Party!

I found a party dress at, of all places, Wal-Mart! It's not shiny...but it's ruffly and flirty and I think it'll look great on me!

Pics later today!

No Such Luck...

See, here's the problem--I don't want to look like the "mother of the bride".

I couldn't find a single pretty party dress that wasn't obviously designed for a matron. Apparently, designers and manufacturers think only women who can fit in junior sizes want to look cute and flirty.

So, I've got the two sort of sparkly tops I got on Kmart yesterday and I'll combine them with existing skirts for my "party" look.

Sissies-In-Law, part three

Oliver/Olivia:

It ended with Oliver.

"He can't keep his eyes off anything with a C cup or bigger," Dolores complained to her sisters. "Is there anything Miss Prim can do for me?"

"Of course there is," Dorothy assured her. "We've all known of Ollie's breast fixation for years. I'm surprised it's taken you this long to mention it."

"Well, I thought there was nothing I could really do about it," Dolores answered. "But now that I've seen Stephen and Alexander--"

"You mean Stephanie and Sandy," Deborah corrected.

Dolores laughed. "Of course...and I can't wait to meet Olivia."

So it was that two days later, a drugged Oliver found himself slowly
awakening at Miss Prim's salon. He knew what had happened to his brothers-in-law at this place and he was scared to death of what the three feminizing sisters might have in mind for him. "Dolores, you can't mean to do this," he pleaded.

"Oh, but I do, Ollie love," his wife replied, smiling. Miss Prim already had the transformation candidate strapped securely to her special chair, and was preparing the tape with the instructions and changes that Dolores had supplied.

Still in a light stupor, Oliver's attention was caught by the images on the TV screen placed before him and by the words that flooded his mind through the headphones Miss Prim put over his head. Look at the beautiful busty women, the voice began. They are your feminine ideal...they are what you most want...and what you most want to be!

The tape continued in that vein for over an hour, as the images changed from buxom females to men transformed into D-cup bimbos. All the while, one of the women would keep Oliver erect, so that the images and words were tightly tied to his sexual arousal.

When the tape ended, with Oliver still deep in trance, they dressed him in a black satin cocktail dress, complete with sheer stockings and sling-back pumps with five-inch heels. They made up his face with all manner of cosmetics--mascara, eyeshadow, rouge, lipstick--but left his bust flat and his hair masculine.

"Jiggle those jugs, Olivia!" Dolores commanded, and her new sex-slave husband awoke from his trance.

He looked at himself in the mirror and spoke in that familiar breathy contralto trained into his former brothers-in-law. "Mistress, must I remain so male in appearance? Can't I even have a padded bra?"

"Oh, don't worry, Olivia my love," Dolores replied, as she toyed with his neckline. "We have an appointment with Dr. Carter. Next step for you is a big pair of tits, darling!"

With that, she rubbed her one hand over his erect nipples, while the other caressed his already hard cock...and he came at the thought of having enormous boobs to display!

Epilog:

The three became famous in their community as the "sissies-in-law". Many of their wives' friends sought advice on transforming their own husbands, boyfriends and even sons into equally beautiful female images.

Stephanie was used as the example for the lover who could play many parts, from little girl to sophisticate. Sandy was the perfect bondage slave, always ready to serve as long as she was shackled. And Olivia became the humiliated bimbo--despite her new 38D tits, she was never permitted to look entirely feminine, so that all would know she was being punished for past transgressions in her masculine life!

Miss Prim had to close the salon and concentrate solely on making men into the women they ought to be!

THE END

Catching Up...

I realize I haven't posted much about myself on this blog in a few weeks, and there are reasons for that:

1. I haven't been doing much in the TV/CD vein lately. I last dressed at all two weeks ago. Last week, I was completely bogged down in work and volunteering. Election day I spent at the polls as a minority inspector; Saturday I was at my church's diocesan convention.

