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Stepton Sissy Camp, part 1

Dear Ms. Gordon:
This is to inform you that your son, Albert, has been accepted to Camp Frills ‘n’ Bows here in Stepton for the summer. Please have him ready to be picked up on Friday, July 6. There is no need to pack anything; everything he requires will be provided.
Sincerely,
Ashley Weathers, Head Counselor

On the assigned date, Albert was waiting on the front steps with his mother when a large black town car arrived. A tall, pretty woman in shorts and a t-shirt with the camp logo stepped out and greeted them. “Hi, Albert, I’m Brenda!” she said. “I’ll be your cabin counselor for the summer. Now, come on and get in, we have a long drive ahead of us.!”

His mother kissed him goodbye, and Albert, a slender boy of 14, apprehensively joined Brenda in the backseat of the car. The Gordons had only moved to Stepton a few weeks ago and he was still getting used to this strange village—where there seemed to be no other boys. Ms. Gordon smiled and thought, “I wonder what he’ll be like when he comes home?”

In the car, Brenda reached into her bag and brought out a strange device. It looked a little like a gun and a little like an aerosol spray. “What’s that?” Albert asked.

“This? Oh this is just something to help you relax and enjoy the camp experience,” she replied. She placed against the base of his neck in the bag and pressed the trigger. Albert felt a sudden pinch and twinge. “There!” Brenda said. “Now, you have the Stepton Implant in you, just like all the other boys in town…and by the time you come home from camp, you and all the other campers will be sweet little submissive sissies.”

“What?!” Albert exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, didn’t your mother explain, dear?” Brenda continued. “There are no men or boys allowed in Stepton, just dominant women and girls like me, and the cute little femboys we create out of the males who stumble into our clutches. You should already be feeling the effect of the Implant. You really don’t want to argue anymore, do you?”

“No…no, I don’t,” Albert realized. “I just want to do as you say.”

“Good girl! Go to sleep and let the Implant do its thing,” Brenda advised.

Immediately, Albert’s head lolled to one side and his eyes drifted closed. The Implant’s programming filled his mind: Your name is now Allie. You are becoming a pretty submissive sissy. You adore girl’s clothes, the more feminine the better….. It went on in that vein for the remainder of the trip to the camp. When they arrived, Brenda said, “Wake up, Allie, we’re there.” And the newly renamed Allie roused from his trance.

“Ms. Brenda, why am I wearing these horrid masculine clothes?’ he asked in disgust.

“We’ll get you something cute and girly to wear while you’re at camp, Sweetie,” Brenda replied. “Now, it’s time for orientation.”

She escorted him to the mess hall where the other campers waited as well. Then, a lovely woman in her early 20s took her place on the podium. She wore a white sleeveless romper with the camp logo. “Good afternoon,” she began. “My name is Ashley Weathers and I am the head counselor. Some of you may recognize my name—my mother is the founder and mayor of the town of Stepton and inventor of the Implant you all have within you now. Are you all feeling happy and girlish?”

“Yes, Ms. Ashley,” they replied in unison.

“Very good. Depending on the programming requested by your mother or guardian, some of you will leave at the end of the summer as prissy little girls. Others will leave as sexy teenage bimbos. Still others will be fully trained as ladies’ maids. All of you will be completely obedient to any true woman you encounter,” Ashley explained. “Now, my counselors will move among you, choosing the campers they want for their ‘team,’ and then they will take you to your cabins to change into your camp uniforms.

“Oh, one more thing,” she added as they moved off. “Don’t bother trying to jerk off. The Implants prevent any erection or ejaculation. You will come when we say you can.”

Brenda took Ally’s hand and led him, along with four or five other boys, to their cabin. On entering, they all “oohed” and “aahed” at the décor. Everything was in various shades of pink—the walls, the rugs, the frilly curtains, and most especially, the beds. The beds were all four-poster canopy affairs, with ruffled spreads and pillow covers. Each bed had a wardrobe beside it, open to reveal a myriad of overtly feminine attire and a sign with one of their names. Ally spotted the one with his name and ran to it.

“In your wardrobe, you will find your camp uniform, to be worn every day, except for special occasions. The style of your uniform will designate the training regimen you will undergo, “ Brenda explained. She held up examples as she went on. “This blouse-and-jumper ensemble will be worn by those of you who are destined to be little girl sissies.

The yellow romper is intended for future office workers, or as we style them here in Stepton, sex-retaries.

“The blue romper is worn by those of you who will be trained as ladies’ maids, who will see to all of your Mistress’s needs—including sexual ones.

“Finally, the miniskirt and jacket combination is designed for those who have been chosen to become bimbo models—brainless little toys.”

Ally gasped when he saw that the uniform in his wardrobe was this last described—his mother had decided he would be a bimbo!

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TranceCon, part 4

“It’s time the rest of you matched your lovely face,” Vera said, as she took a box from the dresser and opened it.

Eva gasped when he saw the contents—a set of false breasts. “My god, what size are they?” he asked.

Vera held them up and shook them so the massive knockers bounced. “38-C,” she replied. “Just big enough without being ridiculously huge.” She handed them to Sophia. “Help him into them.”

Sophia stretched the neck opening so it would fit over Eva’s head and then assisted him in putting it on, much like a pullover sweater. She pulled it taut, making sure the tits were properly positioned on his chest. “There we go,” she said. “Let’s see them jiggle!”

Eva made his new boobs bounce and wiggle. “They’re heavy,” he commented, “but I like the feel!”

“Of course you do,” Amanda said, coming up behind him in an embrace. “You’re a submissive sissy—you’ve been longing for a nice set of knockers for years!”

“Oh, my, look at the time,” Vera exclaimed. “We’re due for the final demonstration in one hour. Hurry, ladies, get him dressed and then outfit yourselves appropriately!”

Sixty minutes later, the Demanden sisters were again introduced in the ship’s theater. They came out in matching mini-dresses, in black, red, and blue. As usual, Vera took the lesd, acknowledging the applause from the audience. “Thank you, you’re very kind,” she said. “I know many of you were here to witness our discovery Everett and his transformation to the sissy Eva. Well, now, three days later, it’s time for you to meet his final form.”

Vera pointed to the wings and Eva minced out on six-inch spike heels. He was clad in a dress much like those his Mistresses wore, but his was in an appropriately sissy pink. He smiled, blushed and waved to the crowd. Sophia came forward to stand beside him. “He is gorgeous and sexy, isn’t he?” she noted. “But his changes are not yet complete. Our goal was to create a male lesbian bimbo. As you can see, his body now definitely fits that description, but his mind does not.” She brought out the fateful pendant and dangled it before Eva’s eyes, until she saw them glaze over in trance.

“Eva, do you know what a bimbo is?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied. “A bimbo is a person who is not very bright and obsessed with sex.”

“Would you like to be a bimbo, dear?”

“If you and the other Mistresses wish me to be,” he said.

“That’s a good sissy,” Amanda said, joining them. “Now, I want you to empty your mind of everything you know that is not required to simply be pretty and sexy. All that is left is the things a bimbo must know.”

“Yes, Mistress, I have emptied my mind….”

“Good bimbo…” Amanda said, then turned her attention to the audience. “Of course, we don’t want the poor thing to be a bimbo all the time!” She redirected herself to Eva. “Eva, whenever you hear me or one of my sisters say Bubble Head, you will be this empty-headed, sex-obsessed playtoy. If we say Smart Eva, you will go back to being a normal obedient sissy. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good bimbo. Now, wake up as your normal self.” Eva’s eyes fluttered, and he smiled.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart,” Vera asked. “Do you like being our pretty little sissy, our obedient, intelligent submissive?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress Vera,” he replied. “This is what I’ve always wanted to be!”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be a Bubble Head?” Sophia asked.

