Dear reader, this is my first effort at fiction, but after enjoying so
many writers' efforts for years I felt I should try to give something
back to the wonderful people who write and publish these marvelous
stories. This is a story of a sissy by a sissy for sissies - and
hopefully a few cute admirers as well.
Book I - Awakening, in five chapters, deals with a 48 hour period where
our heroine realizes and actuates her sissy-self. If it is well
received, I plan on writing several sequels relating Dani's, and her
kinky little band's, future exploits.
It is rated X, and deservedly so, as there is graphic sex and
references to all sorts of other wonderfully kinky things. Please be of
appropriate age or be gone! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed
writing it! Either way, please do let me know.
DANI'S STORY
BOOK I - AWAKENING
CHAPTER I - THE FIRST EVENING
By sissystevie (c)
I suppose it was always meant to be. I always knew that I was sissy.
Plain and simple, just a sissy! It just took the proper push.
Over the years many fellow students made fun of me for being a little
too "pretty" with a nearly hairless slim girlish body, longish blond
hair and bright blue eyes. My puffy little nipples were conflicting
sources of public embarrassment and secret pleasure. My peenie simply
refuse to grow when other boys started developing real penises.
A group once pinned me down and masturbated my tiny little peenie to
demonstrate what a sissy I was - an act of abasing humiliation and
abuse that strangely continued to excite me for unknown reasons.
Early during my senior year I had a crush on another boy at school. He
was a total jock but loved having his body rubbed. He would even, on
occasion, give me a nice back rub. Lord knows I had to remain either
seated or on my stomach as when we touched my little peenie would go
berserk, even to the point of leaking!
For years I had been fixated with my mother's beautiful clothes,
especially her lingerie. I even had a treasured little collection of
soft, silky items that I had managed to "collect," mostly from Mummy,
over the years and relished wearing them whenever I had the chance. And
I thought Mummy had no idea!
The "push" came during my senior year spring break from boarding
school. We traveled to Puerto Rico with my mother and stepfather, both
avid golfers. I had just turned eighteen, but still had my young girlie
looks. I really wasn't entirely sure why I was brought along as I did
not even like golf, let alone play it, but went along thinking that I
might have some special free time to myself.
After arriving and unpacking, Mummy announced that we all were going
out to a supper club with an old friend of theirs, a wealthy English
ex-patriot named Sir John Strong.
Interestingly, she suggested that I wear a pair of lightweight tropical
silk-linen white slacks that she had earlier insisted I pack. However,
when I struggled into the slacks as they appeared to be much tighter
than when I last worn them. Could I have grown that much? There also
was a seemingly curious flare at my feet. I did manage to get them on
and zipped up. As I went to put on my belt I noticed that the loops
were missing. There was only a tab closing in front. Even more curious!
Were these even the same slacks I had packed?
As I was pondering the strange slacks, Mummy swept into my room to pick
me up. She was indeed an impressive woman and long the object of my
secret desires - tall, shapely, but trim figure, flowing long blond
hair cascading across part of her face and extending down just above
her shoulders. We shared the same crystal blue eyes. She was wearing a
white majestic crepe de chine blouse with a bow about her neck and
matching broad legged slacks.
She immediately noted that that my boy briefs were causing unsightly
lines under the slacks. "Danny, how could you dress in such an
unbecoming manner? Not only are your trousers a mess, but nothing else
matches! Your shirt is far too thick and clumpy for your pants. How can
you do this to me when we are dining tonight with an old dear friend of
mine whom I have not seen in years? And with so little time until we
are due to meet him.
Danny, I am not pleased! Not only will you change to please me, but I
shall severely punish you if you displease me any further with childish
protests. Remove all your clothing, everything, and wait for me to
return. We have so little time and I need to improvise."
Mummy had great sway over me when she was angry. Something deep inside
me needed to please her. Although Mummy often commented on my
appearance, especially if I was sloppy or looked unkempt, this seemed a
considerable step forward. She was particularly determined and not to
be crossed.
She returned shortly carrying a bag. I stood before her in my robe,
totally embarrassed, but quite concerned about her anger. "Danny,
dear, you shouldn't act like such a little boy!" she admonished me. "I
only want you to make a good impression on my old and dear friend, Sir
John. You are in the tropics and should dress accordingly.
Additionally, sweetie, it is high time that you began dressing in a way
appropriate to your true self."
With that she held out one of my favorite white satin panties from my
"secret" collection. Even worse, I had originally taken them from her
drawers and worn them often in my private moments. Now they were now
freshly washed and ironed!
My hand came to my mouth, and I think my faced must have changed
through five shades of red in mere moments. She smiled and said, in a
gentle but very firm voice, "Now, sweetie, you should know that there
are no secrets from your Mummy. Just put on the panties like a good
boy. We both know it will not be for the first time!"
I started to protest, but she merely held her figure to my mouth and
whispered, "Now dear, you know that you are not too old to be spanked,
and for your little collection you should and shall be thoroughly
thrashed! Now you are going to dress exactly how I wish you to and
without any silly little pantyboy protests! Now remove your robe this
moment and begin dressing as I wish. You hardly need to displease me
any further!"
Turning an even deeper shade of red, if possible, all I could manage
was to squeak out in a far higher voice than I desired. "Yes, Mummy
dear." I slid the soft panties up my legs, trying to adjust them
properly before my little peenie became too stiff to manage. "Smooth
them out properly, sweetie. I know you know how," she commanded. Well
smoothing out the panties had the predictable effect on my little
lollipop! I tried to hide it as best as I could, which any sissy will
tell you is next to impossible.
"Danny, dear, your little teapot tells me all I need to know. Pay no
mind to it - it is simply part of who and what you appear to be!" she
admonished me. "Here put on this blouse. We are running out of time!"
she said while handing me a silk shirt-blouse from her bag.
I nearly fainted. It was sheer white silk with puffy long sleeves and
turned-up cuffs at my wrists. It felt like a clean crisp breeze coming
across my body as I slipped into it. I actually had goose bumps! I
fumbled with the cloth covered buttons, as they appeared to be
differently located from what I was used to. It was quite tight on my
waist, but opened up somewhat at my chest. I quickly realized that my
now very hard puffy little nipples protruded through the sheer fabric
in an almost obscene manner. The collar seemed different - much larger
and softer than I was used to. "But didn't Mummy call this a blouse?" I
thought to myself. It surly looked and felt like one, and also with the
buttons on the left side.
