Volunteer to Change, Conclusion

Stanley awoke the next morning at home, only dimly aware of how he'd gotten there. He remembered his sudden urge to volunteer for the show, being hypnotized, and even his transformation and actions as Star Sissy. He remembered kneeling at Mistress Sapphire's feet and kissing his way up her legs in worship. He remembered brushing and grooming the hair of one of the mistresses in the audience. And he especially recalled the incredible arousal he got from all of that, and how they permitted him to relieve himself in front of all, and the combination of arousal and humiliation that caused in him.

Even thinking about it now, his cock was growing.

But he couldn't recall at all changing out of the girly clothes or getting home. He got up and went to the closet to pick out his clothes for the day...and found that delightful pink dress hanging in the closet...and the shoes that went with it on the floor. He opened the hamper outside the bathroom--the frilly lingerie he'd worn beneath the dress was there!

Had he somehow come home still dressed as Star Sissy?

And that question only increased his arousal.

An arousal that increased even further when he acted on his strange compulsion to again wear the frilly panties beneath his normal male attire. Once dressed, and struggling to keep his raging sissy-cock under control, he drove to the mall.

He wandered through the stores, gazing longingly--in a way he never had before--at the myriad of feminine clothes available...especially drawn to the frilliest, most feminine, sissiest of the attire. He was sure his erection was clearly visible to all who passed him by, so he went to the food court and sat, hoping to hide his excitement beneath a table.

He buried his face in a newspaper, trying to fight his new-found urges, but even the ads for female clothing heightened his arousal.

"Hello, Stanley," the voice purred from above him.

He looked up--and there stood Madame Sapphire! "I'm so happy to find you here. It means that at least one of the post-hypnotic suggestions I gave you last night is working." She gestured to the chair opposite his. "May I join you?"

Gulping, he nodded. She was dressed stylishly--not in the full domme mode she had worn for her show, but still with a clear hint of her dominant personality. Her hair was worn down this morning, so that her earrings were hidden. "You are surprised to see me, aren't you? Were you also surprised when you discovered you couldn't dress without your pretty panties?" She smiled at him. "You are wearing your frilly sissy panties, aren't you?"

Still too embarrassed to speak, Stanley nodded again. "Good, then all my little suggestions are working...including this one." She brushed back her hair, revealing the entrancing star sapphires in her earrings, and said, "Sissies are forever." With that magic phrase, Stanley dropped into trance as he had last night. His posture changed--his legs crossed at the ankles, his hands gracefully folded at his knees.

"Hello, Star Sissy," Sapphire said.

"Hello, Mistress," Stanley answered quietly.

"Once again, you are in a ten-deep trance, my pet," the domme explained. "In a moment, I will awaken you, and you will be compelled to obey my every request. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I will obey you."

"Excellent. Now, tell me, did you enjoy your experience last night?" He nodded.

"Come now, darling, you can speak--and in that lovely sissyish voice I taught you. Answer me, did you enjoy your experience last night?"

Stanley answered in a breathy contralto, "Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed last night."

"And are you aroused now, knowing how completely I have transformed you and control you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I am aroused."

"Very good. Now, I am about to further your sissyhood. Every step you take toward feminine slavery will arouse you further, no matter how humiliating it might seem," Sapphire instructed. "In fact, the humiliation is a major cause of the arousal."

"Yes, Mistress," Stanley replied.

"Very well--on the count of ten, you will open your eyes and act completely awake, but still be completely under my control. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" Stanley's eyes fluttered open, but his sissyish posture was unchanged.

The mistress leaned into his face and brought out a cosmetics case from her purse. "Now, Star my sweet, it's time to make you look as sweet as you are." She brushed his cheeks with blush, extended his lashes with mascara, dusted his eyelids with a light shadow, and finally darkened his lips with a deep pink lipstick. She noted as each of those administrations caused his breathing to shift as he became more aroused.

"Stand up, Star Sissy!" she commanded. "We have several appointments to keep!"