2. Late last week, the flash drive I keep all my TV/CD active files on got corrupted. (Don't ask me how.) So I've spent a lot of time in the past few days trying to reconstruct what I can. It means I have to reshoot a bunch of head shots and edit them into femme looks in the near future.

On the other hand, I got to thinking about some new shopping trips over the weekend, and this week gives me the opportunity for it. I've decided I need some "party" looks...something shiny and dressy. This morning, I made an early trip to Kmart and came up with a black knit top with big crystals around the scoop neck, and a shiny blue knit top with horizontal stripes.

Tomorrow, I'm making a more extensive trip, probably to Target, Kohl's, and Burlington Coat. If I get out that way, I may try the local Boscov's, too. I'd love to find a really pretty party dress.

Women We'd Love to Be--Round Two, Week 13

Sissies-in-Law, part two

Alexander/Sandy:

It continued with Alexander.

Deborah was so taken with what Miss Prim and her sister Dorothy had achieved with Stephanie that she immediately approached the dominant beautician for advice about her own husband.

"And what would you say are Alexander's faults?" Miss Prim asked.

"He has 'wandering hands'," Deborah answered, frankly. "He doesn't stray far, but he's always stroking and petting and caressing other women, usually in my presence."

"Hmmmm...that has possibilities," Miss Prim considered. "Come to my shop next Monday, bring him along, and we'll get started."

A few days later, Deborah asked Alexander to drive her to Miss Prim's salon. "I'll only be a few minutes," she advised him. "Why don't you just sit in the waiting area?" Reluctantly, he agreed.

Just moments after Deborah disappeared into the back of the shop, one of the assistants arrived with a cup of coffee. "Compliments of the management," she cooed. "Your wife should be just a few more minutes."

Alexander took the coffee and sipped. Odd taste, he thought. Touch of cinnamon and...something else.... His thoughts drifted off as the mild sedative in the drink took effect. His head lolled and dropped to his chest just as Miss Prim and Deborah returned.

"Out like a light," Miss Prim noted. "Very good." She sat beside Alexander and began to speak in a soft whisper. "Open your mind to me, Alexander," she said. "I am speaking directly to your subconscious, your inner self, directing it, controlling it. Stand up." He stood. "Follow me."

Half-an-hour later, Alexander was all but gone. In the beautician's confident hands, he was transformed into a lovely woman, with a short, pixie-ish haircut, wide dark eyes, and full red lips. Renamed "Sandy," he was dressed in an extremely short miniskirt and a ruffled blouse.

"All the details we discussed have been included," Miss Prim told Deborah. She turned to the transformed husband. "Bound for glory," she said and "Sandy" awoke from her trance.

"Thank you, Miss Prim," the once-male said, breathily, and then turned expectantly to her wife-mistress.

"Very nice, Sandy," Deborah complimented her. "Time to go." Sandy minced off behind her, teetering a bit in her five-inch heels.

That very night, Deborah prepared Sandy for her formal presentation to the family. She began by locking a pair of cuffs connected by chain to Sandy's ankles, careful not to tear the fishnet stockings. She noted with interest that Sandy's cock swelled a little as she did so.

Being bound by your wife arouses you. You want nothing more than to be dressed as sexily as possible and restricted by cuffs and chains.

Now Deborah took a similar pair of restraints and locked them around Sandy's thighs. Again her cock rose a bit more and twitched with excitement.

Finally, she turned Sandy toward the mirror. "Watch as we complete your outfit for the evening, darling." She locked a pair of cuffs around Sandy's upper arms and saw the bulge under the miniskirt grow once more. Finally, she put a very tight pair around his wrists. "Must keep those hands away from your sissy-cock!" Deborah exclaimed. And away from all those other women!

A few short hours later, Sandy took her short, restrained steps carefully into her sister-in-law Dolores's home. As carefully programmed, the continued experience of the bondage had left her with a raging hard-on...and no way to relieve it, at least not yet.

