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First Steps to Sissyhood - Part 2 ? by: Jennifer Richardson I decided I wanted to have a quick play with the Mistress Cindy character from "Steps to Sissyhood." To tell the truth I don't think she had much of a look in, perhaps she's been nagging at the back of her mind so this one is for her! "A Sister for Sissy" ? by: Jennifer Richardson ? ( [email protected] ) Flirting with him had been fun, (the him that I'm referring to was who Sissy now is) I'd wanted more than just the flirting but he kept dropping his girlfriends name into conversation and this only served to get me more and more jealous. I thought that if I got something to hold over him then I could maybe blackmail him into some kind of an affair. From the moment that he'd admitted that he was wearing the frilly white satin knickers I'd given him, I knew that I had him. What I hadn't anticipated at the time was that having him dress in more and more feminine garments, would give me such a buzz, both of power and arousal. That was when I'd decided to ensure that no woman in the world would look at him in a sexual way except me. (Actually, I perhaps took it too far, Sissy had many male admirers and customers on her website and in contact through the mail order business I set up, but the female admirers and customers easily equaled the men.) From the moment that Sissy had kissed her contract of ownership she was mine. With her pink glossed lips leaving a lovely print on the paper, the sweet moment when she saw she could be blackmailed into anything had opened his emotions and his mind to me. In a tidal wave of fear and guilt she'd crumpled like a paper house. After breaking 'him' I offered 'her' all the sympathy and consolation she could take. She grasped at it, clung tightly to it and began to respond. From the shattered male shell I began to shape her, form her and create her. Through a cocktail of chemicals and a regime of pleasure and denial, Sissy emerged from the fog of the drugs I'd been pumping into her and began to blossom. I'd loved the entire process, the power and the control, the earth shattering sex and simply enjoyed having the exotic creature around. She was making bucket loads of money for me and all she asked for were clothes, make up and a share of my bed. (limited sometimes until she would beg me with tears in her eyes.) Having resigned from my position with the employment agency, Sissy was my income, I modeled myself as a consultant. This afforded me the opportunity to visit many of many former clients in a new capacity. It was actually a mechanism whereby I could scout out a target for my new project, a sister for Sissy. Funnily enough I found the target almost straight away, he was Sissy's replacement. The big question was, how could I lever him away from the factory? Two security officers going missing from the same place would have been too much of a coincidence. It was actually Sissy who gave me the idea, now all I needed was a method. I gradually weaned Sissy away from the baby girl lisp, not completely, she still lapsed on occasion but that was cuter than the full on lisp had been. Her voice was soft and lilting, though she had a honeyed velvet tone that had arrived one evening when she was trying to get me to bed. "Sissy, would you like to come out with me tomorrow?" I asked her, catching her off guard while she was ironing. "Me Mistress? Out? Outside?" she squealed. In the two months that I'd had her, I'd allowed her out in the walled garden behind the house once a week, this as a reward and as a treat. My reasoning behind this was not just the reward, I wanted her complexion to slide to a soft milkiness and in this I was very successful. "Yes, you, outside, with me," I laughed at her reaction. "Mistress has an appointment and you can come too if you like?" "Yeth pleathe Mithtreth!" she reacted just as she had been conditioned, to every lisp she would look a little puzzled and break into a bright smile. Bright? She'd perfected a dazzle that would put the stars to shame. Her actual conditioning had been done while she was under the influence of a combination of anti depressants and hallucinogens. The anti depressants shut out the doubts and the hallucinogens opened up her imagination. So, she watched hour after hour of transexual films, listened to audio tapes of mood music which was interspersed with trigger words and phrases, a kind of chemical audio video hypnosis that I more or less made up as I went along. The walls of her room were covered in pictures, drawings and photographs of women doing every kind of sexual act, the magazines were transvestite, transsexual and shemale in nature as well as beauty and fashion books, magazines and manuals. These served to reinforce the 'treatment' she underwent, aided and abetted by her dressing and acting as she developed. "Where are we going Mistress?" I had been wondering if she would have flashbacks to her former self. To this end I'd allowed her to see some of the earliest picture she'd taken of herself. No reaction at all, other than suggesting that 'she ought to put some clothes on', when she saw one of her on all fours in front of a computer in her old bedroom. I'd asked her why she thought that and she'd replied; "No make up, bad hair and she hasn't even waxed her legs." I was reasonably convinced but willing to take the risk. She'd never be able to function without my being around, she was fine in the house