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Frank or Francine By Donna Sash [email protected] Her nephew had been with her for three years now. When he came to her house at 15 he was not that much of a discipline problem, but as time went on he was getting worse. He was hanging around with a rough gang. April was at her wits end as to what could be done to keep him in check. His 18th birthday was coming up next week and she knew that either she was to do something right now or loose him forever. Last week at a gathering of her girlfriend she had spoken to a friend of hers, Jennifer. Jen's mom had had the same kind of problems with her younger brother. She had used a radical approach to discipline called petticoat punishment. Her mom had started dressing her brother in hand me downs from Jen. He had changed over night. All of his male clothing had been locked up and he had to wear women's dresses and underwear for a year. During that time her brother had learned how to treat the women in the family and in fact all women. He did not go out hanging around with his friends. He was too embarrassed to. He also did not have any of his friends over to the house. For that year he had learned how to get along with Jen's friends, mostly girls and a few of their boyfriends. At the end of that year he was going steady with Jen's best friend and later married her. She kept him in petticoat punishment in their home. April wondered if such a thing could work with Frank. While Frank was not a big boy he was very macho. Not only in his dress, but he acted like a bully to others and had no respect for April or any of her friends at all. Frank had long light brown hair and soft blue eyes, but with his attitude they seemed like hard eyes. He was handsome boy and April also thought he might just make a pretty girl. She called Jennifer and invited her over for coffee that afternoon to talk about it again. "So you are thinking about changing Frank to Francine?" "I have to do something. Next Friday he will be 18 and if I don't do something right away, well I don't know what I will do." "Honey, I think we should have a birthday party that he will never forget." "What do you mean?" "On his birthday someone will be born again, only this time it will be Francine. We have a lot of work to do and some presents to buy for him." April and Jennifer spent the next few afternoons doing some hopping and getting things ready. They also worked on the spare room. April let Frank know that they would be having a birthday supper on Friday and that she was to give him his presents at that time. On Friday they made a special supper for Frank. He liked his meat and potatoes so they make steak and baked. She also had a special cake ready for after the meal. April set four places for the dinner. Every thing was ready. Frank was seated at the head of the table with Jennifer and her niece Joanne. Joanne was a cute woman of 20. She was enrolled at the local collage and lived with her aunt. She was studying sociology and had a major in psychology. Joanne was here for an experiment in behavior modification. When her aunt told her of what was going to happen to Frank, she asked to join in and use some modern methods. Frank ate his supper. He rushed through it like usual and looked at the women who were taking their time eating. Joanne kept returning his smiles. She knew that he was having sexual fantasies about her and later this would work to her advantage. She had dressed kind of sexy for the night. She had told her aunt and April that they should be dressed moderately. April had on a nice off white blouse in satin with a black skirt. Jennifer had on a somewhat frilly blouse in pink with lace trim and a plaid skirt. Joanne had on a lace sleeveless turtleneck blouse with a short purple skirt. Around her neck was a pretty scarf with flowers on it in the color of her skirt. Her hair was done in a ponytail off the top of her head and made her look more like 16 than her 20 years. She knew that she would be appealing to Frank. They had finished the dinner and the table was cleared. Frank just sat there as the women cleaned the table and set up the coffee cups and desert dishes. Joanne poured the coffee and then sat. Jennifer came and sat down too and then April came out with the cake. It had 18 blue candles on it and one pink one. They sung happy birthday and finished with "Happy Birthday Francine, happy birthday to you". Frank looked at them like something was wrong. He also started to feel funny. When he started to blow out the candles he noticed that the name on the cake was Francine. He looked at his aunt and asked, "What happened? The name on the cake is wrong." "No dear it is right, Frank is 18 today, but it is Francine's date of birth. Today is a very special day for you. We are going to give you a new life, for your birthday." He was just about to protest when he felt even funnier than before. Joanne came over to him, stood in front of him and asked, "Do you think I am sexy?" "Yes very much." "You like to be pleasing for sexy girls, don't you?" "I always try to please the sexy girls." April and Jennifer were keeping quiet. Joanne had explained that the drug she had given him on his supper would not take long to affect him. She had explained that this was something new and in the first stage the patient should only hear the voice of one person or it would be harder. It was a new experimental drug. They had just learned about it in school. In the past hypnotic suggestion would only work with a willing subject, this would put him in an alpha state but he would respond to suggestions no matter what they were. It was not long lasting but it was very powerful. "I like the name Francine, don't you?" "Yes I do, but it is not my name." "But you would not mind if I called you Francine, would you?" Moreover, she looked at him with a hurt puppy dog expression; with her hand she rubbed his chin. "It's a feminine name, it isn't Frank." "Do you think I am feminine?" "Yes." "Do you think I am sexy?" "Yes." "Do you think it is good to be sexy and feminine?" "Yes if you're a girl." "What if I wanted you to be sexy for me?" "I would be sexy for you." "If I found it sexy to be feminine would you be feminine for me?" This question got to him. He had been following the conversation, each question had followed a pattern and it all seemed right. If she was sexy, sexy was feminine and she wanted him to be sexy, then maybe he should be feminine! But... "It's a simple question. Would you be sexy for me? If so then if I found it to be sexy you needed to be feminine, would you be feminine for me?" "I guess so." "No! I don't want a guess, I want you to say, I will be sexy and feminine for you." "I will. I will be sexy and feminine for you." She smiled and then asked, "Francine, you will respond to Francine from now on, won't you?" "Yes. For you I will be Francine." He was getting more confused all the time. "Is the name on the cake correct?" "Yes, I am Francine." Both April and Jennifer smiled. Could it be this easy to get him to respond to his new petticoat punishment? If so, then how would it be punishment? "Now Francine, I want you to blow out your candles and here is the wish I want you to make. Think: I wish I was more feminine to please Joanne, Jennifer and my Aunt April." His mind was in a whirl, but he thought the wish and blew out the candles, at the same time noticing that the frosting was in pink. He was served a piece of cake and he started to eat it. All the women at the table drank their coffee, but did not touch the cake. Joanne had explained that it was also loaded with the new hypnotic drug. By the time he was finished with his cake he would be deep into a state and he would be ready for his further descent into feminization. Joanne was having a great time. She had just studied in class how to use this kind of behavior modification and she wanted to really see first hand jut how far