Bulletin Board Sissy, Part One

This story was based, in part, on an incident that occurred on a TV/TG message board I frequented back in the 1980s, way before the current web was operating. The board moderator decided a participant's handle was not in line with her real personality, so she changed to something more appropriate...and humiliating. I took that idea and ran with it...



Brian was ecstatic when he discovered the Electronic Mistress Bulletin Board. He had been searching for years for a way to indulge his interest in female domination and crossdressing without having to risk discovery. Here, under just his first name, with the distance of computer screens and phone lines between him and the other BBS members, he could thrill to the fantasy of control and transformation--masturbating after each session on the board.

The board, like most of its type, was weighted heavily toward the male submissives like himself--but there were two or three mistresses among the regulars and one of them, the sysop Mistress Sarah, had taken a special interest, it seemed, in Brian.

She encouraged his fantasy writing, criticized it with a stern but loving eye, and hinted in her messages about the plans she had for her new electronic slave.

Brian reveled in this attention, completely assured that nothing embarrassing could ever come from it--since Mistress Sarah had no way of reaching him, especially since he had used a cousin's address in another city when registering with the BBS.

Until the day Brian logged on to the board, called for his personal messages and found the following:

If you are reading this message, then this is the last time you will be permitted to log on as Brian B. From now on, your log-on is "Brenda Big Tits," more fitting to your fantasy image of yourself as a big-busted submissive sissy.

In addition, all messages to you are now encoded with subliminal commands, which will enforce a personality in keeping with your new name upon you. These commands will also ensure that you do not cease to call your Electronic Mistress in order to avoid your deserved fate.

Commandingly yours,

Mistress Sarah

He was dumbfounded. He immediately broke the connection and called back...determined to test this new state of things. He typed his usual log-on--"Brian B"--and was informed:

THE SYSTEM HAS NO RECORD OF ANY SUCH MEMBER

He tried to create a new membership for himself, using "Brian B" as his log-on. He was informed:

THE SYSTEM WILL NOT ACCEPT "BRIAN B" AS A VALID LOG-ON NAME

He went on to attempt a variety of new log-ons. Finally, the system told him:

THIS SYSTEM ALREADY HAS A RECORD OF A MEMBER USING YOUR PHONE NUMBER AND ADDRESS. IT WILL NOT ACCEPT ANOTHER.

Then, admitting defeat, he logged on as "Brenda Big Tits". Immediately, the system responded:

Greetings, Brenda Big Tits! There is mail for you.

Brian asked for the new mail and discovered that every message to or from him had been re-addressed with the embarrassing "Brenda Big Tits" appellation--and that, apparently, he was among the last members of the BBS to learn about his new "identity," for a large number of regulars had left messages congratulating him on his impending "transformation."

He read through the 25 or so messages, then logged off. As usual, after a session on the board, he wanted to masturbate. But the feeling was different this time--more urgent, more demanding. And there was an added need: He wanted to wear his best satin panties while he beat himself off.

So he lay on his bed, his hand rubbing his burgeoning cock through the satin of the panties, while new and disturbing visions floated through his head. He saw himself dressed completely as a woman, a woman with enormous breasts, displayed in a tight sweater and miniskirt, perched on six-inch heels. But the face was unmade-up, still clearly male and his. This imaginary Brian was surrounded by women dressed in classic dominatrix style, each of whom berated him for his sissy-hood.

And with each humiliation, Brian's cock--both real and fantasy--grew larger and pulsed closer to release. Finally, as a new dom made her appearance in the fantasy--a dom Brian knew must be Mistress Sarah--and called him by his new name--"How are you feeling, Brenda Big Tits?"--he came, filling the satin panties with his energy.

"Where did that fantasy come from?" Brian asked himself. He had never imagined such a storyline before. Then he remembered part of Mistress Sarah's message:

...all messages to you are now encoded with subliminal commands, which will enforce a personality in keeping with your new name upon you. These commands will also ensure that you do not cease to call your Electronic Mistress in order to avoid your deserved fate.

Had those subliminal messages planted this fantasy in his mind? Would he be forced to call the board and reinforce his unseen Mistress's control?

The answers came later that evening when, before going to bed, he had a sudden urge to call the Electronic Mistress board again. He punched the number up on his dialing directory and, when prompted, put in his log-on--"Brenda Big Tits"--feeling a titillating frisson of humiliation as he did.

The system told him there was mail waiting. He called it up.

Well, Brenda Big Tits, did you like your little fantasy? Would you like to live it for real--instead of dreaming about it while you rub your cock through your satin panties? Did you enjoy seeing yourself as a big-breasted bimbo? That can be you, you know--if you continue to obey me and live by my commands.

Not that you'll have any choice, that is.

Talk to you tomorrow, dearest,

Mistress Sarah

The rest of his mail was just greetings from various members of the board. He scanned it quickly, then logged off.

Brian retreated to his bedroom, then--without realizing why--dressed in one of his frilliest baby doll outfits, lay down again and masturbated. No fantasies came unbidden to his mind this time--though he felt an undeniable urge to play with his nipples, which had suddenly become extremely sensitive. When he was spent, he fell into a deep sleep.

But that sleep was disturbed by a strange dream. Brian saw himself standing on a pedestal in a glass booth. He was dressed in ill-fitting lingerie: a massive bra that hung loose on his chest, panties that were sizes too small for him, a garter belt that strained to hold up the too-tight sheer hose that covered his legs, and shoes with six-inch heels, that pinched his toes and made his ankles wobble precariously.

The booth was attached to a PC and at the keyboard sat a faceless
dominatrix. Each time she typed a line and pressed the "return" key, he felt a change come over him. First his hair lengthened and thickened until it brushed his shoulders with dark brown curls; next his nose grew smaller, his eyes wider and his lips fuller. Then he felt his waist narrow and hips widen, 'til the panties and garter belt fit perfectly; even his legs seemed to lengthen in comparison to his height and his feet shrink to slide perfectly into the stilt-like heels. Finally, the most drastic change of all, as the flesh of his chest began to expand, shaping itself into a massive bust, with large, erect nipples, nearly overflowing the 38D bra he wore.

The booth was lifted from his pedestal and a mirror descended before him. He was a devastating beauty--a woman men would lust after. As the unknown dom swung her chair to face him, her features obscured by the shadows, the dream Brian fell to his knees and worshipped her pussy, thanking her for his strange transformation.

More to come