alone, even for extended periods of time but if she didn't know where I was she'd become very frightened. Again this was down to her conditioning. I gave her a list of clothes she was to wear the following morning and she set about creating a look to go with it. She refused to show me telling me I'd have to wait until morning. I allowed these slight outbursts every now and again, it gave her a taste of freedom, of having a will of her own. She was spirited enough to look after herself in any case, another planted trigger, if she didn't like what she was seeing, feeling or hearing she would say 'please stop'. Should the thing that was distressing her continue she'd get louder and become more forceful, she'd caught me once with a dig in the ribs that had knocked the breath out of me. I'd been a little rough with her in bed, purposefully, pawing her, biting a little bit too hard that kind of thing. I'd no doubt that if I hadn't let go of her she'd have got into a real temper. All the better that she could protect herself if she ever got into a nasty situation. I didn't intend that she ever should got into such a position but I'd decided not to trust to luck. When she emerged from her room that morning I tried to cover my sharp intake of breath. She looked absolutely stunning. She saw my reaction and gave me that slow satisfied smile of hers. I'd eased the lavish praise and encouragement gradually, once her character began to emerge and her confidence with it she knew what worked for her and what didn't. The myriad of styles that she developed was impressive enough but the number of looks she'd discarded were double those she retained. True I'd dictated what she should wear that morning but I hadn't decided on her hair, make up or accessories. The above the knee black leather skirt went perfectly with the soft cowl neck jersey sweater in white. Her feet in knee high heeled black leather boots, the between the top of the boot and the hem of the skirt was an expanse of black zig-zag patterned stocking. The clothes looked good on her but the combination of the softly waved hair looked captivating and utterly sexy. She'd gathered a thin pony tail and picked it out with the pink chiffon scarf nestled among her long blonde tresses. Her eyes were dusted with a dusky pinks and a hint of glitter, lashes picked out with a light mascara. Rose pink lipstick, lips lined with a darker rose lip pen. This was something of a Sissy trademark, the thin line perfect when she pouted, I'd even seen her lips lined in a glittering gold to compliment a gold metallic cocktail gown she'd made. Her fingers were tipped with another Sissy trademark, her nails French polished but with the moon of her nails a soft coral pink similar yet a little darker to that which I'd insisted she paint her toes with. Gold hoop earrings, a light gold chain and slinky thin bracelets, I didn't allow her a watch. "Do I look okay Mistress?" she asked, she never fished for compliments, she seemed happy knowing that she deserved them but didn't necessarily need to hear them. This wasn't down to any conditioning on my behalf, it was one of those endearing things that she seemed to develop on her own. There was the secret little smile when she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, the soft touches she brought to her looks, like the chiffon scarf. Most obvious of all were those she reserved for the bedroom, her penis becoming a 'clittie'" or 'cockclit', her behind was her 'bumpuss'. I guess she had picked these up from something she'd watched or read. It wasn't something for me to worry about, so I didn't do anything to deter her, actually, I loved it! "You look gorgeous darling." I said quietly, feeling drab by comparison. That would only add to the plan. I handed her a small pouch handbag into which she put her make up, a soft brush and never mentioned the small tape recorder in the bottom. Taking the bag from her again I told her she could have it back when we got where we were going. "Mythterious Mithtreth!" she giggled. When we pulled into the companies car park I saw Sissy looking around in interest. She gave me a little smile when we got out of the car and then giggled. "What's wrong?" "Nothing Mistress, it's nice feeling the breeze under my thkirt, skirt, thank you for letting me come." It was one of the countless moments that had made my effort worthwhile. I opened her handbag and switched on the tape recorder to record, then put a ten pound note in the top of it and gave it too her. "Pocket money Sissy." I smiled at the glow which suddenly lit up her face. Walking over to the security office she giggled again and without prompting told me that she loved the sound of her heels on the concrete. If she carried on producing any more of those countless moments that morning she'd have me cumming in my panties, they were wet as it was. Just before going in through the door I told her she could call me Cindy for the day, I couldn't have her attracting attention to us if she called me Mistress. "And we shall pretend that we are cousins if anyone asks." "Kissing cousins Cindy?" she closed her eyes a moment then gave me the dazzling smile. "I love saying your name!" Had it been a warmer day I might have considered leaping on her on the spot. As it was I took a deep breath and told her we could consider the kissing part later. Stepping into the security office I saw Shaun taking an interest. "Hi Shaun, this is my cousin Sissy, Sissy, this