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Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 17:48:18 EDT

From: VickieTern <VickieTern@aol.com>

Subject: Letter to the Staff

TG: Letter mailed by Vickie Tern femdom Fm mm

Everything here is fictional except the Web Site cited. Log on

to it or this story only if of age, and only at your own risk.

Letter to the Staff of http://www.sissify.com

(as dictated to Vickie Tern)

Dear Sissify Staff:

I think you should know how my signing on with you has changed my

life. I know I'm happier now by far, but that isn't up to me any

more. My girlfriend now owns me and she's so satisfied with me

that finally she has decided to marry me. But ours hasn't exactly

been a typical romance. I'd better tell you about it.

I've always enjoyed imagining what it would be like to be a girl,

to look as pretty and dress the way girls do. I've downloaded lots

of stories about it from the Net. But I've never had the courage

to try it myself, not even to try on a pair of panties. The

thought always got me trembling. My urges got so powerful they

frightened me -- I couldn't tell where they'd lead. That's why I

joined up immediately when I saw your web site instructing me how to

become a virtual girl. It was fun obeying your orders, and

pretending I was doing all those feminine things, and then reading

your encouraging messages.

Well, it happens that a couple of months ago I was reading where you

explain to sissies how to please their men by sucking their cocks,

when suddenly I heard my girlfriend's voice just behind me.

"Oh, my!" she said. "How fascinating! But you read so slowly,

Andy! Scroll down so I can see which they advise you to do first,

lick the pre-cum off the tip of the man's cock or just take the

whole head into your mouth! Which do you do?"

I was shocked! Never so embarrassed in my life! There behind me

was my girlfriend Kate calmly reading the screen over my shoulder!

How long had she been there?! What must she think of me!? That

would never have happened last year when she was still doing office

work, and wore perfume and clicked around all day on heels. I

always knew when she was home, from her scent and her sound. But

then she finished her nursing degree and took that job in that

downtown clinic, and now between her rubber-soled shoes and her

silent ways she could be anywhere! Like, just behind me!

"Is this what you dream about when you're not working?" she asked.

"Becoming a girl? Tell me, sweetie, right now is that what you are

in your own mind? If that what you want to be? Do you want to

wear pretty clothes, and look cute, so boys will like you? I mean

even when you aren't giving them head?"

"I e-mailed a long report in this afternoon," was all I could think

to say. "My boss says he's happy with it. I thought I'd just look

around a little," I finished vaguely. My face was flushed deep

red because now the screen was illustrating the best ways to slide

your bright red lips up and down a cock so a man will cum in your

mouth.

"Let's see what this place is, what the web site is where you like

to just look around a little."

Before I could reach for an off-switch she leaned over and took the

mouse and began clicking her way back and forth through the whole

Sissify web site. I just sat there, humiliated. There was no

escaping even the name, "Sissify." That is what it was for. For

feminizing men. She glanced at medical papers on hormones and

stories about wives and girlfriends converting men into their

sisters or whores and different domineering women demanding that

their sissies wear panties and brassieres all the time and pictures

of men fully dressed as women with real breasts and real cocks too,

and many appreciative letters to the staff thanking them for their

help. Now and then she glanced at me, a slight smile curling her

mouth. In no time she'd seen it all.

"Well," she said. "Very interesting. I see you didn't just

stumble into this garden of delights. You had to join up, didn't

you, uh, 'Annie.' That's your screen name, isn't it, sweetheart?

That's so sweet! You even had to fill out an elaborate

questionnaire, didn't you? You really want this, don't you?"

She remembered something. "Did you remember to tell them how once

you volunteered to rinse out my soiled undies, and I let you? I

thought it was an odd offer at the time, and I wondered about you.

Did you sniff them? Did you try on some of my prettier panties

afterward?"

"No, I didn't dare." I had nothing else to say. I sat there

clutching my hands in my lap. Nowhere to hide! I felt devastated!

"You didn't dare follow out your little urges? You wanted me to

tell you to wear my panties?" Her voice was no longer mocking, but

it had taken on an odd lilt.

I said nothing. That was what I wanted, yes.

"You know, Andy dear," she went on. "I've been thinking about your

proposal to me, your wanting to marry me? I mean, we do live

together and all, but I'd had no idea you felt that way toward me,

that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me and all. I

was really deeply moved, Andy honey, really, and I've been looking

very deeply into my own feelings and needs since then. Into what

I want in a husband. But this puts a different color on a decision

like that, doesn't it? It does make a difference."

I got frightened. "Kate, please!!" I said. I'd blown it! She'll

never want to marry me now! Oh, God! "Kate, this isn't me!" I

almost started to cry. "I've never done any of these things!"

"Why not?"

A surprising question. I turned to look behind me, and found I was

looking straight into her eyes. They were quite serious, curious,

not at all scornful. I couldn't answer her. Because I'm a real

man, not a sissy? Because the idea scared me? Would pretending to

be a woman scare a real man? Any answer declared that I was either

a wannabe sissy or a pathetic wimp! So I said nothing.

There was one pathetic wimp in our circle we saw socially now and

then, and I'd always felt sorry for him. In fact just the previous

week Kate's best friend Claire had brought him to dinner with her

-- they were married. Claire is a strong-minded, no-nonsense

doctor where they both work, stunning and self-assured, and Wilmer

looks to be her complete opposite -- he's good-looking enough,

and well-built, but very quiet, even timid. I think he's an

accountant. And Claire keeps him that way. Wilmer spoke up only

twice all evening and she put him down both times, and he looked

apologetic both times.

After they left we talked about mismatched couples. Kate thought

Wilmer an interesting choice in a man for a dynamic woman like

Claire. "She likes to be in charge, I suppose," she said.

"There's something to say for that."

I thought so too. "I guess Claire likes wearing the pants. Or

maybe she enjoys Wilmer so much from the waist down -- he looks

pretty fit, physically -- that she doesn't mind any deficiencies

higher up."

Kate started to say something about that, then lapsed silent.

But now, I thought, she's surely thinking I'm another Wilmer! Oh,

God!

Suddenly she came around in front of me and pushed my keyboard to

one side and turned and leaned her round rump onto the edge of my

desk and then lifted up and sat down right where the keyboard had

been. There just under my face was her crotch, covered by her

tight jeans, the deep crease between her legs visible despite the

heavy denim. Her labia may have been swollen the whole length of

her slit. Was she excited about something? I couldn't take my

eyes off that crease. Was the denim dark there, because she was a

little wet?

Now her body was blocking the screen. "Never mind these games you

like to play with your imagination," she said. "Let's see what

you're really capable of doing. Do you really want to be my

submissive sissy girl, Annie honey? To do everything I tell you?

Let's say I want you to kiss my pussy, right there where you're

staring? Would you want to?"

There was safety in honesty. "Yes."

"But would you do it? Kiss it just the way it is, just because I

tell you to? I've had no shower all day, and there's sweat and who

knows what other kinds of dried moisture down there, maybe even

some pee that never got wiped away. And who knows what else right

now." She wiggled her bottom on the desk a few times, tempting me.

I thought about it. We'd never done any oral sex, just a lick and

a promise once, right after we'd both showered and gotten into bed.

She didn't seem to want it, at least from me. So this was a test

of some kind.

"Yes," I said.

"What if I've just been with another man, and haven't had time to

clean myself up. Would you kiss me there anyhow? Like right now?"

Now she was playing with me. There haven't been any other men.

There couldn't have been. "Have you been?" I asked.

"That's not the question. The question is, would you if I told you

to? Now that you're worried, why don't you ask me to let you kiss

my pussy? Are you afraid to ask, sissy girl!"

"Please, Kate," I blurted out desperately, trying to show her I was

a man, not afraid to ask. "May I kiss your pussy?" There it still

was, that magical crease curving down below her pelvic mound.

"Please, who?"

I thought a moment. I knew she was a quick study, and I couldn't

be sure what she'd absorbed while she was surfing her way through

"Sissify." So I went all out. "Please, Mistress Kate, may I kiss

your beautiful cunt? Please?"

"Maybe," she replied.

She sounded as if she were enjoying this new teasing game. I

didn't dare look up and break the spell. It isn't polite to look

directly at your Mistress's face when you are being dominated.

"Annie, I don't think I want you to call me "Mistress," except

maybe when I need to be strict with you. But you can't call me

'Kate' any more. It isn't respectful from a sissy-girl. "'Kate'

is for an equal, for a boyfriend or a girlfriend. And you aren't

my boyfriend right now, and you aren't my girlfriend either. Not

yet. So you'd better call me 'Ms. Katherine' or 'Ma'am' until

you're one or the other. Are you willing to serve me

unquestioningly, Annie dear? To do everything I tell you? To be

mine? For me to own you?"

I was absolutely entranced! This was too good to be true! Here

was my actual girlfriend playing my favorite fantasy game, and I

never knew she even knew about that kind of thing! Maybe we could

stretch this out through the entire weekend? "Oh, Yes, Ms.

