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The Submissive Seminar That Changed My Life Mary Ellen Powers One evening in early October, I was relaxing at home, reading the local paper, when my wife popped into our den and asked what plans I had made for my two weeks vacation in mid-November. I told her, that quite frankly, I hadn't given much thought to what I might do. "Great, she replied. " I have got just the thing for you then. Look at this ad in the Personals". I took that section of the newspaper from her and found the ad she had circled. It read: Mistress Kristi's Training School A ten day retreat for Submissive Men Call 716-5922 for details "I called earlier today and made the arrangements for you to attend", she said. "Mistress Kristi assured me that you would enjoy the program immensely; and, you'll get to meet other men who enjoy being submissive too"! I asked her what the dates for this retreat were and she replied that the sessions began on a Sunday afternoon and lasted a full ten days. I could go and still have some time to putter around the house when I returned before going back to work. "It's all set, then?", I asked. "Oh yes dear, I'll be driving you there on the 12th. Your tuition is already paid and I just know you?re going to have a lovely time". November 12th arrived and after lunch, my wife and I got in our car (my wife drove) and headed up the highway towards the northern part of our state. After we exited the main road, my wife pulled to the shoulder and produced a blindfold. "Mistress Kristi said that all of her students would be required to wear one of these before approaching her campus. So, I want you to put this on now, and no peeking"! I tied the blindfold around my face and my wife continued with our drive. It seemed to me as though we traveled for at least another half hour before I heard the crunch of gravel and the car slowed down. My wife spoke to someone, a female by the sound of the voice, and I detected a gate opening (because of a metallic squeak) and the car moved on again. We traveled for about another five minutes and I sensed the vehicle stop and my wife announced that we had arrived. She removed my blindfold and we both got out of the car. We were parked in front of a huge, ivy-covered brick building. It appeared as though it might have dated from the Victorian era. The lawns surrounding this edifice were beautifully green and meticulously manicured. "Well, let's go in and get you registered", said my wife. "What about my luggage", I asked. "Don't have any", she replied. "I didn't pack anything for you because you won't need anything. Everything that you?re going to require has been included in the tuition package. Isn't that neat"? I kind of nodded my agreement and followed her through the large double doors at the front of the building. Just inside, a young woman was seated at a desk and when she saw us walk in, she rose and greeted my wife, while ignoring me. "Good afternoon, Ms......Ah, your name is?", she inquired. "I am Kate Powers", said my wife, "and this is Mary Ellen. she will be attending the retreat". "Oh yes", she acknowledged, while checking a list of names on the clipboard she carried. "Well, Ms. Powers, I can handle everything from this point on. You may say good-bye to Mary now. And, have a pleasant trip home. I assure you, Mary will be well taken care of". "Bye honey; have a nice time. I'll see you in ten days", she whispered as she planted a peck on my cheek and walked quickly back through the doors, leaving me standing in the foyer, unsure of what would happen next. The young woman turned to me now and said, "You will please follow me Mary. I will show you to your room. You will have two hours to prepare yourself and then Mistress Kristi will expect you in her office. I will remind you only once, all the girls here must be punctual. Mistress punishes late comers severely. Now, step into this elevator. It will take us to the dormitory level". Rather than going up, I sensed that the elevator was descending and soon stopped, the door opening upon a long corridor whose walls were decorated with pretty pastel floral paper. The young woman led the way down the corridor to the right. As we passed doors that obviously were for the rooms here, I noticed that each door had a different color of ruffled panty rather than a number on it. We stopped and my room was indicated by a door with a pale yellow panty. "This will be your room Mary. Remember that your panties are pale yellow. You may go in and get ready for your appointment. Instructions are on your dresser. If you have any questions, save them for Mistress Kristi. I will see you later; once you've become a little girl - welcome to Mistress Kristi's School for Sissies! Where even the toughest men behave like pretty, little pampered, pantied party girls. Enjoy Mary". She gently pushed me through the door and I heard the latch lock as the door shut behind me. What was this ten days going to hold for me? I looked around the room, trying to understand all that had