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Eve at the YTCA

 

[This story is written in epistolary manner; that is, it consists of a series of letters and/or emails the various characters have written to each other.]

Dear Adam:

Just a quick note to see how you’re doing. I worry about my boy living in the big city and in a way that seems so different, so odd. Are you sure you’re in a safe place? Do you have friends?

Your loving Mother.

Dear Mom:

I’m fine and very happy with my new life! I told you when I moved out it was time for me to be the person I have always wanted to be—a boy who dresses, acts and lives like a girl! I have a very safe place to stay, filled with boys like me. It’s called the YTCA—the Young Trsnny Counseling Association. They have a building on the East Side of Manhattan, not far from Grand Central Terminal, with apartments and lots of amenities, like a laundry, a gym and a pool.

Their employment service even found me a job! I work for Demanden Enterprises, where all the executives are beautiful women, and the clerical staff are all pretty femboys, like me! I go out on weekends with my neighbors and some of my co-workers. There are so many places here that welcome sissies and pansies that we never lack for entertainment and companionship. Some of the clubs have clientele that includes women like my superiors at Demanden, who prefer their romantic partners to be submissive crossdressers. I have to admit that is the kind of relationship I want to have.

Gotta go, now, Mom…my neighbor, Trixie, is here and we’re going to see the stage musical of Some Like It Hot (you remember watching the movie with me when I was 12, right?).

I’ll sign off with my new name—please use it in the future.

Love, Eve

Dear Eve:

First off, I’ll try to remember about the name—don’t be surprised if I slip in actual conversation.

I’m glad to hear things are going so well. I’d love to see a little of what you look like these days. If I have a pretty “daughter,” I want to help her be that way. That brings up a niggling question—I know you dress and act like a girl now, but do you identify as female? Do you introduce yourself as a boy or a girl? Do you use feminine pronouns?

I realize that’s a lot of questions, but I’m struggling to understand your new life and how, I, as your parent, fit into it.

Your loving Mother

Dear Mom:

Sorry, I should have included a photo in that last message!

As you can see, my daily attire is quite “normal”—I believe I fit in anywhere as an “office girl”. I do not identify as either male or female, though I use feminine pronouns to avoid confusion. Like most of my compatriots at YTCA, I call myself a “sissy,” defined as a male who prefers to appear female. Some of the YTCA members go a bit further in their styles—we  have a few drag queens among us (you know what those are, right?) and even a couple who dress as little girls, in lots of frills and petticoats. Any style of feminine dress is accepted among us.

For example, most of us wear cute one-piece swimsuits in the pool, but a few prefer to go with bikinis (they usually have gone through some form of breast enhancement). I’m actually thinking of getting a two-piece myself for the summer, so I can sunbathe and acquire a nice “girly” tan.

Almost bedtime, have to get into my babydolls.

Love, Eve

TO BE CONTINUED

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Go FISH, conclusion

“Welcome back to our returning students and faculty…and a special welcome to new students, including the members of The FISH Academy!” Mrs. Demanden’s opening words at the first all-class meeting of the term were greeted with cheers and applause….but not universally. From the rear of the auditorium, a chorus of boos and grumbling aroused at the mention of the FISH students, followed by one very loud voice: “Go home, perverts and fairies!”

Mrs. Demanden recognized the chief protestor immediately. “Mitchell, one more outburst of that kind, and you will spend the next week in detention,” she admonished the speaker. She then turned her attention to the newest contingent of students. “FISH Academy attendees, will you please stand to be acknowledged.”

Around the room, 30 sweetly attired sissies rose, their pretty dresses and petticoats rustling. At a nod from Mrs. Demanden, they curtseyed in unison, and the crowd applauded once again. “These little darlings are with us to learn how to be proper femboys and nancies, as their parents and guardians have requested. They will be attending some of the regular classes, such as English, history and mathematics, but the bulk of their time will be spent in practicing sissy behavior.” There was another rumbling of discontent from the rear, but Mrs. Demanden silenced it with a sharp look.