is Shaun." "Hello Cindy, Hi Sissy," he replied, if he wondered about her name he didn't say anything. "Hi Shaun, pleathed to meet you," she said, her voice betraying not one note of worry or concern. "I'm here to see Paula Jacob's," I said as he turned to his access list. "Right, I see, thing is Cindy, you're on the list but Sissy isn't I'm afraid." "It's alright Cindy I can wait in the car." What an absolute Angel! "It's too cold to sit in the car, I'll just rearrange my appointment with Miss. Jacob's." "Erm, no need, how about, well, Sissy could stay here, with me." Here's the line, here's the sinker, now where was that hook? "Won't you get into trouble?" "It'll be okay." "Miss. Jacob's won't be upset?" "She'll never find out," he held a finger to his lips. Oh yes she will, I thought giving him a bright smile, and the hook was that half an hour later Paula Jacob's came to meet my cousin Sissy. She looked delighted when she was introduced and Sissy behaved perfectly, all charm and smiles. On the other hand she gave Shaun a thunderous look as we left telling him she'd speak to him later. How could he have been so stupid to allow an unauthorised person beyond a sign stating that 'Unauthorised persons were not allowed beyond that point'? A sign that said the rule was the creation of the Executive Director? One Paula Jacob's. Having known her for years I knew that if she felt she was being ignored she would be after the hide of the unfortunate person who had incurred her wrath. Poor Shaun, he didn't have a hope. I took Sissy into town, more to gauge her reaction to being around people than anything else but also to pick something up from the post office. I got Sissy to carry the packages back to the car but didn't tell her what was in them. I took her to a wine bar for lunch and watched her nibbling on a salad. She had little interest in eating herself but at home she had proved to be a very good cook. It had got to the stage that I'd had to be careful that she didn't get me fat. "Was Shaun okay with you Sissy?" "Yes Mistress, Cindy, I mean, sorry." She seemed a little evasive so I'd asked her what they'd chatted about. "Well to be honest Cindy it was all stuff I don't have a clue about. Alarms, and that sort of thing, he was very full of himself though, he even asked me out on a date!" There was no excitement in her voice about it, in fact she seemed thoroughly bored by the whole idea, all the better for my plan. We got home in the middle of the day, I took one of the packages and told Sissy it was for her. As ever when given a present she was very gushing in her thanks. She wasn't quite so thankful once I'd laced her into the unforgiving steel stayed corset. The pinky ruffled satin panels looked fantastic but I hadn't expected the waspish waist they enforced or the way that they boosted her boost and flared her hips. With the corset tightly laced her body screamed femininity. She looked so sweet in the pink satin heart shaped panties she'd bought with her pocket money they went beautifully with the corset, down to the pretty frilled lace trim. If Sissy had seen the other corset I'd bought I'm convinced she would have begged to be put in it. Black leather, double layered but with eight stays made of extremely slim metal. The body shape it would enforce would be entirely feminine but Sissy couldn't have it yet, there was someone else to put into it first. That they'd be wearing it for at least two months was beyond my real interest at the time. That was focused on Sissy and the way her lips were snaking back and forward across my stocking tops. What an easy fish Shaun was to play, I rang the works the next day only to be told by a strangers voice that Shaun had been suspended until further notice dependant upon investigation. "Can you tell me what happened?" "As far as I know he made his mouth go about the site alarm systems and some operational procedures which are restricted. Miss Jacob's has a tape of the conversation, it's very much one sided apparently, he's right up the creek if you ask me." "You don't happen to have his phone number have you? I'd like to offer him my support." Of course I had no such intention. His replacement gave me a number, I thanked him, hung up and then dialed the number he'd given me. "Hello?" "Hi, Shaun? It's Cindy here, I'm so sorry to hear what's happened," I said as softly as I could. "Thanks, I should have thought before I told Sissy all about the place. Typical for the place to be bugged." Of course it wasn't bugged, Paula had just received the tape by courier, I smiled to myself thinking that Shaun had probably signed for the delivery himself, so sealing his fate. "We should have left Sissy in the car I suppose, I'm so sorry, Sissy is horrified by what's happened." "Is she? Really? Could I speak to her do you think?" Now to begin reeling him in. "Why don't you come round this evening for a drink?" "Could I? I need something to pick me up, what time?" "Eight thirty?" He was at the door at eight. "Sissy is upstairs getting ready, come on, let's have a drink while we wait for her, fancy a cocktail?" By the time that Sissy came down Shaun was on another planet, at least his mind was. "Is he alright Mistress?" Sissy asked when she lifted and then dropped his floppy arm. "Just a little overwhelmed darling, help me with him upstairs, let's let him have a lie down for a while." Between us we got him up the stairs and along to the door I intended to go to work on him. "Be