enTRANSed: April 2025

Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Go FISH, part 2

Amanda found the details of the FISH program intriguing, so much so that she decided to ask Flossie about the experience. She pulled a seat up to the receptionist’s desk and inquired, “Flossie, are you happy in your new role?”

“Happy, Miss Amanda?” she replied. “I’m ecstatic! Somehow, Ms. Allison realized I was never meant to be a ‘normal’ male and FISH helped her change me into the sissy I should be.”

“But what is your life like now?” Amanda continued to probe. “Tell me of a typical day.”

“Well, from Monday to Friday, it works like this,” Flossie began. “I wake up in my sissyish nightdress, having spent a lovely time sharing Ms. Allison’s bed. I am always up before she is. I put on the maid’s uniform I wear at home and lay out her clothes for the day. I gently wake her and while she dresses, I prepare breakfast. I bring hers on a tray and then retreat to the kitchen for my own.

“Once we have both finished eating, I do the washing up and then change into something like you see me in now. We drive here to the shop and I begin my duties. After lunch, we generally close for an hour and Ms. Allison provides me with an erotic interlude…I do love to taste her pussy! We generally end the day here around six and then return home for a light dinner. At bedtime, I assist her into her nightie and crawl into bed beside her. We often have a vigorous make-out session and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.”

“You’ve said that’s Monday to Friday,” Amanda observed. “I gather the weekends are…different?”

Flossie blushed. “Oh my! On Friday night, Ms. Allison first masturbates me—or as she calls it, ‘milks’ me—until I have come three or four times and cannot come again. This leaves me feeling quite weak and submissive, as If having all my male juices drained has made me feminine and very juvenile. Then she puts me in a diaper, takes me in her arms and I nurse at her breasts, like a baby.

“When she feels I am sufficiently infantile, she places a pacifier in my mouth, dresses me in a delightful ‘onesie,’ and puts me to bed. On Saturday morning, she wakes me and puts me in a high chair for breakfast—a baby bottle of warm milk, mixed with the cream she pumped out of me the night before.”

Amanda gasped. “She feeds you your own semen?”

“Oh, yes,” Flossie replied, smiling and licking her lips. “It’s very tasty! I remain as a baby until Monday morning, when she again allows me to dress as an overly frilly feminine male!” She looked at the clock. “I suspect Leah is done with her makeover by now. Would you like to see her?”

“Yes, of course,” Amanda said. Flossie escorted her to the chair where Ms. Allison had worked on the young sissy. “Goodness! What a change,” Amanda remarked. Leah’s hair had been bleached to a golden blonde and then tightly permed into a cap of curls. Her complexion had been smoothed into a girlish glow, her eyes done up to make her look very young and innocent, a look accented by her pink lips. Her nails had been filed and shaped into feminine ovals and painted to match her lips.

Leah looked at Amanda with pleading in her eyes. “Please, sister, may we go home now?”

“Not quite yet, Leah,” Amanda replied. “I want you to thank Ms. Allison for the lovely work she has done on you, by giving her a deep curtsey. I know you can do it, dear.” Leah stood and did her best to make the feminine bow requested. “Well, we’ll work on that at home,” Amanda laughed. “For now, I want you to give both Ms. Allison and Flossie a sweet good-bye kiss.”

Allison stepped forward, took Leah’s face he her hands and gently kissed her. Flossie, on the other hand, took Leah in her arms, pressed her lips tight to Leah’s and then thrust her tongue deep into the other sissy’s mouth. Leah staggered under this erotic assault….and Amanda noted an obvious twitch in Leah’s pantied crotch. She also observed the satisfied grin on the sissy receptionist.

Amanda took the FISH pamphlet and waved it as they left. “This will come in handy,” she called.

TO BE CONTINUED

Sunday, April 13, 2025

Go FISH

Beginning a new story....

Amanda rapped on the door to her brother’s room and, without waiting for a response, walked in. As she suspected, she discovered Leo completely naked, using a pair of her panties to masturbate. “So, I was right—you are the one who has been in my dresser!” she exclaimed.

“Mandy!” the startled boy dropped the undies and sat upright.

