Painted Puppet

Male Lesbian Love #24

From Aaron to Erin, part three

One week later, Aaron arrived at the Salon at his usual time. “Good morning, Miss Erin,” Jane greeted him. “Take a seat—Ms. Vera will be here soon to start you on Step Two.”

Just moments later, Aaron heard the distinctive sound of Ms. Vera’s stiletto heels on the tiled floor. He rose to greet her even before she entered. “Good morning, Ms. Vera,” he said as he curtseyed.

“Follow me,” she directed him. She led him down the corridor to a while-tiled room with a decided medical appearance. A tall brunette in a white lab coat awaited them. “Dr. Madchenmacher, this is Miss Erin,” Ms. Vera said. “She is ready to begin Step Two of our process.”

“Ah, yes,” the doctor replied, with the hint of a German accent. “I was alerted to her coming.” She snapped her fingers and an assistant in scrubs came to her side. “Miss Lori, prepare Miss Erin for the procedure.”

“Yes, Doctor,” the assistant replied. “Come with me, Miss Erin.” She pointed to a smaller room.

Once they were alone there, Aaron gained the courage to ask. “Dr. Madchenmacher addressed you ‘Miss’. Are you a feminized sissy as I am destined to be?”

As Miss Lori stripped Aaron of his clothes, she answered. “Oh, yes, I was sissified almost two years ago. I am paying off my debt for the process by assisting Dr. Madchenmacher. Do you know what you will be doing when you are completely changed?”

“Well, I chose ‘model’ on my application,” Aaron admitted.

“That’s an excellent choice,” Miss Lori said. "I have seen many of the model sissies in my time here. They are all quite pretty and sexy!” She pointed to the examination table. “Lie down and Dr. Madchenmacher will be with you soon.”

In a few moments, the doctor entered. She ran her hands over Aaron’s body and cradled his sissy-cock and balls in her palm. “We have rarely had such excellent raw material to work from, Miss Lori,” she remarked. She held out her hand. “The hypnotic sedative,” she ordered. Miss Lori placed a hypodermic in Dr. Madchenmacher’s hand and she then gently pressed It into Aaron’s shoulder. “This will keep you calm and comfortable while we work,” she told him.

Sure enough, within seconds, Aaron was unconscious. “Syringes one and two,” the doctor said. Miss Lori handed them to her and she injected their contents into Aaron’s chest, one near each nipple. “Help me roll her over,” she ordered, and Miss Lori assisted in putting Aaron face down, his ass prominently displayed. “Syringe number three,” the doctor said and then injected its contents into Aaron’s bottom. They rolled him onto his back and Dr. Madchenmacher asked for the final syringe—“Number four.” This one she very gingerly inserted into his scrotum and injected its contents into his sissy-balls.

“Let her sleep while the process takes effect,” she told Miss Lori. “In the meantime, collect the clothing Ms. Vera has chosen for her.”

About two hours later, Dr. Madchenmacher used a caliper and a tape measure to examine Aaron’s body. “Ah, good,” she noted, as she looked at the swelling on his chest. “Miss Erin has developed a pretty pair of A-cup titties, with large nipples!” She wrapped the tape measure around his hips and ass. “And his measurement here is now a lovely 35 inches!” Lastly, she used the caliper to test his sissy-cock. “It has grown a full inch and is now permanently erect—success!”

By now, Aaron was rousing from his drugged condition and Miss Lori began to dress him. First was a lacy bra, panty and garter-belt set, followed by sheer stockings. His other clothing was a tight-fitting pink sweater, a clingy pink pencil skirt, and a pair of pink patent stiletto heels. She assisted him to his feet and steadied him. A mirror was placed before him. “Oh, heavens!” he exclaimed. “I look beautiful and sort of sexy!”

“Indeed you do,” the doctor agreed. She pressed a button and said, “Miss Jane, please come escort Miss Erin to Ms. Vera’s office.”

When they arrived there, Ms. Vera greeted Aaron with air-kisses and smiled. “How lovely and feminine you look, Miss Erin!” she gushed. “You may return to your home—where you will find that, once again, all your clothing has been replaced by items more in keeping with your new status. No more pants for you, darling—just dresses and skirts; no more flats, either—it’s heels from now on, in a wide variety of styles.”