Katherine!" I replied. I glanced quickly up, then shyly back down

to her crotch again. She was indeed grinning broadly to herself,

delighted about something, and from the gleam in her eyes I could

see that her mind was racing away at a mile a minute! "Yes,

Ma'am!," I repeated for emphasis.

"Everything? I mean it, Andy! I really mean it! Are you sure you

don't want to back away!"

What could she have in mind? I didn't care! I was ecstatic!

"Yes, Ms. Katherine."

"Then in token of your new servile status you may touch your nose

and mouth to my pussy and sniff me once, and then kiss me through

my jeans. Later maybe I'll let you smell my naked slit and lick up

anything you find there, if you can prove you're really sincere,

and if you do everything I ask. Not yet."

She paused for a moment. I could tell that all kinds of switches

were closing on plans in her head. "Then, Annie dear, I want you

to go up to our bedroom and strip yourself naked and wait for me to

join you there. I need to make some arrangements down here before

we continue with this."

I hesitated. Had she finished speaking?

"I should have known about this streak in you, Andy, or now you're

'Annie,' aren't you? But I can't say I've ever suspected it!

Well! It couldn't be more convenient!"

I waited.

"Go on, go ahead! Hurry up! Kiss me, then upstairs quickly, and

wait! I'll want to look through other files in this computer of

yours, too, and see what else has been on your mind. I want to see

what else you like to think constitutes the good life."

So I closed my eyes and leaned forward and nuzzled her crotch. The

denim was in fact damp, with a faint end-of-day body odor, like

perspiration, a little sour, and a little musky, but nothing

specific. I pushed my face deep into her, then kissed her gently.

She responded by pushing her pussy back into my face ever so

slightly, just once, as if nodding in acknowledgement.

Then not daring to look at her again I stood up and ran out of the

room, up into our bedroom, and I stripped down. I was still

terribly embarrassed, but now also terribly excited, and I had this

incredible boner, the biggest and hardest I've ever had! Nothing

like this had happened between us in the whole time we'd been

living together, nearly two years! It had started out as a pairing

of convenience, I had the whole house and she had money to share

the rent. Then it quickly become a bedding down of convenience too

-- we liked each other and we got on, and we slept together

whenever either of us wanted to. Then after a while it looked as

if we were going steady. She had other friends, and I did too, and

we had no specific understandings and made no exclusive claims on

each other, but there we were. Little by little my other really

intimate relationships dropped away. Kate worked long hours, days

and nights sometimes, and she took a girl's night out with Claire

or some other woman from work now and then, to unwind with them.

But otherwise we'd become a close couple.

Not long ago I realized that I was in love with her. I couldn't

stop thinking about her. She's tall, with smooth dark hair that

just barely curls in to hug her neck above her shoulders, and huge

eyes and wide cheekbones, always with a grave but gentle expression

on her face, and she always moves gracefully, perfectly

self-assured. She's everything feminine I'd ever wanted! And she

has this positive way about her, touched with playfulness. I

realized I'd do anything for her!

So I finally got up the nerve and asked her to marry me. I wanted

us to go on forever. She'd never suggested to me that she felt the

same way about me, but she listened to me carefully, I thought

affectionately, and then quietly she'd told me she'd let me know.

It might take some time, there were things she wanted to think

about, she said, but her answer for now was not 'No' and I'd have

to be content with that.

But now, I thought despairing as I sat on the bed naked, waiting

for her, the odds for a 'Yes' had dropped to zero. My cock shrank

down.

After a long half-hour, maybe more, she came into the bedroom. In

between I heard her make a couple of phone calls, and mutter some

things in a low voice, and share a laugh with someone at the other

end once, someone female I figured because she finished the

conversation squealing in delight and giggling about something I

couldn't quite make out. I was sitting on the bed waiting for her

as ordered. No big deal, we'd seen each other in the buff almost

from the moment she moved in. It was a matter of convenience, two

people living together and sleeping together and working odd hours.

She shut the door behind her. "I see you haven't learned some of

the things I've learned while scanning your interesting little

collection of smut. First of all, what does a sexual inferior say

when he's been permitted to kiss his Lady's private parts? You

came here without a word."

"Thank you, Ms. Katherine," I instantly replied, making a mental

note never to forget that courtesy when we next got to play this

game together.

"Do you know how to curtsy when you say that, sissy girl?"

I stood up and tried. Right foot back, hands at sides, bend the

other knee, and bow. Or something like that.

"And how does a sissy await a Mistress when she's told him to wait

for her?"

I immediately fell to my knees and pushed my forehead into the shag

rug that covered the floor. My cock became hard again, crammed

between my belly and my thighs.

"That's better," she said.

Then for ten more minutes, not a word from her. She went into her

closet and rustled among the clothes hangers, and she opened a

locked cabinet where she kept different things related to her work,

and closed it again, and she hummed to herself for a minute or two,

I imagined she was doing something that didn't require her full

attention. I heard her sit down on the bed behind me, and I

worried that now I was presenting my backside to her, high up in

the air, mooning her. That didn't seem very respectful. But I

didn't dare raise my head or change my position.

"Annie dear."

My penis gave a little leap at that, and I settled in to listen

very carefully, eager to play the submissive some more with her!

"I told you before that I was going to test your sincerity. I mean

really test it. What I have in mind is not a game, though I'm sure

you still think it is. I hope you'll like the new relationship I

have in mind, and that afterward you'll truly appreciate what I've

done. If you do, we may even end up married after all!"

My heart bounded up at that, and I felt it beat powerfully inside

me! Hope!

"But not everything a sissy girl ends up doing is necessarily what

she expected or wanted to do in the first place, is it, Annie?"

"No, Ma'am," I muttered, my mouth muffled by the thick shag rug.

My knees were grateful for that rug at the moment. Kate apparently

had a plan now fully ripened in her mind. Did it include whipping,

or torture? I wasn't into pain of any kind, as my knees already

testified. I hoped not. It surely involved the entire weekend the

way I'd hoped, because she'd said "afterward," and talked about how

we'd "end up." Maybe even married!

"I saw from all those stories you read downstairs what turns you

on. Not cruelty, but humiliation. You really want to feel

yourself being transformed into a woman. Any of your usual manly

pride or dignity has to be melted down, made to feel uncomfortable,

even intolerable, so you'll be eager to collaborate with me as I

reshape you into what I want. That's what assures me you'll obey

me in everything, isn't it? That my way becomes the course of

least resistance for you. Not what you think my way ought to be,

and not your way. My way!"

Kate had this incredible ability to get to the heart of things! I

was enthralled! "Yes, Ms. Katherine," I said. "That's it

exactly!"

"Your opinion whether I'm exact or not is not welcome, Annie!" Kate

snapped. "I asked you for a simple 'yes'!"

I cringed even further into the shag rug, my mouth now filling with

the yarn, but I dared not lift my head. "Yes, Ma'am," I said

muffled.

"And you know from your stories that sissy submissives often get

more than they bargained for, don't they? Mistresses go much

further than their slaves mean for them to go, don't they? That's

where the excitement comes in, doesn't it? From feeling that

things are out of control, that control has passed from your

desires to hers, that you're now helpless to resist her desires,

that you've made yourself her creature. Don't bother to answer

this time. I know this is so."

I writhed for just a moment to try to dislodge my mouthful of shag

rug. It was effectively gagging me. But since my forehead had to

stay plastered to the floor, my mouth filled all the more.

"All right, Annie, you've been warned. You know now that I

understand not just the rituals of this game you want to play, but

its soul. And that I understand your soul! That if you are to be

my servant, you'll be my kind of servant, not your kind. My slave.

That I'll possess you absolutely. And I mean for life!"

She paused. Was she talking about marriage? No, not exactly. Now

I felt genuinely frightened. But so deliciously! She said she'd

go even further than I'd dreamed! Was she serious? I really

couldn't tell. But that's the way this game had to be played! She

had such a marvelous instinct for it! I was so absolutely

convinced she fully meant everything she said!

In the stories I'd read, whenever a sex-slave accepts his status,

his Lady padlocks a leather collar around his neck, engraved with

her name. Something like that. I waited for Kate to suggest

something like that. And that's what she did next!

"Now Annie, you know that sissies owned by their Ladies always

agree to wear some kind of symbol of their servitude. It's always

more or less permanent, not easily removed. I want you to wear my

symbol every hour of every day, at work, at home, in the shower, in

bed, everywhere."

I was positively enraptured! Just as I'd always hoped! Sweet

juices rose into my distended prick! In my extreme crouch,

squeezed between my pelvis and my thighs, it was perilously close

to exploding, and in buckets! I had to distract myself! I tried

paying not-too-close attention to Kate's words, but it was hard.