she could go. Frank was a good subject. He had responded to her first attempt so easily. She couldn't wait till he started to open his presents. They got out from the table and went into the living room. Frank now Francine was about to open things he never imagined could be for him. April and Jennifer had looked at each other wondering again just what would happen next. They both were surprised at his first response to Joanne. April stopped Joanne and asked, "He will remember that he is a boy and be humiliated and embarrassed at his new found femininity, won' he?" "Yes, I have just started his programming. First he has to accept femininity, then I will remind him, he is a boy and only a sissy would be feminine." April smiled; she wanted him to be a punished boy in petticoats and not just another transvestite. Joanne had explained when they first discussed this that the initial programming should be just feminizing, to get him to accept it, but then after that little by little he would be brought back to the reality. The reality would be that he is a sissy, that petticoat punishment was for all that he had done in the last few years and that there would be specific things he would learn that would be his punishments, including corporeal punishments in the form of spanking. What had to happen in the beginning thought was he would learn to be submissive because he thought there would be a reward for his actions. He was given a small box. It had little girl things on the paper and a pink ribbon and bow. He opened it and looked at his aunt when he saw what was in it. There was a seven pack of panties in pastel colors with lace trim and the day embroidered on them. "These are a girl's present." He stated. Joanne sat next to him and said, "No they are the underwear that Francine would wear. You have already admitted to being Francine, would you think Francine would wear anything but panties?" "I don't know." "One other thing, you just wished to become more feminine, by getting panties you are. Panties are very feminine. You will look cute in them and all of us will be pleased to see you in them." "Boys don't wear panties." "Feminine boys do. Maybe we should have you try them on and we all can see how they look and if you will be ok in them." Frank was worried. All these things Joanne was saying made since, but they went against his male up bringing. Men do not wear feminine things, but he had just wished to become more feminine and pleasing. "Stand up and take off your pants and your boys underwear." Ordered Joanne. He felt like he had to obey her. He did not know why but this pretty girl was so commanding and yet so sensible that he started to comply. He took off his pants and undies and was standing in front of 3 women with his privates showing and he w embarrassed. His aunt came over and took the Friday panties in hand opened them and said, "Francine, step into your new panties and your new life". He put a hand on his aunt's shoulder and stepped into the offered panties. His aunt pulled them up his legs and smoothed them on him. "You look very sexy, Francine. How do they feel?" Asked Joanne. "Different, they don't feel like my cotton undies." "Here its time to open your next present." Francine opened the next feminine wrapped box and found a corset in it with a few pair of stockings. He looked up. "See your wish to become more feminine is really coming through. Lets out it on you and see how it looks too." Frank did not know what to do. This was not like him at all. First he had agreed to try on the panties, but a corset was so far from what boys wore that even through his drugged mind he wanted to rebel. Joanne came over to him and started to unbutton his shirt. "No, I don't want to wear this, its too girly." As Joanne took off his shirt she said, "Honey, it is all part of getting your wish. You did wish to become more feminine. Part of that is learning how to wear things that girls wear. It's ok for you to wear them. You will look good, you will look sexy and you will feel good. The more you wear feminine things and get your wish the better you will feel." "But I m a boy, I m not a girl, it isn't right. I should not be wearing any stuff like this." Joanne remembered that she was still in the first part of her programming of Francine. "Francine, do you want to please me and your aunt?" "Yes." "You do want to look sexy, don't you?" "Yes." "If you saw me in that corset and those panties would you think I looked sexy." "Yes." "Then wearing pretty things must be sexy. Wearing feminine clothing is sexy. You are getting your wish to be more feminine. When you are feminine and sexy, you not only please me, your aunt, my aunt, but you will start to feel pleasing to your self. You want to be sexy. You want to be feminine. Say it. Tell us again about your wish." "I wish I was more feminine to please Joanne, Jennifer and my Aunt April." "That's it. Think about your wish. Think about how feminine and pleasing you will be when I finish tying your corset." She placed the corset on him and fixed the arms of it on his shoulder, she placed the bra cups on his breasts, then she started to tie the laces. "You will love this when we are done. You will be a little embarrassed. They are after all girls' things. You will be a little humiliated because they make you look like a sissy, but you will love your new look." She tightened the laces till he had a small girlish figure. He was embarrassed; all this attention he was getting from the pretty girl was also turning him on a little. His panties were tented a little to the amazement of both his aunt and her friend. Joanne was not surprised. She had been planting the idea that being feminine was sexy, so the best way he could how that he also thought it was sexy was by getting a hard on. She helped him put on the stockings attaching them to the hanging garters. She made sure that the garters went under his panties touching the skin in these areas. He was feeling a little humiliated as his emotions of being feminized were changing. Am I really a sissy he thought? Boys should not be sissies. Boys should be like men, not women. Even so, he could not help it if his hard on showed through his panties. Joanne looked at April and gives her the look that said the next part of their first evenings plan should start. "Francine, Look at your self." He looked down. His cheeks were burning and reddening. "You are really getting turned on. I did not know that you were really a transvestite. I knew you would look nice and sexy as you become feminine, but you're so sexually charged. Tell us what you are feeling." "I don't know auntie, I should not like this. I don't like this, I feel so funny tonight. I am not a sissy!" "Oh dear, your body is showing all of us that you are wrong. You don't see any of us showing outward signs of being turned on at seeing a boy in sexy lingerie, it is only you." He started to cry. As that happened Joanne brushed her hand against his panties and felt the hard on. It felt so good, even that one stroke and his cock hardened even more, which made the tears flow harder. Joanne looked once more to the sissified boys aunt and saw her nod her head. It was time to cement him to sissy clothing and forever have it in his mind that panties were to be associated with sex and orgasm. "Do you need some relief?" Joanne asked. Francine just looked at her in amazement. What was this girl asking him? Did she mean what he thought she did? No, she could not. He could not help himself from nodding his head yes even through his tears. "Come here dear and sit on my lap and we will open that small box next." He had forgotten that there were several boxes left for him to open. He took the box and when the wrapping was off and he opened the lid there were a few hankies. These were not the kind of hankies his mother had him carry when he went to grammar school before he came to live with his aunt, but feminine hankies. They