Ms. Gilbert's Academy, Conclusion

December 15:

It was time for Christmas break. Marie was eager to see her darling little changeling in person. She drove to the Academy grounds and was greeted at the entrance by Ms. Gilbert herself.

"Mrs. Anderson! How lovely to see you again," the headmistress exclaimed. She gestured to the older, but still attractive woman to her left. "This is Dr. Madchenmacher, whom I know Nicole has told you so much about." The doctor extended her hand and Marie noted the variegated jewel hanging from the gold chain and nestled in her exposed cleavage. That must be the mysterious pendant Nicole has talked about in her letters, Marie thought.

She was escorted to Ms. Gilbert's office, where the headmistress pulled out the latest progress report on the former Nicholas. "She has reached the stage you wished her to achieve," Ms. Gilbert explained. "She delights in her total femininity, displaying an image of pre-teen sexuality." She handed Marie a recent photo, showing the boy-girl in a pink top, shiny silver mini-skirt, long sleek legs perched on platform sandals with four-inch heels.

"My lord, she's gorgeous!" Marie cried. "How have you ever managed to achieve this in such a short time?"

"Vould you be interested in obserfing a session with your kleine sissy?" Dr. Madchenmacher asked.

"Is that possible?"

"Certainly," Ms. Gilbert replied. "Nicole's final 'class' before Christmas vacation will begin shortly. You can watch from our observation chamber."

A short time later, Marie was comfortably seated in a darkened room with a window opening onto what looked like a complicated electronics lab. The window was actually a one-way mirror; she could see everything that happened, but Nicole would not see her watching.

In a few moments, Nicole entered, now wearing the standard academy uniform. She curtseyed to the doctor. "Guten morgen, sissy Nicole," the woman said. Then she pulled her pendant from her bosom and dangled it before the boy-girl's eyes. Marie could tell that Nicole's attention was immediately held by the sparkling jewel, especially as it glinted in the spotlight that seemed to be aimed directly at it. "Lovely to look at," the doctor said and Marie watched as Nicole's eyes seemed to glaze and she came to rapt attention.

"Vunce again you are deep in trance," Dr. Madchenmacher droned. "You will listen to all we tell you, you will watch carefully all we show you. You are a sissy puppet, being molded to our ways, our will."

"I am a sissy puppet," Nicole repeated, dreamily.

The transformed student was strapped into a dentist-like chair that faced a large screen. The doctor dimmed the lights in the room and the screen lit up, showing a succession of lovely young women, each engaged in a series of flirtatious behaviors. "Vatch the girls, sissy Nicole," the doctor commanded. "See how they flash their eyes, smile seductively, reveal their girlish charms so sveetly. You must act the same vay. You are a sissy, a girl like them despite your maleness. You are a flirt and you will act like one whenever any woman says to you 'Bat your eyes, Nicole. Now, vatch the luffly pictures and learn."

For the next half-hour, the entranced Nicole absorbed the flirting techniques shown to her. Then the screen darkened, the room lights went up and Dr. Madchenmacher released her from the chair. She again displayed the mysterious pendant and said, "Delightful to see!"

Nicole awoke from her trance. "Your mother is here to take you home for the holidays, liebchen," the doctor said. "Go dress appropriately and join her in Ms. Gilbert's office."

In the observation chamber, Marie was exhausted. The session and its effect on her had been more intense than she could have imagined. I actually came watching my boy be transformed to a girl, she thought. How delightful!

Thirty minutes later, Marie was seated again in Ms. Gilbert's office when a knock came at the door. "Enter," said the headmistress, and Nicole came in.

Marie gasped as she saw her transformed son in a little black dress, long hair streaming down his back, skirt ending just inches below the crotch, legs extended by the black platform sandals he wore, high on their five-inch heels. Nicole curtseyed. "Good afternoon, Ms. Gilbert." She turned to her mother.

"Mother, thank you so much for giving this to me," she said. "I never knew I so much wanted to be a girl. Take me home and let show you what a perfect little sissy I can be for you!"

"Very nice, Nicole," Ms. Gilbert complimented her. "Please go gather your luggage while I speak with your mother privately." After Nicole had left, she turned to Marie. "You are pleased with the results?"

"Absolutely. She's divine."

"I understand you are re-marrying soon," the headmistress noted.

"Yes, just after the New Year. I expect Nicole to be my junior bridesmaid."

"I'm sure she'll be lovely. Tell me, have you thought about postponing your wedding by a few months?" Ms. Gilbert asked.

"No...why?"

"Perhaps you'd like to have your fiance visit the Academy?" Marie looked confused. "Haven't you heard of our adult extension courses?" Ms. Gilbert said, pulling out a brochure.


THE END