I'd been dreaming of this moment much of my life! Would Kate now

fasten a dog collar around my neck? Wrap leather thongs around my

genitals? Lock a chastity tube onto my cock? I was trembling!

"Now Annie, you are going to wear a special pledge to me that's

unmistakable! So you'll never forget who owns you, and how I own

you, and for what! I know you still have to function in the real

world, so it won't be too visible to the casual eye. In most

circumstances you'll be able to hide it. It won't be part of the

way the world sees you, or how you think they see you. Not unless

I tell you to reveal it, as I probably will soon, not right away.

So for now it'll be something just between us, and of course anyone

I may choose to tell about it. You'll feel too ashamed to tell

anyone about it at first, I'm sure, too humiliated. Until you've

re-centered your identity and become what I want you to be. Then

you'll feel proud of it, and then I know you'll want to display it

openly."

Mysterious! Not some kind of cock-binder? A very thin slave

collar to wear under button-down dress shirts at the office? An

ear ring in a pierced ear? She seems to expect I'll wear it all

the time. Well, all right, clearly she doesn't mean to disgrace me

with anything obvious, some massive restraint on my neck or my

ankle that would raise embarrassing questions. She wasn't cruel.

I felt utterly devoted to Kate at that moment. She knew my needs,

and I knew she wouldn't betray them!

"Once again, Andy! 'Andy' for the last time. Think of this as the

most crucial moment of your life! It is for me too, because

whether you know it or not, and I'm sure you don't, you here on

your face with your ass in the air in absolute surrender to me

happens to be just perfect for me! It solves a big problem I've

had for some time! So! Andy, do you accept my guidance in all

things from now on. As you would put it, will you obey me as your

Domme, or Mistress, or Dominatrix, or Lady, whatever you call such

women? As your owner? Do you offer me your most precious gift,

your absolute obedience? Whether or not I choose to care, or even

seem grateful? Am I the one person you will love, honor, and obey,

and have and hold in sickness and health for as long as you live?"

Was she marrying me? Was she agreeing to marry me? No, but I was

delighted anyhow. In her mind I was marrying her! That's half of

it!

Now she was silent, waiting patiently for my answer. All this only

an hour or two after she'd walked into my study and discovered my

secret fantasy life! What other sexual games could she conceive

for next weekend, or whenever we both became weary of this one, I

wondered. What an incredible woman!

"Yes, Ma'am," I remembered to say despite my excitement. "Yes, Ms.

Katherine. Yes, my Lady! I do!"

"I heard you, but this is important, so I want to ask you yet

again. And to warn you yet again. For the third and final time,

Andy. I have in mind some things you may love in fantasy but not

like in reality at all. Not until you become the creature of *my*

fantasy. Are you willing?"

Pain? Torture? I hoped not. Fabulous tests of endurance, of my

devotion to her, of my ability to hold up under enormous hardships

for her sweet sake? I'd love that! I loved her!

"Yes, Ms. Katherine, I am willing!" I finally managed to say it!

I never felt more excited in my life! My heart pounded! I was

near fainting! "Please! Whatever you wish!"

And suddenly a rich joy rose up unbidden and uncontrollable from

deep in my groin into the base of my prick! I couldn't help it!

I felt a ravishing tension rise up in my bowels and become a

rainbow glow, and suffuse itself through all of that part of me

thrust closest to her, filling my thighs with exquisite bliss. My

ass clenched and quivered over and over, and then a glory spilled

out into a rapturous spurt after spurt of hot cum squirting all

over my belly and chest and even in splats into my mouth, crammed

as it now was with yarn from the shag rug! My penis was so

squeezed so tight now between my thighs that I couldn't feel its

spasmodic throbbing, but I felt my body go incandescent! The

entire lower part of me went into orgasm!

Which may be why I felt nothing at all from Kate at that moment.

I expected her to fasten the collar, or attach a lasso to my balls

and lead me away for binding.

She did no such thing. In fact she didn't even know I'd just

enjoyed the greatest climax of my life. As the glow subsided I

realized that the whole grand process had been hidden in the deep

folds of my belly and thighs, and my cum wasn't evident anywhere

just yet.

She merely resumed speaking. But this time I heard a note of

elation in her voice, even though she was trying to maintain the

same controlled tone she'd used earlier. Not casual, though a

touch negligent. Firm, the voice a Mistress should use when

speaking to her servant. But now it also sounded exultant.

"Annie, there is no going back now. You're already changing! The

two pricks you just felt in your rear end were two intramuscular

injections to help get the process under way the moment I had your

fully informed consent, tape recorded and repeated three times."

"Both injections are long term. One will really sissify you as

rapidly as medicine knows how. It will pump estrogen estradiol and

progesterone and certain androgen suppressants into your body for

the next two weeks. Then after we evaluate your body's response to

the dosage we'll implant patches in you so the process can continue

and finish without anyone giving it further thought. It will give

you a girl's way of thinking and feeling, and many characteristics

of a girl's body. You're going to be a girl in your body, not just

in your mind."

"The other shot was a tranquilizer-sedative, the kind we give to

patients undergoing minor surgical procedures. I want to keep you

mellowed out for the next few days, peaceably asleep, because I

want you to remember this initiation with joy, with no associated

pain or soreness. When you awaken, you'll be fitted with your

pledge to me, my symbol of ownership. I've just arranged it with

Claire, and she'll be here shortly to help me fit it properly. For

now only you will know it's there, though you'll never be able to

forget it's there. Until you want everyone to know, and that will

be much sooner than you imagine."

"Annie, you are a dear! You'll know soon enough how very dear you

are to me! When you wake up." Then she added, "Poor sweetie, you

never did get to lick my pussy clean. Well, it'll be here, and

you'll have lots of opportunities."

I remember she said all that, and that it felt increasingly good

that she was saying all those things. What was her "symbol"?

Maybe body piercings? Maybe a ring in my "frenum," whatever that

was? Despite all that talk about shots and changing and all,

everything she said was deeply satisfying, and I felt utterly

content as I rolled over onto my side on the shag rug, asleep.

The next morning I opened my eyes. No! The calendar clock on our

night table said I'd been asleep for three days! So three mornings

later I woke up to sunshine flooding the room.

"There you are, Annie honey!" Kate said, drawing back the last

curtain. Now the light seemed nearly blinding. "I'm on call now

and I've just been called, but I'll be back to see how you're

getting on in about two hours. Today is the first day of the rest

of your life, honey, and believe me, that's not a cliche. You'll

lead a very different life from now on. Just lie there and rest.

Your incisions are practically healed already, and you've been

completely depillated, and now there's nothing much for you to do

but enjoy discovering the new you."

She came over and stood over me. Gradually I remembered. Kate.

She'd found out I was into humiliation fantasies, loss of

masculinity and so on, caught me reading files in Sissify.Com. And

she'd taken over, she owned me. I stared up at her, still unable

to find words to speak. The weekend was over? That must have been

some scene, I thought! Where was I while we played it out? Then

I remembered that talk about tranquilizers, and sedatives, and not

feeling sore.

"Ah, I see you're with us again. Lie still a little longer.

Remember, you're mine now, and you are not to put anything of mine

at risk. I want you to discover how I own you all by yourself, and

when you do I want you to just lie there and do nothing but think

about what it means. You pledged yourself to me, remember."

I lifted my arms to inspect them, and finding nothing, reached down

toward my crotch.

"No, there are no tattoos, and nothing fastened down there either.

And no body parts missing. And nothing buckled or embossed or

inscribed or punctured or pierced. What you're wearing is

implanted, its now part of you. What I want for you. In time they

will become what you want. Understood?"

I nodded.

She left, closing the door gently. I lay there for a moment to

gather more of my wits. Then I rolled over to climb out of bed.

I saw I was wearing one of her frilly nighties with puffed out

sleeves. She had a few, though mostly she wore oversized T-Shirts

to bed. My own PJ's were all in the wash? This nightgown was left

over from some feminization game we'd played while I was zonked, I

guessed. My arms were hairless, absolutely smooth! My legs felt

that way too! Well, I hoped she'd enjoyed the game! I felt sorry

it was probably over.

Still leaning on one elbow and raised up, I felt a sort of pulling

on my torso, as if something were hanging from me. A fold of the

nightgown? No. Flesh that had been spread out across my chest

while I lay on my back was now hanging down heavily from me in the

form of two heavy pouches tipped with nipples, the nipples

distended and brushing against the bed. Breasts. They were

breasts.

My breasts! Large ones! Two of them! I stared unbelieving and

abruptly put my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Then I

just sat there! With my shoulders slumped forward they sagged,

though my skin was just firm enough to support them. Through the

neckline of Kate's nightgown I could see their curves -- they were

soft, hanging breasts! I pulled my shoulders back, and they became

ripe, rounded globes jutting away from me, their areolas and

nipples like small brown teacups projecting outward. I reached to

heft one. Heavy! My fingers touched one of my nipples and a

delicious tingle shot through me, spreading down to my crotch. I

touched the other nipple. The same! O God, it felt so good! But

I was a man! These were a woman's breasts! This wasn't one of my

fantasies! Maybe one of Kate's, but not mine! Well yes, having

breasts had been one of my fantasies, but not in reality! Kate

wasn't playing just for the weekend! Had she tried to warn me of

that?

