Early November 1968, the next day
Eileen went to Dani's room and entered without knocking. "Go to
my room...you'll find some new clothes there. Put them on."
Dani gasped. She's really
changed...and it's exciting! "Yes, Mistress Eileen." She went to
her sister's room and found the clothes laid out on the bed. There was a
matching pair of pink panties and bra. But the rest of the clothes seemed
oddly, well, androgynous. There were a pair of tight pants, with a pink floral
pattern. There was a pink t-shirt, obviously cut for a girl's figure. And there
were a pair of pink ballet flats. She put them on and then returned to Eileen.
Dani felt that familiar frisson
of girlishness as her sister used the fateful phrase. Yes, Mistress Lola must have given her some real instruction on how to
control me...and perhaps something more. Eileen--Mistress Eileen--really is
different from before.
Moments later, Eileen pulled the car into a parking space at a local
strip mall. "Our appointment is at Janice's House of Beauty...my regular
salon."
Dani looked around. "Mistress Eileen, the salon is clear at the
other end of the mall. Can't we park a little closer?
Eileen shivered at the power she felt when Dani called her by that
title. "No, dear, I want everyone to see my sissy brother walk into the
salon for the first time. Be a Good Girl, and sashay you're way
down there." Dani was helpless...Good Girl not only made her feel
feminine, it made her feel obedient and compliant.
"Yes, Mistress Eileen," she said meekly and began the
yards-long walk, in her most mincing and girlish gait. People she passed stared
and snickered, some even imitated her exaggeratedly feminine steps. This is so humiliating but so arousing, too.
This is really what it means to be a sissy! Dani reached the door to the
salon and entered. She stopped just inside the door and waited for Eileen, who
came in a moment after.
As her sissy brother stood with eyes lowered, Eileen spoke to the
receptionist. "My brother has an appointment with Miss Janice," she
said.
"Oh, yes...this must be Dani," the girl at the desk said,
giggling. "The boss is waiting for him...her...in the private room at the
back."
"Thank you," Eileen replied. "Come, Dani," she
ordered. And Dani followed her to the back of the salon, every eye
following--some frowning, some smiling in delight.
Meanwhile, at home, Dani and Eileen's
mother--Charlotte--found an odd note as she straightened Eileen's room.
"Mistress Lola, 1-800-SISSY," she murmured. "Whatever is this
about?" Intrigued, she decided to dial the number.
It was answered by a woman with a
British accent. A low, sultry tone that wouldn’t have been out of place on a
sex-line. Wait, was this a sex line? Her daughter was at that age, but
surely...
Dani? Or is this Mistress Eileen?
No...this is Charlotte, their
mother.
Their mother? Oh, how utterly fantastic
to hear from you. I’m Mistress Lola. How are you, Charlotte dear?
I’m fine. Listen, I found your number
in my daughter’s room. What exactly are you doing with my children?
Simply providing them with their
desires, Charlotte
Oh my God, this is a sex line!
The woman laughed a sweet, lilting
laugh.
Goodness me, not at all!
You see your...son...called me for some
life advice, which I was happy to provide
And when Eileen called, naturally I
wanted to help her too.
What kind of ‘life advice’ do you
offer, Mistress
Lola?
Charlotte said the word ‘Mistress’ with
scorn. This all sounded incredibly suspicious. And why had the voice hesitated
around the word ‘son’?
Why, how to improve their lives,
naturally.
I am teaching them their proper roles
in your family, my dear.
How to be more open and honest and
respectful of each other,
so that they can be the best siblings
to each other.
And if you like, dear sweet Charlotte,
I can do the same for you.
What do you mean?
You didn't know--or even suspect--
that your son was a sissy?
A crossdresser who craves
to be dominated and transformed
by the women in his life?
Charlotte was startled. How dare this
woman accuse her son of being a...a sissy? She had a good mind to put the phone
down right now. And yet...she realised as a wave of calm came over her...and
yet that would explain...
Well, I had noticed some of my clothes
and Eileen's
being out of place...