She then handed me the white slacks to don. With a smile on her face
she watched as they more easily slide up my legs to close tightly high
on my waist and taunt over my bum with a slight divide between my sissy
cheeks. That surely wasn't there the last time I worn them! Also, the
waist really did seem much higher now that I had on sheer panties. Now
I noticed that the pockets were gone! Curious indeed!
Next Mummy stepped behind me, wrapped a coral-pink raw silk sash, a
form of cummerbund, about my nipped in waist, and hooked it behind me.
I was mortified, but my peenie loved it, growing with each new assault
provided by the clothing Mummy was forcing upon me. "Whatever would
people think as I went out in public?" I thought, but did not dare say.
Stepping back to inspect her girlish son, Mummy said, more to herself
than to me, "Good, but she still needs work."
"She?" I wondered.
Mummy produced a pair of shoes and two small boxes from the bag she had
carried in.
The shoes were slip-ons with low two inch heels in matching pink silk
to the sash. Worse, each show had a wide bow attached to each toe. The
ugly old boy socks that I previously had on were not even considered.
Smiling her approval, but saying nothing, Mummy proceeded to open the
first box. It contained some gold jewelry. Before I could utter the
slightest protest, Mummy ordered me to extend my arms. Within a flash,
a gold and pearl braided bracelet appeared on my right wrist and a
girlish pearl ring on each hand. Next a gold strand went about my neck,
a sweet heart hanging from the center, just where my blouse opened up.
I then was ordered to lift my leg and a thin rope gold anklet, again
with a dangling heart, was attached. My heart was racing and my face
flushed. My entire body now was tingling, nipples like little bullets,
peenie totally out of control, and I feared, leaking! I could not
imagine what the second box could possible contain.
"Sit in the chair next to the desk, sweetie. Not a word of protest from
you either. I need to finish you up so you are presentable to Sir John.
Yes, dear," she swooned, "you look adorable, just as you should look.
So utterly appropriate for you! Isn't this what you always dreamed of?
Especially when you were leaving sticky little messes in all that
pretty lingerie you managed to collect?"
"Place your right hand over here, towards me," she commanded. "Oh,
these nails need professional attention, but we do need something for
this evening." With that, she produced a file and quickly shaped my
somewhat long nails into a more feminine shape and applied a fast-dry
coat of coral-pale frosted pink nail polish.
"You secretly love this, don't you, my little sissy?" Indeed I did! The
feeling was incredible. A first coat of nail enamel has a special
tingly feel, and the look of the frosted gloss is just so very special!
Inwardly I swooned. Outwardly I was horrified.
She produced tweezers and plucked some offending hairs from my brows.
Next was light blue eye shadow and brown liner to both my eyes and
brows, followed by some red blusher, which I hardly needed owing to my
nearly constant embarrassed blushing. "Now be a good girl and purse
your lips." She showed me how to present my lips for lipstick and
deftly applied a liner followed by a light frosted pink color. The
effect was almost electric feeling the smooth gloss upon my pouty lips.
"Better," she said more to herself than me, "I'm almost done with my
little sissy. It's nice to see you appreciate the wisdom of obeying
your mother!"
"Now for your hair." She began rearranging my hair using a teasing
brush, thick comb, some gel and finally a spray. It was combed over in
the opposite direction and teased and sprayed up to create a bob
effect. Lastly two small gold hoop clip-on earrings were attached to my
lobes, and with a couple of dabs of Mummy's very own perfume, I was
pronounced ready.
Now go look at yourself in the full length mirror, Danny - or maybe we
should make that "Dani" with one 'n' and ending in an 'i'?" she said.
"Go look and tell Mummy what you see while I tend to your handbag."
"Handbag?" Oh my, I thought!
I looked and was astounded! Standing before me in the mirror was the
most effeminate of boys. My face and hair were really that of a young
girl. The bob effect combined with the light, but effective, make up
was incredible. I was transfixed. My heart was beating a thousand beat
a minute. However, when I looked down at the rest of me I was almost
moved to tears!
The blouse, and yes, that's exactly what it was, was incredible. It
clung to me like a second skin about my waist and little titties and
then flowed about my neck, shoulders and arms. "Titties," I thought,
somewhat shocked at referring to my chest as such. The blouse's large
rounded collar was indeed amazing, as I had suspected. It was simple
even though oversized, yet it floated above my natural neckline and
softly curved downward in the most delicate manner. The soft sheer silk
was unlike anything I had ever experienced, or even dared dreamed of.
The tight waist gave way to the high rise of trousers, which I now
clearly realized had been extensively altered, if not remade.
The pink raw silk sash contrasted so effectively with the pure white
blouse and slacks. The pink matching shoes with their outrageous bows
served to further compliment the whole look. I was not really a girl,
but I realized once and for all that I certainly was a sissy boy - and
a very elegant one at that! The sparkle of my jewelry perfectly
finished off the overall effect.
I was in rapture! Mesmerized actually. I began a slow swoon before the
mirror, twisting and simply feeling the effects of soft fabrics across
my skin. I was lost within myself utterly. Mummy noticed, but for the
moment remained silent.
She approached me from behind, placing her hands about my slim waist.
"Here, Sissy, ("Sissy," again - although this time it really did seem
to fit thoroughly) take you pretty handbag. You will need it to repair
your face during the evening." I accepted the handbag willingly as it
so perfectly fit. It was a small clutch bag made from the same pink raw
silk that matched my sash and shoes. "Sweetie, I think you have found
yourself, but only time will tell," Mummy whispered in my ear. "I have
known that you were different for many years, it's time to explore this
side of you, and so you shall!"
"Now, sweetie, for a few quick snap shots, I need to remember this
moment and your first pretty sissy outfit." Mummy produced a small
camera and made me pose while looking at myself in the mirror. Mummy
knew full well that I would entrance myself through my image in the
mirror and forget about pictures being taken - and so I did!
Mummy announced, "We're off! Be sure to mind your best manners or I
shall deal with you very severely, as I should for all those times you
naughtily played with and even stole my most intimate things!"
The walk though the hotel was incredible. Here I was, paraded about as
a total sissy boy - a sissy, plain and simple. I was led by my
magnificent mother who in turn was escorted by her consort second
husband.
