdress, but I didn't pursue Her as before; I was much

to sore, and I was a total mess. Even my frilly pink

nightdress was soiled. I sucked harder on the pacifier.

Cindy inserted another videotape into the machine and started

it recording at extra-long-play. The camera lens was securely

focused on my crib, and its tripod was far out of my reach.

"Sleep now, little girl, and don't leave your crib until We let

you out!" Cindy sing-songed to me with one hand on her White

Waist Cincher. "If you are a GOOD girl, We might let you grow

up and play with bigger girls, like Buffy. Now don't get

adventurous, or We might have to send your mommie her panties

back, with TWO cute videos of her little girl."

"Nighty-Night, sweet little girl, ronnie!" Cindy declared, then

She laughed all the way back to the bedroom. Buffy clung to

Cindy's arm.

I fell asleep to the sounds of giggling and cooing from the

closed door of Cindy's bedroom and the video recorder, which

watched my every move. The pacifier, now a coveted toy, never

left my mouth all night. I was happy and Loved.

It was Thursday morning, and I woke before the sun rose.

Sleeping was difficult, as Cindy required that I wear my soiled

panties all night. The rubber panties held almost all my mess

in, which had started to congeal, but the rest of my body was

not in the best of conditions. The warm, soapy water dried on

my hairless legs overnight, leaving ugly brown runs down my

hairless legs. I stroked my legs. Not a sign of hair. Not

even razor stubble. The Girls were very thorough. Somehow, I

gained pleasure from running my hands across my hairless,

sissified self. As daylight broke, I picked up the mirror

Buffy left in my crib. The makeup on my face was smudged.

Mascara ran from my eyes down my painted cheeks, tracing the

tears of pain, humiliation, and pleasure of the past evening.

The video recorder continued to whirr as I smiled at myself in

my pink hand mirror.

My rhumba panties were now a sloppy, goopy mess inside the

rubber panties and my hairless ass was becoming very painful

from a combination of razor burn and diaper rash. I sat up,

the slop running to the back of my panties momentarily cooling

my rash. If I removed my rubber panties now, before Cindy

allowed me, I was certain I would be in for more potty

training. I wanted to show Her I could be a good little girl.

I sucked quietly on my pacifier, trying to forget the pain of

my sloppy behind, and thinking of Cindy. She tasted so

wonderful, but I had yet to see Her Womanhood.

About 6:30, Buffy stepped out of the bedroom, obviously drained

from a fun-filled evening, teasing a sissy girl. She looked at

me in my crib, tears still drawing black mascara lines across

my blushing cheeks, and She sweetly said, "you've been a good

little girl, sissy ronnie. I'll clean you up and get you

dressed for today." Still in Her white nightdress, She

proceeded to start some coffee, and then ordered me to crawl

back to the bathroom. As I did, the gooey slop sloshed in my

panties. Buffy and I could hear the sloshing as I returned to

the bathroom, and I saw the instruments used the previous night

to transform me into my new self.

Buffy drew me a wonderful, warm, perfumed bubble bath, and then

removed my soiled panties as I stood over the toilet. Most of

the sloppy mess spilled into the bowl, as did the butt plug.

Buffy made me reach into the bowl to retrieve it. "We're not

quite through with this, sissy girl...," She giggled.

She then removed my pink nightdress, and placed all my

nightclothes in a diaper pail in the corner of the bathroom.

She led me to the tub and washed me carefully and completely.

Leaning over the edge, Buffy, my Big Sister, soaped my entire

body with lovely perfumed soap, and gently removed all traces

of mess from my sissy, hairless, little girl body and clit. I

finished bathing myself as She picked up the mess in the

bathroom and cleaned up & put away my messy crib in the living

room. I relaxed in the tub as my Sweet Sister finished. She

was so caring...

After Buffy helped me out of the tub, She applied some lovely

Baby Magic lotion to my scorched ass, Noxemma to my shaven

arms, legs and chest, and told me to shave as closely as

possible. I was to do this twice a day, until Cindy could

think of a more permanent way to get rid of that hair.

As I shaved, my sissy clit fell limp. I was intensely

concentrating on shaving closely. In the meantime, Buffy had

stepped out. I was just finishing, and I didn't notice Buffy

come up behind me. Before I could put the razor down, She

clipped a tight strap around my clit and pulled it through my

crotch back to my rear. She caressed me and stated, "This is

for your own good, ronnie. Cindy wants you this way." She then

applied a heavy dose of lubricant to an even larger butt plug

than I experienced the night before, and told me to relax as

She inserted it into my hairless rectum. I took it all, with a

childish whimper, and then Buffy pulled back the wide pink

leather clit strap, ran a pink satin ribbon through a loop at

the strap's end, ran the ribbon around my sissy waist twice,

and tied a big bow in the back. "Only Cindy is allowed to

untie you, ronnie ...," Buffy whispered. My sissy clit tried

to harden, but it couldn't. I could see no sign of it in the

mirror. Only my hairless skin running to my sissy crotch in a

pretty triangle. I felt womanized, touched myself in front of

my crotch, and smiled. The butt plug was so filling and

delightful.

Buffy commanded that I sit upon one of the cushioned stools in

front of the vanity as She showered and try to make up my own

face as She had done for me last night. By the time She

stepped out, my face was a total mess, and She shook Her Head

in disbelief.

"I will show you one last time how to make yourself pretty,

sissy, then it is up to you. you must watch carefully and do

as I do," Buffy lovingly said, and She went to the bedroom for

a moment, returning naked with 2 pairs of clean oversized

rhumba panties with matching training bras.

One set was bright pink; the other, bright yellow. Buffy

looked me over and then looked at the sissyfying clothing in

Her Hands. "I think yellow will look pretty on you today,

sissy girl. With that, we dressed each other in our sissy

clothes. I realized my clit strap securely held my butt plug

in place as Buffy slid my panties on, then gently fastened my

training bra. I dressed Buffy slowly and gently, enjoying my

sisterly role. Buffy turned me so I could see my profile in

the mirror, placed a pair of panties in each cup of my bra, and

then faced me. I looked in the mirror and saw that my sissy

body was now en femme, albeit, quite young looking. My Older

Sister's Breasts were much better developed, but my young,

budding titties were there, and I cupped them in my hands

through my bright yellow training bra, enjoying my profile and

comparing it with Buffy's. Of course, I appeared taller, but

certainly much younger. i looked and felt like a little girl.