Deborah introduced her new sissy-husband to her sisters and turned to Dolores. "I want you to assist me in one final part of his training, sister dear." She whispered instructions.

Dolores approached her femininely bound brother-in-law...and, using a technique he had often used on her, began to softly stroke the back of his neck, slowly allowing her hands to stray across his nipples at times and then down to his bulging crotch. Sandy's excitement became impossible to hide or control.

Deborah watched it all in fascination and delight. She spoke aloud to her bound boy-girl. "Bound to happen!" she called.

And Sandy filled her panties with come.


More to come

Sissies-In-Law, part one

Stephen/Stephanie:

It all started with Stephen.

He and his wife Dorothy arrived at a family party after a long "vacation" and everyone gasped. Stephen was dressed in a pink satin shirt with little pearl buttons, and high-waisted black silk slacks with wide flaring cuffs, encircled by a wide patent leather belt with a rhinestone buckle. When his pant cuffs moved, they could see his shoes--patent leather flats with a grosgrain ribbon on the instep.

His face was lightly touched with cosmetics--a bit of rouge, mascara, light eyeshadow and a glistening pink lipgloss. His nails were filed to ovals, with a clear shiny polish.

And he hovered about Dorothy, answering her every comment, question and request with an unwavering "Yes, darling," in a breathy contralto.

The men avoided him; the women stared...and late in the party gathered around Dorothy to learn the secret of her husband's startling transformation. She was discreet, giving no information to anyone except her two sisters, Dolores and Deborah. "Come to my home tomorrow for all the details," she invited them. "If you think my little hubby is fascinating now...well, just wait until you see him then!"

The three sisters met again the next afternoon. Once they were settled in the living room, Dorothy called, "Stephanie!" Into the room minced her once-husband, now dressed in a frilly pink little girl's dress, white stockings and pink patent pumps with four-inch heels. His hair was done in tight ringlets, his face made up even more completely than the night before.

Dolores and Deborah gasped! "How lovely!" Dolores exclaimed. "But however did you accomplish this?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Absolutely," Deborah insisted. "You've given me some ideas for my own Alexander."

"Very well," Dorothy agreed. "Stephanie's due for a little reinforcement anyway." She turned to the transformed man. "Stephanie, get ready for a trip to Miss Prim's."

Miss Prim's turned out to be a little out-of-the-way beauty salon. The three sisters were greeted warmly by the proprietor, while Stephanie was hustled out of her clothes, into a plastic cape and quickly seated in the beautician's chair. Miss Prim dimmed the lights in the little cubicle and focused a strange blue light in the boy-girl's eyes, while saying, "Stephanie wants to be pretty."

The uninitiated sisters watched in fascination as their brother-in-law's eyes seemed to glaze over, while Miss Prim gestured for her staff to begin the latest stage of his makeover. "Yes, Stephanie is so much easier to transform when she's entranced!"

"What just happened?" Deborah asked.

"When I first began Stephanie's reformation," Dolores explained, "Miss Prim told me of her ability to hypnotize a man and make him think, act, and look like a beautiful woman. I was thrilled the first time she entranced the poor dear and remade him in the image I desired. Stephanie wants to be pretty is a trigger that returns her to that hypnotic state.

"Each time she is so entranced, Miss Prim can create a new personality for her," Dolores continued, as the beauticians continued their work on her husband. "Last night, you saw Stephen's only remaining 'male' persona--a simpering sissified man who dotes on me. This morning you saw Stephanie the frilly missy." She turned to Miss Prim. "What's in store for my darling today?"

"You asked for something particularly humiliating, yet not too cliched," Miss Prim replied. "How about the flirty society girl? She'll bat her eyes and wiggle her body at anybody you point her towards...but always reserve her real affections for you."

"Lovely!" Dolores cried. She turned back to her sisters. "Deborah, I believe you said you were interested in something similar for Alexander?"

More to come