One week later, Aaron came back for the second stage of Step Two. Again, he was taken to Dr. Madchenmacher’s clinic and given injections in his budding breasts. When they had taken effect, his tits had enlarged to a very attractive B cup. This time, his second stop was at the more “normal” part of the Salon.

The receptionist greeted him warmly. “Hello, Miss Erin! Today, we begin the little things that truly make a sissy feminine! Have a seat at the manicurist’s station….” He did as directed and was soon joined by a cute sissy in the white mini-dress of the staff. “Show me your hands, Miss Erin,” she requested. “Oh! Those will never do! You will need a complete set of artificial nails, at least until your own grow in properly.”

She took out the tools of her trade and began shaping and treating his nails to receive the false ones. Then she showed him the set he would be wearing. They were not overly long or pointed, but still decidedly girlish. She applied the special glue to Aaron’s nails and pressed the artificial ones into place. Immediately, his hands became more feminine, more elegant in appearance. He smiled.

“You like?” the manicurist asked, laughing. “We’re not done yet!” She took out a tray of nail polish and looked it over. “Yes, Ms. Vera has ordered pink for you…this shade should fit the bill!” She opened the bottle and Aaron’s nose was filled with the distinctive odor of the polish. She began brushing it on and he watched as his fingers became tipped with bright pink talons that shone in the lights of the Salon. “Now, while those dry, let’s do your other set of nails!” the manicurist said. She removed his pumps and stockings and began his pedicure. When she was done, his toes matched his fingers.

“Now, slip those hose and heels back on and go over to the piercing table,” she told him.

“Piercing?” Aaron thought. “I hope it’s nothing too extreme.” With trepidation, he sat at the indicated station. Another member of the sissy staff came over with a tray of various earrings and a strange-looking device. She smiled when she saw his puzzled look. “Oh, this?” she said, holding up the device. “It’s a piercing gun…we don’t use needles anymore!” She pressed the gun against his earlobe and he felt a sharp sting and then another on the other ear. The staff sissy opened the tray and removed a small set of studs. “Ms. Vera has ordered these cute hearts for you as a starter. Later, we can experiment with more elaborate styles!”

She took a mirror in hand and showed him the final effect. “They’re very pretty,” Aaron agreed. “Am I done now?”

“For today, according to the schedule,” was the reply. “Your next visit is in a week.”

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This should have been posted on Friday, but here it is two days late.

From Aaron to Erin, part two

The next morning, Aaron awoke in the pink babydoll nightie he had found laid out on his bed Monday evening. He stretched, stepped into the high-heeled mule slippers left for him, and went to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and discovered a lovely trove of panties, all in shades of pink, some in solid colors, others in floral print, and all edged in lace. He chose a pale pink pair of satin and slid them up his legs.

In the second drawer, there were matching camisoles. He picked out the appropriate one and dropped it over his head, wriggling in delight as the satin brushed his sensitive nipples.

In the third drawer, he found an array of hosiery. He selected a pair of pink nylon knee-highs and smoothed them over his feet and lower legs.

Aaron opened the door to his wardrobe and stepped back to admire the feminine attire there. “Well, I’m just headed to classes today, so I don’t need anything very fancy,” he thought. He found a bright pink man-tailored blouse with a deep pointed collar. He put it on, struggling briefly with the buttons on the “wrong” side. “I’ll get used to that with practice,” he mused. He next chose a pair of tight-fitting pink capri pants with a flared hem and back-zipper.

There was a shoe collection as well, in a wide range of styles (but all in shades of pink}. He took a pair of hot-pink Mary-Janes in patent leather with a kitten heel. He felt his sissy-cock rise as he slipped them on.

At last ready to leave, he grabbed his brand-new pink backpack and headed for campus.

Aaron walked through the quad with a girlish confidence, his hips swaying. He smiled and waved when recognized….but then it happened. One of the school’s athletes, a huge fellow from the football team, stood in his way and leered. “Where do you think you’re going—faggot?” he asked in a growl.

“The word is femboy,” Aaron replied, smiling and batting his eyes. Aaron stepped around the footballer and blew a kiss over his shoulder.