I ran my fingers and their bright red painted nails down my

sissy, hairless body to my yellow rhumba panties. I ran them

down the front of the satin, and felt nothing but my hairless

crotch skin. No clit. In the mirror, I only saw a flat

silhouette across the front of my panties. Slowly I motioned

my hands across the back of my rhumba panties, running across

the rows of lace to the area where Buffy filled my vagina with

rubber Joy. No clit. my profile from any angle was that of a

little girl on the budding edges of puberty. I smiled and

Buffy returned a bigger smile.

Buffy and I sat side by side on the cushy stools. I watched

intently as She made Her Face. I tried to mimic Her every

move, and soon learned the proper way to make my face match my

11 year old girl's body. We took over an hour, in our bras and

panties, as i received a sisterly lesson in cosmetology. I

became fluent quickly, and I emerged prettier than ever. Buffy

excused Herself for a moment, saying that we were running out

of time. At 8:30, we had an appointment in the living room,

and Cindy wanted to use the shower, She said. Buffy returned

with two party dresses, one pink, one yellow. Cradled above

those in Her Arms were two white girls full slips with half a

dozen layers of petticoating in the short skirt, two pairs of

white tights, and two pairs of black patent leather Mary Janes.

We anxiously dressed each other. Seeing Buffy's pudgy Body in

the short pink dress which barely covered Her plump,

petticoated Ass was just as thrilling as seeing myself in my

petticoats in yellow. Our puffy sleeves, tight bodices, and

ultra-flared skirts, standing out over layers of satin and

crinoline were more than enough to make both us girls tremble

with delight. we both delivered high pitched giggles as we

shimmied into our tights. The tights felt so arousing over my

feminized legs... I cooed girlishly. Then we snapped on our

Mary Janes ... they fit perfectly! Buffy and I pranced for

each other momentarily, and She taught me how to walk properly

and sit properly, so as not to expose my pretty panties to

naughty little boys ... somehow I wanted to whole world to see

me like this, though. Buffy finished by encasing my head in a

beautiful blond wig, with pigtails done on each side in yellow

ribbon. The ribbons matched my dress perfectly, and the wig

made my girlish face look even cuter, younger, and more

feminine. I let forth a grin as Buffy held me and whispered in

a sing-song manner, "Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice.

That's what sissy ronnie's made of..."

As we girls were stepping out of the bathroom after a proper

perfuming, Cindy was stepping in, in Her dark blue robe. She

looked lovely, even after just waking up, and She kissed both

of us on our painted, blushing cheeks: "You girls both look

very pretty today, especially you, ronnie." She reached under

my short billowing skirt to feel the smoothness of my crotch.

"Very nice, sissy ... I see you have your little clitty under

control this morning," Cindy taunted and She stepped into the

bathroom.

Buffy and I went into the living room. The mess was all

cleaned up, and I thanked Buffy for helping me. She ran back

into the bedroom and returned with a small butt plug.

"ronnie, I almost forgot! PLEASE be a dear sister and help me

with this!!! Cindy will be hopping mad if I'm not properly

made for Her by eight thirty!!!"

The plug was already greased. Buffy got on all fours, Her

plump, round Tush, covered by the smooth tights and silky pink

rhumba panties was proudly displayed as Her petticoats threw

the ruffled skirt of Her party dress over Her Back. I gently

eased down Her tights, applied a sisterly kiss to Her Pantied

Ass, then pulled down the remaining youthful underclothes to

Her Knees. I saw Her lovely Pussy, puffy and wet, between

those lusciously pudgy Cheeks, and quietly licked Her Clitoris

once and it rose to attention in Her moist Pussy Lips. She

moaned, and whispered, "Hurry, ronnie, make me cum. Before

Cindy comes out of the shower..." I then moved my lipstick

encircled mouth to Her Anal Passage. Slowly, my tongue tickled

Her Entrance. She moaned, "sissy, you make a wonderful

playmate..."

I took the greasy plug and slowly worked its head in and out of

Her Big Bottom as I payed loving, sissy lip service to Her

Puffy Pussy. This continued for some time ... I realized my

own position on all fours, worshiping Buffy's Pussy with my

tongue, my own frilly skirt flipped up and exposing my

panty-laden behind in the direction of the bathroom.

Buffy came and moaned a girlish cry, and I whimpered too, my

sissy clit attempting to strain against the tight, feminizing

clasp to no avail...

*SMACK!!!*

Cindy's Big Rubber Paddle hit my ass with such force that both

us little girls fell forward, my nose comfortably resting

within Buffy's Anal Region and my sissy, painted face smothered

by Her Ass.

We were both in Big Trouble, but especially Buffy, for

corrupting Her younger sister (that's me... *giggle*). Cindy

said that She should have known better.

It was 8:30, and I finally realized what the "appointment" was

as Cindy switched on the Cable TV to channel 9 from Secaucus,

N.J... Do you Girls know what I'm speaking of? It was time

for ROMPER ROOM!!!! Cindy demanded that we sit and pay

attention to Miss Molly like good little girls while She got

dressed. While Cindy dressed, we watched games like Duck,

Duck, Goose, Catch The Dragon's Tail, Picture Games, and

others. we responded loudly to Miss Molly on TV, along with

the rest of the children. Cindy wanted to hear us as She

dressed. Buffy was showing me Her adventurous, girlish side as

She played peek-a-boo with my skirt, and I had no other

recourse than to follow suit. we wound up in a sisterly

wrestling match which continued as Cindy stepped out, unaware

to us. Our skirts were flying to and fro as Buffy wanted to

play "I see London, I see France ... I see sissy ronnie's

Underpants!" more than "Red Light, Green Light", which the kids

were playing on Romper Room.

We were both scolded and received a minor spanking, compared to

last evening's. She inspected our butt plugs, and my sissy

clit strap and supervised us as we watched the last half of the

show. Buffy and I sat cross legged on the floor, with our

hands folded in our ruffley laps in silence, except when we

were to reply with the children when Miss Molly spoke. Then

came Jumping Jacks... Buffy and I did jumping jacks with the

little girls and boys. All the girls were wearing pretty party

dresses just like ours, and Cindy jeered that She should send

us to the studio in New Jersey sometime to meet Miss Molly,

Do-Bee, Kimbal, Up-Up, and Granny Cat because we fit in so

well. I imagined that Miss Molly would be the first to get the

video tape that Cindy was making of Buffy and me being good

little Romper Room girls, if I slipped up.... However, I now

WANTED to be a good little girl for Cindy. I was truly

enjoying my little sissy, femme self and I enjoyed admiring my

sissy body in my yellow party dress.