a dear and get on with answering the e-mails would you babe? I can manage from here." "If you're sure Mistress," she pouted prettily. "I'm sure Sissy," I smiled as she simpered and pouted again before going down to the converted dining room which was part office part studio. I hauled Shaun into the dim bedroom and rolled him onto the wide bed which was covered with a plastic sheet. Taking up a pair of dress making shears I began cutting him out of his clothes. Casting the pieces of material into a refuse bag before tying a knot in the top once I had him naked. I'd perfected my bed bath technique whilst creating Sissy so by the time it came to dealing with Shaun I had the routine down pat. First I washed him down with warm soapy water drawn from the en-suite bathroom. After drying him off I massaged the depilatory cream into his skin and allowed it to soak in before massaging the fragrant floral oil into every pore. The advantage of this is that the oils aroma only dissipates slowly so in the more conscious moments the nose is overwhelmed by a light feminine fragrance that the mind begins to associate as belonging to it. I then began to lace and lock the leather corset about his body, as tight as possible until the body began to be forced to adapt to the lacing. The breath was expelled from his body, ensuring that only soft breaths could be taken. Again through time the body would adapt to this and through training would require less oxygen as time moved on. I used the same pleasure and reward treatment that had been so successful with Sissy, rewards for reacting physically to the soft touch of feminine clothes, for reaching arousal through watching hour after hour of shemale sex, the constant diet of vitamins drinks and chemical cocktail bringing down the body weight until the corset could be tightened further. Once the body would only physically react when dressed in the conditioned feminine clothes, when the mind made the mouth ask to be dressed, then and only then did I wean away the drugs. Sissy, knowing that something was going on, was intrigued, she accepted her responsibility for running the business and did so with surprising insight. I was very impressed by the way that she handled things and even more so when she didn't pursue what was going on upstairs. I spent about six hours through the day working on the transition and training, spending the rest of the time with Sissy. After six weeks the Shaun that had once been was responding to the new name I'd given 'her', Missy. From then on she responded with a greed for knowledge that surpassed Sissy's own. Her hunger for cosmetics was astounding and once she'd begun applying her own just as well as either I or Sissy she moved on to her hair. Now just long enough to be styled into a short blonde bob. After ten weeks I finally allowed her to emerge from the room. She dressed as ordered in a short black shift dress which barely covered her ass cheeks, Black lingerie beneath but no panties. With high heeled ankle boots on her feet she followed me down to the studio come office where I introduced Missy to Sissy. "Sissy, I'd like you to meet our sister, Missy, Missy this is your other sister Sissy." The inbuilt conditioning both had been given kicked in, whenever they heard sister, aunt, cousin they would experience a very deep love for the other and so it proved. Though I have to note that the kiss they shared was anything but sisterly. It would have had the same effect had I told them that we were all aunties to each other, or cousins even nieces. The sister affectation was designed to bind us as tightly as possible together. Our physical differences, mine to theirs, had no effect in their eyes we all were the same. The kiss in greeting served to get me intensely wet, my whole body trembled with arousal and seeing Sissy moulding her body against Missy I found myself unzipping and then stepping from my skirt. I walked over to them, my right and snaking under the brief hem of Missy's skirt to squeeze her cheeks, my left hand finding the clip that held Sissy's cross over dress closed. I undid it and then took Missy's hands, encouraging her fingers to push it open and off Sissy's shoulders. Naked but for the tiniest tight pair of panties I took in Sissy, so perfect now and ready for the next step, her implants. Sissy slipped Missy's dress over her head and stepped back, glancing down I saw Missy's cockclit swing out and up, looking so hard and erect. I reached down and freed Sissy from her panties, then drew the tips of their arousal together, making them both shudder at the soft caress. I sank to my knees and took both heads into my mouth, the girls turning so I could suck and lick them all the more easily. I was in great danger of losing control at that point and was thankful to Sissy when she eased herself away from me, taking Missy with her. I stood and welcomed them into my arms, four sets of ruby tipped fingers began undressing me until I was as naked as they were. I desperately wanted to see them sucking each other, and I so desperately wanted to capture the moment on film. Further than that, I wanted them to be attuned to the utter pleasure they could afford one another. They were to become as dependent upon each other almost as much as they were dependent upon me. To this end I made them bend over the studio bed, Sissy needed little lubrication, the little slut had been fingering her bumpuss, sliding her fingers in and out coated with