However, fear not, many others were extremely interested in the young
emerging sissy. Certain women looked, of course not obviously, in
appreciation of the mother for a job well done, other women thought of
a sissy who might properly serve them. The men, those discriminating
enough to know and confident enough in themselves to indulge, just
leered with abject lust at the young beautiful sissy boy being pranced
before them. Alas, before them I was swishing forward as the newest
indoctrinee into the sweet submission of complete pantied nancyboy
sissyhood. They knew it, and I was beginning to realize it. Mummy
appeared well pleased. The worst part was that not only were my sissy
nipples throbbing, but my peenie was entirely out of control. I could
no longer even pretend to hide it.
The hotel doorman even held the car door for me. It was a chauffeured
Rolls Royce. "Could this be the mysterious Sir John's car?" I wondered.
Once settled in the car, Mummy asked my stepfather, "Henry, doesn't
Danny look pretty tonight? Just as we had discussed, it's simply so
natural for him, isn't it?" He observed, "Well, Constance, he never was
going to become much a man, better this way I suppose." Mummy offered,
"See how he can't keep his hands off his blouse - he really is such a
nancyboy!" I turned an even deeper shade of red, as I knew it was so
true.
Mummy gave me an appraising look. "Yes, you do look well, Dani dear,
but I think you need to practice tending to your face. Open your
handbag and take out your lipstick and powder compact." As I complied,
she said, "Ah, yes, that's good girl. Now open it so you can see
yourself in the mirror. Carefully freshen up your lips using the same
technique I showed you earlier." Again, as I did, she exclaimed, "Good
girl, remember less can be more. Purse your lips. Ah, that's right."
However, to my horror, the shade in my new tube was considerable
darker, a frosted pink coral color that matched my handbag, sash and
shoes. There was little I could do other than accept this small further
step to complete sissification - besides, I found that I quite liked
the look! I even puffed and carefully rearranged the few errant strands
of my new hairdo. Something not unnoticed by my mother and stepfather.
The entrance to the supper club was similar to the reception in the
hotel lobby, only with more obvious attention being paid to me. I
really did not know precisely how to react. Mummy whispered, "Danny,
keep your elbows tight to your sides, take smaller steps with your
knees close together and arch your back. Feel how you know you look and
act it!" Mortified, I did exactly as she commanded. I realized fully
that I was causing a bit of a spectacle, but was completely powerless
to change it. Mummy's dominance directed me, and the inner joy of what
I was wearing enslaved me.
As we approached the booth I saw a distinguished looking older
gentleman I presumed to be the mysterious Sir John Strong stand up to
greet us. He was indeed handsome. Quite tall, thin, but muscular, wavy
bold white hair, beautifully dressed. I could feel his masculine
strength from twenty feet away.
My stepfather reservedly greeted the man and while Mummy warmly shared
a kiss and a big hug. Mummy then took my arm and moved me forward
before the man. "Sweetie, this is our friend Sir John Strong. John this
is my sissy son Dani. He prefers "Dani" with one 'n' and ending with an
'i,'" she announced. Again mortified, I extended my hand only to have
it taken softly as a woman's hand would be taken for a kiss, which is
exactly what Sir John proceeded to do! I was both embarrassed and
excited by the ritual. I could feel the man's strength and virility
though his soft grasp. I had never been so affected by anyone and found
myself speechless.
"What a complete vision of sweet sissy loveliness," exclaimed Sir John.
With that we were seated, Mummy and Henry on one side of the formal
table and Sir John and I on the other. As I sat, Sir John quietly
cautioned me to sit up straight with legs together like a proper sissy.
I obeyed instinctively.
Cocktails were offered and I was allowed a glass of excellent white
wine. Sir John ordered dinner for me, as I was not given any form of
menu, let alone choice. The three adults bantered back and forth with
small gossip from times past and of events since they had last been
together.
After a few minutes, while the conversation was going on, I felt Sir
John's hand touch my thigh and then softly move up and down the mid
part of it. I, of course, sat as a proper sissy - back straight, legs
together and hands folded. I could not restrain the desire to put my
fingers in my new hairstyle; the feeling of the bob hanging beside my
face was far more intoxicating than the wine. When not in my hair - I
was troubled I might ruin the arrangement - my hands traced their way
down my blouse, lingering on my now diamond-erect nipples.
As minutes went by, Sir John's stoking of my thigh became more erotic
as he moved his soft hand to my inner thigh and higher. It was having
an almost impossible effect on me and I slowly let out a soft sigh.
"How wonderful, darling, you react perfectly!" Sir John whispered to
me. With that his soft caress reached my distressed peenie. I knew my
panties were already wet from the incessant stimulation of the past
hour or so, now I greatly feared a total release, which the tight thin
pants would never hide! Only dinner arriving saved me. As we were being
served, Sir John leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Yes, Dani,
you will do and very, very nicely indeed!" He then gave me a short but
soft kiss on my cheek.
Over dinner the adults' conversation turned to me. Mummy observed,
"John, dear, you seem to greatly approve of our little Dani. Seeing him
this evening makes it all seem so natural. As you know, I would have
done this several years ago, but I was obligated to allow him every
opportunity to become a real young man. Instead, he just seemed to
become more girlish and play with more and more of my lingerie, soiling
it frequently. How the poor dear thought I would not notice just
baffles me. Perhaps he was just trying to get caught. However, he has
just turned eighteen and it is time for him to confront his true self,
which from this evening appears to be that of a complete sissy
nancyboy."
Stepfather somewhat wistfully offered, "Well, until this evening I had
always thought there might be some hope for him becoming a real man,
like his father, but just to see how he reacts to the shamelessly sissy
things he is wearing and how he is secretly gushing over Sir John seems
to seal his fate."
"John," Mummy said, "do you wish to see how things develop?"
"Oh, indeed I do," Sir John replied. "However, as we discussed, it must
be within the framework of giving him choices as we go. I certainly
fancy completing tonight's agenda. We can review the situation fully in
the morning and proceed from there."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Mummy. "I do, however, want Dani to make a fully
informed decision. Perhaps, John, you could send those two lovely
ladies of yours over in the morning to properly dress her? She should
experience all the soft frilly delights of being a girl before deciding
if she wishes to remains sissy for the remainder of our stay here."
"Of course I shall send Maria and Anna over, and with some appropriate
things for Dani to wear," Sir John said. "Then I suggest Dani, you and
I go out for a nice lunch to talk thing over."