Instantly, Eva’s mouth dropped open into a surprised “O” and his body took on a sensuous and sexy pose. He cupped his hands under his boobs, as if to offer them to all who watched. “Oh, wow!” he cried, in a high-pitched squeal. “It’s so nice to have so many people, like, staring at me!”

“Why don’t you give them something to really stare at?” Amanda asked. “Pull up your skirt and rub your little cockette!”

He immediately complied and the audience saw his arousal grow. “Now, turn and show off your luscious ass,” Vera suggested. He did so, bending over so that the fabric of his dress clung to the curves of his bottom. He wiggled it, lasciviously. The audience applauded and laughed with enthusiasm.

Vera produced a rather large butt-plug. She showed it to the audience and then to Eva. “Would you like me to shove this in your ass-pussy?”

“Oooooo, yes,” Eva squealed again. Vera raised the hem of his skirt, pulled down his panties and plunged the plug in. “Golly! That feels, like, the best!” he said.

The audience again roared with approval. Vera called her sisters to join in for a curtain call as Eva continued to squirm with sexual pleasure. A spotlight hit him and the rest of the lights dimmed. The audience rose for an ovation and the dommes and their male lesbian bimbo exited.

THE END

Showing Sissy Skin

TranceCon, part 3

After the demonstration, Eva and the Demandens returned to their suite. “Time for bed, dear,” Vera announced, handing Eva a tiny pink baby-doll nightie.

“Oh, thank you,” Eva yawned, “I’m exhausted!”

“Time for bed, but not sleep,” Amanda corrected him. “At least not yet. Vera, you’re the eldest—I guess that means you get him first?”

“Yes, indeed,” Vera agreed. She slipped out of her satin gown and led Eva to her bed. There, she lay on her back and spread her legs, providing access to her pussy. “Eat me, darling….”

“Eat you?” Eva asked. “You mean….?”

“Muff-dive, dear…lick my pussy…make me come with your lips and tongue….” Vera explained.

Eva crawled into place and began to follow directions. He found he enjoyed it more than he imagined, the aroma and taste of Vera’s aroused sex was intoxicating. Soon, Vera was writhing and moaning in ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her. But she clamped her thighs together as her hands held Eva in place until the domme had experienced three more climaxes. When she released him, Vera told Eva, “Go wash up in the bathroom. Amanda will be waiting for you.”

Moments later, Eva entered Amanda’s boudoir, to find her naked on the bed. Amanda rolled over on her back and displayed her magnificent breasts to the sissy. “Come here, Eva. Your task is to suck on my titties as I jill myself to orgasm—multiple times.” Eva obeyed and lay beside Amanda, taking her left boob into his mouth. Amanda moved her right hand to her pussy and began to finger herself. “Oooh, very good, Eva,” she moaned. “Now do the other one….”

In a very short time, Eva felt Amanda shudder from climax. He stopped long enough for both of them to catch their breath and then Amanda guided his mouth again to her right nipple and said, “Use your tongue more this time, dear.” Eva performed as directed, first on the right tit and then on the left, as Amanda frigged herself even more furiously. After she came this second time, she wiped her juices off her fingers onto her nipples. “One last time, Eva….and now my knockers should be really tasty!”

With the added stimulant of Amanda’s aroma and flavor, Eva found his own arousal increasing. He desperately wanted to come, but knew he must not until granted permission. Finally, Amanda pushed him away and, like Vera before her, said, “Go wash up and then visit Sophia!”

Once again, Eva obeyed and found Sophia sitting on her bed, naked except for a harness and dildo not unlike the one used on Peggy in the demonstration that morning. “Kneel on the bed and put that lovely ass in the air. I’m about to fuck your virgin sissy ass-pussy!” Sophia announced. With trepidation, Eva took up his place and Sophia positioned herself behind him. She literally tore the panties from his hips and then lubricated her rubber shaft. She held his hips as she plunged the phallus deep into his ass.

