Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Sissy Forever, Part Two

Robert was awakened by his Aunt's voice, saying, "Wake up young lady, your bubble bath awaits you."

He sat up with a start and stared at the three figures standing around his bed--Aunty, Mother, and Deborah were all smiling down at him.

Had he heard Aunt Christine right; had she said, "Wake up young lady"?

Deborah answered his question, as she said, "Get up, Roberta, you're so lucky--you're going to get to wear my sandals, dresses, wigs, and everything necessary to transform you into a girl for the next three days."

Robert moved quickly from the bed and toward his pants and shirt hanging on the chair. They were gone. Clad only in his pajamas, he attempted to run towards the hall door. He felt Aunty's hand grip him around his wrist. He tried to break free, but immediately Mother grasped his other arm. The three of them moved Robert into the bathroom and to the waiting bubble bath.

Robert's pajamas were removed. He stood before the three emasculators. Aunty motioned for him to step into the hot bubbly bath water. It was also heavily perfumed. Deborah giggled as she handed him a razor and said, "Get busy, Roberta! He was horrified. Aunty said, "Yes, Roberta, you are to shave your legs, even though they’re only covered with fuzz. We want you to enjoy the thrill of silky smooth legs. Now start shaving, young lady, before I invite you to stay with me for the summer."

With that threat, Robert lathered his legs and began shaving, after Aunty had shown him how. Soon both of his legs were satin smooth. It was a strange feeling. After he had scrubbed all over, Aunty washed and rinsed his hair.

Mother stood with a towel as Robert emerged from the bath tub. He was thoroughly dried off. Next he was told to put out his wrists as Deborah sprayed a sweet smelling perfume on them, then behind his knees and ears, and on his neck.

He was covered with bath powder by Mother. Aunty reappeared from Deborah's bedroom carrying some feminine items of apparel.

Mother took one and motioned Robert to step into the openings. She said it was a padded girdle and would give him the feminine lines he lacked. As it was tugged into place, his penis and testicles were pressed up into his body by Aunty. Once the girdle was on, all traces of Robert's boyishness were erased.

By now Robert was red with embarrassment and he again tried to beg Aunty not to continue to make him into a girl. He told her he would mind and wouldn't get into trouble in school again. Aunty smiled and said, "The damage had been done."

They were soon standing in Deborah's bedroom. Aunty told Robert to sit down on the bed. Deborah approached carrying a bottle of nail polish. As she knelt down at his feet she giggled, "I can hardly wait to tell my girlfriends that I got to enamel my pretty girlish brother’s toenails and fingernails."

Aunty corrected Deborah. "She is not your girlish brother--she is your younger sister, Roberta."

The polish was bright red and as she painted Robert's toenails, he knew he could not escape this horrible punishment. While Deborah painted his toenails, Mother manicured Robert's fingernails. He had not trimmed them for awhile and they were quite long. She filed them into slender claws.

Aunty then shocked Robert as she told him to lay back on the bed, while she plucked his eyebrows. As she plucked them, tears came to his eyes.

After a little over an hour, Robert was told to sit up. He looked down at his feet and hands and felt crushed. His nails glistened with femininity. Robert couldn't help staring at the shiny red shapes on the ends of his fingers and toes. The sight both troubled and excited him--it seemed that he should hate seeing his nails so scarlet and feminine, but instead he felt an odd sense of completion, as though this was what he needed to make himself "real."

The polish was now dry and Robert was handed a pair of nylons. Mother said that they were sandalfoot, and would allow his enameled toenails to be completely exposed. As Robert slid the nylons up his legs an unfamiliar, but exciting, feeling came over him. The last garter was attached, and he was handed a shoe box. Aunty indicated that she had selected them especially for Robert, for she knew how much he would enjoy wearing them.

Opening the box, Robert cried out, "High-heeled girl's shoes!"

Deborah teasingly said, "High-heeled barefoot platform sandals, silly!" Knowing the additional punishment for disobeying, Robert meekly removed these red patent-leather barefoot emasculators from the white tissue that had hidden them.