Looking directly at me, melting me with her beautiful eyes and stunning
me with her feminine beauty, Mummy said in a very measured, definitive
voice, "Dani, we all know that you are a sissy, the only thing to be
determined is the measure of it. You certainly look the perfect sissy;
you even act as a sissy. Tonight, sweet girl, you do not have a choice.
Henry and I shall leave you here with Sir John, who will be your escort
for remainder of the evening. I expect you to be the perfect sissy and
comply with each and every of his wishes. Failure to completely do so
will be dealt with in the severest manner, and in ways I frankly do not
even wish to discuss. You will do this simply because your Mother
requires you to. Do you completely understand me?"
Not to mention the impact of Sir John's hand firmly on my little
peenie, I certainly did understand Mummy quite fully and completely. As
I had no choice in what I was wearing, I now had no choice in what was
to occur next. However, mostly I realized that I actually wanted it to
happen! I swallowed hard, glanced at the handsome Sir John, looked down
and said, "Yes, Mummy dear, I understand and will be a good sissy for
Sir John." My fate was now sealed, at least for the balance of the
evening.
"Well said, my dear, and I expect it to be equally well done!" Mummy
continued, "Sir John will return you to the hotel later this evening.
He and I shall confer in the morning. Assuming that you have fully and
completely fulfilled my instructions of this evening, Mari and Anna
will arrive and properly make you over and then we shall go to lunch
where you will be given a choice. You may return to trying to be a
regular boy, although I doubt the outcome of that quixotic effort, or
you may continue under Sir John's tutelage as a sissy for the remaining
ten days of our stay here.
"However, understand this, sweet child, if you attempt to be a real boy
all of your little 'collections' and secret sissy games will come to an
abrupt end - never more to be indulged! Only rough, rugged boring boy
things for you! This evening's little adventure shall be considered
your punishment for sealing and soiling my, and who knows else's,
lingerie.
Contrary wise, if you elect to accept your obvious sissy ways for the
remainder of our stay here, no penalty will be assessed. In fact, we
all will be well pleased that you have apparently found a special form
of happiness. Your stepfather and I shall pursue our original plan to
play some golf as well as entertaining ourselves in our own special
ways that we so love to do. You, no doubt, will be enjoying your own
alternative forms of entertainment.
"Although I shall remind you of this tomorrow, if you do spend the
balance of time here with Sir John, it will be a commitment for the
complete period of time and you shall obey him as you would obey me.
Sir John will have complete and total control over you. He will be
permitted to punish you as warranted. To treat a sissy otherwise would
be unheard of!
"It will still be necessary for you to return to boarding school to
complete your senior year and graduate. Something that, I think, could
prove very difficult in either case. If you wish to be a boy you will
have to get over that boy whom you have such a crush on. Yes, dear, I
have read your secret journal pining away for him! If, however, you
pursue your innate sissy side, being without all you sissy finery could
prove pure torment - even if for only a few months. Well, maybe your
boy-friend might provide some very real relief. I would also permit and
discrete supply of fine lingerie to help you along. Your secret
boyfriend would love you in them I'm sure.
"After you graduate you will again be given another choice. Sir John
has a wonderful chateau in the south of France where, if you have
acceptable progressed, you could summer.
"Dani, please acknowledge that you understand all of this fully and
completely."
Throughout Mummy's ultimatum, Sir John's hand continued to torment with
pleasure like I had only dreamed of. That, combined with the sensual
clothing and my beautiful stern mother's presence, had my head
swimming. I merely bowed by head and said, "Yes, Mummy, dear, I promise
to be a perfect sissy for Sir John this evening."
"It is best for you and I dare say you know it, my sweet sissy son!"
she cooed, pleased with the course of the conversation and apparent
outcome of the evening thus far. "Henry and I shall return to the hotel
and place you in Sir John's charge for the remainder of the evening.
Now sweetly kiss me goodnight like a good girl. We shall discuss it in
the morning. I know you will be a good girl this evening for your new
Master."
We air kissed and both Mummy and Henry bade goodnight to Sir John and -
with a sly smile - me.
Oh my God! Here I was! Was I living out my sweetest dream or my worst
nightmare? I knew where all this was to lead - the complete sissy
nasty! Was I ready, willing, even able? I actually giggled to myself
thinking, "Inquiring sissy minds want to know!"
Sir John seemed to notice my slight inward giggle, "A penny for your
thoughts, sissy?" he inquired, hand still on my now ranging, leaking
and pathetic tiny twinkie teapot. I crossed a line. Actually, I crossed
the Grand Canyon in a single, but very appropriately femme, leap! I
leaned over and kissed him directly on his lips! Impulse or instinct?
Who really knows, but the effect was electric! I had surrendered, at
least for the night.
"Sissy, it is time we left," he said, "refresh your face and after that
lovely kiss, and we will go to my house. I see that you have accepted
your role, now you shall experience it fully. Remember your proper
deportment: knees close, short steps, elbow to you ribs, back arched,
and proud. Hold you handbag daintily with a limp wrist."
I, of course, did his bidding.
With that, a path from our table seemed to part. There were no tacky
bills or waiting to leave. The Maitre d' appeared and simply stated
that Sir John's car was waiting. Sir John stood and offered his arm to
me. I stood and straightened my slacks and blouse. I found myself
puffing and arranging my hair once again. Something deeply inside me
wanted to greatly please this man of men. I knew he wanted, no
demanded, a perfect sissy at his side. I needed to be just that sissy
right now.
His car was a Mercedes 600 SL roadster, thankfully with the top up - my
hair would have been ruined! As the car jockey closed the door after me
I noticed a distinct bulge in his pants. "Was that I causing such a
reaction? Oh, my!" I thought as I marveled if I really could affect men
that way - well, at least certain men who understood what I think I was
about to learn!
Now my hand willingly found its way to Sir John's thigh. My thoughts
were far ahead of my conscience.
Within a few minutes we arrived at his estate, considerable even by my
standards growing up on the pampered Main Line of Philadelphia. The
entry had large iron gates that seemingly parted as we approached. Was
this estimably man also a wizard? The driveway went up a hill
overlooking the harbor, with all its lights. The house, itself, was of
the gracious old Spanish influence, large and beautifully appointed. I
particularly loved the extensive stone and ironwork. It seemed almost
medieval and somehow castle- or, dare I say, dungeon-like.
He asked me if I liked his little refuge from complicated real life. I
responded with a sigh, simply saying, "Oh, Sir John, it's so romantic!