“Uhhhh….oooooh!” Eva grunted then sighed as the cock penetrated.

“You like that?” Sophia asked. “Of course, you do—all sissies long to be fucked just like a girl!” She began to move in and out, in a primitive rhythm, the base of the harness rubbing against her own pussy and increasing her arousal. Soon, Eva was moving in time with her and moaning as each thrust seemed to go deeper within him. Sophia noted that his cock was growing erect. “Bet you wish your little thing was as long and thick as mine, don’t you?”

After screwing his ass for several minutes…and having at least three orgasms herself….Sophia withdrew. “Now, roll over and let me give you your reward,” she said. She began stroking his cock. “You see, whenever you please us, we will respond with a milking, letting you have a big of erotic satisfaction as well.” In no time, Eva’s cock exploded and Sophia caught all the cream on her fingers. She plunged her sticky digits into Eva’s mouth and said, “Lick it all up…sissies love the taste of their own cream!” And Eva discovered he really did.

“Now, clean up and return to your own quarters,” Sophia said. “Get a good night’s sleep—you have a big day ahead.”

The next morning, Eva awoke to a gentle tapping at his door. He threw on a negligee and opened it, to find the Demanden sisters waiting. “Good morning, Sweetie,” Vera greeted him. “We’re here to start the final stage of your transformation…and we’ve brought some help.” The three stepped aside and a fourth woman came forward. She was clad in a crisp white uniform-like dress and carried a large case. “This is Belle, the head stylist and cosmetician at the ship’s salon.”

Belle smiled and looked closely at Eva’s face. “Yes, he has a wonderful face for feminization!” she said. She strode in and went straight to the room’s vanity and set down her case, opening it to reveal a full kit of cosmetics and brushes. “Now, come here, Eva,” she called. “We have lots of work to do.”

Eva sat in the vanity chair. The sisters took seats around the room, but before Belle could begin, Amanda got up and stood before Eva with the pendant. “Sleep,” she said and Eva’s eyes glazed over in trance. “Observe and remember everything Belle does. From now on, you will be required to do it for yourself.” Amanda stepped back and let Belle take over.

Belle began by cleansing and exfoliating, then began applying foundation, choosing one that closely matched Eva’s own skintone. “I don’t think we’ll need contouring,” she said as she worked. “He already has very fine, very girlish bone structure.” She moved on to trimming and shaping his eyebrows into a modern, but feminine style. Next, she started defining his eyes, beginning with a highlighting tone in pale blue under his brow ridge. Then she applied a darker, deeper shade of blue to his eyelids, sweeping the color in a wing-like shape to the outside.

Belle followed the eye color with black eyeliner, just enough to make his eyes seem larger, wider, rounder. Next she applied false lashes, lush thick ones on the upper lids and spiky ones on the lower. The final touch on the eyes was using the lash curler. That was followed by making his lips into a pretty pout with hot pink lipstick and a coating of gloss, for an inviting moist appearance.

She picked out a rosy blush to apply to the high points of his cheek bones. “Every sissy should have a lovely look of embarrassment and humiliation at all times,” Belle observed.

She opened another box and revealed a wig in honey blonde with highlights. It was just a little more than chin-length and slightly curled. “I think that’s cute, don’t you?” she asked the Demandens. “Of course, in a few months when his hair has grown out, you can choose a color and style for it.”

Amanda produced the pendant and again dangled it in Eva’s eyes. “Wake up, dear,” she said and his eyelids fluttered with their new lashes. “What do you think?”

“I’m gorgeous,” Eva exclsimed, “and really girlish!”

“And we’re not done yet,” Vera said.