Then came another game on Romper Room: Bend and Stretch.

Buffy and I sang in high pitched, feminine voices:

Bend and Stretch! Reach for the Stars...

There goes Jupiter, Here comes Mars...

Bend and Stretch! Reach for the Sky...

Stand on tippie-toe, Oh, so High....

Miss Molly played this game twice. As we sang "Bend", Buffy

and i were to bend over like all the other children. And with

"Stretch", we were to get on our tippie-toes and reach as high

as possible. Just as every little girl's panties became

exposed for Channel 9 viewers this morning, Cindy made certain

that Buffy and I were photogenically exposed, with our skirts

raised, our rhumba panties peeking through our tights.

Stretching was no better than bending, for our short skirts and

petticoats barely exposed the bottom of our cute, girlish

tushes as we reached high, on the tippie-toes of our Mary

Janes.

Miss Molly saw both Buffy and myself in Her Magic Mirror, and

we hugged each other when we heard our names. Cindy told us

that She called the studio yesterday and told them it was our

birthdays today. Cindy stood in a white sundress, with sandals

and no hosiery. White lace ribbon tied Her Hair up, and It

cascaded over Her Shoulders from there. She looked very pretty

and I told Her so, in the girlish voice She wanted to hear from

me. Cindy went to the kitchenette for some coffee.

"Would you girls like some birthday cake?" Cindy asked as She

bent into the refrigerator. I saw the outline of Black under

Her white sundress and I gulped...

Buffy started jumping up and down, nearly throwing a tantrum,

like a little girl, shouting..."Goody, Goody ... it's our

Birthday I want some cake! I want some cake!!!" Buffy grabbed

me, Her proud, pert, pudgy Breasts embracing me as much as Her

Big round strong arms, and started bouncing around with me. I

knew I was to act similarly. I got excited!!! we were going

to get some birthday cake!!! we each were served a small piece

on tiny plates with dainty forks. Buffy stuffed Her Face,

frosting oozing down Her over blushed cheeks. I did the same.

The goopy frosting on my face felt fun, like something I've

missed since I was 10.

Over the course of the day, Buffy and Cindy, who I learned was

my foster mommie, taught me all about being a subservient,

obedient little girl. I was trained to bring Cindy whatever

She wished, including my tongue, if that was what She wanted.

Buffy showed me how to properly worship Cindy's loving Pussy,

its red, puffy lips and clitoris being so delicate, and Her

tight Asshole, which needed just as much attention.

I was never to touch Her Pussy with my undeserving hands. my

unworthy tongue was required to lash its way around Cindy's

Black Satin Bikinis this afternoon as Buffy looked on, lightly

spanking my ass under my petticoats with the rubber paddle as I

did so. my sissy, superfluous, undesirable testicles ached

with each smack. I was happy to love Her Pussy.

I made Her Cum. I quietly slurped up the Sweet Pussy Juices

and then removed Her Soiled Panties with my mouth. Buffy

continued spanking. Once off, I replaced Her Panties with

clean ones of Cindy's choosing: Bright Red Hip Huggers They

shone through Her Sundress like a bright Fire Truck. I smiled,

and She did too. I was a satisfactory sissy girl.

Then She told me that if I was a good little girl, someday She

might undo my pink satin ribbon and let me soil my rhumba

panties again ... but that I would receive due punishment ...

not today though ... this was Buffy and my birthday. If I had

to go potty, I would have to ask Cindy to untie my ribbon for

me. Then I would have to remove my plug, go quickly under

Cindy's supervision, then reinsert my plug. Cindy would then

re-fasten my clit strap and tie my pretty pink ribbon back

around my hairless sissy waist. Untying the ribbon for ANY

reason at ANY time was grounds for immediate distribution of

videotapes to my mommie, and to Miss Molly.

The afternoon passed amid much more humiliation than the

typical hard dick can allow, much to Cindy's pleasure and

satisfaction. But soon came time for dinner, I was to prepare

the meal. Being less than expert at things culinary, I

prepared macaroni & cheese with Smokie Links. Cindy and Buffy

both were constantly pinching and poking under my sissy skirt,

Buffy often holding a mirror under it and giggling as I

prepared the Birthday Meal.

They laughed even more as they recalled their conversation

about having a weekend maid. Problem was, today was Thursday,

and I felt like I might be employed for life! Once I served

dinner, properly curtseying for both Cindy and Buffy, I sat in

a high chair and ate dinner from tiny utensils with pictures of

Rainbow Brite on them, and drank milk from a baby bottle.

Buffy kept pinching under my party dress and asking, "where has

sissy ronnie's little clittie gone?", and making comments like

"Ooh, such a cute little sister, in your tights and Mary

Janes!" my blushing cheeks blushed redder still, but I was

happy to please Cindy and Buffy.

Then Cindy served the cake, and Buffy and I blew out the

candles. Buffy had 13 lit for Herself, and I had 10. We both

must have gotten our wish, because we both blew them all out!

Cindy went to the little girls room as Buffy and I ate birthday

cake. Somehow, I don't know who started it, but Buffy and I

got into a girlish cake fight, smooshing frosting and cake into

each others painted faces, and the front of our party dresses.

We stood up and Buffy lifted my skirt and smooshed a big

handful of cake down my tights, the cool frosting oozing

between the tights and panties. It felt delicious, and I

reciprocated by messing Her pink undies, too.

When Cindy came back from le salle de bain, She was furious,

and both us birthday girls knew we were in the doghouse! We

had to clean up our mess, take a quick bath under Cindy's

supervision, put on fresh nighties, and head straight for bed

where we received a major spanking.

I think Buffy started the food fight because She wanted the

spanking in the first place ... I'll never know... There

being only one bed, Buffy and I fell asleep together, in each

others arms. my clit strap continued to assert its tension

upon my clitoris throughout the night, and both Buffy's and my

butt plugs kept our dreams filled with dainty, feminine

thoughts. We slept on our sides, facing each other, because

our lil' girl bottoms were much too sore after Cindy spanked us

both, tucked us in, and gently kissed each of us good night.

The last thing I remembered hearing that evening was Buffy

whispering, "Happy Birthday, sissy ronnie." I held Her closer.

I had turned ten years old today. As we fell asleep,

exchanging sisterly caresses, we overheard Cindy, as She

watched videotapes in the living room... Cindy came in later

that evening without waking either of Her little Girls.