Exactly! Well, now, Dani no longer must
hide her true self. Are you prepared
to join his sister and me
in training him to be the pretty priss
he really wants to be?
Am I? Charlotte asked herself. It was getting harder to
think clearly. The voice on the telephone was very relaxing. It seemed a lot
easier to just go with the flow and let it all go. It would be so much
easier to have two daughters. And I imagine Daniel must make a truly lovely
girl.
Very well. What must I do?
To start with, I just want you
to think of this word:
Control
Control?
Control.
Control is one of those special words
that means the same as how it sounds
When you say the word
Control
what images does it bring to your mind?
Well...being in control, I guess
Exactly.
As simple as that
Just saying that word
Control
automatically makes you picture being
in
Control
Spread it out
Con-trol
Con-trol
It suggests authority
It suggests power
It suggests domination
And if you’re the one
in control
then that gives you the power
that gives you the authority
that gives you the dominance
doesn’t it Charlotte?
Yes, it does
Control is a sexy word, isn’t it
Charlotte?
It feels sexy...when you describe it
like that
Very good
Think of that word
Control
and repeat it
over and over
over
and
over
Control
Control
Control
Control
control
control
control
control
control
control
And, as you repeat it,
realize that it means
that you are going to be
in control
because you will control your sissy son
control
control
control
control
control
You will turn him into
the image of femininity
you desire him to be
control
control
control
control
Yes, control...and now I
control your mind...
I control what you will be
A loving but firm maternal hand
for your Sissified Sweetheart of
a child, Dani
Yes, loving, firm,
in control
Charlotte felt the shift in her being.
She was no longer just a mother...she was a force, a controlling power. It felt
good, it felt right. It was getting harder to think of Daniel...Dani...as her
son. More of a chance to see how feminine a boy could become. No, not a boy...a
sissy
From the other end of the phone,
Mistress Lola could hear Charlotte’s increased heavy breathing. She smiled. Now
she had a mother to play with, as well as a sissy and apprentice. There was
something about this family that just made them so easy to be mesmerised. Time
to press the attack.
Very good!
Now, before Dani comes home,
you will throw out all her
male underclothes.
She will wear bras and panties
from now on.
Only bras and panties, yes
Even if she has to be in male
shirts and panties, she will
be frilly and girly underneath
Frilly and girly
You will take her shopping
for a girlish wardrobe
Baby-doll pajamas
Minidresses
Cute shoes
Get her lots of pretty outfits
Exactly!
You want her to be prissy
and proper
You want her to be your
Good Girl!
My Good Girl!
Charlotte smiled. Yes, Dani will be
a Good Girl! My Good Girl! My little feminized doll!
She will now call you
Mistress-Mommy
It will make you happy
to be called Mistress-Mommy
The words Mistress-Mommy
will make you feel
powerful and in control
Do you understand?
I understand.
Who are you?
Charlotte
No
Tell me who you really are
Tell me who you’ve become
Say it loud and proud and feel it
become true
As you tell me who you are
I am...I’m…
Say it for me, my darling
I am Mistress-Mommy!
As she made that declaration, Charlotte
felt something click into place in her head. There was no turning back. Now and
forever, she was Mistress-Mommy to her pretty sissy Dani.
Mistress Lola grinned triumphantly. She
had won. An easy victory, granted, but a victory nonetheless.
Very good, Mistress-Mommy!
And from now on
You will call this number regularly
and tell me how our little Dani is
progressing
introducing yourself as Mistress-Mommy
and who knows?
Perhaps you and I will have some fun of
our own
I’ve always wanted a mother I could
control
But for now
I am going to count to three
and when I reach the number three
you will hang up the phone,
and when you do,
you will awaken from this trance,
unaware you have been hypnotized,
but completely in control
as Dani's Mistress-Mommy
Remembering my instructions
as if they were your own thoughts
as you wake up in
1
2
3
And Charlotte hung up the phone and awakened. She looked at her watch. Goodness where has the time gone? The girls...girls?...yes, the girls will be home any moment!
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