“Oh, don’t pretend,” she castigated him. “I figured it out weeks ago and I’m all set to deal with it.” From behind her back, she produced a pink plastic device. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs, sissy!” Before Leo could object or prevent it, she snapped the chastity on to his cock and closed the lock. She draped the key on a chain around her neck.

“Sissy? What do you mean?” he protested.

She laughed. “You’re a sissy…and now you’ll never be a boy again. Your name is now Leah….and you will be referred to as one, with feminine pronouns and all, from now on,” Amanda explained. “Remember, Mom’s will made me your guardian until you’re 18…and you’re only 15 right now. By the time I’ve completed my plans for you, you’ll be happy to be my little brolita! Oh—and you will refer to me as ‘Miss Amanda’!” She crossed to the door. “Wait here until I return, not that you’re likely to go anywhere in your current state.”

Amanda returned shortly with a basket of clothes. “Within a week or so, all the male garb in this room will be replaced with appropriately feminine attire,” she told the sissy. “Let’s start with these.” She tossed a pair of frilly, ruffled pink panties on the bed. “Put them on, Leah,” she ordered, emphasizing the feminine name. Leah took the undies and pulled them over her encased sissy-cock. “Yes, very cute,” Amanda remarked. “I’ll help you with the next item, this time.”

She knelt by the bed and pulled white knee-high nylon stockings up his legs, then helped Leah to her feet and dropped a pink silk camisole over her body. “Feel that soft silk slither over your nipples, darling,” Amanda purred, as she caressed his chest. “We’ll have to work on improving your bust line,” she giggled. She pulled out a number of pink petticoats and handed them to Leah. “We’ll start with just two pettis, I think,” she suggested. When they were settled over Leah’s thighs with a sibilant rustle, Amanda produced a pair of black-patent mary-jane shoes with a two-inch heel. “Just high enough for you to get used to them, sweetie.”

Leah took a few steps, wobbling slightly. “You’ll find your balance in a bit, dear,” Amanda advised. “But it’s time now for the dress!”

And what a dress! It, too, was pink, covered in lacy frills, and once it was settled over the petticoats, came to four inches above Leah’s knees. “Come look in the mirror, my little sissy sibling!”

Leah did as ordered and when she saw herself, tears began in her eyes. “I look ridiculous,” she sobbed.

“No, sweetie, you look delicious, just the way a newly feminized pansy should look,” Amanda responded, “except…yes, we need to get something done with your face and hair!” She pulled out her phone and dialed. “Allison, it’s Amanda—do you have time for an emergency makeover? Yes, it’s Leo—well, Leah now….you can deal with it immediately? Terrific!” She ended the call and grabbed Leah’s hand.

“Let’s go, you little femboy…the changes aren’t over yet!”

Fifteen minutes later, Leah minced behind her big sister as they entered the House of Femininity, a boutique and salon run by their cousin, Allison. Allison gasped in surprise and pleasure as she realized who the frill-covered figure truly was. “Amanda—is this Leo?” she asked.

“Leah,” Amanda corrected her. “I’ve grown tired of dealing with my brother’s sexist ways and have taken control. Does that shock you, cousin?”

“Shock me? Goodness no,” Allison replied. “I’ve been wondering what took you so long. Surely you realized I am all in favor of feminization?”

“No, I didn’t,” Amanda remarked. “Why would I be?”

“You didn’t notice the posters all over this place?” Allison pointed to one of them.

“FISH Academy….what’s that?”

“It’s an on-line course for transforming annoying men and boys into sweetly feminine creatures. I’ve actually used their program to help some of my clients,” Allison explained. “And myself, of course.” She gestured to the figure sitting at the reception desk. “You don’t recognize Flossie, do you?”

Puzzled, Amanda looked more closely at the over-the-top girlish person. “You mean that’s….”

“Yes, until six months ago, Flossie was my good-for-nothing husband, Frank,” Allison explained. “Now, thanks to FISH, she’s my submissive male lesbian assistant and concubine.” She looked over at Leah. “Now, what do you want done with your little brolita?”

Amanda smiled. “Given your greater experience in all this, I leave her in your capable hands.” With that, she picked up a brochure about FISH Academy, took a seat in the reception area and waited for her sissy to be transformed.

TO BE CONTINUED