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Book I - Awakening, in five chapters, deals with a 48 hour period where our heroine realizes and actuates her sissy-self. Chapters I and II took Dani through her initial transition in the hands of her Mummy and Sir John. She is now to be presented to (a very select) society as a sissy debutant. 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 III - THE SECOND EVENING, INTRODUCTIONS By sissystevie (c) As I followed Maria through Sir John's house I noted a veritable beehive of activity. Outside it appeared that men were finishing decorating a tent. Caterers had begun delivering food and were setting up service areas. Groundskeepers were manicuring the lawns and gardens. This was so exciting, but I wondered how did they know that I would accept Mummy's proposition? Well, after a moment's thought I giggled to myself knowing that I had never really had a choice given my history, the sweet silk prison I was wearing, and Mummy's surprisingly dominant influence. Arriving in a beautifully appointed and extremely feminine pink bedroom, Maria ordered me to strip completely so that they could get down to work. In short order my treasured, but quite soiled beautiful things were shed sorted and packed off to be cleaned. I puzzled why Anna put my soiled panties in a special little container labeled "Specimen" and carefully sealed it. Anna took me to a large bathroom and, after removing my plug, administered another and much larger sissy douche. Then ordering me to stand in the tub, another seemingly stronger depilatory cream was applied to my now quite hairless body. "This will more permanently eliminate your ugly boy fuzz," she offered. After the rinsing shower and use of the tinting hair conditioner, Anna proceeded to lather and shave first my peenie area quite completely once again, even going back up my derriere crack, and then my face twice. "This hair needs to be eliminated," she muttered more to herself than to me, hinting that a more permanent solution was in the offing. During the process she had filled the bathtub and added the most deliciously feminine smelling oils and luscious pink bubbles. She motioned for me to get in and soak myself in the water's sweet softening embrace. It was heaven! Once settled in the tub, she handed several pills and a glass of water to me. "Here, sissy, take these. You need supplements as your Mother and Sir John have placed you on a special diet that will reduce both your waist and your waste." Without really thinking about it I swallowed them and settled back into the joys of my bath. After a most pleasant and restful break where I nearly dozed off, I was pat dried and Anna asked me to bend over the sink and present my derriere. "Sissy, I am going to place a larger plug in you. This one in coated with a soothing balm that will also loosen you up a bit. I think you will appreciate it later tonight." I blushed, knowing that I was being prepared for my Master's pleasure. Returning to the bedroom where Maria awaited surrounded by an array of beauty implements, I sat down in a high salon-type chair before a mirror. Were they going to let me watch them perform their magic on me this time? I wanted to see and learn how it was done. Looking at myself in the mirror I noted that despite all the washing, much of the makeup applied that morning remained. Maria noticed my attention and offered, "Yes, sissy, some of the makeup is much longer lasting. That way the wear and tear of your activities will now diminish your appeal." "First you tittie treatment, but this time with an enhancement," she said. Anna held the nipple suction cylinders while Maria operated the pump. Out came my already hard little nipples and the erotic teasing sensation returned to me. The Anna place little adhesive patched to the side of each tittie. Maria then attached a thin wire to each which was connected to a small black box. She turned a couple of knobs and my titties began to twitch. It felt so strange. She increased the output from the box and my titties began to almost tremble rather than twitch. Maria smiled and said, "The electrical current will develop and tone your little girlie mounds, Sissy." After the initial shock I found the sensation quite pleasant, or at least my peenie approved as it became noticeable stiffer. While Anna busied herself putting my hair up in rollers after dipping each one in some funny smelling liquid, Maria began applying another coat of the same liquid eyeliner, lip color, blush and eye shadow. While those were drying and setting up, she produced tweezers and again attacked my eyebrows, this time much more radically thinning them into fine arches. Done with setting my hair, Anna moved over a hair drier to speed the drying process. Anna then commenced to give me a pedicure, painting the same bright red enamel on my toes. While that was drying, another smoothing coat went on my fingernails making them glisten. Maria returned to my face and said to me, "Sissy, I want you to watch me and remember what I am doing. Soon you will have to do this by yourself." With that she began to work her cosmetic magic. If my face was very pretty before she began, it was breathtaking when she finished. I watched absolutely transfixed by the change, soaking in as much detail as I was able. When she and Anna completed their task, the nipple cylinders were replaced with the full tittie cylinders and their sweet torment began. This time, Maria pumped the out, waited a few moments and partially released the pressure. Anna slightly repositioned the cylinders so more of my breast flesh would be taken into the tube, and Maria re-pumped - with even more vacuum being created. The little electrical patched remained in place, their thin wires apparently not affecting the suction. Between the plug, the patches and