Tomorrow would prove itself to be another day...

Friday morning started less painfully than the last. My rash

had somewhat subsided, and my "cherry" was being properly

broken, albeit slowly, by the large butt plug I was forced to

endure 24 hours a day.

I felt so filled by its mass, that my hairless sissy clitoris

was under constant stimulation. Yet, it had nowhere to go,

securely tucked under my "pussy" and fastened securely with the

wide, pink leather strap. Cindy woke first and told Buffy and

myself to prepare for Charm School. Buffy instructed me as to

the specifics of Cindy's Charm School. Following another

perfumed bubble bath and thorough hair removal session with

Buffy, we were to dress in schoolgirl uniforms which Cindy

delicately laid out for us. I cringed as I saw my garments: a

blue sweater vest to go over a white cotton blouse. The blouse

had elasticized ruffles around the neck and wrists. A black

watch plaid pleated skirt which came just above my knee on my

well rounded femme thighs. White ankle sox with pink lace at

the tops. Saddle shoes... my sissy blond pigtailed wig went

over my own hair. Then the panties ... Buffy helped me into

my soft, combed white cotton briefs, pulling them up under my

skirt and snapping the elastic around my waist with a giggle.

I blushed tremendously, and begged not to have to wear these

sissy clothes this morning... I think my last remnants of

struggling against my sissyification were making themselves

evident. The big, soft cotton panties felt almost too natural,

like I was meant to have worn them all my life, and this

frightened me terribly. I touched the front of my crotch

through the cool cotton and felt only hairless skin, plunging

towards my inner thighs. A training bra supporting a pair of

small falsies rubbed against my blouse with grace. I was soon

forgetting about my clit. it wasn't there anymore, for

practical purposes, but merely a superfluous, unwanted piece of

flesh which neither Cindy nor Buffy ever cared to see.

2

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Hi.

Ronnie had stolen the outfit of one of the cheerleaders, that was

his mistake. He'd better didn't do that. So his favor for girls

clothes got known to her.

As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If

you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then

welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao

Nostrumo

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I was starting to feel at home in my ankle sox and saddle

shoes once Buffy and I were finished dressing and doing our

faces with extra blush on our cheeks. "Cindy prefers you this

way, sissy," Buffy explained. As Cindy prepared for Her role,

Buffy sat me down and explained how strict Cindy was with Her

Charm School girls. She added that we would be learning to act

subservient, and never question the demands of a MISTRESS or

MASTER. "MASTER?!," I gulped. Buffy nodded and ran Her Painted

Hand over the smoothness of the front of my white cotton

panties. Cindy returned in Black. A Black Satin Blouse and a

Black flouncy circle Skirt which came just below Her Knee.

Sheer Black Hose ... with seams up the back ... as far as I

could see anyway... and Black Patent Pumps. She carried a

Large Oaken Paddle...

After serving Cindy Her coffee and finishing my own breakfast

of sissy, Rainbow Brite Cereal, Romper Room came on again.

Buffy and I took it seriously this time, for Cindy and Her

Paddle meant business. we played all the sissy games. In

"Bend & Stretch" today, Cindy smacked my pantied bottom with

each "bend", and goosed my sissy crotch with each stretch. I

was learning to be an instrument of humiliation for Cindy and

Buffy's pleasure. Buffy made me thank Cindy for the

humiliation after I was done singing the "Bend & Stretch" song.

my personal decisions no longer mattered. I was to enjoy being

a sissy slave girl.

After the Magic Mirror was through and I curtseyed to Miss

Molly and Do-Bee, Cindy put a strap around my right ankle, over

the lacy socks. The strap was fastened to a chain Cindy held

in Her Hand. Then She placed another strap around my neck. It

was fastened by a chain to a strap which tightly encircled

Buffy's Plump Waist. The chain was short; I could not stand

erect. "On your knees, sissy!" Cindy commanded, and I did so.

my neck strap fastened behind Buffy's back, and as I got down

on all fours, I was confronted with Buffy's Big Bottom as I was

positioned under Her Skirt. I couldn't turn, as my pigtailed

head was held high up Buffy's Skirt. Her Panties must have

been a few sizes bigger than mine...

"Buffy, you have been obedient, and I want to reward you with

some pleasure from your sissy playmate," Cindy proudly

proclaimed. Then Buffy thanked Cindy and laid on Her round

Belly, pulling my painted face into Her Crotch. "Please your

Mistress, sissy ronnie. you belong to Her, for the moment

anyway..." I pulled down Buffy's Big White Panties, exposing

Her Expansive Ass. "Do your little trick, Buffy," Cindy

commanded, and before I knew it, Buffy pushed Her Butt Plug out

with Her Anal Muscles, sending the Plug into my girlish face.

"Suck it, ronnie," I heard from Cindy's lips behind me. I dove

for Buffy's Puffy, Dripping Pussy, and sucked Her Juices.

*WHAM!!!!*

I nearly broke my nose up Buffy's smelly behind as the paddle

hit me with incredible force!

"Suck Her Butt Plug, sissy bitch! That's what I meant!!!"

The plug was heavily soiled and smelled awful. I cringed.

*SOCKO!!!* (regards to old batman shows...)

I obediently cleaned Her Plug with my mouth, a familiar smell

now becoming a familiar taste.

Cindy reached under my schoolgirl's skirt, put Her Hand inside

my cotton briefs, grabbed my butt plug under my clit strap, and

proceeded to yank the plug 1/2 way out, turning it 90 degrees.

i nearly swallowed Buffy's plug in the process. "Suck It like

you'd suck a Cock, sissy ronnie girl!!!" Cindy added. The

strap on my little clittie nearly pulled my undesired clit off

my hairless body as it tightened furthering Her grasp. I could

feel my anal area stretching, nearly ripping, with my plug in

its position. I stroked Buffy's Plug with my lips, like Cindy

directed. my painted lips left bright red marks up and down

the shaft of Her Plug.

"Now, little girl, worship Buffy's Ass!!"

Her Passage was gaping. She had obviously experienced more

activity There than I have. I knew, however, that i, too,

would have such a hole, particularly the way Cindy twisted the

butt plug in my rectum...

I inserted my tongue into Her Ass, bobbing my head up and down

like a swimmer doing the butterfly. Her Bottom cushioned my

head, and surrounded it with warmth as I tasted a combination

of lubricant and... this was highly embarrassing. I

recognized the familiar whir of the VCR, its lens tightly

focused on my girlish tongues every lapping. Buffy moaned, as

my rhythm soon created sympathetic vibrations through Her Body.