had floral patterns on them in pretty flowers in sissy pink and other pastel colors, each had a lace trim. "Oh how nice. Do you like your pretty hankies?" "They are so sissy." "Yes and feminine, just the kind for when you get your relief." She took a really feminine one and rubbed it on the front of his panties. He looked in her eyes and he saw something there he did not understand. It was not a sexy look, but one of accomplishment. A look of superiority and a look of contempt, that is what he saw as he felt her hand, through the hankie and panties. He was even more embarrassed when he looked up to see his aunt April and her friend Jennifer smiling at him. "Sissy milking, that is what it is called." His aunt said. At this point his little cock was taken out of his panties and Joanne really started jerking him off. He was startled. He loved to jerk off. He would do it every night. He had even had a girlfriend do it to him a few times, but it was not like this. A girl never started it; he always had to beg for any sexual attention. The other thing is that his aunt never caught him, never wanted her to know that he was sexually active in any since of the word. "See how good it feels to be a sissy. I know that you like what Joanne is doing to you. If you feel like you need to spew out your cr?me the hankie is ready, but I really think it's not time yet there is so much more to see of your presents. Cane you wait till you see how really feminine we are going to make you. I promise that Joanne will make you cream before the evening is through." "What else do you have in mind, auntie? I feel like such a sissy now." Joanne was still rubbing his sissy cock with the hankie but she was doing it softer, just enough to keep him sexually stimulated but not enough to make him cum. "Dear, we have started you on a road to petticoat punishment. You have been very naughty for the last 3 years and its time that the women in your life took over. Until tonight I was the only woman in your life, but from now on you will have to answer not only to me, but also to Joanne of course and Jennifer. You will be expected to answer for you're past deeds and to keep on the strait and narrow from now on. Tonight I have told you that we will all see your sissy cream, but first you must have the punishment for being such a bully to smaller boys and especially the girls. I have heard from your teachers and other women in the neighborhood. You have harassed girls and now it is your turn to be harassed." His aunt stood him up, lowered his panties down to his knees and laid him across her lap. She started to spank him with her hand. She hit his ass for a few minutes until it started to glow a little pink. "Jennifer, are you ready?" Francine saw that his aunt's friend had hairbrush in her hand. She came over to the sissified boy and started to lay 20 on each cheek. Francine was really crying now. He had never been spanked in his life before, but these formidable women were having their way with his ass and it hurt. Now he saw Joanne walking over to him and she had a strap in her hand. "It is called petticoat punishment because it should be a discipline. Lots of boys are sissies and like their feminine clothing and I m sure you will learn to love them, but you are in need of this. I am going to give you 10 of the best." Moreover, she did. The strap could be heard whooshing thought he air before it cracked on his already warmed ass. Each time it landed it raised another welt. The tears flowed down his face as he cried out with each blow. When she was done his aunt had him stand next to her. Joanne and Jennifer looked on as his aunt said, "Now jerk off for us. Show us how you play with your self in bed when you think I m asleep. Show us what a sissy jerk off you are. Do it now or your spanking will start all over again?" Totally humiliated and still in pain from the spanking ht took his little cock in hand and started to stroke it. Even through his pain and suffering his cock was hard. It felt good as he worked it in his hand. He could hear all of the women laughing at him. They were calling him names like sissy and jerk off, but through his embarrassment he wanted to cum. He wanted the feelings in his cock to never end although as always it did. He spewed his cream right into the sissy hankie. His legs wanted to give out as he finished and all that just happened to him left him exhausted. "Well dear, you have had quite an ordeal, so I think you had better go to bed now and we will start fresh in the morning." They took him up stairs and let him to the guest room. When the door opened and the light was turned on he saw that it had been done over. It was now like a little girl's room with pink walls and white trim. The bedspread was a little girl's lace. His aunt turned down the cover showing pink sheets. She took a pair of handcuffs and attached them to his wrists and lay him down in the bed. "This is your new room. You will be spending a lot of time here now. In addition, from now on, you will not be allowed to just jerk off when you want. From now on, the women will supervise you in your life." Each of them came over and kissed him on the cheek, but Joanne also kissed him on the lips, smiled and left. As he lay there he wondered just what was happening to him. He had plans to spend his birthday with his friend after his dinner instead he was now in his bed at 8 p.m. and he was in a sissy nightgown he was handcuffs. In addition, he was put to bed a spanked jerk off sissy. His life was changing and he did not know what to make of it. He did like the part where the pretty Joanne paid attention to him, but having his neighbor and his aunt watch as he touched himself, it was humiliating. The clothing did feel good, but the spanking did not. It hurt; in fact his rump still felt the sting. What would tomorrow bring? It would bring on more humiliation and feminization. He was awoken by his mother and told to go and shower. While he was in there he heard the door open. His mother came to the shower, opened the stall door and handed him a razor and shaving cream. "I want you to shave off all your hair from the neck down. I don't want to see any hair on you. You will get a hit from the strap for each one I find." He worked hard to keep his body clean of hair. He did not like the spanking he got last night and did not want a repeat today. He did not really know yet that spankings were to become a daily part of his life. When he finished he called his mother and she inspected him. "I have found 5 places where I have to shave you and you can expect to be punished for them later." She handed him a bra. "Get used to the idea that you will be wearing female clothing for a long time to come. You need to learn how to get dressed. Take the bra, clasp it together in front of you and then put your arms in it." He felt foolish putting on such a feminine garment especially because he did not have breasts. He found out that from now on he would. His mother took out a pair of silicone breast forms and placed them in the cups of his bra. "For now you will have these small tits, but if you give me or any woman a problem, you will see how fast we deal with it." He was handed a pair of pink panties they had pink lace trim. He was embarrasses but drew them up his legs. "You will have a lot to learn now that you are going to be a girl for a while." "Mom, Why? Why do I have to become a girl?" "You have not been a good boy. You have not been good to the women around you; the friends you keep are not the kind I would want. No matter what I asked you to do, you gave me a hard time. I have learned that feminized boys learn discipline very quickly. A boy in skirts is not ready to question everything. A boy in skirts is much easier to spank. Its high time you learn that it not always about what you want but how you live with other. In this case, me. You have not given me any respect for a long time now and