just happened. Like the panties on the outside of the door, the room was done completely in pale yellow. There were windows (fake of course) with yellow ruffled curtains. The bed was done up with a yellow comforter, yellow satin sheets and pillow shams. There was yellow floral wallpaper. The bathroom was all in yellow. I checked out the dresser and found the drawers full of pretty lingerie - all in my size, but all in shades of yellow and styled for a little girl!!! Yellow ruffled rhumba panties, yellow slips, yellow satin and nylon party dresses, pale yellow tights, anklets and knee sox, yellow Mary Janes and even a pair of yellow pumps with 2" heels. There were also pretty yellow long and short nightgowns and in three boxes I discovered in the closet, three pretty blonde wigs - one with oodles of curls, one with pigtails and one with pretty bangs! After my discoveries, I found the note that the receptionist spoke of. It instructed me on how to dress for my meeting later and also on exactly what preparations I must make to avoid being spanked. The note was signed by Mistress Kristi and instructed me as to what to do and where I would find the items required to comply with her rules. First, I must remove all of my body hair with the exception of what was on my head. I would be inspected to insure that not one hair, however tiny, remained! Then, I was to use baby powder to give my body a clean, fresh scent. I was to wear a pair of ruffled nylon panties, a slip, a party dress, anklets, the Mary Janes and the wig with pigtails. My fingers and toes were to be polished a light pink shade (the enamel was in the medicine cabinet) and I was to present myself in her office at exactly 4:00 pm. Failure to comply would result in my panties being pulled down and my pretty tush being paddled by Mistress Kristi, herself! Oh yes, I must address all staff as Miss and Kristi herself as Mistress. Any mistakes on my part would have the same result as being late; a paddling on by bare rear end! I saw by the clock on the nightstand that I had one and a half hours until my meeting so I stripped and began the preparations described in the note. By 3:45, I was ready. I admired myself in the full-length mirror. Although everything fit perfectly, I felt strange, standing in such a short party dress - my ruffled panties were definitely visible just below the hem of the dress. I fussed with my hair, tying two pale yellow ribbons into bows on each of the pigtails and then smoothed the soft material of the dress away from my waist. At exactly 3:50, I heard the latch on my door release, and I stepped out into the corridor and headed for the elevator. When the door opened, I found two other girls inside. Both were dressed just like I was, but one was in pink and the other was in pastel blue. The one in blue introduced herself as Cathy and the one in pink said she was Patty. Suddenly, the elevator door opened and we were all once again on the main floor. The young woman who had greeted me earlier was waiting at the door and said, smiling, "Very nice, girls. It looks like you are all on time. Follow me and I will take you to Mistress' office; she is expecting you. By the way, you may address me as Miss Candi". With Miss Candi leading the way, we trooped down the hall, our Mary Janes clicking loudly on the polished floor, almost in unison with the 4"spikes of Miss Candi?s pumps. Miss Candi stopped in front of a large mahogany door and knocked three times. We heard a voice say "Enter". Miss Candi opened the door and we all walked into the office, the door quietly closing behind us. Mistress Kristi stood behind a large desk, smiling. She was fully six feet four inches tall, her blonde hair teased to unbelievable fullness, and when she stepped out from behind the desk, I noticed she was wearing 6"stiletto-heeled thigh high boots. She was clad in a tight-fitting red leather mini dress and her measurements had to be 40-24-39! "Good afternoon little ladies. I will begin by telling you that you are here because your wives and significant others desire you to be more submissive than you have been. My program is the most successful in the country at making naughty men into quiet, obedient women. As you can see, I begin by making you into little girls, all sugar and spice! Once you prove that you are worthy, I will allow you to grow up. As you do, you will learn more about your sexuality as women and be allowed to wear more provocative clothing. During the next ten days, you will develop into the submissive, feminine creatures the real women in your lives desire. If you fight me, you already know what the punishment will be". Mistress Kristi came toward the three of us and walked completely around us, inspecting (I assumed) how well we had followed her instructions. I sensed her lift the hem of my dress with her crop and check to see that I was wearing the correct panty - the ruffled one. She did this to each of us. All the while, I could hear her softly saying, "Hmm, good, ah, that is so good". "Now my precious little