We achieved Perfect Harmonic Motion, Her Ass slapping against

my face with every plunge my tongue took into Her. I wanted to

please Her, to make Her Cum. She played with Her Pussy as my

tongue loved Her. She cooed loudly, and I felt Cindy untie my

ribbon... Would I have the opportunity to enter this Buxom

Sister of mine with my sissy clit?

no...

Cindy yanked my butt plug out with a high pitched yelp

emanating from my red lips. She then took Her Fist, encased in

protective surgical gloves, and lubricated thoroughly, and

.....

I must have passed out for a few minutes. I woke with Cindy

peeling off the gloves in front of me. Both Buffy and I were

on our bellies, my painted face on Her naked bottom. Her

Panties were around Her Knees. mine were pulled back up...

what had happened? I touched myself through the cotton and

immediately sensed I was in DEEP trouble! As I had blacked

out, Cindy had refastened my clittiestrap, but during the

moment that Cindy's Fist entered my vagina, my unstrapped clit

must have exploded naughty cum all over my clean, white cotton

panties. I was deflowered. my rectum had been stretched so as

to accept whatever Cindy's whims would dare. She had inserted

what must have been the largest plug known to man (or girl,

• giggle*) as I lay unconscious. My hairless vagina hurt

terribly, but I knew the worst pain was over ... physically,

at least.

Cindy was less than pleased with my performance ... Buffy was

still fingering Herself as I came to, and I had to finish Her

Ass off immediately. my hairless ass felt so big and puffy...

I wanted so much to have a Pussy like Buffy's ... and now I

felt like I did.... Yet, I couldn't help but cry from the

intense pain as Buffy moaned and finally came, a gush of warm,

milky juice running onto the floor. I thanked Cindy for

allowing me to lick it up.

I lay sobbing on the floor, rolled up in a fetal position,

stroking my deflowered vagina. Cindy turned me over onto my

back. my skirt fell upward and She saw the big yellow cum

stain The juice was oozing down the front of my panties, and

felt cool against my shaven thighs. I was hoping She wouldn't

notice.

Cindy released Buffy from the waist-shackle, and ordered Her

to freshen Herself. In the meantime, Cindy laid some terry

towels by the front door, forced me to lay upon them, belly

down, pulled up my skirt, squatted over my raped crotch, and

proceeded to urinate over my cotton panties, Her Pee mingling

with my cum. She turned me over and wet the front of my

panties as well. Her Pee seeped over my once-virgin vagina,

and stung. I saw Cindy holding up Her Skirt, peeing on Her

sissy girl, ronnie hammer. She had Stockings attached to what

appeared to be the bottom of a Black Corset. The Pee emanated

from Black Crotchless Panties which were pulled to either side

with Her Black Gloved Hands. Buffy returned and without a word

held down my sissy, hairless arms as Cindy Peed over my

cringing face, neck, and all over my schoolgirl outfit. Then

She returned to the process of soaking my girlie panties with

Her Pee. I couldn't help but notice the Cock pointing directly

towards my face as I saw the Pee trickling onto my panties. It

was strapped on securely. I knew I would soon experience its

length in my newly widened hole. The tears and Pee drew dark

black lines of mascara down my blushing cheeks. Buffy

collected the towelling and squeezed the overflow over my

panties again. I was sopping wet from cum and Pee, and before

I could recover from my pain, Cindy had pushed me out the door

of Her apartment, into the hall.

I banged on the door, begging them to let me in! I heard

sounds coming up the stairs. my panties were dripping urine

and cum, and my butt plug filled my gaping vagina as the clit

strap pulled taut on my flaccid clittie. I banged louder! I

pleaded to enter Their place of humiliation. "Say it like a

girlie, sissy ronnie!!" came a chorus of two from behind the

door. The steps on the staircase grew louder. I ran for the

stairwell at the other end of the hall as the same two Catholic

schoolgirls returned for lunch in their outfits which looked

just like mine. They captured a glimpse of my sobbing sissy

face as I turned and ran away, Pee pouring from under my

pleated skirt. my yellowed panties peeked at them from under

my soiled skirt as I ran red faced down the hall, as quickly as

my little hairless legs could take me, and leaving a trail of

Urine behind me. They giggled loudly as I ran down the stairs

to the floor below.

I quickly ran across the floor below to the stairwell the girls

had just come up and sprinted up them to Buffy and Cindy's

floor, leaving Pee behind me everywhere I turned. I pounded on

the door, and in my most girlish voice, to please Cindy &

Buffy, said, "Please let me in!!! I'm peeing in my panties!!!"

I surprised myself. I sounded exactly like a 10 year old girl!

A beautiful woman opened the door. She was not familiar

looking at all. She stood six feet tall and had long, shapely

Legs encased in white stockings under a blue silk dress. Her

Hips were wide and womanly. She looked over Her Big, Pillowy

Breasts at me, squatting at the door begging to get in. Then I

looked up at the door. 324!!! Cindy and Buffy's room was

224!!! SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! I had climbed an extra flight of

stairs!!!

I heard a somewhat motherly, somewhat low and sultry voice come

from 324..."Come back little girl...." I left a puddle in front

of room 324 and scampered back downstairs, trickling Pee behind

me. I pounded on 224, and even more girlishly, delivered my

lines.

The two Catholic girls opened their door and giggled as Cindy

opened Her door and dragged me into 224. "Can't you hold it,

little girl?" is what I heard as the door shut behind me and I

lay on the floor, sopping wet and extremely embarrassed!

I was led to the bedroom where I was again daintyfied, wearing

a pretty pink and white checkered gingham dress with fluffy

petticoats underneath. My soaked white cotton briefs were

replaced carefully by Buffy with another clean pair of pink

rhumba panties. The dry, clean panties felt good upon my skin

and the lace on the tushie cushioned my aching behind as I sat.

White tights went over this, followed by black china flats. I

emerged after another lengthy makeup session looking like Alice

in Wonderland. I believe that was the idea. We ate dinner

together, amid more humiliation, and was told about a Costume

party Cindy was having this evening. Apparently I was to be

Alice ....