it is time you learn. I felt that if you don't learn now, you might never." "But, in girl's clothing? I am not a girl." "You may not be a girl, yet, but you will learn how to be one. You will still be male. I might even let you keep on being a male through out your life, I haven't made that decision yet, but you will learn how to be a girl. Girls don't have fights all the time and girls have respect. Petticoat punishment has been used for yeas to take bad boys and turn them into sweet girls. This is how you will live. You will live as a girl and you will like it. Actually you will respond as if you like it, but we all want you to know that you are a boy. It will be much more humiliating for you to live a girl and know that you are just a sissy boy." He handed him a small bottle of nail polish. "Today you are going to start to learn things that little girls learn at the age of 11 or 12. You will be using colors and clothing of a girl that age. If you do well, I might let you start to dress like a young teen, but you have to prove your self. Now I want you to paint your toe and hands. I know you should be able to do this because I have seen your model cars and planes. Toenails and fingernails need the same care." He leaned over. He did not mind doing the things she said. He did not know that the effects of the drug were till with him. While he did not mind, he was still embarrassed at doing these sissy things. It was all confusing. He worked hard at keeping the pink color with in the lines of his nails. He saw his panties as he worked. They were pretty and if they were on a girl he was dating he was sure they would turn him on. What was he thinking? His panties would turn a boy on! He was just finishing the topcoat in clear when he heard the doorbell ring. In walked Joanne. She had what looked like a cosmetic suitcase in her hand. "Hi Francine, how are you today?" "Good Morning Joanne." He said. "I'm here to do your hair. Girls love to have their hair done." His aunt came into the room with some frilly stuff in her arms and he knew that he was in for more of the sissy treatment at their hands. She pulled out a pale pink camisole and put it over his head. It showed his new breast off. She had him step into a matching half-slip. Then she took a few petticoats and put them on him making his upper legs hidden in a lot of fluffy lace and crinoline. He looked like a perfect sissy sitting there. Joanne had set up at the vanity and Francine saw that she had all the things out that one might find at a hair salon. He knew that he was in for more sissy treatment. He did not know how much more of this he could take. He liked the feel of the things he had on and they did make him look like cute a girl, but he was not a girl. He was a boy. An 18- year-old boy who just wanted to be out with his friends and not here acting like a Barbie doll that his aunt and her friends could dress and play with. Joanne took him to the sink and washed his hair. She used a very feminine smelling shampoo and then did a rinse in perfumed conditioners. When she was done she took a fluffy towel and put it on his wet hair. She sat him down at the vanity and he saw his aunt and her friend Jennifer walking down the hall. "It's time for your first perm. I'm not going to give you tight curls today, I want you to have some real body though and maybe some upsweep at the ends. Your hair is just nice for this style. I'm sure when you let it grow as long as you have, you never thought you would be getting it done like this." She said with a smile in her voice. He just sat there and did not say anything. He liked his hair long. While it was not really in style these days, He did like it long. He saw Joanne start to separate his hair into sections and as she took the first roller and put it in his hair both April and Jennifer started to laugh and walk away. He was embarrassed again. It took almost 45 minuets for Joanne to fully roll his hair. She then put a bad smelling lotion on his hair. She then put some cotton around his face and a plastic bag on his head. She took a white scarf with pink roses and a pink border on it, folded it into a triangle and put it over the bag on his head and tied it at the nape of his neck. "That will hold it all in till the setting lotion does its work. Now lets start on your make up. Even though your lingerie and dress for today is a little girl's, your new sissy make up will be for a girl more of your own age. Lets start with your eyes. Watch and learn, most girls would have learned this in their early teens." She started to put mascara on his lashes. She made them look longer and fuller. She then worked a soft pink color onto his eyelids. When they were all pink, she took a darker pink and did the lower part, then took a light purple and did the upper. By the time he was done with both of his eyelids he started to have a much more feminine look about his face; she was not even started on him yet. She plucked out some of his eyebrows. She made a really feminine curve/arch. She then took eyeliner and outlined his eyes. The timer went off for his perm. She took him back to the sink and washed out the lotion. When they returned to the vanity she rolled a part of his hair in really large rollers and then put the scarf back on him. He could not believe all the time she was spending making him look more feminine than he could imagine. Now she really started in on his face. She put on a liquid foundation all over his face and down his neck blending it in. She took a brush and worked a powder on the foundation loosing all the shiny parts. She added a blusher and then she took a lip liner and drew it around his lips. She then filled it in with a pink lipstick that matched his nails. She went and got his dress. It was a short pink party dress; the kind preteen girls would wear to an all girl dress party. It had off white lace trim. The skirt flared out on his petticoats and when he got a look in the mirror he was very ashamed. He was embarrassed to know that he could look like such a girl and it wasn't quite finished yet. Joanne took the scarf off his head and took out the rollers. She combed his hair out and he now had bangs and a little poof at the top of his head. Like she had said, the ends of his hair from around 3 inches out curled up. Joanne took the scarf, rolled it up and put it into his hair as a headband, separating his bangs from the rest of his hair. She tied it so the ends would show at the side of his head. She took him to a full-length mirror and he knelt and put his shoes on. They were not little girl's shoes, but black pumps with a 3-inch heel. He looked at himself. He was in disbelief. He was a girl. At least he really looked like one. He thought he was kind of cute and sexy in a girlish way. He did not like thinking that way. I am a boy, he thought. I am not a sissy girl. I look like a girl, but I am not. Why are they doing this to me? Joanne for her part loved what she saw. She always wanted to make a real sissy. A part of her studies had to do with behavior modification. Here she was having a real time experiment and it was going well so far. She knew that April and Auntie Jen had an idea of what petticoat punishment was, but Joanne wanted it to go much further than either of them expressed. The reason she did not make him up as a little girl was to make him feel sexy, she knew that sex would have a big part in the coming months, but the kind that no one except for her knew. As a matter of fact, it was time to play at his sexuality right now. She stood in back of Francine and placed her hands on the new sissies shoulder. "Do you like the way you look?" "I think I really do look like a girl, but I am a boy." Was his answer? "But that doesn't really answer my question, which was 'do you like it?'" "I think if I was another boy looking at me it would be a cute look, sexy even, but I am a boy." "Francine, you are now a sissy. Yes you are