She had! These were these the badges of my servitude. Kate meant

to disintegrate my manhood, to really change me into a female. So

it seemed. She'd said as much, I vaguely recalled. And I'd been

so eager to submit to her! Now, by daylight it didn't seem to be

as good an idea. I glanced down further, and felt momentarily

reassured that my cock and balls were still there.

I picked up a breast in each hand and then dropped them. They each

jounced once, then hung there. Implants. Huge. Part of me. They

were there all right. But they weren't mine. I was theirs. And

they belonged to Kate. She wanted me to take care of them for her.

I held each in my hands again, gently this time, and stroked their

nipples again with my thumbs. The most delectable feeling rose up

in my groin, deep, sultry, luscious, as erotic as if my penis were

being squeezed and stroked. Yet it stayed soft. I just sat there

and caressed my new self with my thumbs. It felt good!

ii.

After a while, not quite as shaken as when I first sat up, I looked

across the room. There on a chair within easy reach was a luminous

blue satin dressing gown, a brighter shade than Kate usually wore,

and a large, heavy-duty bra. Then as if to make up for the

utilitarian massiveness of the bra, a teeny pair of delicate rose

lace hi-leg panties. And a note.

I sat back on the bed and opened the note. Kate was going all out

-- the paper was perfumed, that floral scent I remembered from

before she went to work at the clinic, that she still wore when we

went out somewhere fancy. I breathed it in and opened the note,

and read:

* * *

"My Darling Annie, or if it's Andy reading this, my poor bewildered

Andy. First, I want to remind you, whichever you are, that you are

• mine*, not your own person. You pledged yourself to me knowing

that I intended to do things you might not like, however deeply a

desire for some them might be implanted in your psyche. I think

you know now what I intend. I intend to make a woman of you. A

real one, not a simpering transvestite concoction of one, which is

probably all you'd have managed to make of yourself without me, and

not a Drag Queen either. But also, not the kind of woman you'd be

if you'd been born a girl and raised in the same circumstances

you've enjoyed as a boy, not a restrained, educated professional

woman. Not even a woman like me, more venturesome than you are,

more of a take-charge kind of person. No, someone different.

"Brace yourself, darling. I want you to become my kind of woman,

the kind I'd love to spend time with, and go out with, and make

love with. And date men with. The kind I find exciting, as you've

never been as a man. Impulsive. Playful, even silly at times.

Instinctive and generous, warm hearted. Physical in many ways,

most of them feminine -- tender and demonstrative when you feel

affectionate, which will be often, and sexy when you feel a

yearning for that kind of pleasure, also often. Not too inhibited.

In fact, a little smutty in pursuit of your pleasures. The kind of

girl men are happy to find they've been fixed up with on a blind

date, because attractive at first glance. The kind men remember

the next day with smiles on their faces. And don't be shocked

dear. The kind of girl women can remember the next day with

smiles. The kind I've always wanted to remember with smiles.

"If that isn't you now, and I know it isn't, that's what will be

you. You are mine. I've always wanted that kind of girlfriend, so

that's the kind of girl you will become. You'll try with all your

heart, soul, and might to become that girl. I know you will. You

have no other future.

"When you've succeeded, when you like being that kind of girl, then

you can be my friend as well as my servant, and we can enjoy that

relationship too. You are already married to me, as you know. I

may then be willing to marry you. But only then. We'll see.

"Love,

Ms. Katherine

P.S. You see in front of you the first intimate wear of the kind

you will wear for the rest of your life, your first bra and

panties. Congratulations, sweetheart. Also a rather lively gown,

the kind Annie will soon love to wear as the truest expression of

her own lively nature. I'm sorry the bra looks something like a

washer woman's, but your breasts, your pledge of servitude to me,

need that kind of support right now. I've tried to make up for it

by giving you panties a whore might blush to wear. Put them all

on, and splash some of my cologne on too, and some matching scuffs

from my closet. While you wait for me to return I want you to

begin browsing through some of the women's magazines I've

accumulated downstairs, ads and all. They're your kind of

magazines now. They're the sole occupation of your mind from now

on."

* * *

With my nightie off I saw Kate was true to her word, the only

fringe of hair anywhere on my body was neatly trimmed around my

pubes -- the rest was smooth. I dressed as Ms. Katherine ordered.

The bra felt heavy on my shoulders until I realized the weight was

in my hanging tits, eased when I remembered to stand up very

straight. But then they protruded out, way too far forward. I

doubted even a loose sports jackets would cover them, much less a

tailored suit jacket. How would I go to work? With a weight on my

shoulders, or else with a lot of explaining. The panties were

indeed teeny, designed to curve below the curve of my belly and

across the curves of my buns. I didn't have a woman's sexily

rounded buns yet, but I knew I'd get them, if not by hormones then

by more implants. Kate would see to it.

I inspected myself in the mirror, and I saw a man with straight

long hair -- that's how I liked it -- wearing a large bra and

skimpy scanties. Boobs nicely proportioned for his shoulders,

which were a little large. The breasts would swell up even more

when the hormones got hold of them, I realized, no doubt as part of

Kate's plan for me to look like a sex pot at anyone's first glance.

Waist a bit thick -- I should diet. Then I realized that was a

girl's thought, Kate's scheme was getting to me. Hips narrow, but

that's true of some women, I knew. Big bulge in my panties so far,

thank God! Could I become the kind of girl Kate wanted? Possibly,

with diet and the right makeup and gear. And the right temperament.

It could be fun. My face was small-featured, and I had an

unassertive chin I'd always regretted. Now I could see it was a

dainty chin. Or might become one. Did I want to become Kate's

kind of girl? Did I have a choice?

I wriggled my hips at the apparition in the mirror, and immediately

felt silly, even indecent. So I took a full-figured blouse and a

wide skirt out of Kate's closet almost without looking at them, and

I put them on. The bottom of the skirt brushed my calves

delicately. The blouse was short sleeved and nylon or something,

so when I put the satin dressing gown on over it I felt incredibly

slippy all over, like wearing liquid. With another glance in the

mirror I saw that its bright iridescent blue seemed to light up the

room. That's me, life of the party, I thought ruefully, and went

down to the living room.

There I picked up a copy of "Cosmopolitan." I noticed immediately

that my breasts were already larger than on most of the women

photographed in that magazine, even the "Cosmo" girl. I started

reading an article on how to keep *him* interested in asking you

out again. Some of the advice was excellent -- ask him to tell you

about himself, and admire anything you can that he's accomplished

-- I wished girls would do that for me. I wished girls had done

that for me. I realized that I was expected to do that, now. But

a pang of panic struck my midriff! With guys? No, I wouldn't! I

was Kate's!

Some of the advice was practical -- "If he seems excited to be with

you, help him sustain that level of excitement by caressing him in

sensitive areas. You can find out quickly enough if he's sized to

your needs. And being kissed by a smooth, wet, deep mouth is sure

to please him!"

Now I shuddered. To kiss a man? Did Kate mean that? Before this

was over did she want me satisfying men with hand jobs? Worse,

with blow jobs? Real ones on real men, not idle fantasies?

Swallowing real cum? "Smutty" was what my Mistress wanted, and

she'd see to it that's what she made me! Even more, would I as a

woman need to let men -- I tried to imagine it and couldn't, and

felt a little queasy -- enter me?

And pump me? And cum in me? Deep inside me? Oh my God!

That was as much as I could take. There had to be a way out of

this! This was only a game, a scene we were playing, and I was

taking it too seriously! Then I realized I had no safe word. Kate

had started me off with the injected hormones and breast implants

so the road back would be harder than the path of least resistance,

so I'd go with whatever she wanted, like it or not, and learn to

like it. I was already part way where she wanted me. Dressed like

a courtesan and reading up on how to get laid.

I decided to read the ads instead of all the distressing

no-brainers on "How to Get Real Hunky Men to Fuck You Senseless"

There were hundreds of ads for make-up! Eye liner and shadow and

pencil and mascara in varying shades were individually mysterious,

and as I realized when I studied page after page of superbly

blended eyes on gorgeous models, how those powders and brushes and

pencils could create the mysterious seductiveness of those eyes was

beyond any male comprehension. I'd never learn how to use them!

Still, I had to please Kate until I could persuade her somehow to

give up her plan for me but marry me anyhow -- my only apparent way

out. Applied Lipstick looked like a course I could teach myself.

I read an article on the new shades, and figured out the uses of

lip liners and upper-lip shaping, went back to our bedroom, and

applied a dark maroon to my mouth. That would show Kate that I was

trying.