Then I spent the early evening doing everyone laundry. my

other pink rhumba panties never survived Wednesday night.... I

loved caressing the dainty items, as I gently laundered all the

remnants of the past days down the drain, but not before

experiencing Buffy and Cindy's lovely Womanhood, breathing in

the Aroma from the crotch of Their Panties. Cindy caught me

enjoying this, and forced me to wear Her Red Panties on my

wigged head, with the crotch over my nose, until the party.

This only accentuated the strain on my sissy pink clittiestrap.

I helped Buffy into Her Scarlet O'Hara Hoop Dress... She had

long white satin pantaloons and white stockings which I helped

Her with. Then I helped lace up Her heavily boned white

corset, Her Flesh exuding from around its tightness. Then the

Dress ..... oh......

I did Buffy's hair in long, tight curls..... She emerged as a

Big, Buxom, Beautiful Southern Belle. Her Billowy Breasts

barely supported in the plunging dress. we made a cute couple,

Cindy said. Cindy decided to host the party as a cheerleader

... She looked so cute again in that outfit. When I wasn't

greeting guests, I was to spend the entire party under Buffy's

Big Hoop Skirt on all fours, being properly subservient.

Party time soon arrived, and Cindy instructed me to hand out

raffle tickets to People as They came through the door, and

greet Them with a big red kiss on the cheek. My lipstick

needed to be refreshened often, and the make up kit was by my

side, always.

I met some of them... Laura, Carolyn, and Others came through

the door, and All were greeted with loving, wet, girlish kisses

as They came in in various costumes. Some came dressed as

Harlots, Some as Little Girls, One even came in a big fuzzy

rabbits costume ... She was close to my height, but broader,

and covered head to toe in white fur ... I couldn't see Her

Face, but I recognized the voice from somewhere... I handed

Each Lady and Gentleman a raffle ticket and saw Cindy whisper

something to Them as They came in. I asked Cindy what the

tickets are for, but She would only say,"...you will find out

soon enough, sissy ronnie hammer, my dainty little girl....."

Once all the guests arrived, I assumed my position of

subservience under Buffy's Skirt. It was rather dark under

there, but Her Pudgy Ass which I tongue fucked hours before was

quite visible, tightly encased in the glistening, white satin

pantaloons. I heard people asking "where the cute little girl

I saw went..." Cindy made sure everyone had a peek under the

back of Buffy's Dress to see "sweet little sissy ronnie"

dressed as Alice in Wonderland on all fours down there with my

pantied ass high in the air, the ruffles of my petticoat

pushing my skirt above my waist.

The party was a big success, or so I heard. I was unable to

enjoy much of the festivity, although I had a bit of a party of

my own under Buffy's Dress, as either of us Sisters will attest

to. I spent the entire time being ridiculed by the Guests as I

crawled under Buffy's Dress all evening. I have a sneaky

suspicion that I was the star attraction of the party. The

party ended quite late, and I was happy to be on my feet again.

My hands and knees were quite sore. I was also happy to see

Cindy & Buffy's Faces again (although the evening's view wasn't

so bad itself (*wink*).

We all hugged each other after changing into our appropriate

bed clothing Cindy fed me another pacifier, and I thanked Her

with a Big Hug. As I lay falling asleep, I noticed the big

brown box from Tuesday the return address on it was --

Wardrobes by Carolyn in Massachusetts... Buffy and I held each

other tightly in our pink nightdresses as we nodded off. We

became so much more alike that day... I never did find out

what those raffle tickets were for over the course of the

evening ....

Saturday morning was much cooler, and Buffy had opened the

windows of Their apartment last night; no air conditioning was

needed today. A delightful breeze circulated across the

bedroom, and all three of us Girls enjoyed the cool, fresh air

blowing across our satin encased bodies as We laid atop the

sheets that morning. We were glad to see the heat wave

subside.

Soon I realized that it was time to get up again, however, and

Buffy and I went through what was becoming quite a routine (and

an enjoyable one at that...) of preening ourselves and each

other as little girls. Party dresses with full satin

undergarb, petticoats, ankle sox, and Mary Janes were once

again the order for the morning for Buffy and myself. The

laundry having been lovingly done by yours truly, sissy ronnie,

Buffy decided to take the yellow party dress and let me have

the pink one. our satin rhumba panties, of course, matched our

dresses. I felt so much at home in the party dress, with its

delicate taffeta and dainty embroidery as a constant reminder

of my new age and gender. The blush on my cheeks had become

part of my new face -- not some sort of disguise. Somehow, I

felt that a very tough disguise had been REMOVED from me, and

that my true sissy self was finally showing through. This made

me feel good; I'll be forever indebted to Cindy and Buffy for

that... I felt like I could finally express myself truthfully.

Buffy and I endured a thorough helping of Smurfs and Muppet

Babies that morning. Muppet Babies was actually fun... Buffy

kept giggling that I kinda looked like Baby Piggie, the way my

panties peeked out from under my pink dress. She was somewhat

right, and i started to speak of myself as "sissy moi", in a

Baby Piggie voice. we both giggled and rolled around.

Smurfs presented another opportunity for my "BIG" Sister and I

to sing like the little girls we were. The cartoons were all

enjoyable and Cindy certainly enjoyed watching Her little girls

being as feminine as possible. I enjoyed pleasing Her. I

began to not only realize that the humiliation I had received

over the past few days would never stop for me, but also that

it was merely Cindy's way of making sure my role was properly

submissive and feminine. I loved Cindy.

Today, Cindy was wearing White Sweats. Her Black Satin

Panties were clearly visible through the tight Seat of Her

Pants, and She knew this was a stimulating factor. As

lunchtime approached, I asked Cindy a question that I had never

really phrased properly before. I crawled on my hands and

hairless knees in my frilly party dress, its skirt swaying to

and for, its tight bodice making my slim, girlish figure ever

present, its puffy sleeves encasing my hairless, sissy arms ...

and asked:

"Mistress Cindy, is there anything my unworthy sissyness can do

to please You?"

I cooed to Her as a 10 year old girl, and She stroked my

pigtails, saying, "Yes, little girl, I wanted to fuck you

yesterday, but you ran away, peeing in your panties... I want

to fuck you now."

She led me and Buffy to the bedroom. Buffy and Cindy secured

my sissy, painted hands to the canopy bed's ornate posts. Then

my pink ribbon was untied and my clit strap removed. my little

clittie hurt terribly, as it grew erect from its confines next

to my vagina. Then Buffy slowly twisted the butt plug out of

my vagina as Cindy tied my feet to the two remaining posts. My

hairless appendages were secured to the pink bed with thin pink

satin ribbons. Cindy then pulled down Her White Sweatpants and

strapped on the 8 inch Penis over Her Black Satin Panties.