ladies, you will all go to supper with me. It will be like a tea party. You will return to your rooms and select one of the dolls I have provided each of you as your guest. Then, you will be directed to the dining room by Miss Candi. We will have so much fun tonight! Depending upon how well you do at this party will determine which ones get to take the next step - figure enhancement! Isn't that exciting! I know you are all anxious to see yourselves blossoming. Now, go!!" We all said together, "Yes Mistress Kristi", turned and left her office. Down the hall and into the elevator we walked; back to the lower floor for me; up to another floor for the others. I entered my room, the yellow-pantied one, and found the doll that Mistress had spoken of. It looked just like Barbie - tiny waist, generous bosom and dressed in a slinky silver gown and ridiculously high heels. I took it with me, left the room and took the elevator back to the main floor. Cathy had a Barbie too - Patty had a teddy bear. I was taken to the dining room and seated at a large table. The food was served by pretty girls, all dressed in identical outfits - short tutu skirts of pink satin, silky white blouses, pale hose and 6" white pumps! They all had long blonde hair ala Dolly Parton and none said a word! They served the meal, poured drinks when necessary, removed dishes, but never said anything. Mistress Kristi observed them with a watchful eye and also us for that matter. When the meal was done and we were all licking huge lollipops for our dessert, Mistress Kristi made an announcement. "Two of you pretty pantied girls have passed the first test here. Cathy and Mary may go and stand by the door. Patty, you have not passed. Come here, lift up your dress, pull down those panties and bend over". Patty did as Mistress commanded and after she bent over the chair, Mistress slapped her bare behind three times with a large flat paddle. I could see that Patty had begun to sniffle and tears were not long in coming. However, Mistress then helped her pull up her panties and comforted her, telling her that she knew she would do better. We were then all dismissed and told to be ready the next morning for breakfast back here in the dining room. With Patty sobbing, we all returned to our rooms. Upon opening my yellow-pantied door, I noticed that some changes had taken place in my room. The babyish style of decoration was gone. The room now resembled that of a teenager. I had a record player, albums adorned the walls. Also rock star posters. My bed was covered with all kinds of stuffed animals. When I checked the dresser, I found that all the little girl underwear was gone. Now, I had cute baby dolls (teen styled), panties, bras and the typical lingerie of a teen. The closets contained short, tight skirts, body suits, some blouses and sweaters and a floor- length yellow prom gown! A note explained that I must wear my choice of nightgown to breakfast tomorrow, my choice of skirt/top to lunch and the prom gown to dinner. I would find a variety of cosmetics in the bathroom and could use as little or as much as I wanted. I realized that this was another test. After cleaning up and changing, I slipped under the covers and happily fell sound asleep. The next morning, I awoke, refreshed from a good nights sleep. After all, I had gone to bed before 8:00 pm the previous evening. I realized something was different when I sensed the frilly bouffant bikini panties and baby doll nightgown that I was wearing. I remembered the events of the previous afternoon and smiled to myself. How different it is when you are treated as a meek little girl, now turning into a teenager. I hurried into the bathroom, did what was necessary and after shaving and brushing my teeth, I used a teen-type deodorant and set the blonde wig with bangs in place on my head. I even put little pieces of tape across the bangs to keep them from flying out from my forehead. My baby doll looked delicious and I stepped into a pair of yellow terry scuffs and slipped a yellow nylon bathrobe around my shoulders. I also gave my lips a light touch of pink lip gloss. I left the room and hurried to the elevator, not wanting to be late for breakfast. I met Cathy in the main hall. She was dressed much the same as I, except for the colors of her outfit. Patty was nowhere to be seen. We strolled down the hall, hand in hand, and entered the dining room together. We hurried to our seats and shortly, Mistress Kristi entered the room. We both stood quickly and greeted her. "Good morning Mistress Kristi", we chorused. "Why good morning ladies. And how are you today?" "Were fine Mistress", we replied. "Where is Patty this morning, Mistress", I asked. Mistress Kristi frowned, then smiled, "You will see Patty very soon, girls. Now, lets get on with breakfast. Your first class will begin at 9:00 and I wouldn't want you to be late". We began to eat in silence. About ten minutes later, the main door opened and Patty walked in being led by the hand by Miss Candi. Both Cathy and I kept silent but we were