After a few more remarks, Mrs. Demanden dismissed the assembly. As they exited, the FISH students were again accosted verbally, notably by the leader of the bullies, Mitchell Rogers, who spotted Leah as a new addition. “Hey, cutie,” he catcalled her. “Have you got a cock under all those frills?” Leah blushed and turned her head. The dean of the FISH Academy, Ms. Stricklace, stepped in to put a stop to this.

“Miss Leah, pay no attention to that loudmouth,” she said. “Mitchell, one more word from you and I’ll see you in my office!” Mitchell began to speak, thought better of it, and stomped off, surrounded by his rowdy friends. Ms. Stricklace turned her attention to the sissies. “Follow me to the sewing room for your lesson in embroidery.”

As Leah sat and carefully sewed her name into a pretty pair of satin panties, a new friend, Rosamund, commiserated. “We’ve all had run-ins with Mitchell and his pack of rowdies,” she told Leah. “I wouldn’t worry about him—he seems to be all bark and no bite.”

“Thanks, Rosamund,” Leah replied. “What really bothered me was that my sissy-cock got very aroused when he insulted me that way.”

“That just proves you’re a real sissy,” Rosamund noted. “We all get turned on by being humiliated.” She leaned in and gave Leah a sweet sissy kiss on the lips.

That evening, Leah told Amanda about her run-in with Mitchell. “Don’t worry about any of it, darling,” her sister advised. “Some boys will never understand the joy of being feminized until they experience it for themselves.” And I’d bet Mitchell will very soon, if I know Mrs. Demanden, Amanda thought. “Now, let me help you feel better—how about a nice milking?”

Leah smiled and threw her arms around Amanda. “That would be so lovely, Miss Amanda! Will you save my cream for my bottle in the morning?”

“I have something even better in mind, sweetie,” Amanda said. “Let’s have cake and milk and I’ll use your cream as extra icing on yours!” Leah licked her lips in anticipation of the special treat.

One month later, things had seemed to settle down at school. Auditions were announced for the annual play and Leah, in a surprise move, was selected to play the ingenue role. Unfortunately, Mitchell would be playing the villain, so they would be somewhat thrown together during rehearsals. Leah kept her distance and the girls and sissies in the cast protected her from Mitchell’s abuse…but they couldn’t be around all the time.

On the afternoon of final dress rehearsal, Leah found herself the last to leave. As she packed her things, Mitchell burst into the dressing room used by the girls and sissies. “Finally got you alone, pervert!” he shouted. “Time you paid for the trouble you’ve caused me!”

Leah backed away from him. “Any trouble you were in was your own doing,” she replied through trembling lips. “I didn’t start anything!”

“You and all those other little pansies started it just by being here,” Mitchell protested. He advanced on her, grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her and fondled her crotch. “Huh! They don’t trust you—you’re all locked up!”

“No, they don’t trust you and your friends,” Leah answered, trying to pull away from him.

Mitchell ran his hands over her body. “Shame you haven’t got any real curves, nancy-boy! I’d love to play with a pair of sissy tits!” He grabbed her bodice and ripped it away. Leah screamed with all her might and just then, Mrs. Demanden came through the door with some of the school security.

She pointed to MItchell. “Get him out of here and take him to the discipline office!” Then she took Leah in her arms and comforted her. “That lout will never bother you again. In fact, come with me and you can help see to it!”

Moments later, Mrs. Demanden and Leah walked into the discipline office, where Mitchell sat, guarded by two of the school security officers—two female officers, who looked very formidable. Leah gazed at them in wonder. “Yes, we have a special cadre of women guards, assigned to any incident involving the sissy students. I call them the 'Amazons',” Mrs. Demanden explained. She looked over at Mitchell and said, “Strip, young man!”

Mitchell scowled and didn’t move a muscle. “I’m not undressing in front of that fairy pervert,” he snarled, indicating Leah.