Now a glance into the mirror revealed a man in a bright blue satin

gown wearing lipstick. Neatly, though. I went down again and read

on, wondering why I wasn't getting increasingly resentful. Was I

really a wimp? Look what she had done to me! Did I really want

it? I suspected there were more tranquilizers in me than I knew.

A few hours later Kate returned. I was back at the computer when

she arrived, originally to get some more advice from Sissify.Com

about make-up and how to cope with my new situation, but now

looking at different e-mailed reactions to the report I'd turned

in. I saw I had to go into the office to talk to some associates.

"Looking for some new games to play, Annie?" she said when she saw

me staring at the screen. "Remember you're my plaything now, and

I make up all our games. Any time you forget that, just fold your

arms across your chest to remind yourself."

"No, this is business," I said a little morosely. "I have to talk

to some people downtown. Tomorrow." I turned around and stared at

her. I was now in no mood to play, but realized that for a servant

I had spoken out of line. "Ms. Katherine, Ma'am?" There was a

faint edge of sarcasm in my voice. "Do I have to kowtow to you all

the time from now on? Can't we just talk?"

She didn't seem to mind my asking. "Any time there are other

people present, certainly we can just talk, Andy honey. Then we'll

talk the way we've always talked. Of course you'll always agree

with everything I say, and I look forward to hearing the reasons

you'll give for agreeing with some of my the things I'll say.

I'll say some outrageous things sometimes, just to keep you in

line. At first you'll agree with me any way you can, but when

you've become the woman I want, I'm sure you'll agree with me

sincerely."

"When nobody's around it'll always be different. I'll expect you

to remember your place and my place, and to address me

appropriately. This is a process, a journey, and we're only just

beginning. When you finally arrive where I mean to take you, when

you're the kind of girl I want you to be, then maybe we'll talk as

equals sometimes. I expect that by then you'll be so pleased with

yourself you'll want to thank me. Are you resenting me a little

right now?"

I hesitated. "Yes, Ms. Katherine" was all I said.

She stared at me a moment. "I appreciate your honesty. And also

your effort to please me by wearing lipstick. You did a good job

there for your first time. The shade's a bit too maroon for the

color of your robe, but you'll learn about things like that." She

smiled. "That's the favorite shade of a girl I went with my last

year in college. I loved seeing her lips that color while they

tugged on my nipples and nibbled on my clit. I'll love seeing

yours there too. If you really like it, we'll build your outfits

around it, honey. It's still fashionable."

Kate a Lesbian when she was in college? No, probably experimental,

bisexual. And now me too?

Then Kate commented further. "That's a pretty blouse you picked

out, even though I didn't ask you to. I'm glad you like it. It's

yours now, and I think that's what you'll wear when you go to your

office tomorrow for your meetings. Just a touch of lace on the

collar ends, and it billows beautifully, so no one has to know

about your new breasts. They're a 'C' cup now, incidentally. Your

hormones will soon make you at least one size large still, really

a knockout, though of course we don't want to overdo anything."

She waited. "Yes, Ms. Katherine," I replied. What else was there

to say? The humiliations were beginning? She was punishing me for

my lack of enthusiasm earlier that I was being turned into her slut

girlfriend? What else she was planning to do to me?

"When you go in for your conference, select a nice gold chain for

a necklace and wear that too, tucked under that collar, so no one

can miss seeing the lace. I don't care how you explain the blouse

and chain if anyone asks, but I think afterward you'll feel a

little more grateful to me for what I'm doing. Remember, you

agreed to all of this, wholeheartedly and repeatedly. And I saw

when we were prepping you for your breast implants that you had

sealed your agreement with an orgasm all on your own!"

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Ms. Katherine," I said a lot more

sincerely.

She waved her hand to say that gratitude was unnecessary. "Don't

worry about what people think. If you feel like it, flash your

tits at anyone who mocks you. They're real conversation-stoppers

already, those breasts, believe me. Some women would kill for a

figure like the one you're going to have. Finish up the project

you're on, and then turn in your two-weeks notice, and tell them

you're taking off those two weeks as accrued sick leave. I need to

change you utterly, Annie, and I can't do that if you're spending

all your days in some cubicle worrying about people who have

nothing better to do than insult you for obeying me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"That's better. You should know that one more insolent innuendo in

your responses would have sent you to work tomorrow in a skirt too.

Any questions?"

"Yes, Ma'am. How will we get by without my salary?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that, Andy honey," she

said. "Maybe you'll work for me in the Clinic. We need to make

our records more accessible. You can do that for us. Maybe later

on I'll get you to turn tricks -- it would help you develop the

right kind of sluttish personality. Which reminds me, we need to

make your pretty little head pretty as soon as possible, so you can

begin being a girl in public right away without disgracing either

of us. Learn by doing! So day after tomorrow we get you a new

hair style and makeover."

The next day's meetings were arduous, but we got all the

understandings ironed out and concluded that I could fine-tune the

project completely from home in no time. I thought at first

everyone was pointing fingers at my blouse, but I suspect most

never even noticed. I suppose they thought I was affecting some

mod style, or a pirate or an 18th century grandee.

Only Becky Davis, our whiz kid from Sales, commented on it. "Very

pretty blouse, Andy," she said. "Looks just like one I once had.

I didn't know you leaned toward my taste in clothes."

I didn't know if that was a compliment or not. Becky was thin as

a plank and as starved as a model, but she wore her clothes with

great style and panache. So I looked pleasant and said nothing.

"It's so full in front you could grow tits in them and no one would

ever know," she added. "Have you thought of doing that? Have you

found yourself a boyfriend who likes big tits on guys?" So her

remark *was* intended to be an insult.

I straightened my shoulders and thrust my chest way forward, and my

bra poked unmistakable mounds into the front of the blouse. Becky

stared! "I already have grown them," I said. "You should try it

some time yourself, and get some guy interested in you for once.

Or some girl!"

It was her turn to say nothing.

When I got home Kate was stretched out on the couch in a robe,

obviously through with her own work for the day. I changed into

the skirt and medium heels she'd laid out for me, and then told her

about my interchange with Becky. She was both pleased and amused.

"See, I told you," she said. "Accept yourself for what you are,

right now a man with big boobies, and later a woman with generous

boobies, and no one can reach you. So what are you?"

"Right now I'm a man with big boobies, Ma'am, and your property."

"That's right. My sissy girl property. I'm very pleased that

you're through working downtown. Those breasts aren't a mere whim,

they're very important, they're your passage into a new life. I

mean for you to become a passable woman. It will take time and

effort, on your part especially. But there will come a moment,

you'll see, when the sissy man disappears in your own mind and the

girl of my dreams replaces him. That's where I want us to end up.

When I saw you playing girlie-girlie fantasies at that computer,

lots of things fell into place for me. You're going to become a

girl very soon. Now listen closely, Annie. Do you want to become

a girl as soon as possible?"

"Yes, Ms. Katherine," I said. I realized that wasn't enough of a

response. But I wasn't really persuaded. And I had one serious

reservation. "Ms. Katherine, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes, of course."

"Ms. Katherine, when I'm a girl, will I still have my...my...male

parts?" I was afraid to name them, for fear she'd suddenly be

reminded I wasn't already gelded, pick up the phone, and order up

a castration and penectomy to go.

She just smiled. "You poor dear. That's the last vestige of

masculinity a man reaches for, isn't it. Well, your female

hormones will soon render them useless, but you can keep them as

long as you want them. I suspect there will come a time when

you'll prefer a cunt, if only because by then you'll like being

attractive to men, and men adore cunts. When that happens we'll

have your "male parts" as you call them turned inside out into a

cunt. It's done all the time these days. Does that ease your

mind?"

"Yes, Ms. Katherine."

"Learn your girlhood lessons well, and I'll let you masturbate a

little, while that thing still provides you pleasure. On rare

occasions, when you accomplish something I find impressive, I may

even allow you to masturbate until you cum. But your main sexual

pleasure from now for a while to come will be from your new nipples

-- caress them all you want, whenever you wish. It'll help you

appreciate them. Enjoy your femininity! And right now, Annie,

it's time for you to enjoy mine. Here!"

She pulled back her robe, and I saw that she was wearing nothing

underneath. I saw the furry triangle of her crotch, and her slit.

and her creamy white thighs.

"I promised you could kiss my naked pussy. Now you shall. It's

exactly the same way it was when I brought it home from work a few

days ago, a little sweaty, a little pissy, maybe even a little

lubricated too, because feminizing you excites me. Is some man's

cum in there too? You don't know, do you? Well, you'll just have

to work it out on your own." She smiled to herself and went on,

"With your tongue. Come here and lick me now, Annie. This will be

a regular reward for you whenever I come home, as long as you do

your other work well."