The first of those appointments was at a shoe store, where Stanley's sneakers and socks were exchanged for a pair of white thigh-highs and black patent Mary-Janes with four-inch heels. The second was at a shop for teen-age girls, where the clerk--clearly a friend (or slave?) of Madame Sapphire--was eager to supply the new sissy with a full wardrobe of suitable clothing. Sapphire picked out a range of girlishly frilly outfits...and Star Sissy left the shop in a blue school dress with a starched white pinafore over lacy crinolines. The dress left his long legs showing all the way to the tops of his thigh-highs.

The final stop was the mall's beauty salon. Again, Madame Sapphire was clearly known and expected. Star Sissy was placed in a styling chair, while a number of different wigs, in a variety of styles and colors was tried on her. They ranged from a dark pageboy to a blonde frizz of permed curls. At the sight of it on her new sissy's head, Sapphire grinned. "That's the one, darling. It's so glorious sissy and so completely unmasculine! It will do you wonderfully until your own hair grows out and we can have it colored and permed in exactly the same style!"

Moments later, they were out of the mall, and Sapphire pulled out her camera, having Star Sissy pose prettily for a number of snapshots.

And then, with Star Sissy in the most sissyish of poses, Sapphire suddenly said, "Sissies must end," and Stanley stumbled in the unfamiliar heels....but his arousal didn't change a bit.

He smiled shyly. "Thank you for giving me this, Mistress...but I have a question. You said you were going to change my real hair to this style?"

"Well, of course, darling," Madame Sapphire answered. "I fully intend for you to be my little sissy--whether in masculine or feminine clothes--at all times. After all, you did volunteer for this, didn't you? And as I told you, Sissies are forever."

THE END

Volunteer to Change, Part One

Stanley had been curious about dominant/submissive kink for a long time, but living in a small town, he'd never been able to indulge that curiousity to any great extent. Now, however, having moved to the big city after college, he had begun reading the fetish tabloids available in the redlight district...and discovered a professional dominatrix who held a weekly "show" for people just like him.

So Friday evening found him at the door of a townhouse in the bohemian section of the city; he buzzed and an attractive blonde dressed in red latex answered the door. "Welcome to Madame Sapphire's Lair," she said, smiling. She held out her hand and he placed the entry fee in it. Gesturing, she welcomed him in and escorted him to the room that was set up as a make-shift auditorium.

There was a low stage at one end and chairs placed in rows before it. Many of those chairs were already filled with a mix of men and women of all ages and types. Some were clearly members of the "scene," based on how they were dressed. Others were tourists, hoping for a kinky thrill. There were a few in both groups who were obviously couples, but most seemed to be, like Stanley, on their own.

After a few minutes, when the last chairs had been filled, the house lights lowered and the lights on the stage came up. In strode a true beauty: She was tall, well over six feet in her six-inch heels. The shoes matched the rest of her black patent leather outfit. She wore her dark blonde hair in a bun at the back, revealing the brilliant star sapphires that dangled from her ears. She nodded to acknowledge the applause of the audience and then soft music began to play from the sound system. Other members of the cast came in and the show began.

The show, lasting about an hour, covered many of the usual kinks--spanking, bondage, foot and breast worship. At the end, the entire cast again came out and took a bow. Then Madame Sapphire again took center stage and motioned for the house lights to come up.

"Thank you all for coming. Now is the time for some audience participation," she began. "There is one part of my repertoire I have not displayed for you as yet." Some members of the audience, clearly familiar with the show, smiled and whispered to each other. "I am an accomplished hypnotist and I use that skill to determine the true nature of my submissives' needs and desires." She looked out over the audience. "Is there anyone here who would like to have his or her real desires revealed?"

Some of the onlookers squirmed in their seats, afraid they might get called upon. And then, almost without realizing he'd done it, Stanley raised his hand.

"Ahhh, excellent. Please come forward." There was polite applause and some whispers as Stanley made his way to the stage and was introduced. Madame Sapphire indicated a chair on the stage and he sat, somewhat nervous. Why had he volunteered? He was curious, sure...but this was stranger than he ever imagined he could be.

