Dressed only in fuchsia tights and my belled collar, I cupped his balls in my left hand and used my right to guide his cock to my lips. I lingered as long as I dared, rubbing his turgid flesh across my lips and chin, savoring the heat. I looked up at him, for the first time since we met, and ran my tongue under his knob of his up to the tip to search it for precum. Just two or three minutes of moist lips and hot wet tongue, until his cock is jumping, eager, demanding.
A few months ago, my wife and I house sat for a couple in the neighborhood. She went to work as usual, and I worked there. I couldn't help but snoop, and when I found her lingerie drawer. Denny is a good sized woman—tall, full figured, sandy hair, glasses, a slacks and sweater kind of gal—a grandmother—of average appearance, but lace and satin panties are . . . well, lace and satin panties. I just took one pair to feel and look at. I imagined her in them . . . my lips pressed to the lace . . . her hands on my head . . . .
Morning arrived and Jimbo began getting ready. He had an hour before he had to be at Princess Alyssa’s dungeon and he needed to get dressed. He found the matching panties and bra, and put them on. Jimbo physically gagged at the feeling he had inside doing this, but he proceeded on. Next, he put on the white stockings, and finally the garter belt. Fuck this sickened him putting all this crap on, but the reward was close at hand and Jimbo was going to make that bitch pay for this!
[I wrote this some years ago. I shared it with wife around the time she started dressing me. She thought April would be a good name for me!]
The sound of the door closing woke Mrs. Duffy. It was almost summer, and the nights were getting warmer. She looked at the clock next to her, twelve-thirty. Early, she thought. She kicked off the bedspread, stuck her feet out, and listened to the night sounds.
My wife dresses me these days. Usually, she hands me my panties to wear. She likes watching when I put them on, I always get hard. Whether she wants to have sex or not, she loves how easy it is to excite me. To control me. However, she always puts my bra on me: “Hold out your arms . . . turn around . . .” And if everything is right as she adjusts the straps, I am rewarded, “Good girl.” In that instant, I am bound, as if by chains of steel. Owned. Possessed. But at the same time, I feel and know that I am a good girl.
Selling Alice’s services would, indeed, be sweet. But, before putting that plan into action, there was some additional business to address. And that, I feared, was going to prove, if not difficult, quite embarrassing for both myself and for Beach. In truth, I was dreading approaching him. This was somewhat illogical since Beach had been in my family’s employment for many years and was merely a paid servant. However, there was nothing mere about him. I had grown up with him as an avuncular figure and come to love him as if he was a part of the family rather than a servant.
Tim awoke with a headache. In fact, it felt more like a hangover. But that was impossible because he was certain that he hadn’t consumed an excessive amount of alcohol the previous night. He attempted to recall the events of the previous night, but his memory was, to say the least, a little hazy. He remembered leaving his house and walking to his favourite local pub for an evening with some of his work colleagues. That’s right, he’d suggested meeting a few of the young girls for a drink and some ‘adult fun’ afterwards.
“Oh Rachael, my love,” I moaned as she kissed my neck. I felt her hand gently caressing my breast, her palm stimulating my nipple sending a wonderful warm feeling coursing through my body. I stroked her hair as she nibbled my ear. Meanwhile, Beach was drilling his thick rod deep into Alice’s man pussy. Her moans of agony were turning me on. I stopped Rachael chewing on my ear lobe, pressed my lips to hers and drove my tongue into her warm sexy mouth. She responded, and our tongues entwined. She was the hottest, sexiest young woman I had ever known.
To start with, they just make me walk around the room, parading myself for their amusement - now I see why Master made me try crawling and running round the room earlier, because it was good practice for this. I'm still not very good at going round quickly on all fours, and I get quite a few slaps to help me along - which are arousing in themselves - but I start to get used to it.
Once they feel I've got used to moving quickly, they decide that all good dogs enjoy a game of fetch. So - thanks to Master having a nice big living room - they start tossing around things for me to fetch, from bits of cutlery to rolled up magazines, which I have to try and collect using my mouth of course. Not easy. And when a newspaper happens to drop through Master's front door, I'm asked to get that for him as well. Talk about embarrassing, but I can't help smiling when he smiles and thanks me when I give it to him.