His foot slid down the smooth patent leather into the waiting straps. Robert pulled the straps through the buckles, Aunty directing him to strap them as tightly as possible. Both sandals were presently strapped tightly to his feet. When he stood up, Robert almost fell on his face--the 5-inch heels thrust him up higher than he had ever been.

When he regained his balance, Robert again felt an involuntary wave of pleasure as he felt the change in posture the skyscraper heels forced upon him. He looked down at his legs, smoothly bound by the nylon stockings, and further down to his feet, with the red nails matching the red patent leather of his sandals, both shining and reflecting the light of his room. He felt his cock twitch--and a further sense of having another piece of himself completed.

Mother handed Robert another box. This was a very small one. When he opened it, his eyes fastened on a very feminine bracelet wristwatch in gold. Mother removed it from the box and before Robert could say anything she had clasped the band of gold about his wrist. With his enameled nails and his slender wrist femininely enslaved with a girl's bracelet wristwatch, Aunty led Robert to the wall mirror. As he walked to the mirror, Robert felt the light metallic touch of the bracelet watch on his wrist--and suddenly realized that obeying his mother and aunt seemed right and proper, making him, again, more complete than ever before.

"Look at yourself, my pretty niece." Even without long hair, make-up, breasts, and a dress, Robert already looked like a girl.

Mother smiled and said, "My dear Roberta, with long beautiful legs like those, you should wear nylons and skyscraper-heeled strap sandals all the time."

He was hypnotized by the reflection in the mirror (and by the secret instructions he'd received}. The look of his legs in the spindly sandals, with his toenails flashing red, made his cock grow even larger. Deborah broke the spell by saying, "Come now, Roberta, we have lots more surprises for my pretty sister."

Robert was numbed as they led him over to the bed. Aunty told him to lay down on his back. He did as he was told and Deborah said, "The most exciting surprise of all is coming".

Aunty had left the room, but quickly returned carrying a package. “Remember that all girls have breasts," she explained.

Aunty bent over Robert and with a swab applied a sticky substance to his chest area. Next, to Robert's horror, she produced a perfectly-shaped set of latex rubber sissy breasts. They were just the size a girl Robert's age would possess. Mother said, "Now you will have small pink-nippled breasts."

They were pressed onto his chest, Aunty smoothing the feathered edges. They were small, but definitely gave Robert's body a feminine shape. A powder make-up was applied, erasing all lines. They blended smoothly into his chest.

Robert stood up and as he did, his sissy breasts jiggled. Mother said, "Now, Roberta, you will need this," as she handed Robert a teen form bra. Being very slender, he did not need a corset, but Aunty stated that, in the near future, he would be trained to wear a wasp-waist corset at all times, to ensure that he maintained a tiny waist.

Next Robert slid a nylon tricot petticoat on. It really tickled as he slid it into place. Three crinolines followed.

Deborah came forth with a white full-skirted party dress. They slid it over Robert's head and arms and soon he was enveloped in satin. Mother buttoned it up the back.

As he sat down at the dressing table, it was apparent that everything masculine was to be removed. Robert's lips were painted with a deep red shade of sweet lipstick. Then the attention was turned to his eyes. His eyebrows had been plucked into very thin feminine lines and were penciled to bring them out. False eyelashes were applied, liner, light shadow, and mascara. His nose was powdered as the finishing touch.

Deborah brought forth a shoulder-length pageboy blond wig. His hair, being quite long for a boy, was curled with hair pins to keep it up. The wig was adjusted to fit and was placed on Robert's head. Before he stood up, Mother clasped a charm bracelet on his other wrist and draped a locket about his neck.

"Come, Roberta, let us look again at the beautiful girl that you have become," Mother said.

Again Robert stood in front of the mirror. The image that appeared opposite him was a complete girl. His toenails glistened, as did his sandals. Even walking in the skyscrapers was actually easy.

In this short time the three women had succeeded in instilling in him new strange feelings. He no longer felt that the clothes, the sandals, the bracelets, the painted nails were "wrong"; rather, he was excited by them sexually, and wanted to wear them constantly. Of course, he couldn't admit that to his mother and aunt--at least not yet.