Buffy produced two pacifiers, and Cindy prepared one for each

of us. Buffy's was coated with Cindy's Womanhood, and mine was

rotated within Cindy's dark rectum and then pushed into my

mouth. I sucked lightly at first, closing my eyes, but then

increased the sucking dramatically as I felt Cindy's Hard Penis

entering my vagina. Cindy was so careful, these past few days,

making sure my vagina was properly prepared, and stretched a

little bit more every day. it was now eager to accept Cindy's

8 inches, and I found that I could use my sphincter muscles to

daintily caress Her Penis as It travelled in and out of my

sissyness, despite my position in bondage.

I enjoyed the Greasy Shaft sliding inside me, and my clit rose

within my torn pink panties. Buffy began to stroke it, but

Cindy made Her stop. "you shouldn't touch such dirty, naughty

things..." She added.

Buffy took a second Rubber Penis, and slowly fucked Herself, as

she lay on the side of the bed, through the leg band of Her

Panties. I saw Her Juices oozing over Its length and over the

Crotch of Her Undies. Then Buffy strapped this Penis on, over

Her Panties, straddled my taffeta-encased chest, threw Her

Petticoat over my head, and stuck the Slimy Dick into my mouth.

"Suck, sissy ronnie cocksucker!" Buffy demanded. I tasted

Buffy's Sweet Pussy all along the length of The Shaft, and I

eagerly sucked. I could see nothing, as Her Petticoat were

bouncing over my face. I sucked plump little Buffy's Penis

harder as the layers of satin frill slid across my girlish

face. She fingered Herself through Her Yellow Rhumba Panties

as I sucked Her Penis. She moaned with every shove of its 8

inches into my mouth and throat. I took It All, through both

entrances. Cindy pushed Her Dick into me with even greater

force. The video camera was squarely fixed to my moaning,

blushing face.

Buffy announced that She was going to Cum, and with a jerk, i

felt warm fluid ooze through Her Panties and onto my chest.

She placed Her entire Weight on my sissy chest and squirmed

with violent motions as She soaked not only Her Panties, but my

pink party dress with Her Cum.

Buffy pleased Cindy from behind Her, in a way that I could not

see, as I was tied to the bed, but Cindy eventually Came. As

She Did, Her Cock slid Its entire length into me. I accepted

It with a girlish wince as it touched what must have been my

undiscovered "G Spot". my clit shot erect in my panties, but I

did not cum. It was more than pleasure enough to see the

smiles on Buffy's and Cindy's Faces after I pleased Them.

It was almost three when I finally was ready for a fresh change

of clothes. I had been messed up earlier, and I was to freshen

up for the Girls with a bath and fresh makeup before a late

lunch. As I stepped out of the bathroom, butt plug inserted,

and clit securely tucked, I was greeted by Buffy and Cindy, as

They stood in the bedroom wearing knee length, tight Black

Dresses, Black Stockings, Black Pumps, and Black fingerless

Lace Gloves. Buffy was holding what appeared to be a rather

familiar looking box... Cindy commanded sternly, "This is to

be your outfit for the rest of the day ... and evening,

because you are so concerned about pleasing Us."

I took the box from Buffy's lacy hands, and quickly ripped it

open. All I was wearing was my butt plug, my pink leather

clittiestrap, and my pink satin ribbon.

A look of surprise and fear fell across my blushing face.

Inside the box was a Black Taffeta "french maid's" Dress, with

white lace trim around the plunging neckline and short, puffy

sleeves, and a short, yet billowing skirt. A Black Bustier,

complete with Black Garter Straps daintily descending from its

lacy bottom lay under the dress. Under that, stiff white

crinoline petticoats, to hold the skirt out at proper distance

from my sissyness. Finally, Accessories were scattered across

the bottom of the box: Black Fishnet Stockings, Black Satin

Pumps, a ruffled White Apron, a White Choker, and a White Head

Cap Buffy produced a second box containing a long Blond Wig,

Its Hair remarkably similar to Buffy's own, natural Hair.

Buffy first applied additional blush to my already overdone

cheeks. Her expert hands turned my face into that of an

expensive harlot. Yet, I felt cheap and used. My cheeks

blushed still further as Buffy encased me in the Black Satin

Bustier. I sucked in my stomach as Buffy tightened the laces

on the heavily boned garment, its red ribbon trim running down

the front and its flouncy black lace encircling its bottom and

my bust line my falsies fit in quite well, and filled out my

Bustier to a 40 D.

My Pudgy Big Sister then slid proper maid's panties up my

trembling hairless legs. Black Satin Briefs with White Lace

running in horizontal rows across my sissy ass seemed so

appropriate when in a position of servitude. my Fishnet

stockings made my legs so feminine, letting their hairless

creamy texture show through. I felt so proud of my legs as I

fastened the 6 garter straps, the straps feeling like iron bars

caging in my panties and the unworthyness therein.

Then the Shoes... I fit into the Satin Pumps easily as I sat

on the bed, but as I stood into them, I stumbled over myself,

losing my balance on the high heels. Soon, however, after

being commanded to prance around the bedroom in my sultry

undergarments, exposing my big tits & ass as well as my sharply

legs, I became accustomed to the footwear.

I looked in the mirror. I was so proud of my big titties. My

plump, round ass stuck out far behind me and swayed torridly as

i walked in the pumps. my tiny wasp-waist flared gracefully to

my wide, pantied hips. "you look divine....," Cindy stated.

I loved the tiny red floral appliques on the front of my

bustier. That was soon covered, though, as Buffy helped me

into my stiff crinoline. The petticoats flared even more than

my party dresses, and the white lace on the back of my

maid's-panties peeked from under the crinoline with even the

slightest bend at the waist.

The wig added the cutest, girlish look to my body, as it was

next. The long blond curls cascaded over my shoulders with

feminine grace.

Finally I was fitted into the Black Taffeta Dress. The

petticoats held the skirt out so far ... I felt totally

sissyfied. I flounced up the skirt around me, enjoying its

fullness. Along with the choker, cap, and the apron, tied in a

big white satin bow behind me, I was a perfect picture of

feminized servitude. I wished to devote myself to pleasing the

Girls

Evening arrived quickly; I knew this was to be the last evening

I would spend with the Girls before I was to go back to my

dormitory room and prepare for school on Monday. Buffy and

Cindy mentioned that we would be having a dinner guest, and I

was to be on my best behavior. Cindy instructed me on the

proper way for Her sissy maid to walk, sauntering with my

hairless ass stuck far behind me and my big tits far in front;

to talk, with a girlish, faint lisp, and only when spoken to;

to bend, always from the waist, never at the knees; and to act,

in a totally subservient, pleasurable way for All.