After all my hard work, Master says I deserve a treat. I look at him excitedly and curiously, and then he looks down. I feel myself going a bit breathlesss for a moment... he can't mean...
But to my delight, he does mean that! Still smiling at me all the time, he gently takes me off his lap and pushes me down so I'm on my knees between his legs. I look up at him again to be sure this is what he wants, and he encourages me to do it. So, my hands trembling, I reach forward and carefully undo his trousers, before sliding them down, followed by his boxers too.
I sit quietly in my apartment and apply the finishing touches to my nails. Scarlet is the colour that was ordered so scarlet it is.
As I wait for them to dry I think back to how I got here. How I became Tattiana. It was just a year ago; I was Michael back then fresh from university and on my gap year. I had chosen to travel to Europe. Back packing as my wallet didn't stretch to much more. It seems a life time ago now and in many ways it was.
Well well well well well. What have we here? This story is based off a little… , how should I put this…, “idea”, I had. I had this idea a long time ago, and it has certainly matured and grown with me. It’s quite naughty, and like many naughty things, gets more naughty as things progress. I can’t rightly recommend that you read it and I certainly don’t endorse it by putting my real name on it. To be crystal clear, this story deals with sexual and bisexual themes.
I was floating in the Mediterranean Sea. The warm waters were lapping at my labia, parting my sweet lips, flowing into me, stimulating my clitoris, wrapping my naked body in its warm embrace. It was heavenly. But the water was hard against my back, unyielding. I tried to move, but my legs were being held.
((Please be aware, this is a first draft, I've done very little editing, spell checking or grammar and punctuation checking. If the lack of these things offends you, you may want to not read.if you have any questions comments please feel free to PM me. Constructive criticism is appreciate.))
"Oh! I feel so feminine!!!" Charles squealed excitedly.
"Yes dear, and we will make you more and more feminine" laughed his wife and mother-in-law as they took him to the vanity table to work on his soft blonde hair and make-up.........
The Unsuspecting Candidate
I awoke at 6:00 A.M. and set about preparing for my sissy's surprise. I opened the door to see him there on the bed, his ankles and wrists still cuffed to the four corners of the bed. His head was still encased in the bondage hood and he lifted it as I shut the door and approached the bed. "I trust my sissy slept well," I cooed as I began to release him from the cuffs holding him prisoner.
On this occasion, Beach was the master of understatement. The ‘rather large package’ to which he referred was, in fact, 2 large boxes. I opened them and surveyed their contents. Without actually counting, there must have been more than 30 cartons in each box, and it seemed that each of those cartons contained 6 bottles of drugs. True to her word, Sonia had sent me a mass of drugs capable of effecting a range of changes to the human body. Luckily, she had also included descriptions of each drug’s capabilities with guide lines to the quantities to be used.
A few phone calls later, I had established that some experimental drugs had been produced which were capable of effecting wide-ranging changes to the human body. Of particular interest to me were those that could potentially change the male form into a fully-functioning female form without the need for surgery. Sonia, my contact in Sirius Cybernetics And Chemicals Corporation informed me that she could provide me, unofficially of course, with the drugs I needed, but that she would require feedback from me regarding the resultant changes produced in the body of my ‘guinea pig’.
Sandie had been dressed in his lingerie by nurse Kelly and was feeling wonderfully feminine. His shear floaty nylon peignoir was swishing against his stockings, his breasts were bouncing inside his blue satin bra and his dolly was straining excitedly inside the matching panties. Coming downstairs in his spiky high-heels, he found the new boy, Charles alone in the lounge.
Charles was responding well to his wife’s new discipline regime. It was true what her mother had said: "Feminisation is the way to make husbands obedient and well mannered." So, every evening when he came home from work, he was put straight into silky lingerie and high heels. Mother-in-law was usually there to help and she always brought something frilly for her 'darling girly-boy' to wear. "Get up onto the chair Charlie sweety",she said, "so we can see those lovely legs of yours."
Over the next few months we learned all about colour coordination, in clothing and make-up. We learned hairdressing, nail care, enough about make-up to become a Hollywood make-up artist. They even gave us a crash course in fashion design, not very in depth but enough for us to make alterations to our wardrobe without it looking amateurish.