still a male, but not a boy. Boys don't wear dresses, makeup and lingerie. You are changing and I am going to see that the change is for the better." She moved her hands down to his breasts. She played with them and found herself getting a little turned on. Not the way a woman responds to a man, but as a dominant female reacts to her sissy. He found himself getting hard. He liked the way this pretty girl was handling him. He felt her hands moving down to his skirt. The panties he was wearing felt nice on his growing cock. She lifted his skirt, petticoats and slip. "Look, you are hot in your panties. I can see that your prick loves this kind of treatment. I want you to take it in your hand and stroke it for me." As embarrassed as he was he did. He took it out of his panties and started to jerk off. She smiled as she saw him in the mirror. She let it go on for a little bit until he was really hard and breathing heavy. "That's enough. Stop playing with your self, its time to show your aunt and mine just how their new sissy looks." A frustrated as it made him feel he stopped jerking off. She lowered his sissy things and took him by the hand and they went into the living room. His aunt looked up and smiled. She never in her wildest imagination thought he might look like this. He looked so sweet in his dress and even sexy the way his hair and makeup looked. "Oh, honey, you look wonderful. I want you to look as good as you do now, forever." Jennifer went over to him and stroked his hair, felt the pretty scarf in it and kissed him on the cheek. "Francine, you should have been born a girl. I'm so glad we decided to make you into a sissy. It is really the way you should be." He blushed. In his mind he still thought NO! I am a boy. However, it could not be denied he made a nice looking sissy. Joanne took an apron from the chair where he left it before. She put the lacy bib over his head, tied the strings of lace to make his pinafore apron nice and tight. "Francine, you have some chores to do before we go shopping for some things for you." "No, I'm not going shopping like this! I'm not going anywhere like this." Joanne was ready for this outburst. She had a needle reedy with the compound from school. It was time to give him a shot of his behavior modification serum. She took the cotton ball already wet with alcohol, rubbed it on his arm and gave him the shot before he really knew what was happening. She waited a few minuets and saw in his eyes that a change was taking place. "Francine, You do not have the will to fight any suggestions that I, your aunt or my aunt gives you. You may not like them; in fact I want you to always remember that while you are a sissy to the dominant women who are training you, you are a humiliated man. You are not a woman, but a sissy. Men or boys are not supposed to wear feminine clothing and any that do are sissies. Being a sissy is as embarrassing and humiliating as anything you have ever known. Your embarrassment and humiliation is a sexual turn on. The more embarrassed you are the harder your little sissy cock will be." She once again lifted his skirts to show his aunt and hers that he was hard in his panties. They laughed at his state and as he blushed he got hard. "Now go and do the dishes, sweep and mop the kitchen floor and then come back." When he left the room, Joanne explained to the women there that she had to keep up his indoctrination to his newfound sissy hood at a pace that would overwhelm him. By using this kind of aversive therapy and sexual conditioning, he would come around easier. They could see for themselves that he was excited to be in his panties, now he had to use the drug and the power of subjection to convince him that this is the way he should be. She would see him everyday, even if it were only for a little while to keep his conditioning up. She told them that any thing that they thought of that would cement in his mind that he was now a sissy, they should do. Any feminine task, at least what used to be thought of, as woman's work should be given to him to do? Later in the day when they went to the woman' clothing store, Joanne would keep up the pressure. She wanted them to think of a place to go for Sunday dinner with their new girl. Aunt April went to the kitchen door and looked in at her new niece. She saw that the dishes were already done and he was working with the broom. She was so pleased, she could never get him to help her around the house and now she had her own sissy maid. She felt a little tingle in her woman hood. Could it be true, could this sissy of a boy be turning her on? No, no way. "Aunt Jen, April, I bought something last night for him." She held out a cute purse. It had a leather strap that would go over the shoulder and it was not large, as a woman's, but more like a small girl would use. She took out a girl's wallet. It was long and had a change purse attached. She also took out a clear makeup bag. "I put in some things to get him started." She smiled. "Thank you so much, Joanne, I really don't know if I could do this with out you." Joanne took a long very feminine scarf, with a pretty floral pattern in pastel colors and tied it to the strap of the purse. "I think this will be a nice touch too." Francine came back into the living room and said that she was finished in the kitchen. Joanne handed him his new purse and he thanked her. He then thought, a purse, that's a girl's thing, he blushed and then felt himself in his panties. The talk he got from Joanne before was working. He was embarrassed and that led to him getting a little turned on again. Joanne took him to her car and sat him in the back, fixed the seat belt and got in and drove to Bardwell's. It was an upscale department store. She had done some shopping here for her self and knew that she could find some really feminine clothing for her new sissy. They walked to the teen section. "Francine, I want to get you some things more for a girl of your age. You never know when you might have a date and you will want to wear something sexy for him." Him! What was Joanne saying? Him! No way, he was never going to date a boy. He liked girls: he loved girls. He might be becoming a sissy, but he would never become gay! She could see the torment on his face and smiled. She could not wait till she really had him on a date. She actually knew the boy she wanted to set him up with. The boy was in her class and he was something of a nerd and could never seem to get dates with the other girls or women at her school. They went into the skirt section and she found a nice plaid pleated schoolgirl type of skirt for him. She knew what sizes he wore from the day before when she had seen him naked before his shave. She held it up to him and he blushed. It seemed to him that he was doing a lot of blushing today. He was very self-conscious of being dressed in his sissy clothing here in the store. He hoped that he would not run into any of his friends. He then thought that they never shopped here. They took the skirt and found a blouse to go with it. She took him into the changing room and once again he started to feel the humiliation of his sassiness'. She opened the buttons on the back of his dress and took it off. She had him step into his new skirt and it fit him perfectly. He put on the blouse and he now started to look the part. She took the dress in her arm and they went to the counter to pay for it. She told the woman behind the counter that her friend was going to wear his new skirt and blouse. At that the woman looked a little closer at the girl and laughed. "He is a boy, a very cute little sissy boy. Although I don't think his headband goes with that skirt." "Your right, I think we will have to get him a new one." Joanne paid for his new skirt and blouse and the woman came from behind the counter and clipped off his tags. They left and went to the lingerie department. They went right up to the counter where an elderly woman