the tubes sucking on my titties my libido was rising like boiling steam. "Time to start dressing our little princess," Maria announced. "Sissy, stand and go over to Anna and step into your special panties." I walked over to Anna and stepped into beautiful white bridal satin panties. As they were put into place I discovered just how unique they were. The basic panty was a low triangle bikini with sweet satin bows on each side, but the front had a special satin ruffled hole through which my little, but very stiff, peenie and pink purse where drawn. I could feel that there was another ruffled opening over my sissy love hole. "Oh my," I thought, "this divine creation does not cover, but rather frames and exposes everything that normal panties cover." "Well, she certainly does approve of her open sissy panties," laughter Anna, while pointing to my very distressed peenie. "Now for her next little surprise - Sissy reach up and grab that bar hanging from the wall. It's called a lacing bar and you will become intimately acquainted with it during your stay here." I did as instructed, despite the cumbersome tittie tubes and the electrode wires. I could feel my midriff stretch and contract. Anna approached me with a beautiful white satin bustier. "Lift your feet, one foot at a time so I can slide this up your legs," Anna ordered. I did and felt the bridal satin shimmer over my skin until it came to rest over my midriff. The top was not designed to cover, but rather frame my titties that were so compressed in their tubes. Anna tightened the cords behind me with amazing strength and loosely tied them off. I could hardly breathe. She then focused her attention to my titties, working the open cup supports about the cylinders. Two satin shoulder straps that were hanging down in front were taken up and attached to the rear, with necessary adjustments being made. She again returned to my titties making sure that the boned quarter cups mated up with the cylinders. She again tightened the lacing to the point where I was sure I could not breathe. "Easy, Sissy, take short small breaths. You will get used to it. You better, because from now on tight lacing will be a frequent occurrence for you. Now remain in that position while we put on your stockings." With that Maria rolled the loveliest white pure seamed silk stockings up my legs while Anna attached each leg's four suspenders for to the stocking tops. The tabs were metal, each with a cute white satin covering ribbon. The back of the stocking tops were finished off with large white satin bows. That completed, Maria reattached the tittie pump and deflated the tubes while Anna held the bustier cups firmly in place. "Release your grip on the bar now, Sissy," Maria said. The most amazing thing happened. As I came down from my grip on the bar, my titties were taken up by the bustier cups and seemed to extend out almost as far as they did with the vacuum pump! Oh my God, I easily had "A" cups! And my waist seemed a thin as when I was stretched up using the bar. I looked so girlie! I was told to turn around and Maria removed the tittie patches and rubbed a lotion over my tender titties that caused them to tingle a bit. She then told me to stand very still while she applied some of the liquid color base to my areoles to accent them. The effect was amazing. They appeared even larger and certainly more succulent. I went to touch them, but Maria cautioned me to let the toner set up. Anna returned holding a curious tiny doll-sized white satin skirt trimmed with petal-like frills and lace. "Sweetie, this is your peenie petal," she gushed. She knelt down and brought it over my whole teapot and settled its little doll-sized "waist" at the base of my peenie and purse. A satin ribbon was drawn tight to secure the "petal" in place and tied off with a pretty broad sissy bow. The effect was to surround and force upward my little sissy bits and pieces with a ring of satin and lace. Not that stiffly standing up was an issue at that moment, but the sweet satin shaping of this "accessory" would insure that all of my tiny twinkie's three inches would remain that way. It did indeed look like a little sissy peenie flower! As with the bustier's bra and open panties, things that were meant to cover were being used to provocatively display my forbidden parts. Back in the chair, Maria told me to hold my head very still. She swabbed one earlobe with a wet cotton ball and then again with another very cool liquid. "Now hold very still," she ordered while she lifted a device to my ear. I felt a small sharp pain, that more startled me than hurt. "There, that's one," she announced as I felt the instrument's pin replaced by a stud with something dangling from it. "Oh my God," I thought my ear was pierced! "Yes, Sissy, clip-on earrings simply will not do for such a perfect girl," Maria added. "Now for the other ear - hold still! There now, have a look. Aren't they cute?" They were small gold posts with very fine chains hanging down a couple of inches with little hearts dangling at their ends. "After you heal a bit we can put larger ones on you, but these will do for the next few days." The earrings resolved, Maria began on my hair while Anna hooked a double strand pearl anklet about my right leg and slipped on the most divine heels I even had seen. They were pure white satin with four inch thin heels, also covered in satin. The toes were pointed and each had a three inch puffy white satin sissy bow attached. Anna placed a matching double strand pearl bracelet and necklace on me along with several rings appropriate to a sweet teenaged girl. The necklace hung down under my neck bow and traced across the small mounds for my girlish titties. Things were certainly coming together. My hair seemed even curlier than when it was that morning, but Anna managed to shape it to cascade