somewhat shocked at Patty?s appearance. First, Patty was wearing a frilly white baby bonnet. Her hair had been clipped down to nothing but a slight fuzz. It was obvious that she also had a diaper on, covered by pretty ruffled rhumba panties that snapped over the diaper. Instead of a dress, she was wearing a babies tee shirt and carrying a bottle, complete with a nipple and a pacifier in the other hand. She wore pink anklets and soft leather baby shoes. Miss Candi led her to a high chair and after she was seated, a bib was placed around her neck and Miss Candi fed her baby food from a heated dish. I asked Patty if everything was all right but she just smiled at me and instead of words, she spoke gibberish - baby talk. Mistress Kristi told me to ignore Patty or I would be treated just like her. She said that is what happens to little girls who refuse to behave. If I wanted the same, I would get it and not be allowed to grow up and become a pretty, submissive, feminine and shapely woman! I kept my mouth shut. I loved being submissive but I didn't want to be a baby. In fact, it was difficult the other day for me to be a little girl - I thought that was demeaning. After breakfast, we hurried to our rooms and got ready for class. I removed my nightgown and slipped into a pair of yellow nylon panties, a yellow slip, a pair of nude tights, a denim blouse and matching mini skirt, and a pair of brown flats that weren?t in my closet when I left the room earlier. There was also a purse which I checked out lying on the bed. It had all sorts of teen cosmetics in it and also a sanitary pad and a tampon! I closed the purse, slipped the strap over my shoulder and headed back upstairs for our first lesson. I met Cathy who was wearing a cute blue jumper, white blouse and white tennis shoes. She had on a pair of nude tights also. We both took our seats and at 9:00 exactly, Mistress Kristi entered the room. She took her place in front of the blackboard and began lecturing the two of us about how we were about to go from being young girls to lives as maturing women. We learned all about wearing the pads and tampons that both of us had in our purses. We also learned about how boys would try to make us do things that we might not really want to do till we were older. We both kept straight faces but during a mid-morning break, Cathy and I giggled to each other about Mistress' performance and how none of this advice would ever be useful to us! When we returned to class, Mistress introduced a guest who would teach the rest of the morning?s program. She was a moderately tall, attractive woman, more like Miss Candi than our Mistress. Her name, she said, was Mistress Monique. She had us remove our blouses and then explained all about how would begin to develop breasts and would need brassieres to support them. She took measurements of our chests and explained how these would be converted into bust measurements. She also showed us all kinds of bras: underwire, crossover, strapless, longlines, demis. I couldn't believe how many styles there were. Then, she explained about other foundations we might wear: girdles, briefers, corsets and torsolettes. She had me remove my slip and skirt and then wrapped a cincher around my waist and in minutes, my tubby stomach had become a tiny 24" waistline! The rest of her discussion that morning consisted of familiarization with all types of lingerie; what it was, how to wear it, when to wear it and how to take care of it. She was finished a little before noon and Mistress Kristi dismissed us for lunch. We hurried to the dining room to eat, wondering if we would get a glimpse of Patty again. Patty wasn't there, however. We had sandwiches, milk and cookies for lunch and Miss Candi told us to return to our rooms to change into the clothing that we would find on our beds. Hurrying to my room, I discovered a strange blousey sort of dress that appeared about five sizes too large for me. There was also a pair of shoes that made me waddle when I tried to walk. Then it dawned on me - we were going to have a class on pregnancy! I slipped into the clothes and returned to the classroom where I saw Cathy dressed the same as I. Even the colors were identical now. Mistress Kristi explained all about being pregnant to us. How we might get sick to our stomachs in the mornings; how we might crave strange foods and have mood swings. We took all this in and then we were told that the next part of our class would deal with practical matters - how to change a diaper! A door opened at the side of the classroom and Miss Candi wheeled in a gurney. Something or someone was on it covered with a sheet. It was Patty, only now she was wearing only a diaper and she was crying. Mistress explained that the baby was wet and needed to be changed. Each of us had to remove the wet diaper and clean, powder and re-diaper Patty! All the while, Patty was crying and squalling! It was weird doing this for a person who each of us knew was not a baby. However, Patty no longer looked or acted like the Patty of the day