Artistic Intelligence: First Stilettoes

He's Got Legs

Continuing a series on female domination and feminization

Ask any feminized man what his most attractive feature is and he will invariably say, “My legs”.

It’s not difficult to turn a pair of masculine legs into a set of gorgeous girly gams. The first step is removing all that unsightly hair. Whether it is done with shaving, waxing, depilatory cream, or permanently with lasers, making them smooth and sleek is the initial goal. The second step is toning—making the legs firm, supple and shapely without being muscular. Everything after that is just decoration.

Of course, to a feminized male, decoration is very important! He will be eager to slide on a pair of sheer stockings or a set of pantyhose. Add a pair of cute girly shoes, preferably with high, sexy heels, and he will strut like a runway model. And there are other adornments—a sweet little chain, for instance, can direct the eye to a curvaceous ankle. Some femboys may go for patterned hose or bright colors.

Heel height is always a question. Not every male can manage the six-inch stilettoes of a pair of Jimmy Choo pumps…but most will opt for the highest they can handle…and often the barest. Platform sandals, open-toed or peep-toed pumps, sling-backs add a touch of daring—especially combined with a shimmer of polish on those toes!

Watch the fashionable, sexy feminized sub cross his legs and smile at the feel of his nylon-clad stems sliding against each other. He’s in girly heaven!

Sissy True Confessions, May

Tranny Teetering

From Aaron to Erin, part four

One week later, Aaron again reported to the Salon. He was immediately directed to Ms. Vera. He minced into her office on in his pink heels and tight pink skirt and curtseyed. “Good morning, Ms. Vera,” he said.

She rose and came to him, taking his hands. “How lovely your nails look, dear!” she enthused. “You’ve been taking good care of them.”

“Yes, Ms. Vera,” he replied. “I was given explicit instructions.”

“Today, as you begin Step Three, you will be given instructions on other forms of feminine care, Miss Erin.” She summoned Ms. Jane, her assistant. “Escort Miss Erin to the cosmetician’s clinic.”

In short order, Aaron found himself in one of the most girly parts of the Salon, surrounded by all manner of creams, lotions, brushes and applicators. “Ah, Miss Erin, I’ve heard so much about you,” the cosmetician, Ms. Margaret, greeted him. “I was told you were one of the prettiest sissies to ever grace our premises, and I can see that is true!” She indicated a chair for him. “Now, we shall make you even lovelier.”

“Makeup, Ms. Margaret?” he asked, cautiously.

“Oh, nothing very elaborate, dear,” she answered, “at least not right away. Just a bit to feminize your features.” She adjusted the chair so Aaron was reclining and moved her light into place.

Thirty minutes later, she was done and raised the chair, so Aaron could see himself in the mirror. His eyes looked bigger, having been enhanced with eyeliner and mascara. His lips were sweetly moist in their new pink color. He smiled. Ms. Margaret handed him a makeup kit and a pamphlet with instructions. “Ms. Vera directs that you are to wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick at all times in public. The fullness of your sissification is to be obvious to all.”

At that moment, Ms. Jane re-entered. “One more stop today, Miss Erin. I hope you are well-rested.” She led Aaron to the exercise room, where they were met by Ms. Carlotta.

“So this is Miss Erin,” Ms. Carlotta noted. “She’s quite attractive, but I fear she still moves too much like a boy! Ms. Jane, you will find a corset in the wardrobe that should fit her. Please get her laced into it—as tightly as you can manage!”

Stripping Aaron to just his panties, Ms. Jane wrapped the heavily boned garment around him and began pulling the laces. Aaron gasped as he felt the restriction on his body. “Take a deep breath and hold it,” Ms. Carlotta directed him. “Now, Ms. Jane, you should be able to get another three inches off his waist.” Sure enough, Aaron’s figure was soon in the shape she wanted.

Ms. Carlotta produced a pair of pink pumps, with even higher heels than Aaron had worn before—a full seven inches! “Slip these on, dear,” she said and then follow me to the training track.” Aaron did so, finding the combination of the corset and the heels a bit difficult. “Having trouble, Miss Erin? Well, this exercise is designed to make you move at all times with feminine poise and decorum.” She began playing a music track with a light rhythm. “Walk in time to the music,” she told him.