TO BE CONTINUED

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TranceCon, part 2

As they entered the theater, the sisters had to go directly backstage, but Everett headed for the audience. He was intercepted by a lovely usher, who escorted him to a front row seat. “Mistress Vera, Mistress Amanda and Mistress Sophia reserved this for you,” she told him. He took the proffered seat and waited. After about 15 minutes, the houselights lowered and the stage lights brightened. There was a fanfare and the Demanden Sisters came on stage.

They now wore matching satin gowns in different colors: Vera was in black, Amanda in red, and Sophia in blue. Vera took charge as the host. “Welcome to everyone—even those of you who are here because your Master or Mistress told you to come,” she began. There was a light ripple of laughter through the audience. “Before we begin the main demonstration, I’d like to bring out two of our favorite hypnotic subjects, Alan and Peggy.” A handsome couple emerged from the wings and took their places by a pair of chairs. “Now, we’ve often worked with these two, so putting them in trance is quite easy.”

Amanda stood beside Alan, Sophia stood beside Peggy. Each raised her hand before her assigned subject’s face and they snapped their fingers simultaneously. Alan and Peggy each went instantly limp and were assisted into their chairs. Amanda said to Alan, “Stand and remove all your clothes.” He obeyed. She followed that command with “I want to see an erection, Alan.” Almost immediately, Alan’s cock rose to full attention.

Sophia spoke to Peggy. “Get naked, dear,” and the girl removed her attire. Sophia looked over at Alan. “I don’t think he needs that cock, Amanda. Do you?”

“Of course not,” her sister agreed and grasped Alan’s erection firmly. She pulled and it deflated, becoming almost invisible.

Then Sophia pulled a realistic dildo from her gown. “Here it is, Alan,” she announced, holding it in the air. She attached it to a harness and then buckled the whole thing on Peggy. The faux cock bounced obscenely at the girl’s crotch.

Amanda put her arm around Alan and guided him toward his partner. “You know what to do….” Alan crossed the stage and knelt before Peggy, then took the dildo in his lips and began giving it a blowjob. Peggy began to buck her hips and moan as though she were feeling every bit of Alan’s erotic attention in a cock of her own. The audience applauded at this demonstration of erotic hypnotic control.

Vera looked on approvingly and, at the right moment, said, “Spurt-spasm!” Peggy stiffened as if experiencing ejaculation and Alan visibly swallowed as though a massive amount of cock cream had flooded his mouth. “Now, sleep,” she said, and both of them collapsed to the floor. Vera gestured to the wings and two assistants came out to help Alan and Peggy off stage. “They’ll wake up in a few moments, happy and content and remembering only a terrific sexual event. But now, it’s time for our big demonstration. Ushers, will you please escort our special guest to the stage?”

With that, two ushers went to stand by Everett and then led him to the stage. When he reached it, the Demanden sisters surrounded him in a most dominating manner. Amanda introduced their new subject: “This is Everett Manlis. According to his TranceCon membership application, he is single and has an intense interest in female domination and erotic hypnosis. Is that true, Everett?”

“Y—yes, Mistress Amanda,” he replied.

“Have you ever been interested in being feminized?” Sophia inquired.

“No, Mistress.”

“Well, that might change today,” Vera noted, smiling. She pulled a violet crystal pendant from her gown and dangled it in the stage lights and before Everett’s eyes. As she did so, the stage lights lowered, and a single spotlight was centered on Everett and the three hypno-dommes. His gaze was focused on the crystal as Vera moved it back and forth, up and down before him. Without a word, he was being dropped into trance…and in a few moments, his eyes closed, his head dropped and he was deeply hypnotized.

Sophia gestured to the wings and two assistants appeared. “Help our little hypno-subject out of his clothes,” she told them. In short order, Everett stood before the crowd, naked, his hairless body gleaming pink in the spotlight. “As you can see, Everett is a wonderful subject for feminization,” Sophia noted. “His slender, hair-free form is already quite feminine!”

“Now, we will make his mind match his body,” Amanda said. “Everett, are you happy as a normal man?”

“No, Mistress, I would prefer to be a true submissive.”

“But my sisters and I do not want a male submissive,” Amanda replied. “We want a girlish boy, a sissy. Can you be a sissy for us, Everett?”

“I will try, Mistress.”

“That’s good,” Vera said, taking over. “But Everett is not a suitable name for a sissy. From now on, your name is Eva.”

“My name is Eva,” he repeated.

“And a sissy, no matter how girlish and pretty, cannot go about naked,” Vera told him as she turned to the assistants. “What do we have for our new sissy to wear?”

One of the assistants went off stage and returned with a very tiny bikini. “Ah, yes,” Sophia said. “That will do nicely.” The assistants soon had Eva in the skimpy swimwear, and Sophia noted that his cock was quite erect. “I think our new sissy enjoys his sexy attire,” she commented.

At that, Vera again displayed the pendant before him. “Wake up, Eva, our obedient little boy-girl!” Eva’s eyes fluttered and he smiled as he realized his new self. “Now, Eva, go to the ship’s poolside and lay out and get a nice tan in your itsy-bitsy bikini! We expect to see you with appropriate tan lines when you return to our suite before dinner!”

“Yes, Mistresses,” Eva replied and moved in a feminine manner off the stage and out of the theater.

Amanda turned her attention to the audience. “We would appreciate it if you all would, for the duration of the cruise, treat Eva as the sweetly submissive darling he now has become. Oh! And his transformation is not yet over!”

TO BE CONTINUED

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TranceCon, part 1

“Isn’t it great they decided to have TranceCon be a cruise this year?” Vera Demanden asked her sisters, Amanda and Sophia.

“It certainly is,” Amanda replied. “There are so many great places on the ship to scout out the subs!”

“Right,” Sophia agreed, “like this open-air restaurant. And speaking of subs, what do you think of that one, over there?” She indicated a young man of about 25, slender and lithe, dressed in a polo and khakis.

“Cute enough,” Vera noted. “But how do you know he’s a sub?”

“For one thing, no dominant man would be unattended in a place like this,” Sophia explained. “He’d have a coterie of subs—of whatever gender—waiting on him. For another, look at the color of his name badge…..”

“Oh, you’re right,” Amanda said. “It’s white! Only the subs got that color when they registered. Dominants like us have red badges.”

“True,” Vera chimed in. “When you sign up for a membership, you have to state if you’re a dominant hypnotist or a submissive hypno-subject. But I’m surprised a good-looking boy like that hasn’t been caught yet.”

“Well, it’s only the first day of the cruise,” Sophia replied. “Besides, if he’s still free, that means he’s fair game for us, right?” And she rose to sashay over to the lad.

“Oh, Sophia,” Vera chuckled, “ever ready to lay claim to a new conquest!”

Sophia was clad in a light-blue minidress that clung to her every curve. Though she was just past 40, she still had the figure of a 25-year-old model. She eased into the chair opposite her target, crossing her legs so her skirt slid even further up her thighs. She leaned over the table, so that both her cleavage and her scarlet badge that proclaimed her hypno-domme status were obvious. Now she had a clearer view of the man’s own badge. “Everett” it said.

Everett looked up and his eyes were instantly riveted on her firm, fair tits. Sophia smiled. “Hello, Everett, my name is Sophia Demanden.” She extended her well-manicured hand.

He gulped. “Um….hi,” he stammered, quickly adding, “How should I address you? Is ‘Mistress’ all right?”

“Mistress will do nicely, dear,” Sophia cooed. As her sisters joined her, she added, “We’re doing a hypnosis demonstration this afternoon in the theater. I imagine you would make an excellent volunteer subject.

“Me?” Everett asked, surprised. “Why?

“Well, we’re going to be showing off one of our specialties,” Vera explained, “and we think you’d be perfect for the role.”

“Yes, just perfect,” Amanda purred, stroking his crotch. “Now, come along, or we’ll be late!”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Holly's History, part 5

Pamela returned the next morning and Christine escorted her to Holly’s quarters. They entered and Pamela gasped, “Oh my!” Holly stood naked in the center of the room as the Foundation fashion staff measured for her a custom outfit for her return home. Her breasts were now a firm and perky 36-D, with apparently permanently erect nipples. Her waist measured a mere 23 inches and her hips were 36 inches, with a nice round, bouncy bottom. Her 38-inch legs were smooth and shapely.

Thanks to the vibrator buzzing in her ass, her cockette—not reduced one bit by the effects of Metacalphalate-X—was at full attention. Madame Fabricantfille and Dr. Madchenmacher rose to greet Pamela. “What do you think of our little creation, dear?” the Doctor asked.

“I’m astonished!” Pamela replied. “If it weren’t that I still recognize her face, I’d never have known this beauty was my husband—I mean, my wife!”

“More than her outward appearance has been altered,” Madame noted. “Holly, come greet your spouse.”

Holly minced forward and threw her arms around Pamela’s neck. She kissed passionately, plunging her tongue deep into Pamela’s mouth. Then she slowly sank to her knees, wiggling sensuously against Pamela’s body, until her mouth was level with her spouse’s crotch. Holly lifted the hem of Pamela’s skirt, finding her unclad pussy, and began sucking and licking eagerly. Pamela moaned in response. “Oh, oh, ooooooh,” Pamela sighed. “When did she learn to do this?”

“All part of the program,” Madame answered. “When you requested a male lesbian, it was automatically included in her hypnotic conditioning. Speaking of which—Christine, isn’t It time for Holly’s salon appointment?”

“Oh, yes, Madame!” the sissy maid responded. She got a robe and wrapped it around Holly.

“Wait!” Madame gazed into Holly’s eyes. “Sleep, sleep, sleep…..” and Holly’s eyes glazed over in trance. “You will pay close attention to what the stylists do and remember it, because it will be part of your daily routine from now on.”

“May I go and observe her in the salon?” Pamela asked.

“Of course,” Dr. Madchenmacher said.

So it was that Pamela watched and found herself growing quite warm and wet as her once-masculine spouse was made beautiful in face as well as body. As they completed their work with foundation, eye makeup, blush, and lipstick, one of them produced a wavy wig in dark blonde. “She’ll have to wear this until the final stage of the M-X effects,” a stylist explained. “In about two weeks, her hair will be long enough to be set, styled and colored.”

With the wig in place, Holly was escorted back to her quarters, where Madame and the Doctor awaited. “Time for our liebchen to be appropriately dressed,” the Doctor pronounced. It began with a lacy black garter belt, followed by a matching pair of panties. Next was a push-up bra that created a sexy cleavage. Holly sat as the staff pulled sheer hose up her legs and attached them tautly to the tabs of the garter belt. Her shoes were black sandals with five-inch heels.

The finishing touch was a little black dress, that displayed her impressive knockers and her long, sensuous legs. Pamela was breathing heavily by the time it was all over.

Madame again gazed at Holly. “Awake,” she said, and Holly’s eyes fluttered and then went wide.

“Oh, Miss Pamela, thank you so much for this!” she exclaimed.

“Come home with me now, and you can thank me properly,” Pamela said, smiling. They were led to the entrance and sped off for home. Once there, Pemela took Holly directly to the bedroom. “Get out of that dress, you little minx! Watching you prance around has gotten me quite hot. Help me out of my frock.” Holly did as ordered and Pamela lay on the bed, legs spread. “I need a good muff-dive, Sweetie….and if you do a really superb job, I’ll give you one of the milkings Dr. Madchenmacher says you should receive periodically.”

