A Fetish for Feminizing

[Another of the previously "lost" stories...]

Louis had been in town, moving in since graduation, for only a month, and already he found himself seeking excitement--sexual excitement. In college, he'd discovered the pleasures of dominant and submissive sex, but he'd been unable to connect with "the scene" here in this big city.

He was browsing the web when he came across mention of a discreet, but public, meeting place for dominants and submissives in town--it was called the YMFA. No explanation for the initials was given, but there was a phone number supplied. He decided to call.

A sultry female voice answered. "YMFA," it said. "How may I help you?"

"I found out about your organization on the web," Louis began, "and I--

"--and you'd like to visit the club," the voice completed his thought. "Of course." She proceeded to give him the address. "Dress appropriately," she advised.

That evening, Louis arrived at the address, dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt, a leather jacket, and boots. He considered it appropriate. The door was open, he paid a small fee and went in.

He was greeted by a stunning blonde with short hair, dressed in an exceedingly short black tunic dress that completely revealed her panties and her garters and stockings. She wore six-inch black patent-leather pumps.

"Hey, there," she said, and Louis recognized her voice as the woman on the phone last night. "I'm Mistress Psyche--I thought I told you to dress appropriately."

Louis looked down at his own outfit and then gazed around the room. There seemed to be nothing but women here--and all of them dressed in fetish gear of some kind: Either revealing outfits like Psyche's, or leather, rubber, latex, vinyl, or lycra. All of them wore very high heels, many carried implements such as whips or chains. Where are the men? Louis thought.

"No matter," Mistress Psyche remarked. "We'll deal with that later. Come have a drink with me." Louis joined her at an out-of-the-way table and she ordered drinks for them. Louis explained his background, his discovery of his sexual nature, and his search for a place to explore it further.

He found Psyche very easy to talk to--or was it the drink that was doing that? Louis felt himself getting lost in Psyche's deep green eyes, as she began to speak murmuringly to him. "Yes, Louis, we'll help you find out all about yourself here," she said. "Just listen to my voice and do what I say and you'll experience pleasure such as you never dreamed possible." In time, despite the other activity in the club, Louis heard only Psyche's voice. "Do you understand what's happened to you?"

"I think you hypnotized me," Louis answered.

"And you like it, don't you?" Psyche asked. Louis nodded. "Your cock is hard, your nipples tingle?" He nodded again. "Wonderful--just do everything I say, and you'll feel even better before we're done. Follow me."

She rose and Louis followed her to a private room in the back of the club. Psyche knocked and a voice from inside called them in. A petite redhead in a long black leather dress greeted them.

"Mistress Circe, this is Louis," Psyche said. "Louis, you will do everything Mistress Circe tells you...and everything she does will make you feel better and sexier and more aroused. Obeying her will make you aroused and eager to obey even more. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Psyche," he answered.

"Strip," Circe commanded, and Louis removed every stitch of his clothes.

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Twenty minutes later, Louis was dressed in a black corset, pulling his waist in to a dainty 22 inches; attached to it were sheer stockings, held up by the garters; and he wobbled slightly in a pair of black patent-leather pumps with six-inch heels. A shoulder-length auburn wig adorned his head and Circe was looking him over, deciding on what outer wear he should have, and how to do his face.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in, Psyche," Circe called. "Louise is almost ready."

Still entranced, Louis thought, Louise? My god, everything they've done feels so good, my cock feels as if it will explode--but be a girl?

Psyche entered and strolled around the half-transformed man. "She has great legs, doesn't she?" She ran her hands up and down the newly renamed Louise's legs. "Like that, Louise? You do like it, don't you? All of it?"

She looked him in the eye, those controlling green eyes of hers boring into him. "You are Louise, now,"she commanded. "You will be Louise whenever I or another member of the YMFA desire you to be. Remember this code phrase: Every little breeze seems to whisper. When you hear it, you will answer, Louise, and you will instantly become girlish, feminine and intensely aroused by wearing the kind of clothes we are going to put you in. You will obey without question anyone who so transforms you."

Louis nodded.

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Louis was preparing to leave work one week later when his phone rang. "Hello," he said as he picked it up.

A voice on the other end responded, "Every little breeze seems to whisper...."

"...Louise," Louis completed the phrase, then fell into a trance awaiting instructions.

Later that evening, a tall beautiful auburn-haired woman stood inside the entrance to the club, greeting the visitors, escorting them to Mistress Psyche or Mistress Circe. She was dressed in a form-fitting black latex dress that stopped at mid-thigh; her stockinged legs were perched on gleaming black patent pumps with six-inch heels. She wore a gold chain around her neck with the name Louise.

Behind her a plaque declared the name of the club:

YMFA
Young Male Feminizers Association
A division of IGR--Institute for Gender Realignment

THE END

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