Aaron began walking down the marked path, doing his best to keep his balance. “Hold your arms out to the sides,” Ms. Carlotta advised. “It will improve your center of gravity.” The pace of the music increased after Aaron had done three round trips on the path….and he speeded up his walk to match. This continued for 60 minutes, with the music ending up at the tempo of a power walk. As the music faded, Aaron was exhausted.

“Release her from the corset,” Ms. Carlotta directed, “and put her back in that pretty pink dress. We have more practice to do.” When Aaron returned in his original outfit, there was a comfortable chair waiting. “Have a seat, Miss Erin.” He rather plopped himself down onto the chair. “Oh no, that will never do,” Ms. Carlotta chided. “You must learn to sit like a girl!”

“There are two ways a girl can sit in a chair—one is demure and ladylike, the other is sexy and seductive. You must learn the proper way to do both,” she informed him. “Now, stand and be seated again, with your knees together and your legs crossed at the ankles.”

“Like this?” Aaron asked, as he did his best to assume the proper pose.

“Nearly,” Ms. Carlotta said. “But sit more on the edge of the chair, with your hands folded in your lap. Excellent! This position displays your lovely legs, but without exposing so much as to be flagrant. Try it again.” Aaron followed directions and sat once more. “Much better. Now, I want you to do that ten more times.” Aaron rose again and again and sat again and again, eventually (after much coaching and correction) managing to sit to Ms. Carlotta’s approval every time.

“Nicely done, Miss Erin,” she said, smiling, “but now it’s time to learn the other position—which I think you will be using far more often. Stand up and this time, as you sit, cross your left leg over the knee of your right leg, and let your foot casually dangle.” Aaron rather clumsily attempted the pose. “No, no, Miss Erin—your goal is to seduce and entice the observer. Move sensuously and let your skirt slide up a bit, so that your thigh is exposed. Try again.”

Aaron stood once more and moved with a feminine grace into the desired position. “Yes, that’s the way! Now, swivel a bit so you are sitting a little more at an angle and showing off more of those luscious legs,” Ms. Carlotta suggested. “You’re getting there! Now, let you leg swing gently and catch the attention of anyone watching.”

Aaron followed the instructions and found that his shoe began to dangle from his toe. “Oh, that’s wonderful!” Ms. Carlotta gushed. “All the foot and shoe fetishists will be riveted! Now, let’s try that ten more times.” He rose and performed the maneuver again and again, each time with more ease and comfort. “You’ve got it! Now, let’s try alternating from crossed ankles to crossed knees.”

Aaron spent another 30 minutes practicing each pose. When he was done, Ms. Carlotta actually clapped her hands in appreciation. “We’re done for now. I want you to spend one hour each day at home practicing the walk and another hour with the seating. Record yourself and send the videos to me. You can return in a month and Ms. Vera will start you on Step Four.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Stepton Sissy Camp, Part 2

Brenda checked the clock. “Oh, look at the time! Into your nighties, sissies, and then to bed!” Once they were all in their matching pink baby-doll nighties and snuggled under the satin sheets of their beds, she turned off the lights and went to her office. Dialing a special number on her phone, she texted: Cabin 5 retired. Begin overnight programming.

In the headquarters cabin, a computer began broadcasting to the campers’ Implants:

When you awaken, you will see your unadorned face in the mirror. You will immediately beg for an appointment at the camp beauty salon.

In reaction to this programming, all the campers smiled and squirmed in their beds. It would be a busy day in the salon tomorrow.

At seven, the next morning, Brenda turned on the lights and announced, “Rise and shine, my sissy darlings!” She was greeted by a chorus of moans, as the campers realized the condition of their faces. One of the loudest was Ally.

“Oh, Ms. Brenda,” he sighed, “I look terrible!”

“Really, Ally,” Brenda replied. “I think you are the handsomest one in this cabin!”

“I’m not supposed to be ‘handsome,’” Ally argued. “I’m a sissy—I should be pretty! I should be beautiful! Please, Ms. Brenda, may I have an appointment at the camp salon?” With that, all the other campers joined in the request. Brenda smiled. It works every time, she thought.