"Well," Aunty said, "I believe Roberta actually enjoys her new role in life. Don't you, Roberta?" Robert couldn't admit these new strange feelings that had come over him, and he immediately denied any such feelings. "I don't want to be a girl and after Monday I won't wear any dresses!"

Aunty laughed, saying, "I know better. All boys that spend three days completely transformed into girls develop strange new feelings."

"Well," Robert said, "I won't, you can't make me."

Aunty again laughed, "I am not making you have strange feelings; the dresses, barefoot sandals, shaved legs, nylons, and, of course, the knowledge that you have pretty pink-nippled sissy breasts cupped by your teen form bra are bringing about a change in you . Come... let us go downstairs and we can help you develop feminine graces, and remember, you must act, talk, and think like a girl until Monday morning. Oh, and tomorrow all four of us are going to the beauty salon. You will have your blond wig removed and undergo a permanent wave. Also your ears will be pierced. Then we are going shopping. I know you will want some new dresses, panties, bras, and, of course, lots of nude strappy play sandals."

Robert spent the remainder of the day swishing about. He was made to model, turning this way and that. He found that the sandals, even with the skyscraper heels, were very cool and comfortable because of their nudeness. Eventually, he sat down on the couch so that Aunty could administer an additional coat of nail polish to his fingernails.

He tucked his legs up on the couch so that his sandaled feet were exposed. Strangely, this sight excited him: the red patent-leather straps criss-crossing about his feet, the buckles winking at him, and his toenails in matching red twinkling. The image, and the soft caress of his aunt's hands on his, as well as the quiet cadence of her voice, all reinforced the secret training from the hypnotic tape.

Aunty Christine enameled each nail very carefully, and talked as she did. "Do you know, Roberta, you should have been born a girl. You are truly beautiful, and really, I am so glad we decided that transforming you into a girl would be your punishment. In just this first day that you have entered into the world of girls, I noticed a distinct change coming over you. You seem more subdued. With this success in crushing your masculine arrogance and replacing it with a feminine personality, I am going to suggest that Mother continue to dress you as a girl every weekend and that you come to spend the summer with me."

"Oh, no! Please don't tell Mother that," Robert said. "I'll mind, but not that, don't make me live as a girl!"

More to come


Anonymous said...

A great tale. I liked Roberta's acquiescence.

tiffany rose said...

OMG how i wish i was Robert

warm wishes

sissy tiffany rose

tiffany rose said...

OMG how i wish i was Robert

warm wishes

sissy tiffany rose

Unknown said...

Lucky Roberta,I'd love to be her

Anonymous said...

Love this story of transformation. No brutal whips or violence necessary ; instead, we have a loving Auntie, Mother, and a sister loving changing a boy into a girl as far as appearance. When might we see furtHER developments in this tale ? Please don't stop with just part two More please soon ?

Anonymous said...

I going to do this to my panty-waisted boyfriend? Jennifer A.

Anonymous said...

I love it

Anonymous said...

How sweet! I so wish they could change me into a girl! I would simply adore it so much (blush!). Will I ever get a boyfriend, too? Please? I want to be so pretty for him. Maybe he will even want me as his wife! Will he propose? Oh! Being a girl for him will be so much fun! I want to make hima happy man, and ever so satisfied! I will become his oh so good girl! May I, please? How can I find a man to want me? Who will help me learn to be his pretty girl? I do need a sweet, gentle, but ever so strong man in my life. Please help me become his beautiful woman! Please? I want to be his very good girl, forever. I need a Daddy so much!
Sissy Roxanne, Daddy's Sweet, Obedient Girl

silkteddy said...

OOOHHHHH yes !!!! roberta..is SOoooo BLESSED.... I LOVE !!!! teddi

silkteddy said...

Oh MY ...... Soooooo BLESSED !!!!! OOhhh Soooooooo DELICIOUS !!!!

silkteddy said...

WE ARE SOOOOO alike !! i SOOO love you.........teddi

Cadney said...

What a lovely feminization story. Robert may protest but it is so clear that he craves to be Roberta and wear pretty dresses ALL the time.

silkteddy said...

Oh My !!! So THROBBINGLY BEAUTIFUL....... We are so Truly BELSSED !!!!