So beautiful!" He responded by saying, "Sweet sissy, perhaps for this
evening you might simply address me as 'Master.'"
"Now, my little butterfly, come into your Master's cocoon," and after a
pause, he added, "It's such a lovely night I thought we might sit by
the pool. I have a special outfit in mind for you that both of us
should enjoy. Come this way and I will show you to a changing room in
the pool cabana. Your outfit is laid out there, sweet sissy. Leave on
your jewelry and apply some additional make up to the extent you think
it will please me."
He led me through a long stone floored hallway onto and patio and then
down to a beautiful slate colored pool. The cabana sat at the far end
of the pool. Finding the changing room I quickly located the clothing
meant for me. "Oh my," I thought, "another thing I had secretly dreamed
of! Was that also in my now compromised journal? I think it was."
Laid before me was a pure white silk bikini. My heart literally skipped
a beat. It was exactly like I had dreamed of - I had to get that lovely
thing on me! I quickly stripped, again feeling the rapture of the
blouse's soft caress against my skin and the sweet kiss of my silky
panties being lowered. Almost in a trance I pulled the bikini bottom up
my legs. The actual bikini was even briefer than the one in my dreams.
The front barely covered my little sissy teapot. A few of my public
hairs, such as they were, seemed to hang over its top and sides -
something quite troubling to me. As I cast about my eyes, I found a
pair of small scissors on the makeup table. The offending hairs were
quickly trimmed and now I was able to fully inspect this delicious
froth of feminine fashion. Yes, indeed, it only barely covered my
peenie and little sissy "purse," but it also barely covered my sissy
cheeks. The top of their cleavage was actually visible. The bottom was
finished off with two rather large bows on each side and had a little
asymmetrical skirt of white chiffon across the front. For the first
time in my life I actually uttered, "To die for!" The front even seemed
to accommodate my boiling over "teapot" in a most attractive manner.
I could not wait to try on the top, something relatively new to me. It
perfectly matched the bottom in both form and function. There were two
slightly shaped, but very small triangles to cover my little sissy
titties. They were sufficiently sheer to fully show my aching and very
hard nipples. It fastened with cute ribbon bows both in front between
the cups and at the end of the strap behind my neck. I felt so
vulnerable and exposed - and I quite liked it! After preening before
the mirror I had to discovery what other delights awaited me.
First I came upon a box with a brand new pair of high heels that
matched the bikini silk-like fabric. They had to have been at least
four or five inches high and stiletto in shape. Could I manage them? I
have worn Mummies heels on several (well, ok, many) occasions - I
thought that, too, was now known - and could most likely handle them.
However, the most intriguing part was how they would fit on me. Rather
than a back, they had long ballet-like satin ribbons that would wrap
about my foot. On the inside of their box I found a diagram showing how
to wrap the ribbon first about my ankle and then, be still my heart, up
my calf, ending in sweet bows! I was in near sissy shock! My hands
literally trembled as I put on the beautiful heels and attempted to
lace up the ribbons. After some trial and error I finally had all in
place and again was overwhelmed with the effect.
The last item was a delicate chiffon caftan, almost like a peignoir,
billowing with tiers of sweet sheer folds and layers, but still
transparently revealing the sweet temptations that lay beneath.
Now I feared that I had taken far too much time primping and pampering
my sissy self. Would Sir John, Master to me now, be angry? Well, he
would be even angrier if I failed to adjust my makeup. Thus, to the
table I went and feverishly applied, more heavily than I intended --
new eyeliner, shadow, powder, blush and lip gloss. I spotted a bottle
of expensive perfume and instinctively applied dabs to my neck, chest
and wrists. With that, and a quick spray and light brush to my bobbed
hair, I took and final check in the long mirror, drew a very deep
breath, put my posture in the best sissy form and minced out to meet my
Master and my fate.
He awaited me in a chair by a table at the other end of the pool. An
iced bottle of champagne was opened beside him. Two glasses were
chilling in the ice. Soft music floated about from unseen sources.
He was wearing a silk robe, closed with a tie in front. I approached
him in the most effeminate manner possible. I sensed that my hips were
moving as I minced, one foot before the other, in the very high heels
while trying to keep my upper body erect and straight. The feeling of
the silken bikini was amazing. I was transfixed as I walked towards
this perfect Alpha Male to whom I knew I would soon utterly submit.
Greatly relieved, I saw a smile on his face - a knowing, confident,
dominant smile. When I reached him, without though or guile, I dipped
into a slight curtsey, rose, lowered my head, and in a very soft voice
uttered, "I present myself for your pleasure, Master."
"Oh, Dani! Yes, you will do very nicely indeed! You please your Master,
and that is a very good thing, for your Master shall bring you
pleasures you have yet to dream of. I want you to model your outfit for
me, but first a little champagne. Sit next to me, my lovely, and have a
drink with your Master."
I sat in a manner I thought a ballerina would - yes, Mummy also made
sure I saw the complete seasons of the Philadelphia Ballet as well! We
drank in silence for a bit, just savoring the moment. Frankly, I needed
a few moments to collect myself. After a bit, Sir John said to me, "You
of course realize that you are both different and very, very special,
do you not Dani?" I lowered my eyes a demurred to him, simply saying,
"I am flattered that you think me so, Master."
Now model your beautiful outfit for me, young lady."
I had always loved watching models, especially runway models when Mummy
would take me to fashion shows. "Did she know back then? Was this my
destiny? Who really cared at that point?" I thought as I realized that
the setting, my wonderful outfit, the champagne, the music, the
moment...the MAN, was all far too intoxicating!
After taking yet another deep breath and collection my thoughts, I
stood up, caught the rhythm of the music and walked away from Sir John.
As I went my body began to sway to the beat of the music. Recalling how
runway models performed when I reached the end of the pool, I put my
hands on my hips and turned, first with my upper body, followed by my
hips and finally my feet.
I noticed a flash from a camera in his hand. I quickly though to
myself, "Did everyone want compromising pictures of me this evening?"
However, the flashing just made me think more about a fashion show
model on a runway, and that excited me greatly.
I proceeded to do a runway prance coming back towards him, hips moving,
one foot before the other with arms and body tuned to the music. When I
was before him, I slipped, with more body than arm movement, out of my
robe, tossed it over my shoulder and repeated the runway prance away
from him. When I again reached to the far end, I dropped the robe, put
my hands to my hips, turned and proceeded, keeping my hands on my hips,
back towards him - my eyes locked to his while every other part of my
body sexily swayed to the music. The moment simply had overtaken me - I
was possessed!
