Monday, February 10, 2025

Friday, February 7, 2025

Hypno-Session: Ultimate Slut (NSFW)

On Wednesday, I had a much postponed hypno session with Goddess LolaVenus. A few days before, I told her I was feeling especially horny and slutty and she obliged my desires, in a session that is decidedly "not safe for work". The trance-script is here.

Saturday, February 1, 2025

Sissy Sorority, conclusion

Next Saturday, Jeremy stood outside the location, known as “Vera’s Pansy Palace”. For this excursion, he decided to be a bit more obviously feminine; he wore blouse with lace-trimmed collar and cuffs, and pink leggings. His shoes were patent-leather ballet flats. He took a deep breath and entered.

“Hi, sweetie!’ said the woman behind the counter. “How can I help you?”

“Ms. Vera recommended I come here to try and look more girlish,” Jeremy began.

“Oh! You must be Jemma,” the receptionist replied. “Ms. Vera said to expect you.” She spoke into a microphone and her voice rang throughout the building. “Attention all staff! We have a ‘newbie’ at reception. His name is Jemma. Will guest services please send someone to escort him?”

In just a few moments, a pretty young woman in a gleaming white jumpsuit arrived. “Hello, Jemma, I am Ms. Clarissa. Follow me.” She led him through the door into the main part of the facility. Gesturing to the right, she said, “over there, we have the boutique, where we stock a full range of attire, from undies to shoes to dresses and gowns of all kinds—and all sized and designed to fit a male body.” A few more paces and she pointed to the left. “And here we have the salon. This is where your time with us will begin.” She called to another staff member, similarly clad. “Ms. Teresa, Jemma is scheduled for his first full makeover. I leave him in your capable hands.”

Ms. Teresa, equally as attractive, took Jeremy by the hand and led him to a styling chair. “Excuse me, Ms. Teresa,” he said, “but am I right that you, Ms. Clarissa and all the other staff here are biological women, unlike me and your customers?’

“Absolutely true, Jemma,” she replied. “And we are all members of Phi-Delta-Phi. We get immense pleasure from dominating and feminizing little pansies like you!” She finished with a laugh.

Jeremy looked around the salon and again recognized many of the boys and men being worked on…but he was confused when he saw one very young customer (no more than 13, he guessed) who was secured to his chair with straps on his arms and legs. “Oh, I see you’ve noticed Peggy,” Ms. Teresa explained. “You see, some Phi-Delta-Phi members have sons and brothers who need to be…well, convinced…to be transformed. Until they accept their revised appearance, they are kept in restraints.”

“He is wearing a set of headphones, too….” Jeremy noted.

“Oh, yes,” she continued. “We sometimes find it necessary to use mild hypnosis to complete the process. In fact, some of our regular customers enjoy the experience as well.” She looked down at her clipboard. “It says here, Ms. Vera has recommended it for you.”

Jeremy gasped. “Really?” He’d never considered it before, but something about the idea of using hypnosis to improve his ability to simulate femininity intrigued him. “Sure, why not?” he exclaimed.

“Then step over to my station and we’ll begin.” Ms. Teresa adjusted the chair and then turned it so it faced away from the mirror. “I always find it works best when my subject can’t see the transformation in process.” She slipped the headphones over Jeremy’s ears and flipped a switch.

Jeremy’s ears were filled with a soothing music and Ms. Teresa’s voice, gently lulling him into a light trance. In a short time, he became completely unaware of anything happening to him. And in that time, Ms. Teresa completely changed his appearance, from a somewhat handsome young man to a very pretty boy.

When she was done, Ms. Teresa turned the chair back to face the mirror and carefully lifted the earphones from Jeremy’s head. “Oooooh,” he sighed. “I look beautiful!”

“Yes, you do,” Ms. Teresa agreed. “Now you are ready for the next step.” She flipped a switch and her voice came over the loudspeaker: “Will Ms. Clarissa please collect Jemma for her clothing shopping?” Moments later, Ms. Clarissa returned.