saliva. Now she was filled with the remote controlled vibe and soon after Missy had her latest taste of absolute ecstasy. When she came she had the vibe vibrating heavily, twisting and thrusting in her bumpuss, laid on her side her face was buried between Sissy's legs just as Sissy was doing to her. Mouths filled with hot spurting cum, both swallowing hard, gulping it down. I didn't slow the vibes at all, leaving them thrusting and wriggling within them until I had sampled a deep tongue probing kiss with Missy, then the same with Sissy, mixed taste within my mouth. Squatting above their smeared faces I lowered my hot soaking pussy onto one ruined red mouth then the other, building up my passion and arousal until it was like a lance of lava spearing every nerve. Looking down I saw them fingering each other' cockclits, moaning and sobbing smothered under my mouth until my climax ripped through me. When I recovered I slipped of the rumpled sheets and smiled down at my two creations. They were entwined with each other, caressing and stoking whilst they kissed long and deep with hips gently pushing forward, rubbing their cockclits against one another. Despite my own exhaustion I felt the glow of arousal spreading through me. Just watching them together was almost enough to send me soaring into orgasm. I re-focused the cameras and then changed the tapes, this would be a recording in its own right, a collector' item and I wondered idly to myself why I'd never thought of it earlier. Whilst it would no longer be a humiliation for either of my girls, indeed they would willingly accept the attention, I suddenly wanted to see them submitting to a real cockclit, of flesh and hot blood instead of the various rubber and plastic vibes, strap-ons and dildo's. Even as I thought about it Sissy rolled away from Missy, turned on the bed and spread her legs wide. Missy pushed them wider still and pushed her sister back a little so Sissy's bumpuss rose from the bed. Sissy giggled when she felt Missy's tongue flickering at her root, then shuddered when the tip of the tongue probed between her cheeks and prodded at her hole. Shifting the two camera tripods either side I checked the focus so both lenses had a clear view not only of what was happening but also of what was shortly to come. Missy was so gentle, to begin with, she positioned herself and allowed Sissy to take control. It made an even bigger thrill for me to see her doing it willingly. Sissy gasped when Missy hitched her hips, through the camera I saw the head of her clittie push inside. Inch by inch Sissy guided her sister in, her face twisting at the sensations she was experiencing. Her hand left the invading clittie and returned to her ankles, holding her legs high and wide, aided by Missy. Missy began to slowly withdraw, teasingly slowly, I could tell from the look on Sissy's face that she didn't want to lose the feeling of being filled. With only the head of her clittie inside Missy paused then in one long smooth stroke she fed it all back in. A long moan escaped Sissy's lips as one stroke became two, then three, then a continuous smooth rhythm as Missy began to quicken the pace yet varied the length of the strokes, probing deep then stopping short until Sissy was panting heavily. Soft little cries, low grunts, high pitched squeals. Missy herself was moaning, the delicious tight sensation of driving in and out of her sister was obviously having its effect until finally she screamed loudly, her body went rigid and then she began to shake. I saw her buttocks clenching, muscles ripple, and I knew she was pumping her cream deep into Sissy. Buried up to the hilt, eyes closed a wide smile on her face. I watched in amazement when Sissy's untouched clittie erupted, spraying cum the full length of her body, even hitting her pretty face. She actually cried when Missy began to withdraw from her, a soft wet sound when the clittie slipped out. I was shocked and thrilled when Missy collapsed on top of Sissy, Sissy locked her legs round Missy's back. They slipped and writhed together, the pair of them ending up coated in Sissy's cream. I switched the camera's off and slid silently from the room. I headed for the shower with a Cheshire cat grin on my face. Under the warm water I soaped myself all over and then allowed the water to rinse me off. My memory replaying what I'd watched in the studio I was left with shaking legs when an almighty orgasm tore me into pieces. After recovering and then drying myself off I dressed in a wrap over black dress then saw to my hair and make up. When I went back down to the studio in my high heels butter wouldn't have melted in my mouth. I cursed myself silently for not having left the cameras recording, Sissy was slumped over Missy's back, her clittie still embedded deep in her sisters bumpuss. Still, there would be and there were very many other times. As I'd intended the girls became very reliant on each other, to me first and foremost but importantly they developed a deference of each other even if I was to mildly scold one and not the other. Whoever wasn't being scolded would always speak up for the one who was being punished. Just as sisters should do, they also supported each other in the business side of things. Missy turned out to be as good with the video editing suite as Sissy was with her dress making. For good measure I put Sissy through the same corset training regime as I had done to Missy. The flow of money coming in was steady and regular, it was time to make the next investment in their future so I began cultivating a renowned plastic surgeon. Dr Herbert was a consultant at one of the local Accident and Emergency hospitals and also had an interest in a private practice. It wasn't his only interest, he was also on our mailing list for the new video's we made. The whole ground floor, other than the lounge and kitchen looked more like the small business that it actually was as opposed to belonging to a large suburban detached house. Sissy had her dressmaking room, Missy had virtually taken over the studio, a large colour photocopier and other printing kit plus a large computer system took up most of what had been the dining room. Piles of blank video tapes and boxes stood round it's walls. With my girls being so into the business as well as each other I was more or less free to go about whatever business I decided to get up to. This included a series of appointments with Dr Herbert. "As far as I can tell Cindy, you are perfectly healthy, why on earth would you be so interested in hormonal treatments?" "Mr Herbert," I gave him a sweet smile, "I'm about to offer you a once in a lifetime opportunity." "I'm afraid I don't see what you mean," he said, his face blushing puce. "I happen to know that you are a collector of, shall we say, exotic entertainment." I watched his face redden further and his lower lip tremble. "How..." "That doesn't matter Dr Herbert, what does matter is that you and I are in a position where we can do each other, certain favours." "That's blackmail!" he objected. "Don't be silly Marcus," I smiled, "it would be blackmail if I was taking something from you without giving something in return. This is more of a, an exchange of professional expertise." I smiled again. "Let me get this straight, you want to exchange my expertise for, yours? What is your field of expertise by the way?" "Don't try looking down your nose at me Marcus," I said mildly, "I may not have letters after my name but I know precisely what I'm doing." He looked at me then cleared his throat. "Okay, what exactly have you in mind?" "You will oversee a course of hormonal treatments for two subjects. There will be no objection from their side I can assure you of that. You will also provide surgical procedures, two tracheal scrapes and two sets of breast implants. In return I shall allow you to have the time of your life once a week with both subjects." "You're asking me to risk my career, my practice and my reputation on the line!" he spluttered. "Now you're being ridiculous Marcus, if I wanted to do that I would simply have let it be known that you're more than a little interested in shemales, receipts, film titles, when and where they were delivered to, the serial numbers of each tape or photograph you have ever received." I watched the colour drain from his face with a smug satisfaction. "But the staff, what do I tell the staff?" "About the surgical procedures? Never done implants or a scrape before?" "Well of course I have!" he snorted. "The two concerned will present as exactly as they appear, two beautiful girls who just feel the need to be even more beautiful." "No, I'm sorry, do your worst but I will not do this!" "Well, I'm very sorry to hear that Marcus, terribly sorry indeed. I know that Missy and Sissy will be very upset." "Who?" "You heard." "But they..." "Need implants and tracheal scrapes." "The hormones?" "A regime to keep the hair growth down, skin soft, as for breast growth, well, you'd be the best judge of that. I'd rather they had natural breasts that they have grown themselves in the long term, in the short, implants." "You realise that there will be side effects?" "Such as?" "Their testicles will shrink, eventually they won't produce sperm," he said. "And their clitties? Sorry, the penis?" "Will, if the hormone levels aren't monitored, go the same way as the testicles." "And if they're monitored, over an extended period of time?" "It could be controlled so they loose the minimal, in performance," he blushed again. "I think that's what we're looking for isn't it Marcus?" He nodded. "How long before we can begin?" "I'll make some gaps in my schedule, we should be looking at the surgical procedures in a month, the hormonal treatments would have to run, say, perhaps up to eight months. Can you wait that long?" Eight months? Surely plenty of time for the next stage in my plans, we couldn't have Sissy, Missy or myself feeling left out could we? So, another lady to even things up, Paula wouldn't know what hit her under the combined influence and attention from my kinky little family. She'd make a lovely Candy. I pulled myself back to the present. "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that question Marcus? Can you wait that long?" "Of course there isn't anything to stop the hormone treatments starting as soon as possible," he looked flustered now, turned on, aroused. "This weekend soon enough for you?" "I think that might be ideal," he said shortly. I stood up and walked round the side of the desk, unfastening the belt at my waist. Unclipping the catch at the back of my tight red dress I drew down the zip to the small of my back. The dress slipped from my shoulders, gathered at my waist until I pushed it down to the floor then stepped out from it. Standing naked but for sheer black, a black lacy suspender belt and my spike heeled red courts, I smiled at him then straddled his lap. "Let's fuck on it Marcus."