As I neared him, my eyes riveted to his, my hands began caressing my
body - starting at my hips and followed in a continuous motion by my
derriere, waist, and little budding sissy titties. Finally, in reverse
I tussled my bob hairdo, ran my hands over my cheeks - pursing my lips,
down again across my erect nipples - pinching them for a tad longer
than I intended, about my waist, and ending back about my tush while
thrusting my very distressed sissy teapot forward. Amazingly, it all
happened just as I reached him.
To this day, I am uncertain who was actually more sexually charged, or
for that matter amazed. I knew I was a sissy. Heck, I always knew I was
a sissy. All three blind mice could have figured out that I was a
sissy! Sir John knew full well that I was a hopeless sissy. But my
little "runway" performance shocked both of us. "Hello world," I said
to myself, "here's Dani!"
Now, I pondered, just what shall I do for an encore? Well, really there
was only one thing to do! When I reached him, I simply went to my knees
before him - it just seemed the proper and befitting thing to do! I
lowered my eyes and whispered, "I am here for your pleasure, Master."
And I meant every single syllable of it!
"Then you shall demonstrate just that my sweet sissy," he said. He
dropped a pillow for me to kneel on and said, "Sissy, come, kneel on
this, open my robe and kiss my cock. Do this only of your own accord,
but in full understanding that it is an act of complete submission and
devotion to me, your Master."
Was there really any choice? I had to, despite his caveat, as Mummy had
ordered me to. However, that really did not appear to be the prime
consideration as I yearned to submit to this powerful man. Moreover, I
had secretly dreamed of just this very act for several years and here
it was - open and before me! Without hesitation, but with trembling
hands and racing pulse, I opened his robe to find myself face to face
with the manliest of cocks. Yes, a cock! Not a sissy peenie teapot, not
even a preppie jock's wannabe cock, a Master's very real, very present,
and very demanding COCK! Of course, I melted. It was beautiful! I was
awestruck! Thank God he knew what was going through my mind, or else I
might have been punished for hesitating.
After a moment or two, He gently asked, "what do you think, sissy?" Oh
my God, talk about the proverbial rhetorical question! I managed to
blather out, "I...I...I want to...well, it's incredibly,
beautiful...soooo powerful, yes, I want, no need, to worship it,
Master. May I?" Talk about surrender!
"Yes, my dear sissy you may, but I want you to explore all of it. I
understand that you have yet to suck a real cock, although that is hard
to believe for such a girlie boy as you. Sissies like you were born to
suck cock, Dani, and I think you know it!"
I almost wept in totally confused humiliation. Was it because I so
surely was about to suck a cock for the first time, or because as a
sissy I had never sucked one before? Things can be so confusing for us
girls...
"Do what comes naturally to you, Dani, but now I command you to service
me! It is your honor and privilege to service my cock!" he said. No
doubt about my direction now - downward with vigor!
As commanded, I commenced the preverbal "sissy nasty." I fully expected
some initial revulsion. It never happened, nor did anything even
remotely nasty happen. I simply bent forward, put my hands to his hips
and kissed Sir John's ample man-meat. It was so very natural and meant
to be. His cock was throbbing, alive and a presence entirely onto
itself.
I then explored his cock and found it to be warm and wonderful. As my
lips again touched the head I noticed it was damp from pre-cum. Simply
by kissing it, I had my first real taste of man cum, and I quite
fancied it! As my lips explored his velvet "helmet," I emitted a quite
involuntary moan. I was somehow surprised that I could see my pink
lipstick on his cock
"Yes, my sweet sissy, you do understand your place now," he whispered.
"Now slowly use your tongue to caress it, especially the rim of the
head and the underside of its shaft. Ah, there's a good girl! Now once
about the head and then slowly down the underside to my balls - I want
you to experience then as well."
I followed his command, rewetting my tongue with my lips occasional as
I went. My hands touched his muscular thighs and I felt yet another
chill go down my spine. He was so strong and powerful, and I was his
sissy lover submitting myself utterly to his desire. I started to lick
at his massive balls, yet again awestruck by their size. I had of
course fantasized about a cock, but never really about balls. It was so
new and so terribly exciting!
"Dani, gently cup my balls in your hand, raise them a bit and then
softly kiss and suck them," he directed. I again let on a small moan,
both from amazement and pleasure. The balls were quite massive and
obviously very full. I again shuddered knowing full well where their
contents would soon be delivered. "Feel the privilege of having my
manhood in your mouth Dani," he whispered. I emitted yet another soft
moan.
Master continued his instructions, "Yes, now lick the tender underside
of my sack, Ah, you are indeed a natural my pretty, pretty sissy! Trace
the sides of my sack next to my thigh, Yes, good girl! Now return to
the base of my balls and begin tracing your way slowly back up the tip
of my cock with your sweet tongue. No hurry, nice and slow like the
good little sissy cock-boy you are!
"Ah, so good my pet - now around the head and be sure to lick the slit
at the top. Excellent, now it's time to take the shaft into your mouth.
First lick the sides of the shaft to prepare it for your sweet mouth
and throat."
I, of course, did his bidding with alacrity.
"Now sweet sissy, make an "O" with you lips and take the head and shaft
into your mouth and come down on the shaft. Good girl, but slowly.
Become used to it. Yes that's it, sweet sissy, but change your angle so
that more of my meat can get into your throat. Go slowly and
experiment. Yes, now come up keeping your lips tight about my meat. Ah,
now work yourself up and down and keep working your slutty little
tongue."
I still remember every second of it. This was not just licking and
playing with him, it was wholly and truly sucking his cock! It
twitched, throbbed and was so alive in me. At one point as I came up on
his cock my mouth slipped off the head with a little pop sound. "Ah
Sissy," he said, "Now you know the sound that a true blow job makes.
Yes, it announces to all that a serious cock sucking is happening!"
With the little pop I also realized fully just what I was doing and
accepted it completely. Yes, I was born to suck cock! I again sighed a
moan of lust and returned to that beautiful symbol of manhood with
renewed vigor - one hand at the base of his cock and the other gently
cupping his massive balls.
Master continued, "Yes you are getting it. Now sissy drag your tongue
on the underside of my shaft as you move up and down. Increase your
sucking as you reach the top. Ah, excellent! It comes to you so
naturally indeed! Think of my cock as your reward for being so
beautiful and sexy for me!"