was working. "I need to get some bras and panties for my friend here. He has never bought a bra fro himself before." Francine wanted to fall into a hole in the floor and never get out. This was the second time in only a little while that Joanne had let a stranger know that he was a boy in a skirt. He had hoped that his secret could be kept as he really did look like a girl, but no, Joanne had to embarrass him at every step. "I think we will have lots of nice things for him." She said. "Do you have any thing in mind?" "Yes, he will need a set in black, red and white and also some pretty feminine colors and patterns." The woman came out, measured him and said he needed a 34 b. She showed off some lace-cupped bras. Joanne asked Francine to pick out a few. He did not know the first thing about girl's lingerie. He wondered how he would select. Then one actually caught his eye. It had lace on the cups and a border of small lace trim going around the cups and up the straps. He took it in his hand and gave it to Joanne. "This one looks pretty." He said. Joanne smiled at his selection. It was a really girly bra, just the kind a sissy should wear. The picked out a few more and he had so many he wondered if he would ever be in boys clothing again. They got some matching panties all with lace on them. They picked out some matching panties, a few camisoles and slips. They left the lingerie section and walked over to the scarf counter. "Francine, you are going to pick out a new scarf to wear today. You have to think of the plaid pattern on your skit and the color of it. I think you can do alright." Francine started to look at the scarves. They were so pretty and nice but few had any of the colors in her skirt. Just then a woman from behind the counter came over to where they were standing. "Hello, my name is Diane, is there anything I can help you with?" Ms. Diane Watson looked at her new customers. Something about the younger one struck her eye. She knew. "I have had a lot of sissy boys come here recently to boy themselves a scarf, I'm pleased to see you here today." He turned three shades of red. Here a woman he had never met, just looked at him and knew that he was not a girl, but a sissy. "He is looking for a scarf to wear this afternoon, we jus got him that new skirt." "I have just the thing." She came back with a scarf that had a field color that exactly matched the skirt, in forest green; it had gold tassels and rope on it. Francine looked at the scarf. It was not as sissy as the one she had on, but it was truly feminine. "Yes, Francine said, that will do just fine." Diane came from behind the counter and untied the pink scarf from his hair. She took the one in her hand and folded it into a triangle and placed it on his head, tied it under his chin and placed the mirror in front of him. He looked at his face with the kerchief. It formed a silken shroud around his feminized face; it looked like the face of a girl he would date. It scared him. He knew that this very pretty sexy girl that had brought him here for all this humiliation was forcing him into the role of a sissy, but in some ways it was a turn on too. He liked the way he looked. While he was admiring himself in the mirror, Joanne was looking at another scarf that was hanging there. "I think I'll take that one for my self." She said to Diane. As Diane wrapped it she started to say, "Since I first met my sissy right here at this scarf counter, my business has gone up quite a bit. I have seen several other sissies come here to buy a pretty scarf and the women who come in with them also get one, just like you." "Are there really many sissies?" "Yes, I have seen at least 5 here in just the last year, including Bobbie, my little sweetheart." "Someday I should look into that and maybe get to see some of them together, that would be fun." "My friend and I have had out sissies play with each other it is quite sexy to watch them." "I'll bet. I haven't had Francine do any thing like that, we just put him in panties yesterday." "And he looks so sweet already. Well you come round here anytime you want, some of my best customers are sissies and the people who own them." "Thank you, we'll do that. Come on Francine, you can wear your kerchief for the rest of our time out." He blushed, picked up a bunch of the packages, made sure his purse was nice on his shoulder, scarf and all and followed Joanne. She did not lead him to the door, but out into the mall. Uh oh, he thought, out here he just might see someone he knew. Joanne had also thought about this. It was one of the things she was counting on. Nevertheless, no matter, just to have him out in public dressed as feminine as he was would be good for him. Not in his mind though. He felt embarrassed to be dressed as a girl in public and because of his programming this morning; he was also filling his panties with a hard cock. In a way he was glad his petticoats kept him hidden. Of course, he was the only girl wearing such a feminine set of under things and he was getting looks, not only from women and girls, but some of the men and boys. He was scared. She really did not need anything else from the mall, but she walked him to the other end. She told him that it was too much to carry all the way back to the car and had him sit on a bench to wait for her to bring the car around. He did not like being left lone. It was not only his first time in public dressed like a girl, but this would be his very first time all lone as a sissy. As he sat there and waited, once again he got many looks from everyone that walked by. A young man stopped and asked, "Are you all alone here?" "I'm waiting for a friend to pick me up so I can put all out things in the trunk." "What's your name?" Francine was getting nervous. He had never talked to a man who seemed to be trying to pick him up. He just wanted to keep this guy from seeing he was a boy. "Hello, my name is Francine." "That's a pretty name for a pretty girl." Francine looked all over for Joanne to drive up and save him. Joanne had seen the man walk up and parked just so she could see them. "I don't see your friend, maybe I could give you a ride." "Oh no, she'll be coming any second. I have to wait here. Good bye." Hoping that this would dismiss the man, Finally Joanne pulled up and they put the things in the trunk. "Joanne, Please do not leave me like that again. I am afraid to meet people like this." 'Honey, you will just have to get used to it. All the pretty girls get hit on. Looking as sexy as you do, I'm sure a lot of men and boys will be hitting on you." 'I will never date a man." He said with finality in his sissy voice. They drove the rest of the way to Francine's house in silence. When they got there they took all the things into the living room to play at "show n' tell". For the next hour Francine had to show all his new feminine things to Aunty April and her friend Jennifer. Finally they were through. "Francine, you have a discipline to get this evening." "What do you mean?" 'In the car, you raised your voice to me when we were talking about how you look and how men might try to pick you up. You are not to raise your voice, to me, your aunt, or mine. Take off your petticoats and half skip." He did so. "Now get me a dining room chair and put it here in the middle of the room." As he went for the chair, her aunt Jen asked, "What is going to happen now?" "He is going to get a spanking, it is going to last till his mascara runs from the tears." Joanne sat down on the chair and said, "Francine lay down on my lap". Francine did so with a fear. When he was across Joanne's lap he felt his skirt being raised and his panties lowered. Then he felt the first slap. It was followed by a lot of them each falling on one cheek or the other. It did not take long before he was really feeling the slaps and there wee really starting to sting. Joanne asked April to go and get the hairbrush from the vanity that she had used on the sissy's hair this morning. He really started to get scared when he heard that. April came back and then Joanne started to use the brush on the already reddened ass. Francine started to cry. He tried to stop the spanking with his arm, but the strong woman that had him in her lap kept it away and the blows from the brush kept raining down. After a bit, she finally stopped. She pushed the sissy off her lap and all the women watched a Francine just wept and rubbed his sore ass. "Is the little sissy crying? Is she such a little girl that she can't take it?" He was humiliated and it started to show. He still had his panties down around his knees and the more embarrassed he became the harder his cock became. "Show us how embraced you are, play with your little pee pee." He looked at her. He still had tears coming from his eyes, his cock was getting harder and now she wanted him to jerk off, yet again and in front of his aunt and hers. "Do it sissy, or the spanking you just got will seem light." The threat was enough and he started to play with him self. The more he rubbed his cock the more humiliated he was and the harder his cock got. It was a circle that he could not complete. He felt himself getting ready to cum. Just as he was about to spurt, he saw Joanne place a glass in front of his cock. His embarrassment complete, he shot his jizz and it landed in the glass. He felt spent. "Now little sissy, you really are not going to like this, but if you refuse, your discipline will just be starting and not finishing. Drink the cum from the glass, because from now on, you will drink everything you ejaculate." He looked at her, saw the determination on her face and brought the glass to his lips. He turned the glass up and his cum came slowly towards his lips. He tasted his cum for the very first time. Gagging he drank it. "Good little girl, now go and get ready for bed. Wash your face of all your makeup and brush out your hair, put on your nightgown and call me." He left the room his pantied still down to his knees. "Was all of that really necessary?" Asked April. "Oh yes. He now knows that he is under discipline and he will obey much easier. One must make a threat and keep to it. He has had his first real spanking and it finished with him having an orgasm, ying and yang. Moreover, the last part, I just wanted to humiliate him even more. Things are going well." He called her to his room and she put him in rollers and a scarf for the night. She turned off the light and left. He had many dreams that night, most were about submitting to hiss woman and some had him thinking about the man who tried to pick him up. He woke up the next morning and went to the vanity. He tried to put on his makeup brush his hair and tie a scarf in it. He came down to the kitchen still in his nightgown and robe. His aunt was sitting there reading the Sunday paper. She looked up and smiled at him. "You have tired to make your self presentable. You need some practice with your makeup. You look like a boy who got into Mommy's things." "It is so much to learn, don't you think I 'v learned my lesson?" "You are just starting to learn. There are so many things you are going to experience for a long time to come. I have spent too much time asking you to help. Asking you to keep better friends. You have gotten into to much trouble. In the last 2 days look at how things have gone. You are presentable, you have helped around here and you have gone shopping and had lots of fun with Joanne. Last night you really found about what discipline is like. Moreover, I like you just the way you are right now. You make a nice sissy. I like having you in skirts. Things are going to be much better around here from now on. I want you to remember, Joanne is not the only one who will spank you. I will. I want you to see something." She went to her room, returned and placed a twase on the table. "This will be what I discipline you with. I am sure that this will hurt much more than the hairbrush." He sat there kind of gloomy. He kind of liked his new sissy clothing. He did like getting off sexually in front of Joanne, although not with his aunt and Jen there. In the back of his mind though was always that reminder that he should not like being a sissy, no matter how god it might seem. "Lets go up to the vanity and practice your makeup." His aunt said taking him by the hand. When the reached his room, she had him change into a pleasant skirt and blouse. He had on normal girl's lingerie this time with just a bra, panties, garter belt, camisole and half-slip. She had him wash his face, she tied his hair back with a scarf and showed him how to apply his foundation and had him wash it off and try himself. After a few times he got it right and his aunt started on his eye makeup, he would learn. They spent most of the morning there with him doing more each time she had him wash his face. Finally his results were like a young teen girl would do and his aunt let him up to go and make lunch. After lunch his aunt had him put on his pinafore and do the dishes. Francine then was put to doing some wash, vacuuming the living room and making the beds. It was a full afternoon of "woman's work". Francine went back to his room tired and lay on the bed for a nap. His aunt walked by his room and saw him, while she felt a little sorry for the tired sissy, it was time to learn another lesson. She called Jennifer, who came strait over to watch and help if April needed any. They entered the room and April shook Francine awake. "Honey, did you get permission to take a break?" His aunt asked sweetly. "No, aunty, I did not", He said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "A girl never rubs her eyes, as he will smear her makeup." "Dear, you are going to have to learn that you must now get permission to do things that you want. I had more chores for you to do, but now that time has gone away to your laziness. You will have to be punished." "I did not know that I had to ask permission, please, aunt April, I will do so in the future, please don't spank me." "Its high time you learn my sweet sissy, that begging not to be punished only will get you more. Jen, do you have the scarves?" "Yes, April, I have 4 long oblong scarves all rolled up." April took one scarf at a time and tied her sissy to the bed. Each wrist was tied to the bedpost at his head and the same thing happened to his ankles at the foot. His aunt raised his skirt and slip, she lowered his panties. "Dear, you are going to get 10 of my best and then 5 from Jennifer, for making her come over here this afternoon." With that his aunt started. The twase flew through the air and landed across both cheeks of his ass. A second later he let out a scream as the heat and pain of the twase exploded on his rear. Smack and crack they came down until all 10 had landed. He was in tears. His ass was all striped in red. Jennifer took a belt from the door. "I have something just a little different for you to feel, sissy. I have waited a long time to try this, ever since I saw my mother do it to my brother." Crack! The belt left a cutting sting, different from the wide twase. Crack again it cam till all five had hit his ass. "Now sissy, if you want to nap, it will be an hour till dinner time, you can just lay there and sleep.' "Jennifer, I haven't been so turned on in so long. It just excites me to turn him into a real sissy, discipline him and all." "April, m dear, the fun is just starting. I am turned on too." She went to her friend and gave her a hug. Then she surprised her friend by giving her kiss on the lips. "Just want to make love and get off right now." Jen said to April. April was responding to this seduction and then kissed her friend back. She had not really had a girl-girl relationship before and the idea made her feel real sexy. She took her friend's hand and led her to her bedroom. There they lay down and got each other off in a very special way. Joanne came over and she was sent up to wake up the sissy. She smiled as she entered his room and saw that he was tied and spanked. She woke him; he was humiliated once again to b seen by her. She untied the scarves from him, pulled up his panties and said, "Now you are really starting to see that all women re superior to a sissy." They went into the kitchen and he started the dinner. In the living room the women compared notes. Joanne did not know of the new relationship that her aunt and the sissies' owner had yet. "WE have to discuss just how far do we want to go with him. Right now women are disciplining him and we have used masturbation on him. How much further do you want to go, April"? Asked Joanne. "What do you mean, sweetie?" "Well there is using him as a sexual slave, sissies are really good at pleasing their mistress orally, but if one wants to really tear down all of his former masculinity, then we should really have him please a man." "Do you think we could do such a thing?" April asked as she looked toward her new lover, her mind in amazement. "Of course, it starts with pleasing us orally, then we introduce a strap on dildo, when he has some skills, we invite a man to get his cock sucked." Once gain April had a tingling down there. The thought of her feminized nephew on his sissy knees taking a cock in her mouth was a vision of kinky fun. He called then into the dining room where he served them dinner. He had to eat in the kitchen. He came and took the dishes away after they were done and served them coffee. While they discussed the next move he was in the kitchen doing all the things his aunt only last week had done for him. He was in a sissy misery. As he finally finished all of his after dinner duties he was brought once again to the vanity. Jennifer had him put his hair in rollers and a scarf and then do his makeup over again. She had him do it in dark sexy colors. She wanted him to look a little sluttish tonight. When his makeup was done he was led to his new bed where Joanne was sitting. "Francine, for all the times you were bad to girls and women, we think its time for you to learn to give pleasure to one. You are going to please Joanne for us and we will be instructing you in how to do it. I have my strap and your aunt has hers too. When you do right you will like it, but as you need to be instructed, you will have something to remind you that you always must be very good at what you do." He was led over to the very cute young woman who had started him on his way to feminization. His aunt lifted her skirt to show the pretty panties she was wearing. "Kiss her panties and show respect to all women." He did so. Then his aunt lowered her panties, left them on her ankle and pushed his head near the virginal place he was to learn to please. "A woman has a pussy. There are many places that you will use to please her. For now I want you to lick and suck on her outer lips." He was hard already. He had never seen any of his girlfriend's pussies up close. This one looked beautiful. He could not believe his excitement at the idea that he was going to touch it. He was even more excited at the idea that he would use his mouth on it. He leaned in and felt the velvety skin on his tongue as he licked. He could smell her femininity. It was a sent that would drive him wild. He licked a bit more and felt her respond to his touch. He felt his aunt take his hands, place them behind his back and tie them off with a scarf. "You need to learn that the only part of your body that can touch a women there is your mouth, lips and tongue. Now harden your tongue and lick her deeper. I want you to lick her inside her pussy." He did so. He could taste her now. He could feel the wetness of her pussy. Joanne was hot. She loved to have her pussy eaten. Mot of the boys she dated would not go down on a woman, the few that did would not spend a lot of time there. This sissy was though. She opened her legs wider to give him better access. Her pussy was starting to get very wet. His aunt opened the petals of her cunt and pointed to Joanne's clit. "When you suck on this you must be very genital." As he kissed it for the very first time he felt a smack across his pantied ass. "Remember, to be nice to her clit." Jennifer said. He took it in his lips and sucked on it lightly. It felt like a tiny hard cock, not that he really knew that yet. He worked it for a while to the satisfaction of not only Joanne that was feeling the pleasure he was giving her, but both of the other women were excited at seeing him do it. Each of them remembering how it felt just a little while ago when they did this for each other. Joanne placed a leg on each side of the scarfed head. She was really enjoying her self. She thought; this is the kind of man I have to marry, one who would lick her to her hearts content. She was getting ready to cum herself. She let herself go and got into her pussy and the wonderful feelings she was getting. He worked his tongue deep into her and he had her orgasm. She shot her light feminine cum onto his tongue. She worked her pussy on his face and lost her self in her orgasm. Joanne kissed him on his pussy-juiced lips. He was amazed that she would do this. He saw Jennifer lowering her panties too. Jennifer sat where Joanne had just been and she said, "I hope you learned good, because you will be disciplined for your mistakes". He started to lick her outer lips and felt the strap on his as again. "You forgot to kiss it first, sissy." As he worked on her he felt the lash hit him 5 more times, each time getting a reminder of what he was doing wrong. Jennifer was feeling the same wonderful feelings her niece had just had. Having her pussy sucked for the second time in one day was great. It did not take long and she too had her orgasm. They took their leave just as April sat down on the bed, each woman kissed April and wished her a good time too. "Dear, you are learning the best thing a sissy can do for his mistress. You will be doing this quite a bit from now on. This is the first time you are doing your aunt and mistress. You must do it right the very first time now or your spanking will be very hard." He kissed her and for the next hour brought his aunt to orgasm after orgasm. His aunt took off his clothes, washed his face, put him into a night gown, tied his wrists behind him again, placed him in bed and gave him a good night kiss. "Darling, you did very good for a first time. I am sending you to bed with out relief tonight so you can think about all you have done. Good night sweetie." She turned off the lights and closed the door. He lay there with a raging hard on. He had eaten 3 pussies tonight and he was very excited. He lay there remembering how they all felt different and tasted different and finally how they responded to his ministrations. His cock would not let him sleep for a long time and he tossed and turned, feeling the rollers in his hair. Once again he wondered, what would come next? Over the next few weeks he got better at pleasing the women who dominated him. Joanne started to introduce him to dildo training. She first had him kiss it and then learn how to give the dildo oral pleasure. She called it her cock. She wanted him to really love her cock. When he did well, she would let him jerk off with it in his mouth, when he didn't he got the belt. At the same time she started his anal abuse. She would take a latex glove, put it on, lube it and then work a finger, then 2 up his ass as he masturbated. She wanted him to associate orgasms to anal penetration. Overall, he was becoming a really good sissy. His dress and makeup was going along fine. He now thought of his clothing, not as something he had to do for the women, but for himself. He really started to like it. All the frilly nice feeling things, were working into his mind. The only real problem was that he still felt that he was a man and should not like it. He did not know that it was s