The domme pointed off stage and both the house lights and stage lights dimmed. A single light was focused on Madame Sapphire's face and another lit Stanley from behind. "Look at me, Stanley," she quietly commanded. Stanley looked up at her spot-lit image and saw how the light made the star sapphires hanging from her ears seem to sparkle and glow more vividly. "That's it, Stanley," she continued. "Gaze at me, see how my sapphires attract your attention, rivet your eyes to them." It seemed to Stanley that the sparkle and glow of the jewels increased as he stared and as she quietly encouraged his gaze. "Now, look at my eyes...." and it seemed as if the sparkle of the gems was in her eyes as well. "Feeling sleepy, Stanley?" she asked. He nodded. "That's good," she answered. "Keep looking at my eyes, at my beautiful sapphires, and feel your eyes grow heavy, your mind grow sluggish, and sink into trance for me."

Madame Sapphire continued in that vein for several minutes, and Stanley felt his awareness of anything except the dominatrix and her voice fade away. The audience was still there...but he no longer cared about them. Madame Sapphire was all he knew. "All right, Stanley, I'm going to count to three...and when I reach three, you will be completely entranced, deep in hypnosis. You will hear only my voice, answer all my questions truthfully, and obey all my commands." Stanley nodded again. One....two....three!" Stanley's eyes closed and his head dropped to his chest. The crowd gasped.

"Stanley, I know that most of those who come to my shows for the first time have a secret fantasy," Madame Sapphire said. "You must speak the truth in this trance. What is your secret fantasy?"

"I want to be submissive to a beautiful, powerful woman," Stanley answered, his voice dull and lifeless in the trance.

"A woman like me?" the domme asked.

"I would love to submit to you," he replied.

"And what are you like when you feel submissive?"

"Soft, pliant, willing...." he murmured.

"Soft and pliant--like a girl?" Sapphire asked.

"No...like a sissy," Stanley answered.

Sapphire looked out at the audience and smiled. "I know exactly what you mean, Stanley. I want you to drop further into trance, deeper and deeper. I will count and when I reach ten, you will be ten times deeper in trance than you are now." Stanley nodded. "One...two...three. Three times deeper now. Four...five...six. Six times deeper now. Seven...eight...nine. Nine times deeper now."

She paused, observing how Stanley's breathing had changed, his posture slumped. "Ten! Ten times deeper in trance, ready to do anything I ask, without question." She gestured to the back of the room and two assistants rolled in a rack of clothes.

"Stanley, open your eyes but remain deep in your ten-level trance," Sapphire commanded. "Come over here and pick out what you would wear as my sissy submissive."

Stanley rose, his eyes open but glassy and looked over the range of clothes on the rack. He pointed to a particular outfit.

"I thought so," Sapphire said, smiling again. "You will go with Miss Clarisse and Miss Susan to get ready, please. You will obey them as you would me."

She handed the fateful outfit to her two assistants and they led Stanley off the stage.

Then Sapphire turned to the audience. "Certainly, we can't continue to call him 'Stanley' in that lovely outfit. Any suggestions?"

There were cries of "Sissy" and "Prissy" and "Kitty-cat"...but one woman, clearly a domme herself, announced, "He should be called Star Sissy, in honor of the star sapphires that entranced him."

Sapphire grinned. "Star Sissy. I like it."

A few minutes later, Clarisse and Susan led the transformed Stanley back to the stage and sat him on the chair. He wore a pink satin dress in the style of a little girl's party dress over his padded breasts, with a white petticoat beneath. His legs were shaved smooth and encased in sheer nylons. He had white Mary-Jane style shoes on with four-inch heels. His nails had been shaped and polished red and he had a thin gold chain around his right wrist. His face had a light coating of makeup but his close-cropped hair remained uncovered by a wig.

He sat on the chair as a man would--legs slightly spread, arms folded on his now-larger chest. "Oh, that will never do," Sapphire scolded. "You're a sissy now, you have to act like one. How would a sissy sit?"

Immediately, instinctively, Stanley's posture changed. He crossed his legs and placed his manicured hands gently on his knees. His head dropped a little and he looked at the hypnotic mistress from beneath mascaraed lashes.