about my face in soft curls. It again seemed little lighter in color, more blond. I quite fancied it and secretly wished my own hair were longer. Maria produced another hair fall similar to my luncheon one, but even longer and slightly wavier at my shoulders. "Be still my heart." I thought. Maria did the final touch up to my make up, including some wonderful lip gloss. "Now, Sissy, Master wants some pretty pictures of you in your lingerie. Step over to the bed and, as they say, 'strike a pose' for Anna's camera. Look at yourself in the long mirrors and see how nice your earrings look." I did just that. I loved my new earrings. I loved how they moved about with my head and hair. Actually I got quite into it and had to be reminded that we had a schedule to meet. "Over here, Sissy, it's time to complete your outfit," said Maria. All I could see was white satin and ruffles. "Your sweet blouse first." She held out a pure sissy confection of sheer organza for me to slip into. Again it was back buttoning. I slip my arms into long bell-shaped sleeves ending in ruffles that came down to the middle of my hands. As the blouse was pulled about me I felt the confines of a very high collar also ending in delightful ring of ruffles reaching as high as my chin. The small pearl buttons went all the way to the top of the neck. Once full buttoned, the blouse was quite snug from by neck all the way down. My bare lingerie-shaped titties were clearly visible and my darkened, extended nipples were beguiling beyond imagination. Anna then held out my "bottoms." It was a pair of short slacks with a high waist made of the pure white bridal satin. With a little effort I slipped my heels through the broad legs and the knicker-type pants were pulled up to my severely nipped waist. Maria fastened side zipper as I discovered some of their unique features - they, just like my panties were open at my front, perfectly matching the ruffles about my panty opening. The back had a small zipper that could be used to access my panty's other opening. Oh my God, I was to be "presented" with every naughty part of me on full display and open for use! I blushed in the realization while my little peenie expressed quite different are far "harder" feelings. Anna knelt down and secured the pant legs just below my knees with a snap covered by a sweet four inch satin ribbon sissy bow on the outside of each leg. The pant legs billowed over my knees and then became tight over my upper thighs and hips. The broad waistband accentuated my bustier-slimmed waist, which in turn contrasted with my newfound bosom. However, the next two additions really put a capital 'S' in Sissy! They were sashes with huge bows made from the same bridal white satin. The first wrapped around my high collar with the bow framing my chin on top with its ends sloping down to accent my titties below. The second was about my waist ending in an even larger bow that accentuated my slim waist and framed the top of my be-ruffled and terribly exposed teapot. The final article of clothing was a matching short bolero vest ending just under my titties. The vest only rested beside, but not over, my exposed titties. It like everything else was cut to frame rather than cover my "private" areas. After a final spray of deliciously feminine perfume, Anna handed me the smallest possible matching bridal sack bag. "Now go have a quick look at yourself in the long mirror." As I stood there marveling at my appearance she instructed me to hold the bag between my left thumb and forefinger with a limp wrist and elbow to my side. "Now hold your right hand in a similar manner, just like the limped wristed little sissy pantywaist nancyboy that you so clearly are," she urged. The last reservoir of masculinity in me was rapidly disappearing. How could any sissy be the slightest bit boyish is that Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit? "Oh, honey, they are going to eat you alive this evening," exclaimed Maria. "Now let's get downstairs. Your mother and Sir John want some words with you and then they want to take some pictures. "Let me see you walk down there is your best swishy prissy-sissy manner. Perfect deportment young lady! And mind to use you best soft lispy sweet sissy voice - not that anyone will really care what you say! Sissies like you are for other uses! "Mince forward, my little sissy nancyboy!" As we came down the stairs an incredible vision appeared - a beyond belief frilly maid! Nearing her I noticed three things in rapid succession: one, she was drop dead gorgeous; two, her outfit was even more revealing than mine; and three, she had a very stiff little peenie! Another sissy! A real sissy maid - more erotic than I had ever imagined. I could not take my eyes off those lovely petticoats! So sweet, so essentially sissy! My eyes darted from her beautiful face and French twisted blond hair, to her beautiful frilly dress, and to her cute little teapot. I must have caught my breath because Maria noticed. "Oh, Dani, come and meet maid Millicent. As you can tell she is also a sissy." As we approached the beautiful young sissy maid she executed a deep curtsey and said, with her eyes cast down, "Good evening Miss Maria." "Millicent, this is sissy Dani, the girl be presented this evening. I dare say she finds you quite attractive and seems fascinated by your uniform. Will you please show it to her?" The cute maid executed another quick curtsey to me, but this time kept her eyes locked with mine. I discovered right then and there a new and amazingly powerful form of lust - that which goes between two beautiful, perfectly presented sissies. Fiber optic cable would have gone on overload with the intensity of feeling that was being exchanged between the two of us! She rose and gracefully did a turn about to show me her entire outfit. The outfit was