By lunchtime, word of Aaron’s transformation and of his encounter on the quad had spread throughout campus. Whispers rose as he entered the cafeteria. In one corner, the male athletes pointed and quietly jeered; in another, a group of women observed his feminine ways and nodded approvingly. Aaron recognized them as the members of Phi Delta Phi, a sorority for lesbians who enjoyed playing with dominance and submission. As he passed their table, one of them beckoned him to join them.

He sat down and the women fussed over his choice of attire. “So much pink, dear,” one commented. “And those shoes!” another gasped. “Were you going for the little-girl look?”

Aaron blushed at the attention. “Well, yes,” he replied. “I am training to be a submissive sissy.” And as he said that, he felt his sissy-cock again swell in his tight panties and pants.

“Oh, my,” said the woman to his left. “What a lovely bulge!” She reached down and stroked him through the fabric, then leaned in and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth. “Mmmm….the only thing that would make that better is if you were wearing lipstick!”

Aaron’s blush deepened and he realized all the attention was having an effect—he was extremely close to spurting in his panties! He stood, said, “Excuse me, ladies,” and hurried off to the restrooms.

“The girls’ room is the second door on the left,” one of his tormentors called after him. Aaron made it to the restroom in time and, having cleaned himself up, decided it was safer to head home.

But the odd thing was that the embarrassment and humiliation were extremely exciting. Aaron not only liked being teased about his increasingly feminine appearance, he was aroused by it! By the time he got home, his sissy-cock was leaking into his pretty panties. And the thought of it brought a smile to his face.

For the next three weeks, he kept all his appointments at the Salon…and after each one felt even more that he was on the right path. Finally, as he exited following his fourth weekly visit, he met Ms. Vera. “Well, Miss Erin, it seems you are making excellent progress,” she said, looking him up and down. “As your sponsor, I am quite pleased. You have successfully completed the fourth stage of Step One. Next week, you will begin Step Two!”

TO BE CONTINUED

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From Aaron to Erin, part one

Aaron knew he was different. He had known it for a long time, since he was in middle school, at least. Back then, he realized that he was happier in the company of girls than with boys. At lunch, he sat with the girls in his class, discussing books and art and theater and film. The boys only seemed to talk about sports and video games. And the more boisterous and bullying among them berated Aaron for his lack of interest in those activities. They called him “pansy,” “nancy-boy,” and “sissy”. A few even started pronouncing his name as “Erin”.

Now, having begun his freshman year at college, he was resigned to it all. In fact, he was taking an even greater interest in the feminine side of things. He was noticing the way the girls dressed—the styles they wore, the way they did their hair and makeup—and envying the attention they got. He spent hours on the computer, studying the latest feminine fashions and pondering if he really were intended to be more like his female friends. But the one time he brought it up with them, they giggled and agreed, “Oh, Aaron, you’re very sweet and all, but you could never be a girl!”

Dejected, he stopped hanging out with them, preferring to spend his time on the computer. His searches eventually led to a particular site, where he found this page:

“Six months to be so lovely and girly?” he thought. “Impossible!” But over the next several days, he kept returning to that image and researched the site more deeply. He discovered that Vera Demanden’s Spa and Salon was located just a few blocks from campus. He took an afternoon to stroll past it. Only the name painted on the tinted windows revealed It to be the place advertised. He stood across the street and watched the entrance. Every morning, men and women would arrive in pairs, go in and, after a short while, only the woman would come out. Later, near closing, she returned and was met by her partner, now appearing somewhat different.

Aaron soon saw that the same couples were coming on a weekly basis. And each time, the male’s change in appearance was more pronounced. After the fourth visit, he hardly looked masculine at all! He studied the situation for a full six months and, just as the on-line ad said, by the end of that time, each of the men had been thoroughly transformed. They now appeared to be completely feminine!

All this observation finally determined Aaron to take the next step. He clicked on the link and was connected to the Spa and Salon site. He followed the instructions on signing in and was directed to a screen that read:

Welcome to Vera Demanden’s Spa and Salon. If you are interested in an appointment, please fill out the request form.

Name:
Sissy name:
Sissy sponsor:
Age:
Desired presentation: () little girl () teenager () maid () model () slut () bimbo () other (specify below)

Aaron put in his name and then pondered. “Sissy name….well, they used to call me ‘Erin’ all the time. Why not go with that?” But what was meant by “Sissy sponsor”? He had no idea, so he left that blank, hoping it wouldn’t be a problem. He listed his age as 19 and “Desired presentation” as “model”.