I glanced up at his face, now covered with pleasure. It was my first
view of a man from his cock up. I quite liked it. He returned a knowing
smile.
I discovered that a man's parts are a symphony of pleasures and
sensations. Not only the silky shaft and velvet head, but also the
delectable balls - so full of promise of yummy things to come, erotic
sides on each thigh bordering on his "package" and then, a fleeting
thought about his tender rosebud - did that need licking as well? The
very feel of his manliness throbbing in my mouth was overwhelming. His
manliness utterly possessed me - making his cock part of me. Nothing
else seemed to matter.
Now I noticed changes in him. His face began to become more intense,
his balls seemed to change, growing slightly in size, and his breathing
became more rapid. Yes, "that moment" was fast approaching.
He, I think sensed a moment of panic in me and placed his hand to the
side of my head and gently whispered, "Easy sissy, relax and only suck
the top of me. Use your hand to gently stoke the base of my cock and
the other hand to softly knead my balls as they start to deliver my man
juice to you. Ah, gently, slowly sweet sissy. Prepare to accept my
gift."
With that both his hands he tenderly, but firmly, positioned my head so
my mouth was just covering his helmet. I knew now there was no choice.
I was to receive the great and full measure of his manliness - his
seed.
I sucked, used my tongue and kept one hand stroking his base and the
other on his balls. How I did it all at once, or even if I really did,
remains a mystery. I was now a captive sissy performing her scared duty
for her man. I knew I was entering a new part of my life. This was not
just a little nancyboy prancing about in her mother's finery, nor was
it even the perfect pantyboy being displayed in a nightclub. No, I was
about to fully enter the world of functioning cocksucking sissies, from
which I somehow realized I would never return!
He body tensed once again. His cock and balls seemed to grow just a
bit. "Now, relax and accept your fate, sissy. You know it is meant to
be!" he said. I, typically, moaned yet again. I was trembling from
anticipation - was it fear or simple acceptance?
He held me at the tip as the first warm burst erupted into my mouth. It
was more than I expected and I instinctively swallowed part of it. The
slick feel of it more impressed me than the taste. While pondering just
that, he moved me deeper on his shaft and the second cum rope entered
me, some going directly down my throat. I almost choked for a moment by
recovered, swallowing part of it.
Now I sensed not only the taste and feel, but also the smell of a man's
cum. Every nerve seemed to tingle in my body. I even notice my little
teapot was having its own little revelation. Then a third, smaller shot
hit me. This time I moved it about my mouth, accepting it and inwardly
realizing that I had indeed crossed a Rubicon. Drops began to seep past
my lips as I tried to process completely what was transpiring.
Again by instinct and without his guidance I swallowed again and went
deeper onto his burning cock, I gently squeezed his balls as if to milk
them further. I was a sissy possessed by this magnificent cock!
Something drove me to want more of his sweet cum.
"Oh, sweet, sweet, sissy", he said as he grunted and released a fourth
stream into my mouth. "Relax and savor it. Learn about its taste and
feel."
I moved up just past its head and slowly mouthed his cum. It was thick,
a little salty, but quite nice. The feel of it remained all over my
mouth and a little bit down my throat. He was softening and I felt a
form of regret, but also satisfaction. For some unexplained reason I
again took his member into my mouth and gently drew my lips slowly up
its length, gathering the remnants of his man juice. Looking at my Lord
and Master directly into his eyes, I licked my lips and caught a small
run of cum from my jaw on my finger and licked that clean as well. I
then bent forward and gently kissed the tip of his cock, looked up in
his eyes and said, "Thank you, Master!"
I simply could not get enough of the passive-aggressive joys of the
act. Being on one's knees was so very submissive, taking his piss
instrument into my mouth so totally submissive, and then finally eating
his sweet cum was utterly submissive. However, making him buck and
yearn for more sweet oral pleasure seemed strangely aggressive!
Well, so there. I sucked my Master and loved it, but that was only part
of the experience. Oh, yes, I had sucked his cock with alacrity. I
adored it, however another unexpected a divine treat, really my final
epiphany of this wonderful night, was to come.
Master took me into his strong arms. I melted even further into him
with the taste, scent and feel of his man juice still in my mouth.
Amazingly, he kissed me deeply, unconcerned about my semen infested
mouth. I molded to his embrace, caring only about being his love
object.
From my hungry mouth, he moved to my neck and then, moving aside my bra
top, to kiss my titties. There, I met my sissy Waterloo! Once kissed I
was done! Not only did he kiss my hard nipples, but then tenderly
sucked and nibbled on each delicate sissy treat! My puffy hard nipples
were more alive as I had never thought possible. Of course the pleasure
centered on my delicate little bud, but it also reached deeper within
me. I reached out for a held his beautiful cock. I loved the touch and
feel of it.
He led me to a chaise lounge and continued his sissy feast. I utterly
succumbed to his tender ministrations. Never had I been so completely
sexually overcome. Every part of my body surged with energy I never
knew I had. I shuddered. Today I know it as a typical sissy orgasm, but
that night it was tectonic!
The best was yet to come. Sir John, my divine Lord and Master, was
about to introduce me to anal pleasures. He moved aside my bottom,
opening both my little teapot and my little sissy rosebud. His
lubricate finger entered me. At first it was shocking, then a little
painful, then delightful! His mouth never left my puffed, hard nipple.
The combination simply overwhelmed my senses. A feeling deep within me
grew in intensity like a runaway freight train.
My little twinkling twinkie overflowed, squirting sissy cream at least
two feet. My entire body shook with the most amazing, and first true,
orgasm I had even had. Hello again sissy world! Dani now certainly had
arrived!
Sir John scooped up my warm sissy cream his fingers and fed it to my
hungry mouth.
"Well, sissy, now you understand the joys of being just who and what
you are," he softly whispered. Then he again took me into his strong
arms, softly kissed me and let me slowly recover to something
approaching a normal breathing and heart rate. Tears of sheer joy came
to my eyes and a found myself almost weeping with spent pleasure.
"Yes, sweet sissy, I understand. You now have discovered the true
pleasure of simply being yourself. Weep with the joy of acceptance
darling child. Your Master will hold you tight."
After a bit, Sir John disengaged me. He looked into my eyes, briefly
kissed me on my lips, and said, "Time to get you back to your hotel
little one." I reluctantly let go and looked about, not really sure
what to do next.