“All right, sissies, get into your uniforms. We’ll have breakfast and then I’ll take you all to the salon.” So it was that, as the salon doors opened, all the campers from Cabin 5 were lined up and eagerly awaiting their makeovers. Of course, the salon staff (many of whom were sissies themselves) had already been given explicit instructions on the final feminine look for each camper—which were to be bleached blonde, which given childish curly perms, and the precise makeup regimen for them all.

Ally soon found himself in one of the styling chairs, with a protective pink cape over his uniform. “Hi, Ally, I’m Penelope,” the stylist introduced herself. Her husky, breathy voice revealed her true gender, despite her lovely features, graceful movements, and generous curves. She stood in front of Ally and swiveled the chair from side to side, examining his face. “Yes, I know exactly what will work for you, dear!” She began with a cleansing and exfoliating process and followed it with a light foundation. She trimmed his eyebrows to a more feminine shape and then set to work on his eyes. She applied a highlighter under his brow ridge and then dusted his lids with a reddish-brown shade. She brushed a slightly darker tone into the crease of the lids.

The next step was carefully applied eyeliner both above and below. Then she took out a set of long thick false lashes and, using a set of tweezers, glued them to Ally’s upper and lower lids. An application of mascara blended them seamlessly with his own lashes.

“Smile for me, sweetie,” Penelope said, and Ally obeyed. “Ah, there are the apples of your cheeks. How hold that expression,” and she brushed on a rose-pink blush. “Purse your lips, dear, like you are blowing a kiss,” she directed. When Ally did so, she used a brush to apply a deep pink color to his lips and then made it moist and shiny with gloss.

She went into a drawer and came out with a piercing gun. “All pretty sissies wear cute girly earrings,” Penelope pronounced, as she used the device to put neat little holes in his lobes and then filled them with sparkly pink hearts. “Almost done, dear,” she said and opened a case to reveal a selection of wigs. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wear one of these until your own hair grows out—but that should happen by the end of the first month.” She picked out a pixie-ish curled bob style, placed it on his head and then brushed it.

Penelope swung the chair to face the mirror and Ally broke into a smile. “Oh, Ms. Penelope, I’m gorgeous!” he exclaimed. And a chorus of similar shouts rang out from the other campers, all pleased with their transformations.

When the last of the sissies was done admiring his new appearance, Brenda announced it was lunchtime. She escorted them all to the mess tent, where they all had just a light salad and a diet drink. “Must watch our weight and our figures,” she admonished those who asked for more. “And anyway, it’s time now for your exercise class.”

They followed her to the gym and were met by the instructor, Ms. Hardbody. “Now, sissies, to your left you will see a row of lockers, each labeled with one of your names,” she said. “Find yours, open it and change into the clothes there.” Each camper did as directed and discovered a black leotard, sheer black pantyhose and a pair of black patent-leather pumps with six-inch heels. They all changed, though a few wobbled on their new heels. “Don’t worry—by the end of this lesson,” Ms. Hardbody told them, “you will all be walking, mincing and strutting on those spike heels like runway models!”

She and Brenda escorted each of the sissies to a line of treadmills and assisted them in getting into place. “Now, to be sure you are safe,” the instructor said, “we will secure your hands to the rails.” And Brenda then strapped each sissy in. Ms. Hardbody went to a control console. “We will begin the exercise at a comfortable stroll and gradually increase the pace to a steady strut. Ready, sissies?” She pushed the button. “Begin!”

Although a few lost their balance on the first step, soon all the sissies were keeping up with the machines. “That’s it, heel-toe, heel-toe,” Ms. Hardbody complimented them. “Such an elegant, ladylike gait, dears. Do you find your hips and ass wiggling a bit? That’s good—it’s how an attractive sissy moves.”

The exercise went on for 60 minutes, by the end of which the sissies were strutting quickly. Ms. Hardbody slowed the machines to a stop and Brenda released them from their bonds. “Very good, darlings,” Ms. Hardbody said. “Now, strip out of your exercise gear and take a shower.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Sex-retary Strut

Heels Too High?

Sissy Legs

Hypno-Session: Sissy Training

On Wednesday, I had my 85th(!) meeting with Goddess Lola Venus, in which she took through a rather kinky sissy training. The trance-script is here.

Trained to "Heel"?

Poise and Balance

Sissy Heels

Learning to "Heel"

No One Would Guess

Lisa Legsforeva

Harper's Bizarre September

Easy Explanation?

GirlBoy for May

Stop Whining