“Very well,” Mrs. Demanden said. “Guards, remove his clothes!” Instantly, one of the Amazons moved behind Mitchell and seized his arms, holding them tight. The other took up a sturdy pair of shears and began to cut away his clothing. In a short time, he was naked. “Ha! Look at the bully, Leah!” Mrs. Demanden laughed. “Our big manly boy has hardly any hair below his chin…and not much there, I’d guess. No wonder he doesn’t want to be seen in the nude!” She went to a dresser in the corner and pulled out a set of pink, frilly lingerie. She handed them to Leah. “As his principal target, dear, you have the honor of putting him in his first panties and bra.” Leah hesitated. “Oh, don’t worry, darling. I’m sure the guards have him quite cowed now!”

Leah approached with trepidation, but Mitchell remained calm under the watchful eyes of the Amazons as she slid the panties up his legs and over his genitals. Then she took the bra and wrapped around his chest, hooking it tightly. Mrs. Demanden and the guards smiled at their captive’s discomfort. “Sit down, Mitchell, while Miss Leah assists you with your hosiery,” Mrs. Demanden directed. Leah knelt and glided the sheer white stay-up stockings onto Mitchell’s legs, taking time to ensure they were straight and secure.

“Nicely done, dear,” Mrs. Demanden complimented. “Now, why don’t you do his makeup?” Leah pulled a chair close to Mitchell and began, starting with foundation. Then she dusted his eyelids with a pastel blue and did his eyeliner. Next came a set of false eyelashes. Blush was applied to his cheeks. Finally, Leah carefully did his lips with a sweet shade of pink, followed by a shiny gloss. “Wonderful!” Mrs. Demanden said. “Now, he’s almost ready to join the sissy class!”

Mitchell’s eyes began to tear up at that. “Oh, no, Mrs. Demanden—I can’t be one of them!” he protested.

“But you are, aren’t you?” she teased. “You can feel that pathetic little thing rising and twitching in your panties, can’t you? That’s a sure sign that you are and always have been a sissy at heart!” She turned back to Leah. “Go to the wardrobe and find our Mitzi a suitable frock. Yes, that’s your name now, sweetie—Mitzi!” Leah found a lovely dress in pale pink with three tiers of skirts and pettis, and lots of ruffles and bows. Realizing he—or rather, she—was better off in the dress than just the lingerie, Mitzi didn’t fight being dressed in this childish manner. The next addition was a pair of shoes in the same shade of pink, with three-inch heels and bows on the instep.

Mrs. Demanden took a long curly blonde wig from its stand and settled it on Mitzi’s head, being sure it was combed out properly. “Oh, Mrs. Demanden—one more thing,” said Leah. “The dress comes with this delightful bow!” Leah fastened the accessory to Mitzi’s curls. It was enormous and, indeed, the most sissy thing anyone in the room could imagine.

Mrs. Demanden opened the door and said, “Lead her out to the school courtyard.” The Amazons each took an arm and guided Mitzi’s mincing steps outside. A crowd had gathered, having heard of the school bully’s come-uppance—even the school newspaper sent a photographer.

The next day’s edition had this headline over a lovely photo of the new sissy:

MEET MISS MITZI, THE NEW STUDENT IN FISH ACADEMY

Every Little Breeze

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Dance, Sissy, Dance!

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Go FISH, part four

The next day, the following note arrived in the mail:

Dear Amanda and Leah:
You are cordially invited to join me and my sissy friends, Briony and Betsy, for afternoon tea at the English Tea Room on Monday, at 2:30 PM. They are very eager to meet you. RSVP at 555-0011.
Mrs. Vera Demanden

Amanda immediately accepted the invitation.

And so, on Monday, Amanda put together a very formal, but decidedly juvenile, outfit for Leah’s first public appearance. The dress was white with pink hearts and a two-tiered flaring skirt. Leah’s accessories were white wrist-length gloves, a white headband, frilly white socks, and white shoes with big bows on the instep. She carried a cute wicker handbag and a parasol that matched her dress.

