Under Control, Part Two

Part Two

A short time later, Ms. Control pulled up in front of Honora's home. "Take your packages and follow me," she said. Still entranced, Justin did as she ordered. Honora was waiting at the door.

"Connie! It's so good to see you again," Honora said, smiling.

"Yes, it's been far too long." The two hugged and then shared a long, passionate kiss, while Justin stood mute, unseeing beside them. "Take the packages to your room, Justin. Your aunt and I will join you shortly," Ms. Control said.

"Yes, Ms. Control," he murmured as he complied.

"Ms. Control?" Honora asked.

"A bit of a play on my name...but fitting, don't you think?" her friend replied. "He's quite cute...he's going to make a very attractive sissy. When did you realize he had it in him?"

"It was confirmed when I caught him wanking into my panties...a match to the ones he's wearing now, I suspect," Honora said, smiling. "But I'd suspected it from when he first moved in after his parents died, a year ago. He was a bit too interested in my clothes...and I could tell he had developed a crush on me, as well."

"Let's get him started on the road to full feminization and submission, then, shall we?" Ms. Control suggested. "Show me to his room."

They found Justin sitting on his bed, still staring into his mind's-eye image of the hypnotic swirls. "Justin, stand and strip to your panties," Ms. Control said.

"Yes, Ms. Control," Justin said as he stood and quickly removed all his clothes except for the pink satin undies.

"Oh, he is delicious!" Ms. Control exclaimed. "Still smooth and hairless and so slender! We'll have to begin a regimen of diet and skin care to keep him that way, of course."

"Naturally," Honora agreed. "The necessary materials for beginning are among the many packages that he brought home. As are a few other accoutrements." She pronounced it in the proper French. She opened one of them and produced a little training bra. "This is just to get him started, of course. In the not-too-distant future, he'll have the breasts to require a larger one."

"But not too big, dear," Ms. Control advised. "Sissies always look so cute with a pair of tiny little titties." She took the bra and said, "Come here, Justin...time for you to get even more girlish..." She wrapped it around his chest and carefully adjusted what little he had there into the cups of the bra, then made sure the straps were the correct tightness. "Go to the mirror and see yourself, Justin."

Justin looked into the full-length mirror on the back of his door as Ms. Control spoke in her hypnotic way. "You like looking like this. This is how you should always dress...the feel of the bra around you makes you feel secure and loved. The satin of the panties makes you feel good and sexy."

Justin smiled as he saw himself in this new way. "Yes, Ms. Control," he repeated. "Secure...loved...good...sexy...."

"Excellent! Now, come here and Auntie and I will make you even better looking!" She indicated a chair placed before the mirror. "By the way, that is how you will address your aunt from now on...as Auntie or Auntie Honora."

"Yes, Ms. Control, yes, Auntie," he complied.

From among the many purchases, Honora produced a package labeled "Girl's First Cosmetics." With its contents, she began to prettify her nephew's face: She brushed on pink eye-shadow and dark mascara, pink blush, and a shiny pink lipgloss. "What do you think, Connie?"

"Perfect, Honora...all sissies should start out in pink," she said. "Don't you agree, Justin? You look pretty, don't you? You're a sissy, sissies ought to look pretty, isn't that right?"

"Sissies look pretty...I'm a sissy...I look pretty," Justin agreed, staring at his image in the mirror.

"Now, it's time for the outer clothes," Honora said, going to the larger packages.