THE END

Happy Fourth

Once again, I represent my annual Fourth of July piece, first seen in 2011:

Last week I got into a somewhat heated discussion with my wife about the story of NBC Sports "editing" the Pledge of Allegiance in a patriotic montage they used in their coverage of the US Open. (They took out the part where the class of kids said "under God".) I argued that we had made a fetish of this piece of much-edited 19th Century doggerel ("under God" was added in the 1950s, "indivisible" sometime before that) and that I would much rather our schoolkids memorized something with real meaning to our nation's values. Asked what that should be, I responded, "How about the Preamble to the Constitution?" I think that is something schoolkids should recite every morning, rather than an oath of allegiance to a piece of cloth.

Well, we're coming up on Independence Day, so I went looking for something to celebrate with here. I'd have loved to find the musical version of the Preamble I sang in Junior High School chorus (but all I could find was the Schoolhouse Rock song--it's cute, but doesn't have the drama of the one we sang). Instead, here's a little kitsch...William Shatner as James Kirk, from the Star Trek episode "The Omega Glory". Like anything Shatner does, it's a touch over the top, but....



Happy Fourth to you all

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Dresses for Life #107

Holly's History, part 4

Pamela and Madame were together in the CCTV observation room, watching as Holly was prepared for the next step in her transformation. She was secured to an exam table, as Dr. Madchenmacher prepared an injection. “What’s going to happen now?” Pamela asked.

“I need to explain a few things,” Madame answered. “Several years ago, one of the scientists in our labs, a brilliant bio-chemist named T.R. Betticut, developed a new drug, which he called Metacalphate-X. It’s a fast-acting genetic catalyst, which super-activates the X chromosome in the male body, while not depressing the Y chromosome at all. Essentially, it brings out the latent feminine elements of the physical form—breasts, hips, etc. Over time, we have learned how to ‘tweak’ its chemical components to achieve precisely the results we want in each individual patient.”

“Fascinating,” Pamela said. “So you use it to make Holly into exactly the kind of feminized male I desire?”

“Precisely. And we can do it without surgery and in just 48 hours,” Madame explained. “Now, you asked for a very curvy body, am I right?”

“Yes—large tits, say D-cup, and a narrow waist,” Pamela agreed. “Hips wide, but not too wide; long, shapely legs, of course, as well.”

“That is what Dr. Madchenmacher has prepared Holly’s dose of M-X to do,” Madame noted. “It will also lighten the sound of her voice. Oh—and this should please you—give her a more feminine reaction to sexual stimulation. She will still be able to ejaculate, of course, but also be able to have multiple orgasms in a very short period of time. No more ‘wham, bam, thank-you-ma’am’ bed sessions.”

Pamela sighed. “That will be wonderful!”

“The injection should be taking effect right about now,” Madame pointed out. She activated the intercom. “Magda, are you seeing any results yet?”

The Doctor’s voice came over the speakers. “Yes, her nipples have enlarged somewhat and seem to be—yes, they are quite sensitive to touch. I suggest you and Pamela return this evening to see further developments.”

When Pamela and Madame returned some twelve hours later, Pamela gasped when she saw her husband. Though not yet at the full predicted size, it was obvious his breasts had significantly expanded and his waist was far smaller. Seeing their return, Dr. Madchenmacher approached the still sedated Holly and said, “Observe.” She lightly stroked Holly’s nipples and they saw her “cockette” react, growing larger and stiffer. “Yes, she now has a decided feminine reaction to many stimuli,” the Doctor noted.

“Will she be aroused by performing cunnilingus?” Pamela asked, breathlessly. “What about anal penetration?”

“Most definitely,” the Doctor replied. “One of the effects of M-X is to reroute nearly all of her erogenous zones to a female reaction.”

“When will she be fully transformed, Magda?” Madame asked.

“I estimate by tomorrow at about 9 AM, Holly will be physically everything Miss Pamela requested.”

“And what will be the next step?’ Pamela inquired.

“Then we will prepare her for her trip home with you,” Madame answered.

TO BE CONTINUED