He chuckled and said, "Well, sissy, first we need to clean you up a
little bit and then get you dressed. I have some new things for you
that I think you will adore. Go use the cabana's bathroom. I will send
Miss Maria in to help you fix your face and hair. I also want her to
take some body measurements of you. She is a trusted employee and you
shall obey her completely. I believe that you will find all the
necessary items there. Leave your bikini in the hamper and use the
washcloth on your body, by that time Maria should be there. Once you
are prettied up come back and I will dress you."
I reluctantly removed the bathing suit, washed myself. I spotted a
short silk kimono wrap, and donned it over my body, naked expect for my
jewelry. Maria arrived, took many measurements of my body, including my
little twinkie, writing each down on a chart. She closely examined my
little sissy titties and nipples. Taking up a small jar and massaging
some cream onto my breasts she said, "Here, Sissy, this will help those
tender titties."
She did a remarkably quick, but highly effective, repair my face and
hair. And before I could appreciate it, she told me to go to the
cabana's sitting room. I looked back at the amazing woman, smiled and
said, "Thank you, Miss."
Sir John greeted me with a warm smile and said, "Even in just a silk
wrap you look stunning. I see you're getting better with your hair and
makeup as well, or is that Maria's expert touch? Now come here as I
have some lovely things for you to put on."
Next to him on a day bed were the sweetest bra, panty and garter belt
set I had even seen. They were again white, but made of fine lace.
Master had me step into the panties and then pulled them up my legs and
smoothed them out over my hips and derriere. The panties fit like the
bikini bottom I had worn earlier and their lace created the most
wonderful feeling. The bra was even better! Its underwired cups
gathered my flesh about my tender titties. The lace tickled my now very
tender nipples divinely. Then he handed me the garter belt and said, "I
want to see you put on your stockings. It's the very essence of
femininity."
I hooked the belt about me. It was tight about my waist and created a
nicely defined waistline. I tucked the suspenders through my panties
and picked up the sheer white sheer stockings, admiring their intricate
lace tops. First taking off my anklet, I rolled the stockings and began
the process of carefully unrolling them up my legs, fully aware that
Sir John was watching my every movement. "You have done this before,
haven't you, Sissy?" he rhetorically asked. I merely giggled in a
girlish way as I coyly looked up at him while re-clipping my anklet
above my foot.
"Now, sissy, one more little thing for you to experience and
contemplate, he said. "Come over here and bend over this chair. I am
going to introduce you to the subtle joys of being plugged - just a
small amount this evening to acclimate you to it."
I minced over to offer my sweet sissy ass to my man. "Bend over that
chair and pull your panties down," he bade.
With my somewhat tender sissy hole offered I again felt a soft finger
covered in soothing ointment tenderly enter me. It was followed by a
small long thin object that appeared somewhat soft, almost like jelly.
"It's a silicone training plug with some soothing medication on it,
sissy. It will not only soothe you but also remind you of your delights
this evening," he said.
It did soothe, but also it began to stir those intense sexual feelings
I had experienced only a few minutes prior. As I straighten up from the
bend-over position I felt the plug realigned itself and enter me even
more deeply - another very sensuous feeling. Although a little
uncomfortable, I quite liked the filled feeling.
He pointed to my slacks, blouse and accessories neatly hanging on a
valet. I wondered to myself how they got there, and it seemed that they
also had been pressed. I half thought to myself that a sissy could
really get use to this treatment! I minced over and again experienced
the rapture of donning such sweet delicate thin material, especially
over my full lingerie outfit. The sissy shoes were even yummier with
stockings on. The gentle tug of the stockings on the garter's
suspenders was just heavenly. This time it just seemed so much more
natural to not only don, but to wear such things. Somehow they seemed
to glide onto my body.
"Here, sissy, take this bag. It has a pretty little baby doll nightgown
for you to wear this evening and also some basic cosmetics to make
yourself pretty in the morning. Please leave your stockings, panties
and bra on, but be sure to take off your facial makeup before you go to
bed with the cold cream you will find in the bag, and then apply the
moisturizer. A sissy must take special care of her skin to be her
prettiest!" he gently commanded. "Oh, and Dani, do not remove your plug
until morning!"
With that, he offered his arm and we were off. I was exhilarated riding
beside him in his sporty car. A new joy and confidence literally bathed
me. I already was thinking about a long kiss goodnight. The plug firmly
set in my derriere was a new experience. I, like every secret sissy,
had toyed with things "up there," but never had I experienced something
so much "up there!"
Walking to the car was one thing, sitting in the moving car quite
another! Not only from the soft plug so deep inside me, but also from
the exquisite feeling of the lingerie. The tug of my garters and bra
were driving me to complete distraction. My little peenie didn't get
hard, but my body was starting to feel that special tingle Sir John has
delivered to me earlier. "Oh my," I sighed to myself.
It was late when we arrived at the hotel entrance. Sir John merely
mentioned to the doorman to hold his car. He then rounded the car and
opened my door. I brought my legs about through the door first, he
extended his hand, I allowed him to grasp my limp hand and wrist, and
he almost ejected me out of the car. I took advantage of the momentum
to wind up in his arms. What a wonderful feeling! Thank God he was so
strong and held me tightly as my knees almost failed me. I let out the
most sissy of squeaks. Yes, this man was going to get a world-class
goodnight kiss!
He escorted me to my room, often putting his hand both to my back on
top of my bra strap and to my derriere and thighs, feeling my garter
suspenders along the way. He asked me for my key and opened the door
for me. I turned, looked up into his eyes and simply said, "thank you,
Master." He smiled and, yes, I got my knee-buckling kiss! "Oh," I
though, "Some dreams really do come true!"
After that I found myself alone in my room. Exhilarated, but now
exhausted. I reluctantly took off my outer clothing, removed my makeup,
but could not resist reapplying a touch of my lipstick. Whatever
disappoint I felt with undressing, it was more than made up for by
donning the sweet sissy babydoll. It was a sheer confection ending just
at mid panty and fully showing my sweet delicate lace bra, panties,
garter belt and stockings.
After looking at the sissy confection in the full-length mirror for a
little bit, my exhaustion took over. I went to bed and quickly fell
into a deep sleep, but still unconsciously rubbing my silken gartered
and stocking-covered legs together while holding by bra-embraced chest.
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