She shifted her hips slightly and dropped one leg to the floor,

then raised the other high onto the back of the couch. There it

was! Her pink slit was now perched on the edge of the couch, wide

open. I fell to my knees and again buried my face in her crotch,

this time slathering my nose into its musky, fermy, sour center,

and I began to lick her. She tasted slightly acrid, but sweet, and

salty, and fishy, and creamy, and -- she was the woman I had sworn

to serve with all of the manhood in me, and now all of the

femininity too, and I began to lick and suck and tongue and kiss

her more passionately! Was there a love potion in that twat?

Really some man's cum? I didn't know! It was divine! I loved her!

My tongue probed way down and became a prehensile snake. I buried

it in her and started to tongue-fuck her.

Almost immediately she started to moan. I ran the tip of my tongue

up one edge of her slot and down the other, then up onto her clit,

and again into the center line where there lurked, I knew, a deep

and mysterious hole fit to entertain a small man's five inch prick

or a large man's fist and wrist. Then I moved back to her clit

again, where I loitered and licked and loitered and labored. She

moaned louder, and shook, and screamed, then began to make strange

animal sounding growls, and then screamed again. No woman's cunny

was ever cleaned more thoroughly or enjoyably.

When I lifted my soaked face I felt proud. "Very good, Annie

honey," she said, still breathing hard. "I knew it! You will make

the sweetest girl anyone can imagine. Next time would you wear

that dark lipstick for me? Now fix me dinner."

I did that too. It was easy. I was in love again. Before I sat

down to eat with her, I tried to make my whole face up like a

woman's, as a gift to my precious, my darling Ms. Katherine. I

failed, but she looked at it and smiled, and said nothing. That

night we slept in the same bed, and in the early morning when she

was returning from a visit to the john and the moisture of her piss

was on her like rank dew, I kissed and licked her crotch to yet

another orgasmic spasm. My own prick was pulsing fit to explode

the whole time, but she wanted me to hold back, she said, so she

could redirect my sexual energy. Toward who? Toward what? I

maintained iron control, and nothing came of it.

iii.

My first visit to a beauty salon the next day was a revelation, all

those unguents and mirrors and rollers and comb outs and blow

driers and paints and powders and pills. I assumed I'd go in my

own clothing so as not to attract attention, but the reverse was

true. Kate insisted that morning when we left the house that I

should look like the woman I was becoming.

"There will be other women there," she said, "And I don't propose

to look foolish, coming in with an obvious sissy, a man who wants

to be prettied up as a girl! I'd do that to humiliate you of

course, but you've been a sweet dear so far so there's no need for

it. You're not perfect, Annie -- you should brew my coffee darker

tomorrow when you bring me my breakfast in bed."

She waited. "Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"But I love it that you thought of breakfast in bed for me all by

yourself. And the Eggs Benedict were a nice touch. Today you'll

go to your first beauty parlor appointment already looking female,

and we'll see if you can keep up the illusion while you're there.

For your own good."

So she had me wear my undies and a dress she picked out that showed

my breasts as distinctly large mounds thrust way forward. She

showed me it had "darts" sewn in to allow for them, and told me

I'll need to know all about such things from now on.

"Shirt Waists and unfitted tops won't do for you," she said. "No

understatement. You're a girl who believes if you've got 'em,

flaunt 'em!"

And she insisted that I wear make-up, but not brazen, just light

liner and mascara, and a pale lipstick. And that I wear my hair in

a pony-tail gathered on the crown of my head instead of as usual at

the nape.

"That's enough. If you move with dainty steps and hold your

shoulders back, you'll pass. Your beautician will know of course."

When the front door was open and I was about to step outside into

the sunlight, I suddenly felt a deep pit open in my stomach, and I

tried to move my legs -- they were in pantyhose and low heels --

but they wouldn't lift off the floor.

"Is something the matter, Annie?" Kate asked just behind me.

"I'm frightened, Ma'am," was all I could say.

"Big strong mans is frightened to look like an itty bitty girl?"

she mocked.

"No, Ms. Katherine," I said in a small voice. "I'm not a man, I'm

a sissy, who is trying to be a girl because that's what you want me

to be, and I don't want to look ridiculous. I'm afraid, yes."

There was silence. "Tell me again what you are, Annie. Several

times."

I repeated it. "I'm a sissy, trying to be a girl."

"Good! Now out the door, sissy girl. You're dressed

appropriately. Be proud of it!"

Still muttering my mantra, I stepped outside. The air felt strange

on my legs. A neighbor walking his dog glanced at us and walked

on. I felt a little easier and got into the car. Kate drove. The

same thing when we arrived. The place was full, and the

receptionist didn't even look up. "Yes," she said, checking off

my name. "Just have a seat, Annie, and Joanne will be right with

you."

We sat down, and I remembered to smooth my skirt under my bottom as

I settled onto the chair. "Elbows in," Kate muttered to me as she

handed me "Beauty Culture Magazine." I glanced at the cover.

More articles for women on how to get roundly boinked. "Just the

ads, dear," she said when she saw me starting in on one. "I'll

decide when and how and whether you'll have any sex life at all."

A neat, short, cheery woman in a purple smock approached. "Annie?"

I nodded.

"I'm Joanne, sissy. Oh, don't look so mournful! This is the

nicest day of your life! Come on, Sis, over here. You can come

back for him in about four hours, Kate. We have a lot to do. But

you're right, there's a lot here to work with."

Joanne really was nice! I just sat there, and as she snipped and

poured and combed and rolled and dried and primped and called over

the nail specialist and the ear-piercing girl, she explained

everything she was doing, and in between, she told me gossip about

other customers. She knew the most intimate things!

"Now this will feel cool, but its a cream you'll use on your own

face every night from now on, Sis. Starting tonight! See how I

rub it in with circular movements, just my finger tips? Well, this

customer of mine, her name's Susan but she likes to call herself

Suzette, she's such a petite, dainty, precious little thing, and

her husband thinks her ass is made of candy. But really it's got

to be cast iron, because every afternoon while he's off at the

office with his clients earning the money she spends on herself,

she's home in his bed with three, four, five guys from the Truck

Depot. Big guys, my dear, and every day! She likes toofers, one

in her butt and one in her pussy, you know? Lean back, dear. I

don't know why she's never been crushed when they hump up against

each other with her in between. Well, she told me she was giving

up toofers for Lent, but these guys bring each other over to her

house, and if a newcomer wants in while the other's pumping away in

her, she never says no. She says afterward she feels like a sewer

with all that jism pouring out of her. She loves it! And her hubby

still thinks she's practically a virgin, he never suspects

anything! See how I brush it, Sis, up from the neck, never down?

You'll do that every morning. Then I hear Mrs. Eldridge is getting

divorced, but not from her husband...."

So the time passed.

I emerged that first time a blonde, with darling little curls

clustered all over my head and the sweetest tendrils pulled down in

front of my ears to soften my face -- that was what Kate taught me

say right then and there when she returned and smiled her approval.

My nails were long and red and I had been taught how to keep them

that way. My eyes were deeply shaded from their black liner and

heavy mascara through to their blue shadows on my lids and their

silvery gray highlights under my brows. It was as complex a

procedure as I'd imagined when I was first looking at the cosmetic

ads, but Joanne taught me the basics and a few tricks. And Kate

loved the effect -- I looked wide-eyed and bright-eyed, staring

everywhere at the world as if a little perplexed. "Perfect!" she

said when she saw that!

During the next few days I learned to do day and night versions of

my eye-look on my own, until I could fix any defect even while still

at the table of any restaurant, with only a slight flourish of a

wand. My beard had disappeared during the three days that endowed

me with breasts, electrolysized out of existence while I was asleep

on tranquilizers and sedatives. So almost immediately my face

became what Kate wanted, cute, sprightly, doll-like, the face of a

girl who is amusing but not threatening, maybe a girl who'd be a

challenge to get into bed but one who might be hard to stop once

she got there. She kept training me to look fascinated by anything

said to me. And to make perky little movements. And to smile and

look a little grateful and a little hungry when I was complimented.

By the third week I took great pride and pleasure in the fact that

I could maintain my looks by myself. We shopped whenever Kate

could spare the time, and I had lots to wear. She always chose

clothes that were slightly brassy and provocative. My new bras and

panties were strange lacy whisps of things with oddly shaped

openings, mostly from Fredericks of Hollywood, "just this side of

whorish, Annie, because that's how you'll want to feel." Each day

she had me walk about only in my underthings and high heels for a

few hours, so I'd always see myself wearing them in my own mind no

matter what I was wearing on top. My blouses and dresses and

skirts were a little tight. "They're for showing off your body to

strangers," she said, so she had me practice sashaying through

malls and parking lots in clinging clothes with hips that moved

like a pendulum, and I got used to being stared at. Even began to

like it!

I practiced my high voice -- she wanted a near falsetto from me,

though many women don't talk that way, and lots of tonal range.