before. Patty was nothing more than a BIG BABY! Miss Candi wheeled the screaming Patty out of the room and Mistress told Cathy and I that we had again passed the test. Tonight, after diner, we would each take another step towards complete sissyhood - her word for making us into real women! We were both pretty excited about it and hurried back to our rooms to change for dinner. Upon entering my room, I saw what appeared to be a medical orderly and a nurse waiting for me. They said that they were there to assist me with the next step in my training. Before I knew what was happening, the nurse gave me a shot in the buttocks and in seconds I collapsed to the floor, still fully conscious but unable to move on my own. The orderly picked me up and placed me on a gurney. Then, the door opened and I saw Mistress Kristi come in. "Hi my pretty sweetie. You certainly look helpless and submissive now. I want you to know that you have done very well and you are the only girl to completely pass my tests. Tonight, your wife will get her wish and you, my pretty pantied sissy, are the very thing she wants - I think you want it too! You will be taken to a very special room in my school. A scientist, for whom I have been supplying subjects, will focus the energy of his new invention upon your brain. With that, and a few drugs that he has also perfected, you will become forever, the sissy girl of your wifes dreams. You will no longer be male, but instead, will have all of the primary and secondary characteristics of a sexually mature woman. If you would like, I will show you a picture of what you are going to become". Although I couldn't move or speak or make any sound, I could see well enough and Mistress Kristi held a computer enhanced photo of me right before my eyes. I know that my eyes probably opened wider than ever but I'm not sure because I couldn't see my eyes - only the picture. "Yes, my pretty centerfold. Soon, you will look like this and you have some idea what it's going to be like through the classes we have provided you with. There will be more classes this week, but they will just put the finishing touches on your new self. And, you will serve your wife in whatever capacity she requires of you. That is the other little wrinkle to this process. You will do exactly as your wife says, at all times. Ah, I'm sure you will enjoy pleasing her - or any of her friends!" I was helpless, unable to move and frankly, unable to fight. I had come to this place willingly, not knowing that my wife had another reason, another purpose for sending me here. Two other girls weren't getting this treatment, but who knows exactly what was going to happen or had already happened to them. I lay back, closed my eyes and gave in to the inevitable. I have no idea how long I was unconscious. However, when I opened my eyes, I knew it was morning. The sun was just peeking through the blinds in my room - not the room I had been in when I arrived, but one more like a hospital room. A nurse hovered over me, shining a light in my eyes. "She is awake", I heard her say. Mistress Kristi stepped into view. "Good day, Anna (Anna? - my name was Mary when I arrived here) and how are you this morning. Did you enjoy your rest? I think a nice hot shower followed by a cold rinse will clear the cobwebs and get you off on the right foot this morning, No?" I pushed the sheets off myself and began to sit up. My head spun a little and I had to get my bearings momentarily. I felt strange, different. There were no aches or pains but I realized something about me had changed. I just couldn"t put my finger on what it was. The nurse handed me a robe and I slipped my arms into the sleeves and wrapped the robe around myself, tying the sash loosely in front. I stood up and slipped into a pair of gold mules that were there, right by the bed. The nurse held my hand as I walked to the bathroom and she took the robe from me as I stepped into the shower stall. Yes, what I needed was a nice hot shower and an invigorating cold rinse to get me going this morning. I turned the faucet on and the water quickly warmed. The needles of liquid stung my body at first and then seemed to relax me as I soaped up. I used a giant sponge to lather my body - my long legs, my flat tummy, the full roundness of my hips, my ample breasts. Breasts? I didn't have those before! I hurriedly turned off the water, stepped out, grabbed a towel and began patting myself dry. Then, I wiped the moisture off the mirror and saw myself, really saw myself for the first time. My hair was long, hanging below my shoulders and really, really BLONDE! And my body! I couldn't believe it! I had huge.... well they were really full breasts. My hips, derriere, so full and round and wait!! I was missing something else!! I was no longer a man; I had become a woman! No, I had become a FEMALE! I was totally and completely changed. My God, I was the spitting image of Anna Nicole Smith!! No wonder Mistress Kristi called me Anna when I awoke!! I pulled the robe around myself and stormed out of the