"Much better," Sapphire commented. "We have given you a new name, my little one. You are Star Sissy. Do you like that name? Do you want to be Star Sissy?"

"Yes, mistress," he answered, his voice breathier and quieter than before. "I would love to be Star Sissy."

"Excellent." She looked him deep in the eyes. "Star Sissy, in a moment I will wake you from your trance...but you will remain Star Sissy and behave accordingly until I say to you Sissies must end. At that point, you will be Stanley again, with full knowledge of the wonderful time you had as Star Sissy. And if I say Sissies are forever, you will again be Star Sissy."

She began to count backwards. "Ten, deep in your trance; nine, now only nine-times entranced; eight, seven, six, only six times entranced; five, four, three, only three-times entranced; two, one, zero--awake and eager to serve as Star Sissy!"

Artwork challenge

Here are four portraits I did a while back. Each is a feminized version of a well-known actor.

Call them A-D in order...can you identify them?

The Bimbo Pill, Conclusion

The two women enjoyed themselves over the whole weekend, playing with and displaying their new toy. They took Billie Sue to clubs and bars, to restaurants and theaters, always with the goal of showing off her abundant charms, getting her more and more used to making a spectacle of herself and teaching her to get sexual arousal and pleasure from that exhibition.

On Monday morning it was time to return to work and display the new Bill Sillivan to his co-workers and employees. They went into the office very early that morning, well before anyone else would report, with Billie Sue covered up in a trench coat and hat, so that not even the security guards would know their secret.

Once in the office, Felicia and Portia left the bimbo to amuse herself in Bill's office, while they arranged a meeting by sending e-mails to all the right people--Bill's fellow executives, the other female staff members, and selected members of the industry press.

Two hours later, they greeted the visitors and led them into the conference room--the one with a sliding door that could be opened directly into Bill's office. Felicia began the pitch, describing the new drug, its many benefits--both medical and cosmetic, and then she took questions.

Most of those were about the drug and how it would be marketed. But then, one of the reporters--based at a local scandal sheet--piped up: "Portia, your e-mail promised a 'dramatic demonstration' of the drug's abilities. Where is it?"

"And where's Bill Sullivan?" chimed in one of the company executives. "I thought this was his baby."

The two women smiled conspiratorially. "We have the answer to both those questions as the finale to our conference," Portia replied. She pushed a button on the podium and the sliding doors opened behind her, revealing Bill's office.

There, lounging on the couch, was the sexiest vision many of the participants could recall seeing. She wore a leopard-print outfit--tiny panties, a bra and a robe that feel open to reveal her luscious breasts and long, smooth legs perched on black patent pumps. Her platinum blonde hair fell to her shoulders; her dark eyes smoldered with undisguised lust; her red lips were parted as she panted with the same arousal.

Despite the many changes, some of the assembly recognized her. "Bill?" asked the head of marketing. "Is that you?"

"Billie Sue," she breathed in answer. "Billie Sue Bimbo."

The women in the group, many of whom had been targets of Bill Sullivan's sexism, smiled; a few even laughed outright. The men shuffled nervously, even as their libidos responded to the sheer sex that the once-male executive seemed to radiate.

Billie Sue's eyes fell on everyone of those crotches, as she caressed her breasts and let her fingers stray to her own bulging panties. She licked the pre-come from her fingertips as she said:

"I'm terribly horny! Who wants to make Billie Sue happy?"

THE END

The Bimbo Pill, Chapter Three

Three attractive women walked through the local mall. Two of them were brunettes, dressed in conservative professional wear; the third was a blonde with a spectacular figure, much revealed by her tight-fitting blouse, ass-hugging miniskirt and the six-inch heels that turned her walk into a jiggling mince as she struggled to keep pace with the assertive strides of her two companions.

"Hurry along, Billie Sue!" demanded Felicia. "We don't have all day to get you the sexy little outfits you deserve, honey!"

"Yes, Miss Felicia," the bimbo who had once been Felicia's boss replied.