The doorbell rang, and I rushed to answer it, my sissy skirt

flipping up with each prance of my pump-encased feet. There in

the doorway was the Woman I saw from 324! When I heard Her

say, "Good evening, sissy girl, My name is Daisy," I realized

that She was the Woman wearing the big white bunny suit at

Cindy's party the previous evening. Daisy gave me a deep, warm

kiss, Her tongue darting everywhere within my lipstick painted

mouth. Then She pinched me under my skirt, and whispered into

my ear, nibbling on my earring:"I won You in the raffle last

night, sissy ronnie, you are Mine for the evening..." I nearly

collapsed in Daisy's warm, powerful embrace.

Dinner was a major event; I created the most exquisite Chinese

dinner, under Cindy's watchful command. I was constantly being

told to grab my ankles for Daisy as I cooked, making it an even

more difficult affair. She loved seeing my lace-striped

panties peek from under my crinoline petticoats, and teased me

all evening. Dinner was lovely, and all the other Girls

thought so, but I was made to eat after Daisy, Buffy and Cindy

finished. I was on duty, serving them, and had enough for

myself after the table was cleaned up. When the Girls all had

their fill, they walked to the living room and watched video

cassettes of my previous performances. I was so embarrassed!

Daisy was making cooing sounds from the other room as I ate. I

saw Cindy's hand up Daisy's black dress. Daisy looked

marvelous. She was so buxom, tall and powerful; She looked

like the "Perfect Dominitrix".

I served Them Cognac as They watched the videos. They were

very turned on by the tapes, though, and I knew that I would

soon be called upon to please Daisy's Womanhood. When I wasn't

busy serving the Women, I was to stand in the corner and watch

the videos as well -- from between my fishnet-encased legs. I

bent over (at the waist), grabbed my ankles as faced the

corner, and watched. This was the most embarrassing position I

had been in all week, my sissy panties riding high into my

hairless crotch as I bent. The garter straps which encased my

panties pulled tightly upon my stockings as I bent, making the

bustier seem even tighter.

When the videos were complete, and the Girls were

sufficiently aroused, I was led into the bedroom by the three

Girls. I was tied to the posts as before, only belly down this

time. My pantied ass rose high into the air, as Cindy

commanded, and a small hole was torn into the rear of my black

satin panties. my ribbon was released and my butt plug removed

from behind me. In this position, I could not see well at all

from behind me.

I then felt Her enter me. Daisy entered my deflowered

womanhood with great strength. Her Penis felt warm inside my

vagina and I used my anal muscles to stimulate Her strap-on

rubber Cock. The friction inside my body made It feel so real,

so warm. I was being fucked by a strong, commanding Dominitrix

and I was happy to concede my gaping hole to Her as Her

lubricated Penis quickly moved in and out of the hole in my

panties.

Then Daisy moaned, and removed Herself from me. Cindy put half

Her Fist in my still pulsating pussy, and Buffy quickly stroked

my clit. They were working on me as Daisy stepped to my side

of the bed and raised Her Skirt. Her Pink Panties shone like

rays of sun over the tops of Her Pink Stockings, held by a Pink

Garter Belt. Then i saw Her Penis. It was not rubber at all!

I had just been raped by... by I don't know... it sure looks

like a woman, except... then She removed Her Dress.... She

was a SheMale! Her Huge, plunging Tits hung suspended by the

laciest, most feminine pink bra I've ever seen, as I strained

my neck to look away from that... that penis!

She pushed it into my mouth. I tasted the inside of my own

hole as She fucked my face. Daisy spanked me hard, and

commanded me to suck! I refused... I never was homophobic and

never criticized anyone elses life-style, but I knew

homosexuality was not my bag. She spanked me again, and then I

felt the rest of Cindy's Fist enter my pussy. I cringed, but

soon realized that I had better please Daisy as a subservient

sissy cocksucker, or my ass would be ripped up my back!

Cindy's Fist started to twist and pump inside me. Buffy's

gloved Hand stroked my clittie through my panties, and I became

erect. I sucked, licked, and pleased Daisy. Being a SheMale,

on hormones, I sucked quite some time before She became

completely aroused. I had to work overtime on Her Penis, but

eventually I had it pulsating inside my mouth. Cindy and Buffy

tormented my body as I pleased Daisy. my anal passage being

stretched beyond recognition by Cindy's knowing Hand, Buffy

continued Her clit torture.

I went into convulsions, with each movement of my body in

response to Buffy's stroking causing Cindy's Fist and Daisy's

Penis to travel further into me. Daisy and I came at the same

time, my panties being filled with what seemed to be the

biggest load of cum in my life, and my face receiving a classic

facial cum-shot. Daisy's Juices splattered my blond hair, my

painted eyes, and my blushing cheeks. It dripped down my nose

and cheeks, rolling over my red lips. I wanted so much to wipe

it off, but Daisy held my head up as all the Girls giggled,

watching me cringe with the Goo oozing over my entire face. My

hands being tied to the posts, I was helpless. Then they left,

All giggling, without untying me. I heard them all enjoying

themselves on the floor upstairs (324) as Daisy's Cum dried on

my face, my cum dried in my panties, and my ass ached terribly.

my clit strap had been refastened and my butt plug reinserted.

I eventually fell asleep, totally shocked, embarrassed and

feminized.

Buffy returned Sunday morning, as the sun rose, and released

me, from my position of bondage. She unlocked Cindy's trunk

and dressed me in the Cheerleading Outfit again, after I

washed. She then released me from my confining clit strap and

butt plug my pussy felt like a large, gaping hole. it felt so

unusual with nothing filling it. I knew that it was to be

filled to remain properly stretched, so I asked Buffy for the

plug. She reinserted it, and I cooed. I felt better. Then

came my pink rhumba panties again. They felt so natural.

Buffy then helped me on with my parka. The heat had picked up

again, and it was 95 outside. Oh, well....

As Buffy kissed me and bid me farewell, She commanded, "Be here

like you are dressed now on Friday at 5 PM sharp, little sissy

ronnie girl!" I knew I would return, again and again...

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