Pretty Sissy Dani, Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE: Dani and Tammy's "Little Sister"

Mistress Jennifer and Mistress Susan's plans to create an entire "harem" of transformed men and boys continued apace.

The lure of Teasing Tammy (the transformation name of Susan's teenage brother Tommy) proved quite effective. Each of the young men (the youngest just 14, the oldest 22) the little tease brought back to the home we all now shared was turned into a different kind of feminized sex-toy, all designed to please the Mistresses and their dominant friends.

The little 14-year-old--apparently too sexually precocious for his own good--was introduced to Tammy by his mother, who wanted to prevent him from becoming a threat to the girls in his school and neighborhood.

Tammy was a revelation to Martin--his experience with girls was limited to the still-flat-chested, teddy-bear shaped girls in his school. She was dressed in her usual "tease" outfit: frilly pink panties, a generously padded bra (making her at least a 35C), matching garterbelt, sheer hose, a tight pink sweater, pink miniskirt (falling about six inches above her knees), pink ankle socks with lace at the cuffs, and pink patent-leather pumps with four-inch heels.

Well, when Martin saw Teasing Tammy in her frilly but skimpy pink outfit, her ample charms begging him to come home with her, he was lost.

Once at the transformation house, in Tammy's bedroom, the little tease managed to trick Martin into putting on some lingerie--a lacy beige bra and matching panties--with the promise of sucking his cock if he did so. Once the unsuspecting lad was so dressed, Mistress Susan appeared in the door of Tammy's room.

Feigning shock at the scene before her (a scene she had actually instructed Tammy to play out), Susan ordered Tammy out of the room. Dressed in a black leather mini-skirted business suit and lavender satin blouse, with her long legs perched on five-inch black patent-leather heels, the dominant was as attractive to Martin's eyes as her "sister" had been--possibly more so. Susan sat beside him--still dressed in his lingerie and nothing else--and talked to Martin about how he was dressed and how he felt in the girl's underclothes.

"I know you're embarrassed, Martin," she explained. "But you really do look cute in that outfit. I can see why Tammy wanted you to wear it: You're so soft and pink, you almost look like a girl."

The lad blushed--all over--at Susan's words. Now the dominant got stern. "Don't blush! You obviously enjoy wearing those clothes--and you obviously wanted Tammy to suck your cock! Maybe we should let you see what it's like to be a girl--or maybe a very girlish boy!"

Now Martin was scared. What did this very beautiful, but frightening, young woman have in mind? Susan smiled inwardly--very soon Martin would be the submissive girlish sissy his mother wanted. She produced a pill and some water, giving both to Martin.

"Take this, Martin," she advised. "It will calm you."

It certainly would. The drug--a combination sedative and mind-control potion--had been developed by one of Jennifer and Susan's dominant friends. Only moments after he downed the pill, Martin was quiet, breathing deeply and staring straight ahead with unseeing eyes.

At that moment, Mistress Jennifer and Martin's mother, Mistress Carla, entered. "He's all yours, Carla," Susan said. Carla ordered the boy to stand and put on the clothes she laid out for him. First came a satin camisole over the bra and panties, then white hose attached to a matching garterbelt. Next was a white satin blouse with a high collar and bouffant sleeves. On Martin's legs went a pair of tight velvet shorts, followed by a matching vest that laced tightly around him. The finishing touches were black patent-leather Mary Jane shoes with two-inch heels and a black satin bow at his neck.

Now the women went to work on his face--light touches of blush, blue eyeshadow, and pale pink lipstick, topped off with a blonde page-boy wig with a black satin bow in the back.

Commanding the lad to stand before the full-length mirror, Carla brought him out of his trance, but still under her control. "Look at yourself! You are no longer the roughneck boy you once were, but a sweet submissive sissy, who would not think of disobeying. Your name is now Little Miss Mandy. Of course, you will need to undergo a great deal of training for your new role...."