Just occasionally, about once a month Holly released Rose's cock and we enjoyed each other properly. Now that I was fully female it wasn't as good when she slipped in the back door, but oh my god she made up for it when she pounded my pussy.
Over drinks in Viki's luxurious training centre, the women talked about Charles and his future. "Of course as his wife,Carol, you may want him living with you dear", said Miss Vikki, "but you must consider his own needs too. His sissy brain requires constant feminine stimulation and we can provide that here." His wife was shown the sissy boudoirs, the huge wardrobes of gorgeous dresses and drawers full panties of all types. She was then introduced to the delightful young panty Nurse Kelly (in white uniform and spiky heels) whose job it was to keep the sissies nicely erect at all times.
I woke from a doze with a start. I saw Rose sitting in a chair by my bedside and it all came flooding back. "Oh god Rose I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, but I needed your cock so bad. I think that if Doc James hadn't knocked me out with that shot I'd have jumped his bones when I realised you weren't available. I still want you to be my first, but I can control the urge to jump you now. I can wait until we can be properly alone, and Holly can release your cock safely.
“Three whole months?” you say teasingly. “Who knew?”
I kneel upon a large black satin pillow. You are seated upon a throne carved from dark wood. You uncross and re-cross your legs, nylons sighing as they brush against each other. I shift slightly, causing the bells on my collar and cuffs to jingle merrily and the mound of ruffles and lace on my uniform to rustle.
Marie said "Sit down" pointing at her bed; it is time to begin your transformation into a sissy. "Wear these", she added taking off her white silky panties and throwing them at him. Charles didn't say anything; he just looked at her with a mixture of shock and longing on his face.
(this is how the film should have ended along the original idea. the productors decided to change it considering this ould hurt some people sensibility
if it could hurt you... what are you doing in this place? otherwise please enjoy the ride)
I recuperated in bed for the next few days, Doc James wasn't happy with me for giving Rose a blow-job. He said it could increase my recovery time. "At least you didn't have intercourse. No telling what your body would have done with semen in there, it could even have incorporated it into your genetic makeup. There's no telling what would have happened then. At least your stomach acid sterilized it making it non-viable before it reached further into your body."
As he lay in bed, the taste of Vicky’s pussy still lingered in Luke’s mouth long after she had left the spare room. Combined with the sensual feel of the baby doll nightie and panties, the memory of being allowed to be so intimate with his erstwhile girlfriend had made him extremely horny. So much so that his cock, in its attempt to become erect, was suffering extreme pain from the too-small cage in which it was confined. So severe was the pain that Luke’s erection quickly subsided only to return again as the nightie and panties worked their magic.
The Why Chromosome
• Dr Stella Bourne - CEO of Swiss Medical Genetics
• Dr Ana Luftman – PA to Stella Bourne
• Dr Otto Van-Bruin – Geneticist for Swiss Medical Genetics
• Ingrid Schmidt - Genetic carrier of the gene to help fight cancer
• Dr David Sharpe - Mathematician and genetics engineer
• Chris Lynch - Gene match for Ingrid Schmidt
• Amanda Brown - AKA Rachel Sinclair operative for Zenith Security
• Colonel Ron Sinclair - CEO of Zenith Security
"We lose nearly all of them, Governor. And the medical costs are frightful." Mallory Havercross - Upton traced a single gloved finger up the under side of hizzonor's swollen member. "I can't sit idly by while these young men are sent to their deaths. Not while I have the means to do something about it!"
Hizzonor stared at the head of his prick with his eyes wide and his mouth gaping. Her fingers wound around his stiffness and tugged, gently but insistently. "I... really don't see..."
The weekend was not going too well for Luke. Vicky had insisted that he remained dressed as a sissy for the entire day, and, to add to his humiliation, his cock had been imprisoned in a wicked restraint and he’d had to suffer the uncomfortable intrusion of a butt plug. Throughout the day, Vicky had treated him like a maid, ordering him to cook and clean for her, occasionally fondling his bum when he bent over just as he’d often done to her in the past.
St Odette's is an unusual finishing school for recalcitrant young men that forces them to dress as schoolgirls - and in some cases takes the transformation even further. It also features challenging lessons, ravishing staff and brutal methods of control. You can find the original Term 1 stories here. They focus on the experiences of two new arrivals at the school. The stories below pick up the narrative early in their second term: