A Guide To Becoming A Girly Girl
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This story was meant to be read by persons over the age of
18. There is some male to male sex, so if you don't like
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A Few Good Girly Boys
By Little Miss Vicky Kay
I signed onto this mission early. The strange colony of
Amazonia had been cut off from contact with Earth for over
a hundred years. Here was an entire planet of women without
any "real men." They reportedly only took wimps and sissies
with them for breeding stock. We Space Marines knew that we
were going to give these women what they wanted. We all
joked about it before they put us under.
Stasis consciousness is passive. The mind can scream, but
the body does not change unless outside forces work on it.
Chemical brain function s arrested, but, slowly, it
continues thinking and accepting data slowly over the many
years of the spaceflight. It was while we were in stasis
that we all received the mission parameters from our new
commanding officer Captain Lisa Bower.
"Men, let me say I am proud to be serving with such a fine
group soldiers. While you were in stasis, we finally made
contact with Amazonia to make arrangements for the embassy
you will all be assigned to defend.
"As you know we put you all through extensive psychiatric
testing for this mission. The purpose of this testing was
to find active Marines who enjoy or are excited by wearing
feminine clothing. As you learned in the initial briefing
for this mission, none of the males on Amazonia wear male
clothing. I know that most of you have never admitted this
fact to anybody, but now you will have to live openly with
this reality. It will comfort you to know that a
surprisingly large number of your fellow Marines actually
fit the profile, so we picked only the best candidates from
the thousands of insecure macho types we found.
"Also, we tested for submissive tendencies as related to
relationships with females. Each and every one of you fit
our profile, or you wouldn't be here. Due to the long space
travel, we only took single men who would bow down easily
to women.
"In the beginning, the Amazonian delegation would not even
consider having male marines on the surface of their
planet, but, since the Space Marines are primarily a force
of men, we told them that we must have our men at the gates
and that was that. They agreed, but only if we selected men
based on their psychological criteria and negotiated every
detail of the uniforms we issued.
"We started with dress blues. The Amazonian delegation
offered a pink taffeta dress with a full petticoat and a
light blue sash and matching hair bow. We told them that
this was no way for a professional soldier to dress! We
offered the standard women's uniform with a skirt just
below the knee and sensible black patent flats.
"The Amazonian delegates laughed, but stood firm and waited
for a more feminine offer. Now, men, I don't mind telling
you, we debated back and forth into the night until we came
up with the new Amazonian issue dress blue uniform. Notice
the navy blue pleated skirt now covers your underwear but
still falls on your upper thigh. A lacy bright white
petticoat is barely visible at the hem. The fitted waist is
assisted with a full Kevlar corset designed to push you out
at the bust and pull you in at the waist. It offers a
pleasing bust line to your low cut white peasant blouse
with the short puffy sleeves pulled neatly down off of the
shoulders. Very professional.
"Notice the marine insignia is embroidered over the left
breast and rank insignia is moved to a lovely gold and
diamond bracelet. Also, the M950 Assault rifle has been
issued in pastel pink to set off the white opera gloves.
"The shoes were one of the most difficult things to
negotiate, and the Amazonian delegation was clear from the
beginning that no heels less than three and a half inches
high would do. We insisted on black patent leather and they
insisted that they sport a pink bow. Finally, we
compromised. The tasteful puffy bow is now marine blues and
reds and a gold buckle is shaped into the fighting Space
Marine logo. Only the best for our fighting men!
"Your fatigues were no less difficult to negotiate, I
assure you. We wanted a simple, functional, and durable
outfit rugged enough to take into the field when necessary.
Amazonia offered a simple black satin French maid's outfit
with a full petticoat and apron. They said that this was
the most functional 'men's' outfit on Amazonia.
"We offered a simple camouflage tank dress in cotton with a
matching backpack. They agreed, but with some
modifications. First the material became Lycra, and the
color became two tone lime green and black. The dress was
shortened to barely cover the crotch when standing at
attention and a small ruffle was added to the plunging
neckline to shape it. The shoes again became hotly
contested. Finally we agreed upon matching boots with a 4"
stiletto heel and instead of a backpack, a black patent
handbag is slung neatly over one shoulder sporting the
silver buckle with the Space Marine logo emblazoned upon
it. Also, notice the black stockings attach just below the
hemline for easy access.
"Up until now in your careers, your underwear has been
largely your own affair. Boxer briefs whatever. We just
didn't care, but the Amazonians insisted upon strictly
regulating the type and style of available underwear
available to our soldiers.
"Again the Amazonians started with an unreasonable
alternative with only ultra skimpy thongs, or incredibly
lacy things more suitable to a four year old. After several
exchanges we finally got down to what was acceptable.
"You have several options. The see through lace bikini
briefs come in red or dress blue and have the traditional
Amazonian embroidered fairy princess on the left and the
Space Marine Logo proudly embroidered on the right. Silky
stretch thongs come in white or hot pink to match Amazonian
civilian attire. Also available are panty girdles in both
white and dress blue for you full figured Marines.
"Also, sleeping attire was at issue. The women of Amazonia
insist that you wear things to bed or even just to lounge
in that are light silky and have lace at the edges and at
least one little bow visibly sewn onto it. Whether this
comes in the form of pajamas, nightshirts, or long slinky
nightgowns, they are fine with this as long as it covers
your breasts and private parts. For starters, we have
issued each of you this stunning full length dress blue
nightie with spaghetti straps, a see through lace inlay at
the belly button and the Space Marine logo sewn on the
right breast with a cute bow just above your tushie. Cute
and sleek, just like a good marine.
"Aside from the above mentioned deceptively delicate
looking black Kevlar corsetry, you will be required to wear
a bra at all times when fully clothed. By the time you
awaken, the ship's doctor will have given you breast
implants. You will be issued two white bras, two, black,
and two red. Pink is available upon request. I know it
seems a bit presumptuous of us, but you would not be
allowed on Amazonia unless you have breasts.
"Also, they made several other demands of your physical
condition before you stepped foot on their planet:
1. Your hair must be at least shoulder length or
longer.
2. The hair on your face, chest, arms and legs has
all been removed via laser beam during your stasis.
3. Mascara, eyeliner were tattooed upon your eyelids.
4. Adams apple removed.
5. Brows plucked and shaped permanently.
"After reviewing some of the men's magazines available on
Amazonia it became apparent that you needed some slight
modifications to fit in during your minimum of five year
stay there. The following elective surgeries have been
accomplished:
1. Collagen lip implants.
2. Hips / buttocks slightly widened.
3. Hair implants where needed.
4. Permanent bikini line to a heart shape around the
pubic area.
5. Voice attenuated to soprano pitch.
"Also, you will be issued the following items that must be
used daily on duty and off:
1. Full set of makeup brushes
2. Foundation that matches your skin tone.
3. Blusher, palette of eye shadows
4. Set of ten lipsticks.
5. Set of ten matching fingernail polishes.
6. Setting Powder.
There are several ground rules to go over:
1. Your hair will be put up or braided while you are
on duty and styled at least once a week in a civilian
salon that will also do your nails and makeup. The
gossip in the shop is also required.
2. No man will ever wear pants or any other male
attire once we dock planet side. The next ship will
be here in five years to pick you up and pants will
be waiting if you desire them then.
3. You will defer to women in all phases of dating,
and socialization. She will order food for you, tell
you where and when to sit, she will speak first, and
she will always make the first move.
4. Skirts and dresses will never cover the knee.
5. You will no longer use male pronouns while on
Amazonia. While this is not a problem when on duty
calling each other by rank, it can have disastrous
consequences outside the compound. Some suggested
replacements for man, boy and dude are, girlfriend,
sister, honey and girly. Several other popular
pronouns are Sissy, Fairycakes, sweetie, and missy.
It is important for all of you to practice in the
barracks constantly.
6. If a woman makes unwanted advances, it is up to
you to tell her so without ever using the words "No,
go away, I'm sorry but, I'll call you later, I'm
busy, I have to go," or any other brush off. The
suggested way to defer her interest is to either
introduce her to a friend or try to seduce another
woman to fight for you. Otherwise, if you try to put
her off you may find yourself sold by the courts into
slavery and put into her custody. Their philosophy is
that men are the real sluts in life and they are no
longer allowed to say no.
7. While the Space Marines have a strict "don't ask,
don't tell" policy, this will be put aside on
Amazonia. Here it is commonplace to brag about your
ability to perform oral sex for men. In fact, it is
so prevalent in this culture that we require you to
try it before we reach port.
"Next we argued that the salute was an important military
protocol that went back to the medieval times to when
knights held their visors up to show that they regarded
their adversaries with respect. The Amazonian delegates
laughed and laughed about this and told us that the salute
was simply outlawed on Amazonia. In fact, gentlemen, they
only offered one alternative and refused to budge in
negotiations. The curtsy is now the new protocol when
fulfilling official military functions. See your new manual
for learning how to perform the proper curtsy.
"Instead of the famously traditional: "Sir, yes sir!" the
new accepted protocol will be "The sissy agrees!" In
appropriate cases it will become "Yes my pretty sergeant!"
or "Thanks cutie pie" if one is being addressed by a peer.
"I know that some of you might not be receptive to the
changes we have put you through and the rigorous
requirements of this duty. Certainly, we did not ask you in
advance due to the lack of understanding our culture might
have with regards to our treatment of Space Marines.
Marines have served under harsher conditions before and
performed admirably. I am sure you will too.
"Excepting the hair removal, everything is reversible at
the end of your term of duty. Any Marine who refuses to
serve will be dealt with in the harshest terms possible.
"As your Captain let me say that I am proud of each and
every one of you. Never has the corps put together such a
fine group of men. I look forward to serving with you on
Amazonia and I know that you will be every bit as worthy to
wear the uniform as all who have served before. You are
indeed, the few, the proud, the Space Marines!"
***
As I came to from stasis, tears ran down my cheeks. I sat
up and my nightgown rustled softly as my breast shifted. I
felt myself becoming aroused as some of my fellow Marines
lightly drifted past my bunk. Their light soft voices
drifted over me in giggles and excitement. As my vision
cleared, I saw that my fingernails had been given a coat of
pale pink nail polish and I smiled when I looked down at my
index finger. There subtly emblazoned in pearlescent
fuchsia was the Space Marine logo. It was then that I knew
that it was all true. I realized I was happier than I had
ever been in my life.
I stood painfully and looked at the woman in the mirror. My
hair had been permed, makeup applied, and the slight breeze
in the barracks crept up my bare legs and silky smooth
chest with the added weight of pretty C-cup breasts. I put
my hands to my full lips and moaned. Everything just felt
so good!
A delicate hand found its way around my waist from behind
and a hand pulled back my long hair from my shoulder. I
turned away from the mirror where Private Jones, now a
knockout brunette, kissed me full on the lips and settled
onto his knees in front of me.
"Well, girlfriend," I said, "do your duty soldier." I
kissed him on the forehead and said, "You know I'm always
better than you at everything. Do your best and I'll prove
it to you."
Jones blushed as he lifted my nightgown and pulled my
panties down to my knees and said, "I'm counting on it." As
he accepted me into his mouth Captain Bower strolled into
the hallway.
"Attention on deck!" I shrieked with my new voice. The
delectable Private Jones gagged.
"Carry on Marine!" she said as she purposefully strode on.
I came in his mouth when the captain grabbed my ass on the
way by. I collapsed to my knees as Jones sat on the edge of
the bed. I made my way under his nightgown and nibbled at
the large cock head tenting those luscious white panties. I
pulled the panties down and licked his balls and cock
hungrily.
It was then that I gave myself away as a previous
cocksucker. One of the things I like to do when I
masturbate is to deep throat a dildo. So when I went down
expertly on Jones, I was one of the few in the room that
wasn't gagging and I drew a crowd. As I moved gently,
lovingly up and down this gorgeous shaft, I could hear
comments in the background.
"God, girlfriend's got game!"
"Look at her go!"
"I hope she'll teach me!"
"Five says she swallows the cum too."
"I'll take that action sissyboy, look at her she's a
spitter if I ever saw one!
"I say she's a splatter girl, you know the kinky type who
likes to play with cum afterwards."
In the end Jones settled the issue by pulling out of my
mouth and cumming all over me and my pretty new nightgown.
Afterwards when Private Jones and I were greedily licking
it all up, I realized just how perfect Amazonia was for us.
We would never leave. I knew I was finally home.
I got dressed in my new "fatigues" that were basically a
tight short mini-dress in green with matching knee high
patent leather boots. The Kevlar corset went into place
first then the matching bra. Panties were optional with
this outfit as were stockings, but the dress was so short
that it would be obvious if I were to get excited (which
was nearly continual now). I finished dressing and went to
the mess hall.
What used to be bass voices using machismo and aggressive
behavior had been transformed into a light lilting giggles
that echoed across the mess hall. The "men" where now
little mincing darlings in their heels and big-hair going
to and fro wobbling in their newly issued heels. While it
was obvious that makeup lessons were in order, some had
been practicing for years and were stunning in their
appearance.
As I found my way to my seat, I began to tear up. I was one
of the girls after a lifetime of being forced to be one of
the guys.
As we ate, the powerful engines of the spaceship began the
final deceleration sequence for our approach to Amazonia.
The next morning as we docked and we all donned our cute
dress blues, there were big smooches and lovely hugs all
around. We mustered on the cargo deck to practice
synchronized skipping to replace our marching routines.
We skipped off of the ship into our new life. Many might
not understand our decision to stay, but not one of us ever
came back from Amazonia. When our tour of duty was up, each
of us found that we would rather sell ourselves into
blessed slavery there than go back to the false machismo of
the Space Marines.
I hear they occasionally Amazonian women go back in time
and take willing men from 20th century earth. That is the
reason I am sending this report. So men, learn to curtsy,
dress in cute short dresses and properly do your makeup,
and maybe, just maybe, the Amazonians will take you back to
paradise where pretty sissies like us are valued as the
special and wonderful people we were meant to be.
Libbie
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