bathroom. I ranted at Mistress Kristi; I raged at the nurse; I even cussed out my wife who wasn't even there. The nurse slipped another shot into my buttocks and helplessly, I collapsed once again. An orderly placed me back on the bed and I heard Mistress Kristi's voice explaining. "Do not worry Anna. You will get some rest now and when you awake again, you will fully understand your role and what is expected of you - by me and your wife. Do not be afraid. Everything is working as it has been planned". I drifted in and out of consciousness for what seemed like many hours; maybe it was days. Images of Mistress Kristi, Miss Candi, my wife, the scientist, Cathy and Patty and everything about this place, this School for Sissies, passed through my mind. Then, everything just went black! I awoke and yawned, pressing the off button on my alarm clock. Rolling out of bed, I stood and admired myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. Six foot and a hundred forty pounds. Nice figure too. What was it? Oh yeah; 40-24-39. I smoothed my hands along the contours of my body, stepped into a pair of my favorite slippers and padded into the bathroom. A quick cold shower was what I needed to get my blood moving and get the day off to a good start. After my shower, I dried off and applied some sweet-smelling lotion all over my soft, pink skin. Then, I stepped back into the bedroom to get dressed. I chose a cute, pink, dip-front string bikini. Next, a pink nylon bra that minimally covered me, allowing my firm, full figure to show nicely, a matching garter belt to which I attached the sheer stockings that I rolled onto each leg and a cute micro-mini pink slip that fit the curves of my hips and derriere like a glove. I brushed out my long blonde hair, slipped a pair of gold drop earrings into my earlobes, clasped a pretty, thin chain around my neck, and then touched up my face with little moisturizer, lots of shadow, eyeliner and mascara, filled in my full lips with a deep shade of red lipstick and picked out my clothes for the day. A cute white blouse that revealed my bosom and a tight-fitting whit mini-skirt and 4" white pumps completed my look. I grabbed my purse and jacket and walked out of the room and down to the kitchen. Kathy was preparing some toast and I smelled the aroma of fresh coffee. "Morning Hon", I greeted her sweetly. "What is on the schedule today?" "Oh. morning Anna", she replied and gave me a hug and peck on the cheek. "You look smashing this morning. You have got an appointment with Charlene at the Salon at 10:00. Then, you have to be at Jakes studio for that lingerie shoot at 11:00. I will meet you for lunch at Dominique's at 1:30. Then, you and I have to pick out some cocktail dresses for the party on Saturday. Oh, and Bobby called. He will pick you up at 7:00 for dinner and Matt`'s show at the club. Looks like a pretty busy day". "Yes, I guess it will be", I remarked. "That is okay though; I'm having a ball modeling and tonight, Bobby is introducing me to that jeans guy, what's his name - Guess something? He says I have the inside track to doing all their print ads. How lucky can a girl get? And to think I have YOU to thank for all of it. I am sure glad you sent me to that school; what was it? School for Sissies or something? Funny name like that. Heavens, I am no sissy - I am just your average, gorgeous, luscious sexy female and lucky to be me. And to think I owed it all to modeling school. Hey, I was destined to be a model from the moment I was a little baby girl - a cute blonde bombshell who could make a cameraman drool - who said I needed to go to school". Then, I recalled for the first time since I had left the school, that there had been two other girls there with me. I had not seen them when I left and no one seemed to talk about them. "Kathy, remember when I was at Mistress Kristi's school? Whatever became of those other two girls, Patty and Cathy?" "Oh", my wife said, giggling, "Just watch the television tonight. When you see the Pampers ad, you will notice a cute little baby girl with dark curly hair - that is Patty. She just couldn't adjust to becoming a pretty sissy girl, so, she was made into a perpetual baby! Cathy almost made it but since she had problems caring for babies during the pregnancy class, she has been changed into a forever pregnant woman, sort of a perpetual wet nurse and you?ll see her in the same commercial, changing Patty's diapers. Aren't you glad that you passed all your tests? I am sure you are. Now, you are a gorgeous, sexy, shapely fashion model with a drop dead figure and you get to wear all of the pretty things and also to have all of the yummiest feminine experiences with none of the hard work or worries that other girls have. You got to be the perpetual ultra-fem and I am glad you are now what you are! Why do you ask", she questioned me. "Oh, no reason, just curious", I said. And, then I said no more because I remembered that curiosity killed the cat. I just enjoyed being the gorgeous creature that Mistress Kristi fashioned!!!