“You’ve done a marvelous job with him,” she gushed. “Now, don’t dawdle, Jemma—we still have a lot to do.” As she led Jeremy to the boutique side of the facility, she explained, “I’m sure you have a good deal of typical ‘co-ed’ styles in your wardrobe, but Ms. Vera has decreed that tonight’s gathering at the chapter house will be a formal affair! So we need to find you an elegant evening gown and all the accessories to go with it!”

On entering the formal wear department, Jeremy was astounded by the sheer abundance of choices: Floor-length A-line dresses, tight-fitting mermaid styles, column gowns…and all with a variety of bodices—spaghetti straps, bare-shoulder, halter, bare-back. And the colors! Black, white, red, and every pastel shade he could imagine! But first, came the measuring. Another staff member, in the requisite white jumpsuit, stripped him to his foundation garments and began wrapping a tape measure around his bust, his waist, his hips, and stretching it from his crotch to the floor. “Jemma is a perfect size 10,” she announced. “And pink is definitely her color!”

Ms. Clarissa began looking through the racks, pulling out a gown and holding it before Jeremy’s body. She repeatedly shook her head and chose another, going through a half-dozen before finally announcing, “This is the one! Go to the fitting room and try it on, Jemma.” She gestured to the other staff member to assist.

It took a while to get him into all the necessary things, but eventually Jeremy emerged wearing the selected gown: A pink one-shouldered column gown with magnificent ruffles on the bodice. “Yes,” Ms. Teresa exclaimed. “No one but a truly submissive sissy would be seen in such an outfit!” Jeremy smiled at his reflection in the mirror and the compliments. “Now, I have one last request of you, Jemma,” Ms. Clarissa said. “May I have the honor of being your escort tonight?”

Jeremy blushed and smiled shyly. “I am the one who would be honored,” he whispered. Ms. Clarissa took him in her arms and gave him a deep kiss.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

At 7 PM, Jeremy was all set. He was wearing his sexiest lingerie, sheerest nylons, highest heels and, of course, that gorgeous pink gown. He could feel his arousal grow as the moment approached; his sissy-cock grew and twitched at the memory of that kiss! The doorbell rang. He answered the door and there stood Ms. Clarissa, in a sexier version of the Phi-Delta-Phi uniform—low cut and all in a domme-appropriate black.

“Hello, Sweetie,” she said, a broad smile on her face. “My, I’m going to be the envy of all my sorority sisters with you on my arm this evening!”

Jeremy gave her his arm and they went out to the limousine she had rented for the night. She held the door as he slid in, then took her place at the wheel. She steered with one hand, as the other stroked and caressed his burgeoning member. “So big, so eager,” she laughed. “Will I need to lock you in a chastity cage to avoid embarrassing moments?” The thought of being so encased made Jeremy’s sissy-cock twitch once more. “Well, you like that, do you?” Jeremy blushed and nodded. “How would you feel if I added a butt plug…so I would be the only one with access to you?” He squirmed in response to that suggestion. “All right then, the ladies room will be our first stop on arrival!”

And so, a few minutes later, Jeremy discovered the fascinating feeling of being locked in the front and filled in the back…and fell in love with the idea of being so totally controlled by a beautiful woman who preferred him to be beautiful as well. “Ms. Teresa,” he whispered, as they close-danced, “I believe I am falling in love with you.”

Ms. Clarissa smiled. “Exactly, my plan, Jemma dear. Tomorrow, we can begin planning on moving in together.”

Six weeks later:

Men and women on campus admired the couple who paused on the library steps. They dressed like a pair of classic 1950s co-eds, but acted like a passionate lesbian love affair—which they very nearly were. “Jemma, would you rather muff-dive me tonight…or have me peg that luscious ass-pussy of yours?”

“Oh, Ms. Teresa, you know I really don’t care,” Jeremy sighed. “As long as you milk me when we’re done and feed me my cock-cream for dessert!”