“Miss Amanda, couldn’t I have a dress that would attract less attention for my time out?” Leah asked, in a pleading tone.

“Definitely not,” Amanda insisted. “I want you to make a good impression on Mrs. Demanden’s nancy-boy companions. You wouldn’t want them to appear more feminine and child-like than you, would you?”

“I…I suppose not,” Leah whimpered. “But I do hope I will not be terribly embarrassed in this dress!”

No, you don’t hope that, Amanda thought. I know you better…you will revel in your feelings of humiliation and submission, just as a good sissy should!

Moments later, with Amanda clad in a simple black sheath, sheer black hose and black patent stilettoes, they took a cab to the restaurant, in a fashionable part of town. Entering, they were greeted by the hostess who, recognizing Leah as a sissy, immediately knew why they were there. “Mrs. Demanden and her party have not yet arrived,” the hostess told Amanda. “Let me escort you to the table.” As they made their way to their seats, it was clear many of the other diners also knew who they were meeting. Amanda saw lots of eyes follow them and heard whispers of “Demanden” and “sissy” throughout the room.

As she had suspected, Leah beamed with pride at the attention and, before seating herself, gave a cute smile and curtsey to the whole room. A group of older women at the next table tittered and giggled at the sight. In a short time, the hostess brought Mrs. Demanden and her charges to the table. Leah rose and curtseyed, and the two sissies with Mrs. Demanden did likewise. Mrs. Demanden indicated her companions should be seated and she began the introductions.

“Miss Amanda, this is Betsy,” she gestured to the figure on her left, “and this is Briony,” indicating the pretty thing on her right. “As you have no doubt noticed, they are twins. They were born 17 years ago as Robert and Brian. Their mother, a good friend of mine, decided—when they reached the age of 11—that she could not bear to have two boys in her home any longer. At my suggestion, she began their feminization. Under the care of Dr. Magda Madchenmacher, they have been treated with a regimen of puberty blockers and female hormones. You will note that the latter have resulted in a quite lovely breast development in them both, while the puberty blockers have meant that the usual signifiers of maturity—a deepening voice, hair growth in specific places—have been arrested.”

“I see they are dressed, not as typical teens, but in a more juvenile manner,” Amanda commented.

“Yes,” Mrs. Demanden continued, “just as you keep your little sister in the sissy-ish clothing of a toddler. It reminds them that they are not true females. Oh—have I mentioned that they get a good deal of attention from the girls at the high school? In fact, Briony is engaged to marry the senior class president after graduation. Her mother has planned an elaborate ceremony, with Briony in the most delightful of gowns.”

As she finished speaking, three elegant middle-aged women came to the table. “Oh, Vera!” the first exclaimed, “it is you! I thought no other lady would be surrounded by so many sweet pansies!”

“Hello, Stella!” Mrs. Demanden replied. “You already know Betsy and Briony….and this is Miss Amanda and her feminized little brother, now known as the sissy Leah! They will be joining the FISH program in the fall.”

All three sissies rose to their feet and curtseyed. “How wonderfully girlish they are,” another of the women remarked. “Vera, can see them kiss and hug? It is always so stimulating to see a little femboy behave that way!”

“Of course, Helena,” Mrs. Demsnden agreed. “Briony, why don’t you give a sweet sissy kiss to Leah? And when you are done, Leah can demonstrate the same with Betsy.” Briony minced forward and placed her gloved hands on Leah’s cheeks as she pursed her lips and gently kissed them. Leah began to pull away, but Briony held tight and thrust her tongue deep into Leah’s mouth, as she rubbed her crotch against Leah’s. Leah shuddered from the erotic action.

Briony stepped away to give her twin sister space. Betsy smiled at Leah, who—in the thrall of the pink fog all this activity had created—grasped Betsy tight and emulated Briony. As they broke apart, all three sissies sighed rapturously and sank back into their chairs. The three visitors each chose a partner from among them and applied a long, erotic kiss.