Each day after I'd moved my bowels she had me use a "Summer's Eve"

douche down there, and then work my finger into my anus coated with

KY jelly. "A girl can't be too dainty down below," was all she

said in explanation. "And besides, doesn't your finger feel nice

moving around in there?" It was a fact, once past the anus my

colon felt silky to the touch. The TV game shows and talk shows

and soap operas and the women's magazines began to get to me, until

by the second month of my new life when I was back at the salon for

retouching I was only one more woman leafing through style books

under the dryer and gossiping in my newly trained, slightly squeaky

voice, about nails and hemlines and unfaithful wives and cute guys

on TV.

It was clear from the start, Kate wanted me to feel kept,

dependent. Being attractive the way she wanted was the reason for

my existence, and I did work at it, very hard. I really tried! A

few times when I forgot some simple feminine thing -- I sat knees

apart when wearing a dress, or I sat knees together when I was

wearing jeans -- she would criticize me and punish me by denying me

access to her sweet, dear pussy. Around the fourth week I started

to cry when she used a rough tone with me -- I couldn't help it,

I'd forgotten that she wanted me to be forgetful, and silly, and

sprightly, not a real ditz but the kind of girl even a shy guy

could admire close up and feel manly with. Kate credited it to my

hormones and forgave me when it happened, and I was so grateful

that I crawled between her legs and licked and sucked and kissed

her sweet cunny all night long. And she let me, too!

One evening during the fifth week we were both putting night cream

on our faces when she looked over at me and said, "Annie honey, you

have made marvelous progress, by leaps and bounds. I'm sure that

in your heart you really wanted this."

"Yes, Ms. Kate," I said. "I'm sure now too!"

"I think it's time you enjoyed some of the distinctive pleasures of

being a woman," she said.

An odd statement, considering that I was that moment wearing my

softest, laciest nightie, pink and black, and had put up my hair,

and was removing the makeup I'd worn all day. I said nothing.

"So tomorrow you won't prepare dinner for when I get home. We'll

double date and go out for dinner."

I felt a shocked and distressed, both at once! Kate with another

man? Me with...a man?

"But I'll go easy with you this first time. With Claire and

Wilmer. We'll meet them at the Pavilion for dinner, and then come

back here afterward. Your red mini with all the flounces will be

just right. If you can walk and move through the dining areas with

just a touch of dignity, they may not take you for a provocative

tart and throw you out at first glance." She smiled at me.

I was nervous all the next day, and kept adjusting my make-up, but

at the actual dinner I was a great success. Claire looked at me

with a sardonic expression, delighted and slightly mocking!

"Andy darling, you never were much of a man, but how you've

changed!" she said, as we clasped both our hands and leaned forward

to touch cheeks to each other, as women do who don't want to mess

their faces. "You've taken to all this so well! Don't tell me you

haven't wanted it all your life! I never understood what Kate saw

in you, when you were still playing at masculinity. Probably that

you were really a closet fag!"

Kate had reminded me when we were walking from the parking lot to

meet them that Claire was often insulting, but Annie was brassy,

lively, and incapable of feeling offended by insults.

"Why thank you, that's a very sweet compliment," I gushed. "Oh,

Claire, I haven't had a chance yet to thank you for these wonderful

titties you gave me that first weekend! They're really all anyone

needs to be happy, whether a man or a woman! And aren't you lovely

tonight! Is that the dress you were wearing last time we saw each

other? It looks even better tonight! And Wilmer, how nice to see

you again! I've really wanted to get to know you better!"

And I smiled at him, a restrained but unmistakable come-on Kate had

made me practice repeatedly, even though I was thinking meanwhile

that there was nothing much in him to get to know. Wilmer smiled

back, nervously restrained with Claire close by, but I sensed he

relaxed a little when he concentrated his attention on me.

Encouraged, I took his arm, thereby claiming the only male in the

company for myself, and we followed the Maitre' d to our table. I

saw at once that my red mini really was a sensation for this

restaurant, and decided to walk on Wilmer's arm as if everyone in

the place was applauding. Every other woman including Claire and

Kate was wearing black or subdued shades, with hemlines below the

knee while mine barely covered my buttocks, and my flounces

exaggerated every movement of my breasts and hips. Far from

embarrassed that I looked so flamboyantly feminine, I felt pleased.

Attracting Claire's husband was a kind of petty revenge against

Claire, who had been part of the conspiracy to make me into what I

was. Of course I didn't dare feel that way toward Kate. Or want

to.

I looked back, and was surprised to see that the two women walking

together behind us were watching us with wide grins on their face,

Kate delightedly telling Claire something, Claire giggling in

response. As Wilmer led me to our table and held out a chair for

me, I realized with a shock that I'd been set up! They'd wanted me

to resent Claire, and to try to steal Claire's husband from her!

They'd wanted me to set up a liaison with a real man! And I'd done

it! Just how far did they want me to go? I was suddenly

frightened. But I just clutched Wilmer's arm tighter, and then as

I sat down I trailed my fingers down his arm. I'd started it, so

I'd finish it! As he sat down too I looked into his face the way

the magazines had advised me, eyes wide with interest, and asked

him what he liked most about his work, and what he'd done he was

most proud of. And marveled with prettily pursed lips as he told

me about some obscure accounting practice he'd reformed.

Kate had to cue me a few times to remember my training, be very

delicate with my hands when holding my silverware and wineglass,

primp my curls up in back with my palms now and then, be very bold

while looking around the room, and look the waiter up and down with

hooded eyes when he bent over me to take my order, as if I were

sizing up a delicious slab of beef. Now and then, shoulders back

and shake my breasts back and forth -- I did that once in Wilmer's

face, and he almost went catatonic!

We went back to our house in separate cars, and Kate established

her authority over me again as soon as we were alone. "You enjoyed

being a woman tonight, didn't you, Annie?" she commented.

"Oddly, I did, Kate" I answered affably. "It felt almost normal,

and what was new, like teasing poor Wilmer, was actually fun."

Her face darkened. "'Kate'? You call your Mistress 'Kate'?"

I immediately started apologizing. She cut me off angrily.

"You know what you are going to do tonight when we get home,

Annie?"

"No, Mistress Kate." I was suddenly fearful again.

"You are going to seduce 'poor Wilmer.' You are going to go all

the way with him! You remember those cock sucking lessons you were

studying when I caught you at it? Final exam time! You're going

down on him, Annie, and by tomorrow morning you'd better know what

he's like in your asshole too!" She sounded furious!

I shrank down in my seat, terrified. She glanced over at me, and

suddenly broke out into a sweet smile. "Don't look so scared,

honey! That's what all girls do when they get guys interested in

them. Because it's fun all around. You'll see. You knew it was

coming, didn't you? Well, sweetheart, with you, it's coming sooner

than either of us had thought. Being a woman felt normal to you?

We'll see! Maybe those hormones are acting on you more powerfully

than we'd anticipated. Go with them! The moment we get into the

house, start working on it!"

We pulled into the driveway, and she pulled the parking brake

forcefully, then looked at me with a level gaze. "Annie, it's this

way. Tonight you will seduce Wilmer and get him to sleep with you,

and tomorrow when he wakes up he'll have a smile on his face. Then

maybe I'll feel I want to marry you before too much longer. Or if

you fail at this simple feminine task, then tomorrow you'll begin

parading yourself down by the railroad station, learning how

professionals do it until you're as good at it as any of the

others. That's if you want to have anything more to do with me."

I said very seriously to her, "I'll do whatever you say, Mistress

Kate. With all my heart! Anything!"

She sounded pacified, and patted me on the leg. It felt nice on my

nylons. "Enjoy it, sweetheart. This is what it's all about."

So I just thrust away from me all thoughts of humiliation or macho

pride. Here was a man and I was a cute woman who wanted into his

pants, and no other feelings applied! When Wilmer and Claire

arrived and I'd gotten us all nightcaps I settled down next to

Wilmer on the couch and snuggled into to him. I didn't dare look

at Claire or at Kate, and it didn't seem odd until later on that

they both left us alone, watching at first without saying a word.

I remembered some things from my magazines, and while I asked

Wilmer to tell me more about his wonderful bookkeeping innovations,

I trailed my fingernails up and down his thigh. Now and then, as

if absent-mindedly, I caressed his chest in the vicinity of his

nipples. Once I reached across him to pat him on his far cheek to

console him when he sadly told me his supervisor didn't fully

appreciate him, and when I had turned his face toward mine with the

palm of my hand, I leaned forward and opened my lips slightly, and

closed my eyes, and waited.

And then opened them again. He was looking at me bewildered.

"Claire told me that tonight I should be on my best behavior," he

said. "I don't know what that means."