THE END

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Sissy Sorority, part one

Jeremy knew he was different by the time he was 12. At that age, he realized he was much more comfortable wearing dresses and skirts than pants and jeans. Of course, he never told anyone about it. But, whenever he had the chance, he would “borrow” something from his older sister and spend some time “being pretty,” as he called it. He wasn’t gay—he knew that. He enjoyed the company of girls and wished he could spend more time doing the things they did. He didn’t want to be a girl, either—he just preferred looking and acting like a girl.

Now he was a college freshman, spending Saturday afternoon in his favorite way—lounging on the bed in his off-campus apartment, wearing a delightful satin nightgown, scrolling through the internet on his laptop, looking for websites about boys like himself. Most often, those sites featured photos of guys wearing bras and panties, sometimes fully dressed as girls. They were fun to look at, but Jeremy was hoping for more, hoping for information about activities such males (often referred to as “sissies”) could safely engage in.

Today, he finally lucked out, when this advertisement popped up.



“Wow!” he thought. “Is this real? Does this group have a chapter on my campus?” He clicked on the link for more information.

Phi-Pi-Beta has chapters on scores of campuses around the nation. Key in your college’s name to find out if we’re active there.


Jeremy did so and was surprised to find out there was a chapter there. He clicked on the link for it to find out more.

The Phi-Pi-Beta chapter house in your community is located at 55 Rivington St. It holds introductory get-togethers every Saturday at 7 PM. Dress is “coms as you are,” as feminine or as masculine as you feel up to. Come on by!


Jeremy checked the time. He had three hours to be ready. “What should I wear?” he asked himself. “I have plenty of girly clothes, but I’m not sure I’m confident enough to show up in public that way.” In the end, he decided to “underdress.” He put on a pretty pair of panties in a floral print and a matching bra. He filled the bra just enough to have a soft curve under his chosen shirt. Getting a bit more daring, he pulled on a pair of tight stretch jeans (designed for girls, of course) and pink low-cut girls’ sneakers, letting his bare ankles show.

As it came time to leave, Jeremy looked at himself in the mirror. “Makeup? Or will that be a step too far?” Eventually, he decided a light coating of soft pink gloss on his lips would be enough. The chapter house was just under two blocks away and it was a warm spring evening. He took a deep breath, feeling the constraint of his bra, and stepped outside. Thanks to the weather, the area around campus was quite busy, but no one seemed to take notice of this mildly effeminate young man as he strolled to the Phi-Pi-Beta house.

He arrived to find a large home, probably at one time a wealthy family’s mansion. He walked up the steps, rang the doorbell and, in short order, the door was opened by a pretty thing in an a-line dress. Not until the figure greeted him—“Hi! Welcome to Phi-Pi-Beta!”—was Jeremy aware that this vision of femininity was as masculine as he was.

“Uh, hi…” he stammered. “I’m here for the introductory get-together.”

“Then come on in,” the greeter replied. “My name is Adelaide…and yours is….?”

“Jeremy,” he answered.

“Oh, really now,” Adelaide laughed, noticing the curve of his bust and the style of his jeans and sneakers. “What’s your femme name?”

Jeremy was taken aback. He hadn’t considered that he would need a girl’s name. “Ummm… well, I guess you can call me Jemma!”

“Jemma! I love it,” Adelaide gushed. “Come this way.” She led him into a large room filled with people. Most of them were dressed in party clothes, feminine party clothes, but a few were clad more casually, like Jeremy. Even so, it was hard to tell the males from the females, though Jeremy supposed that most were the “pretty boys” spoken of in the advertisement that brought him here. He also realized that not all of the attendees were students. Despite their unusual garb, he recognized a few of his instructors and professors and—isn’t that?—yes, it is the Dean of Students in a stunning cocktail dress!

Just as he was having that realization, Adelaide introduced Jeremy to the one person in the room who was undoubtedly female. “Jemma,” she said, “this is our house mother, Ms. Vera Demanden. We usually call her ‘Ms. Vera.’” The very attractive woman, in her early 40s, extended a well-manicured hand to Jeremy. “Ms. Vera, this is Jemma. She is here for the first time.”

“Pleased to meet you, Jemma,” said Ms. Vera, as he took her hand. “But why do you look so…so…masculine?” She stopped for a moment and then smiled. “Ah, I understand! This is your first time to acknowledge in public that you are a sissy, a nancy-boy, a pansy! There’s no need to be frightened, dear. Even the real women in this group, like me, hold lovely things like you close to our hearts. Most of us are members of an affiliated society, Phi-Delta-Phi, the Foundation for Dominant Feminizers. We are all lesbians who delight in turning men and boys into male lesbian playthings.” She ran her hand lightly over Jeremy’s slightly curved chest and then down to the crotch of his tight jeans.

Jeremy blushed furiously.

“I think you could be just as pretty as Adelaide here,” Ms. Vera told him. “Why don’t you come to my salon and boutique before next week’s gathering and I’ll show you.” She handed him a card, smiled and walked away.

TO BE CONTINUED

Saturday, January 4, 2025

From Aaron to Erin, Conclusion

Erin reported as required to Ms. Vera a week later. “I have good news for you, Miss Erin. Your progress has been so quick and so successful, we have decided to move you directly into Step Six. Today, our photographer, Ms. Shutter, will begin compiling your professional portfolio. Please proceed directly to her studio.”

Erin curtseyed and replied, “Yes, Ms. Vera.”

Arriving at the photo studio, Erin found the photographer going through a rack of clothes. “Come in, Ms. Erin!” she called. “As you know, we are going to set you off on a career as a sexy pin-up model, sort of our own little Bettie Page, if you will.” She handed Erin one of the outfits. “Slip into this and we’ll get started.”

“Oh, Ms. Shutter,” Erin gushed, “I feel so sexy in this!”

“That’s good, now pose appropriately.” Ms. Shutter ran Erin through a variety of poses, emphasizing her boobs, her ass, her legs in turn. “Try to be a little coy,” she advised the new model. “Look over your shoulder at the lens, purse your lips, lower your eyes and smile seductively.” When Erin showed she could manage all that, Ms. Shutter announced. “That’s enough for today. Tomorrow we’ll try another look.”

The next day, Erin went straight to the studio. “Something a bit more risque today,” Ms. Shutter told her, indicating a sort of bustier-minidress with lots of lace trim, thigh-high stockings and skyscraper heels. Erin grinned, imagining how cute and naughty she would look in it.

This set of poses were more in the manner of boudoir photography, with Erin lying on an unmade bed, often with legs in the air or showing off the round globes of her tits. “You’re a natural, Ms. Erin,” the photographer complimented her. “No wonder this is the life you have chosen!”

After lunch, Erin changed into a negligee and pink bedroom mules. Ms. Shutter seated her in a room set up with a lady’s vanity and continued the boudoir theme. “You’ve been caught at preparing for your erotic night with a beautiful lesbian lover,” she explained. “Let’s see you act it out.”

Erin smiled and simpered through a series of photos, alternately boldly sexy and shyly prim. All these poses were added to her portfolio.

At the end of the session, Ms. Shutter announced, “I think we have enough. I’m going to send these around to the agencies. I expect you’ll be getting bookings very quickly.” And she was right! Within two weeks, Erin’s calendar was filled with appointments to pose for advertisements. The success of those led to opportunities to appear in magazines, especially when the “secret” of her true gender was revealed.

Publishers on the kinkier end of the business were eager to have such a beautiful sissy grace their pages. Her first cover was a sensation and gave her national attention.



But she proved to have more than raw sex appeal, when she was assigned to appear on the cover of Sweet and Sexy, a magazine aimed at those who preferred more girlish pansies.



In time, she had so many bookings and such a large following, that a book publisher made a deal for a coffee-table edition of her entire portfolio.



Erin’s following was mostly from the dominant lesbian community, those who were excited to feminize men into being their lovers. Prominent among these domme-dykes was a certain movie celebrity, who began to escort Erin everywhere and eventually proposed marriage. Thus Erin made her first appearance on the cover of a major general interest magazine….and found lasting happiness as the male lesbian bedmate of a gorgeous woman!

THE END