The final request was for a photo, so Aaron included his high-school yearbook picture.

With a bit of trepidation, he hit “submit”.

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In the communications office of Demanden Salon, Jane Marshall’s computer beeped. She clicked on the appropriate icon and Aaron’s application opened. “Hmmmm,” she pondered. “This is interesting. He’s local and that face has a lot of potential…oh, but he has no sponsor. Ms. Vera is always leery of males who come to us without a female sponsor. She says they could be a hoax or a sting.” She called to a co-worker. “Amanda, come look at this. What do you think?”

Amanda read the application. “Well, at least he’s not interested in one of the fetish roles like little girl or maid,” she noted. “Follow protocol—forward It to Ms. Vera.” Jane took the advice and sent the application up the chain.

Later that afternoon, Vera Demanden was going over her e-mail and saw the forwarded application. Intrigued, she opened it and, like Jane, was impressed with the photo. She clicked on a special application, nicknamed “Femulator,” and loaded Aaron’s photo to it for processing. She smiled at the result.

Vera picked up her phone and dialed the communications office. “Jane, this is Ms. Vera. I’ve just looked at Aaron’s application. Let’s make an exception—send him the usual acceptance letter and give him the next available Step One appointment. Oh…and I’ll take personal charge of this one as his sponsor.”

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The next day, Aaron found the acceptance letter. He immediately responded and agreed to the date—the following Monday. He cleared his schedule for that day and every Monday for the next six months as required. His response was followed by further instructions.

While on the premises of the Salon, you will be addressed as “Miss Erin” and referred to with feminine pronouns such as “she” and “her”. You will report to your first appointment wearing a pair of plain white panties under your male clothes. You will address all the Salon staff as “Ms.” and curtsey when introduced. Signify your understanding of these requirements by checking the box at the end of this paragraph and then clicking on “submit”.

Once again, Aaron followed instructions…and found that he was getting quite aroused at the prospect of beginning his journey to feminization.

Monday arrived and Aaron slipped into his panties, covered them with his best suit and presented himself at the reception desk at the Salon. “Excuse me,” he said to the lovely girl there, “I’m Miss Erin.” And he curtseyed.

“Oh, yes,” the receptionist replied. She pushed a button on her desk and in a moment another beauty came in, wearing a pristine white dress and white patent heels. “Jane, this is Miss Erin.”

Jane greeted Aaron with an air kiss and Aaron again curtseyed. “Follow me,” Jane directed and led him to the processing center. Once there, she said, “Take everything off, Miss Erin—yes, even your panties.” When Aaron was naked, she brought him to a very strange bed. She placed ear buds in his ears and had him lay in the bed, then closed the cover. Completely encased, Aaron began to hear a seductive feminine voice. “Girly, feminine, pretty, soft, pink” it repeated in his ears, as his body was washed and sprayed with special solutions.

Jane spoke to the attendant. “Give her the full Step One, week one treatment. When she’s done, you’ll find new clothes for her in the dressing room.”

Five hours later, Aaron felt the voice in his ears fade and then the cover of his bed was raised. “Sit up, Miss Erin,” Jane said to him. He did so and his eyes went wide in shock. “I’m hairless,” he said, looking down at his body, “and so soft and pink!” He ran his hands over his newly smooth form and smiled. “I love this!”

“Of course, you do,” Jane replied. “All our new clients revel in this first change to their bodies, but there will be more to come.” She helped him out of the bed and walked him to a table where new clothes were waiting. She assisted him in putting on an ever girlier pair of panties in pink, then draped a matching teddy over his shoulders. That was followed by a pale pink blouse and then a pair of hot pink stretch jeans that zipped up the side. “Sit down, Miss Erin,” Jane directed and then slipped a pair of pink patent leather ballet flats on his feet.

“Time to return home, Miss Erin,” Jane said. “When you get there, you will find our team has replaced all your garments with sissy-ish attire like this.” She air-kissed him and said, “We’ll see you next Monday, dear.”

Aaron blushed and curseyed, adding, “Thank you, Ms. Jane—I can’t wait!”

TO BE CONTINUED

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