The women giggled as they completed their arousing assault and left, sharing details of their feelings with the others.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Go FISH, part three

Three days later, on Saturday morning, Leah awoke, snug in her diaper and onesie, sucking greedily at her pacifier. She sighed as she recalled all the delightful things that had occurred since her sister began to sissify her—seeing herself with curly blonde hair, that stimulating kiss from Ms. Allison, and just last night, being wrapped in that soft diaper, fed a bottle of warm milk and her own sissy cream, and put to bed. “Oooo,” she moaned, “I’ve flooded my diaper!”

Amanda smiled from the doorway. “Yes, you have my pretty little one!” She came to Leah’s bedside, turned her on her tummy, and began removing her diaper. With a soft fluffy towel, she dried Leah’s nether region, powdered her, and wrapped her in a fresh diaper. “On your feet, baby sissy,” Amanda ordered, “time to dress for the day!”

Amanda took a very frilly little dress from the wardrobe. “You will spend the entire weekend as an infant, darling,” she explained, as she dressed Leah in the babyish outfit, including a pretty bonnet. “There—no one would guess you are a big grown-up 15 in this! Now, come down to the kitchen for breakfast!”

Leah toddled behind her big sister to the kitchen, where Amanda assisted her into a highchair, and strapped her in. “Can’t risk you’ll fall out, now can we?” Amanda handed the faux-baby a bottle filled with warm milk (and the sissy-cream from her milking the night before). “Drink up, sweetie—nothing but baby bottles for you until Monday morning!” Leah sucked hungrily at the bottle and each swallow only deepened her desire to be a sissy plaything for her sister.

When the bottle was empty, Amanda helped her down and walked her to the backyard, where a cute little playpen was ready. “Miss Amanda,” Leah pleaded, “our yard is so open! All the neighbors will see my sissy behavior!”

“Of course, they will, dear,” Amanda replied in a cooing tone. “That’s the point! Sissified darlings like you must get used to the humiliation of being observed and ridiculed…though I suspect some of the neighbors will enjoy fussing over you and seeing such a perfect pansy! You may even get to the point where you enjoy, love, and beg to be humiliated this way.” Amanda noted a twitch under Leah’s ruffled skirt. “In fact, I think it’s already begun…your little ‘thing’ is all excited, isn’t it?”

Not long after, as Leah sat in the playpen playing with her teddy bear and sucking on her pacifier, their neighbor, Mrs. Damanden, came to the fence. “Why, Amanda,” she cried, “who is this delightful little one?” And then recognition dawned. “Goodness, it’s your brother Leo, isn’t it? And looking so sweet and pretty!”

“You are right, Mrs. Demanden,” Amanda answered, “except that her name is now Leah and she is my little sissy sister!” She walked Leah to the fence and said, “Greet Mrs. Demanden as you have been taught, darling….”

Leah blushed and curtseyed. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Demanden.”

“Do you plan to keep him—excuse me, her—so babyish, Amanda?” the neighbor inquired.

“Oh no, she is a toddler only on weekends,” Amanda explained. “Once school starts next month, Leah will be attending as the 15-year-old she is…though her clothing will remain somewhat childish and overly feminine.” She pulled out the pamphlet from FISH. “I am following the guidelines of this organization.”

“FISH Academy, of course,” Mrs. Demanden exclaimed. “I know all about it! As president of the school board, I have led an investigation as to whether we should adopt their methods for some of our more…difficult…male students.”

“Then there will be no problem with Leah being a sissy student?”

“None at all, my dear,” Mrs. Demanden replied. “In fact, by the time the term begins, I believe she will have at least five or six feminized males as classmates. Would you like to be introduced to them and their mothers?”

“I would, indeed,” Amanda answered. “Do you hear that, Leah? You are not the only pretty pansy, the sole femboy, in town!”

Leah smiled shyly. “Yes, Miss Amanda…and I would love to meet my sister sissies!”

“I can arrange for two of them to be here on Monday,” Mrs. Demanden suggested.

“Wonderful!” Amanda said. “They can all have tea party!”

TO BE CONTINUED

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