Portia stopped before a particular boutique, well-known in the town for its clientele of the sluttiest young women--the ones who were natural bimbos. "This is the place, Billie Sue," she said, pointing to the door.

"Cock-Tease? Are you sure I'm ready for that kind of clothes, Miss Portia?" the blonde asked in her breathy whispering voice.

"Of course you are!" Portia insisted. "What other shop in town could dress a bimbo like you as you should be dressed? Just look at that rack of yours--where else could we find a blouse that would simultaneously hold it up and show it off than here?"

With that, Felicia and Portia guided their creation into the shop, where the heavy beat of club music throbbed and the sales staff all looked like the store's best models for its line of tight, revealing, almost fetishistic attire. As Billie Sue Bimbo stood gaping, her blue eyes wide with a combination of desire and lack of intellect, the two female executives selected outfit after outfit for the blonde temptress, all to be charged against Bill's credit cards.

They escorted Billie Sue to the changing room. There they put her into an all-black creation--a silk skirt that clung to her thighs, even as it left them barely covered and a blouse with a sheer top with silver threads that showed off her magnificent boobs.

They looked over their Galatea. "Something's not right," Felicia mused. "Oh, of course--her hair's not blonde enough, yet." She looked directly at the bimbo and said, "Billie Sue, this needs more contrast. Your hair should be lighter, really platinum blonde to make this work."

The suggestion was all that was required. Her mind made pliant by the secret drug, her body made obedient to that mind as well, Billie Sue's hair grew lighter and shinier, until it was nearly white in color. And, as Felicia had suggested earlier, her IQ dropped another few notches.

She stood there, staring at the mirror, transfixed by her own image. Her hand strayed to her chest, and her long pink nails played with her nipples through the thin fabric.

"Look," Portia whispered to Felicia. "She displaying bimbo-ish behavior without any prompting from us! She can't keep her hands off her own tits...and watch where that other hand is straying!"

Indeed, Billie Sue's hands were both active, one teasing her nipples, the other rubbing her crotch. Felicia decided it was time to reinforce the idea. "Yes, Billie Sue Bimbo--dressing sexy turns you on, doesn't it? Go on--play with yourself...but don't come until I say so!"

The two women watched the male bimbo drive herself to a frenzy, feeling their own arousals grow at the display. Finally, Felicia realized Billie Sue couldn't hold it any longer. "All right, Billie Sue--Come!" And as she did so, Billie Sue plunged her hand into her panties, covering it with her own juices.

And Portia guided that hand to Billie Sue's mouth, urging her to suck up the male come and get used to it!

More to come

Edited Pics

As promised, here are some pictures of yours truly in my new suit in which I've edited and manipulated the images for specific effects.

The first I call "cleavage"...as I've subtly altered the image to create more definition to my boobs.

The second is "waistline"--I've given myself a digital liposuction to create a more attractive curvature.

The third is "more legs"--as I often do with images for captions or story illustrations, I've lengthened my legs to make them longer and sexier.

The last is, perhaps, the most ambitious. As regular readers know, I've been using a mask of a female face to hide the beard I currently can't remove for personal reasons. In this shot, I took two pictures--one with the mask, one without. Then I altered the unmasked shot to "put on makeup" as I've done with others sent to me by friends and acquaintances. Finally, I took the mouth and chin from the masked shot and combined them with the unmasked one. That took a lot of work, as the color of the mask is not close to my own skin tone and required extensive color balancing and matching. I'm very interested in your comments and observations on this one.

My New Suit

I went back to Burlington Coat Factory and picked up that "cute suit" that I mentioned here.

Perhaps I should have picked up a blouse to go with it, but ended up pairing it with a red turtleneck. This afternoon, I got dressed and took photos, some of which are posted here.

As usual, these pics have been mildly edited--the mask has been made to look more natural and I've blurred the background for greater clarity on the figures. In a subsequent post, I'll include some pics where I did somewhat more editing.

Since my wife is out for the day, I decided to stay dressed...in fact, I'm still in the entire outfit (absent mask and wig) as I type this. And my arousal is enormous. I'd forgotten how hot I could get when I stay en femme for a long time.