"I do," I said in my huskiest woman's voice. And I moved my hand

from his cheek to the back of his head and pulled his face toward

mine. He kissed me. I could feel his beard stubble against my

smooth lips and cheeks, and his tongue went into my mouth and I

began to lick it with mine, and I gently put one of his hands on my

breast, and he began to caress the nipple as it rose up, through my

dress and bra. Again I began to melt from that exquisite feeling

in on the tip of my breast, and a yearning began to build and

spread through my groin. I moaned and twisted to press my whole

body against his. We embraced passionately, and we writhed against

each other, while I tried to swallow his tongue. Then he took one

of my hands and put it on his crotch. There was an enormous bulge

there! Huge! It crossed my mind I was right, why Claire kept him

on, and I unzipped him while my mouth still clung to his, and then

pulled out an enormous weight of meat! My eyes still shut, I began

to stroke it as if it were a large puppy. And I heard Claire's

voice behind me,

"You were right, Kate. They really are going at it. What in the

world did you tell him?"

"The same thing you told Wilmer, that he'd better, however he

really felt about sex with other men, or else! But I must say, I

didn't expect there'd be this much heat between the two of them.

I really think that right now Andy's convinced he's a real girl!"

"Just look at Wilmer's face. I Know Wilmer's convinced of it!

You've done wonders with Andy, Kate. And he looks so cute! That

darling dress! I'd love to see the rest of his outfits. Shall we

get to bed now? Let's go upstairs now, sweetheart! The way

they're behaving is making me feel hot to put my hands on you! And

other things!"

"Just a moment, love," Kate answered. "I want to see something

else first!"

By this time I realized I had better get down on Wilmer right away,

or he'd blow his wad and tomorrow night I'd be hustling tricks

downtown on a technicality. So I said, in my most seductive voice,

"Just a moment, sweetheart. Just relax!" And I disengaged from

him with a sigh and another erotic squeal, and slipped down on the

couch so I could take his prick into my mouth, and looked for the

first time at Wilmer's equipment.

My first thought was, if that's a man, I've got no business

imagining I'm one too. The thing looked longer than a tennis

racket handle, nearly! There was no way all that could fit into my

mouth! A huge purple helmet with a single eye stared at me, my

fist barely encircling the shank just below it, my deep red

fingernails pressing their tips lightly onto the underside. There

was a large drop of pearly white liquid sitting on top, almost

obscuring the piss hole opening. I leaned over and lapped it up.

It tasted sweet, salty, creamy. I kissed the eye, then tongued it,

then settled Wilmer's whole cock head into my mouth and began to

move down on him.

"That's what I wanted to see," I heard Kate say. "That was what I

asked Andy way back when I first caught him dreaming about this

moment at that Sissify web site, would he want to lick the precum

first, or just head straight for the main action. Now we both

know. He's a natural cumsucker, even before he's a cocksucker.

He'll be very useful to us!"

"Yes," I heard Claire say. "With practice he may get to be as good

at sucking cock as you are. And at drinking cum out of you, the

way we make Wilmer do it now as a punishment. This is a much

better arrangement. I'm really so glad you thought of it,

sweetheart. Between the four of us, look at the possibilities!

Now we have three usable assholes not counting Wilmer's, assuming

that Wilmer gets into Annie's tonight and opens it up."

"He will," Kate said. "Annie will see to it. I've seen to that!

And I really do think that when it happens he really will love it.

He really is a slut! Just look at him!"

Claire continued her inventory as I began slipping my dark red lips

up and down Wilmer's shank, sucking gently, licking the underside,

and hearing him groan deep in the back of his throat. "And between

us," she said, "we have three functioning cocks until those heavy

doses of hormones reach Annie's, then two. And one real vagina for

servicing with Wilmer's cock or mine, whichever you want, the way

we've been doing it since we first met. We have one submissive

straight male, Wilmer, with a dominant transsexual wife, me, now

getting deep into an affair with a brand new transsexual woman,

your submissive boyfriend. So Wilmer's happy too, I should say!"

Wilmer began thrusting up at me, and I tried not to choke on his

meat. I gripped with both hands the part of his prick below where

my lips could reach, and gently jerked him off as my lips continued

to pulse and rise and fall on the upper part. I heard Kate's

voice,

"And now I've got two good looking women to sleep with whenever I

want, one of them proper and well bred, you, and the other getting

on to be a wonderfully flirtatious hussy, Annie. I have your cock

to fuck, Claire, or Wilmer's when I want a real man. And that cock

of Wilmer's is a prize! Just look at it! Annie can barely get the

top half of it into his mouth! And I can have Annie's cock too, if

I want it, for the time being. But I think I'll leave it alone --

it would interfere with his feminizing if he got used to using it

again. Anyhow, I'm sure he'll want it to be a vagina by the end of

the year."

Wilmer put both hands on my head gently, and held me over his giant

prick, and began to move me up and down in his own preferred

rhythm. I pulsed my lips as rapidly as I could as they slid along

his shank, and meanwhile continued to jerk him off.

"Kate, do you have any idea how Annie's desires will settle down

when you've finished with him, when he's finally a her? Certainly

he can be our house maid, what with the three of us working and

earning good money. And you say he's a data base expert too?

That'll be useful at the clinic. You should plan to marry him soon

I think, while he's still a man, while it's still legal. He's

slipping fast. Just look! Now he's doing Wilmer's cock like a

starved animal!" There was a long silence, and then I heard Claire

add in a subdued, almost fainting voice, "Oh, Kate, that was so

wonderful! Do it again to me? Or can Annie do it to me now?"

I could feel Wilmer begin to tense, and his huge cock swelled until

the veins up and down it stood out like cords. I began to suck

deep, with all the pull my cheeks could muster!

Kate again. "No, let's leave him alone with his very first

boyfriend. Just look, isn't that sweet? And I did promise him his

first assfuck too with that glorious thing of Wilmer's. And you

know Wilmer's tongue is magic on anyone's tits, and Annie loves

that sensation -- she plays with her nipples all the time. I'm

sure she'll be in love with Wilmer by morning. Let's just go to

bed now, baby! I want to feel you in me, Claire, pushing deep,

deep into me! That wonderful cock of yours! I'm so glad it's

still functioning!" Kate's voice that sounded nearly hoarse.

I heard their footsteps on the stairs, with shufflings and

silences, when I suppose they were gripping and kissing each other.

Then the door to our bedroom upstairs closed.

At that moment I felt Wilmer's pelvis rise up out of his seat and

his prick thrust deep into my throat and begin to pulse. Cream

filled my mouth, and I swallowed it as fast as I could! It was so

delicious! I'd never dreamed a man's cum would taste so good, and

feel so satiny on my tongue and lips! It was so glorious at that

moment, being a woman!

When he'd finished pumping and I'd swallowed it all, and licked him

lovingly, I smiled up at him, then sat up to kiss him on the cheek.

I remembered from what Claire said that he wasn't crazy about the

taste of cum, not the taste of her cum in Kate's cunt, anyhow. His

cum? I put it out of my mind. "Come on, lover," I said. "There's

lot's more! Let's get to bed." He was still breathing hard, and

he looked at me. Then he smiled, shyly, and the two of us got up

and headed for the guest room.

The next morning when I woke up, there were Kate and Claire wearing

negligees, hair pinned up and arms around each other, standing in

the doorway looking down at us with smiles on their faces. I was

curled up on Wilmer's hairy chest, and he had one long leg draped

over me, and I still had an arm encircling his neck, where I'd

hugged him to sleep. My rear end felt terribly sore, well-used,

but somehow wonderful! My breasts too! I saw that Wilmer was

smiling too as he snored gently. And I know I was.

"Honey," said Kate. "You two look so precious together! We've

brought you your negligee -- I know you'll want to look pretty when

Wilmer wakes up. But meanwhile, we need to talk. There are some

things you may not know. I want to tell you what they are, and put

a proposal to you. I still own you, but this involves more than

just your relationship with me. So I have to get your free

consent. If you can agree to what I'm about to say, I'll accept

you as my husband and my steady girlfriend, and we'll get married

as soon as we can decide on our bridal gowns and make the other

arrangements. And find a larger house, because there will be four

of us living in it. I'd better explain."

And she did.

So, dear Sissify Staff, there's where I am now. I love my new

life! Somehow during my month or two of living as Ms. Katherine's

submissive sissy, I really did turn a corner and became a real

woman. A real transsexual woman. I live now with Claire, a

shemale transsexual woman who is also my fiancee's girlfriend, or

sometimes her boyfriend, and is also my doctor. And I'm beginning

to get to know her intimately myself. Then there's my fiancee Kate

who is my beloved Mistress and owns me, a born woman. And there's

sweet, darling Wilmer, an ordinary man with exceptional gifts -- as

I understand it, I'll have to share Wilmer with his wife and my

wife, but that's OK, there's lots of him to share. So my life is

full, and my other openings are too, often. I feel so pretty,

being wanted by so many people, and so satisfied too! And I owe it

all to you. I just wanted you to know that I'm grateful.

Yours sincerely,

Annie

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