"That's really not necessary," Jennifer interrupted. "You can give him commands that he'll be unable to disobey right now."

"I know that," Carla replied. "But then I'd miss all the fun of training him and watching his embarrassment and humiliation as he finds himself being drawn into my net of feminized obedience." And the three dominant women laughed at the truth of the statement.

Of course, while all this had been going on, Mistress Jennifer had not been idle in my continuing enslavement and feminization as Sissy Dani.

The next step in my "training" came during dinner at an elegant restaurant. I had arrived, as ordered, as Daniel. Shown to the table at which Jennifer sat, I blanched when I saw her. She was dressed all in leather, a sure sign that I was in for a humiliating time. As I sat beside her, she let her hand brush over my chest.

"You're not wearing a bra, are you?" she demanded.

"Of course not. I'm Daniel, not Sissy Dani," I whispered. "You told me to come as my normal self."

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't always be reminded of your true position," she answered. She reached into her bag and pulled out a package, smiling the sinister smile I recognized so well. The package was from the local boutique that specialized in TV fashions. "Go to the men's room and put on the things you'll find in this package," she ordered.

I peeked inside. The package contained a black bra and panties, garterbelt and sheer stockings. "I can't do that!" I protested.

"You can and you will," she replied. "Unless you'd rather spend the evening as Sissy Dani, down on the floor, eating my pussy instead of dinner?"

I shuddered--I knew she could do it if she wished. Sheepishly I picked up the package and headed for the men's room. "And Daniel," she called after me, "no socks over the stockings."

Moments later, certain the entire restaurant knew what I was wearing beneath my business suit (a real possibility, since my shirt was light enough for the black bra to show through, and my pants short enough for the sheer hose to show at my ankles), I returned to our table. As I sat again, Mistress Jennifer reached for my crotch, deftly pulled open my fly and pulled out a tuft of the black satin panties. She let her leather-covered hand brush over my straining cock. Yes, I was turned on, dammit!

We ordered dinner, with Jennifer, as usual, ordering for me. Though she had a full meal, I had to be content with a salad. "Have to watch your girlish figure," she laughed. After dinner, as we relaxed, Jennifer pulled her makeup out of her purse and began to freshen up. She turned to me as she finished, asking, "Wouldn't you like to freshen your makeup, too, pretty Sissy Dani?"

That was it--the code words that surrendered my personality to that of Sissy Dani, Mistress Jennifer's lesbian slave. Though I could not refuse her commands, I remained aware of what she was doing to me.

"Dani, I think it's silly of you to go about without makeup on, don't you?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," Dani replied.

"Very well, then. I want you to put on a light coat of pink lipstick, pale blue eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and just a hint of blush--though you hardly need it. You blush so naturally when you're embarrassed."

Unable to refuse, I did as she asked. When I had finished, she produced a pair of dangling earrings with little bells, and my familiar slave ankle bracelets. "Put these on," she commanded. I obeyed again.

"Very good. Now Dani," she continued, "at all times, whether dressed as Dani or Daniel you will wear the makeup, earrings and ankle bracelets you are now wearing. This is an irrevocable posthypnotic command. Each morning when you dress as Daniel or Dani these things will be a part of your routine. As Dani, of course, you want to be pretty. As Daniel, they will add to the embarrassment you feel from your feminization. The soft ringing of the bells in your ears will remind you constantly that my voice rings in your ears, always ready to command you to do as I wish." She snapped her fingers.

Instantly, I regained control of myself as Daniel. I looked into the mirror next to our table. The sight of my now permanently feminized face brought on moist eyes. "Why?" I asked Jennifer.

"You didn't think I'd be happy with you as just a part-time slave, did you?" she responded. "Now I can hold power over you constantly. You're mine 24 hours a day from now on, even without Sissy Dani. Soon I may impose that simpering personality on you constantly, with no way for you to be released."

I shuddered again--but with fear, or secret delight?