breathtaking. Made from black taffeta with white satin ruffled trim, it had high puffy short sleeves finished with white satin bows and a bodice that went beneath the sissy's small budding titties in the same manner as my outfit that prominently displayed precisely what was meant to be covered! Likewise, the very short skirt was nearly perpendicular to the waist and rested on a froth of white petticoats - far too short to cover anything a skirt should cover - peenie, garters, stocking tops were all open to everyone's "viewing pleasure." Part of that "viewing pleasure" was not only open panties similar to mine, but also a peenie petal decoration making her entire tiny teapot appear to be the little bud in the middle of a beautiful flower. The best part was that a bow-topped white satin ribbon was tied just under her peenie head and dangled down to a little silver bell that sweetly rang as she moved! I wondered how many men - and sissies - would want to ring that bell all night! Her outfit was finished off with a ribbon draped maid's bonnet, white lace open fingered gloves, white chiffon apron with a huge bow in back and impossible black six inch stiletto satin heels with toe bows similar to mine. Facing me again, "Dani," she cooed in a soft lispy voice, "this is the creation of a wonderful woman. It was originally designed for a famous sissy named Stevie and later adapted as one of Sir John's preferred party uniforms. The designer's name is Millie - I am named after her, and both she and sissy Stevie will be here tonight. Millie is an icon to sissies everywhere because of the beauty and shameless sissiness of her creations." "Thank you Millicent, dear. I know that Dani and you will get to know each other quite well over the next few days. Now I must get Dani to Sir John and Mistress Constance." "Mistress Constance?" I wondered. Things were changing! Maria nudged me to break the sissy eye lock, and as I did, my eyes darted to her exposed peenie and noticed wetness at its tip. I could feel the same thing happening to me. Yes, I did want to "know" Millicent far, far better - and soon! I was hustled into an elegant cypress paneled library. Before me were Mummy, Sir John and off in one corner, Henry, my stepfather. Standing by the fireplace sipping a whiskey, Sir John was the epitome of the secure dashing older man. He was dressed impeccably in white tie and tails. I never really appreciated how beautiful a man could be and found myself in a girlish swoon over how handsome he looked. His power over me was transmitted to me much the same way as Millicent and I had so recently connected, but this little "transmission," unlike my encounter with the lovely sissy maid, conveyed his male dominance over my natural submission. He smiled back at me much the same way he had in the Rolls that afternoon when I knelt before him awaiting his cock. He knew I was his property and that I completed accepted that simple fact. Nothing verbal really had to be said - the Lord and Master had his prize! Mummy was seated on a leather wing chair next to Sir John and the fireplace. Looking at her I understood the "Mistress" description fully. Mummy had always been a beautiful woman with a tall almost regal demeanor. She certainly never suffered fools well and had a quick cutting way with words when displeased. Sitting before me was an exponential expression of that. Now she was truly regal in every respect. Her beautiful blond hair was done up above her neck, accentuating her classic facial lines, crystal blue eyes and long neck. Her makeup was more severe than I had ever seen it. Not trashy, just more defined. The effect complimented her amazing outfit of the evening. She was dressed entirely in black and in something almost as complex as the one I was wearing. She had on a skintight bodysuit that seemed to shimmer on her body. It was cut down the front to below her breasts, with two perfect alabaster half orbs showing. Across her hips was draped a leather belt ending in a type of crest or shield hanging several inches above her goddess mound. The image of a Warrior-Goddess came to mind. Her bodysuit again complimented by slim black boots made from the finest of leather coming up well past her mid thighs. The boots had pointed toes and impossibly high heels. About the right boot ankle was a small chain with a pendent of the same design as her belt fastener. Each arm was covered by a tight black kid glove extending to just short of her shoulder. She wore a single large crest ring on her wedding finger and two broad upper arm bracelets over her long gloves. Her outfit was finished off with a broad cape that was connected at her neck with a broad band. The back collar of the cape stood up stiffly almost as high as her hair. The contrast was breathtaking to her white skin, blue eyes and blond hair, She, in fact, was the prototype of the classic Warrior-Goddess - a modern day Valkyrie. As I stood before then I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I gave them a slight curtsey like Millicent had given me. Somehow it just seemed the appropriate thing to do, and indeed it was as now I noticed that Maria was in a very deep curtsey to Mummy, her eyes in total adoration. "My compliments to you and Anna for a job well done, Mummy said. Dani is even more lovely and more of a sissy than even I dared hope for!" Maria absolutely gushed, "Thank you Ma'am. It is our pleasure to serve you in any capacity." Again the old fiber optic lines were heating up. Maria appeared entirely smitten with Mummy! "You are quite welcome my dear. Dani, I think you should thank Maria for her estimably effort of your behalf." I turned to Maria, again performed my little curtsey and said, "Thank you Miss Maria for making me into all the sissy I can possibly be!" Turning back to the agenda at hand, Mummy said, "Now, Maria dear, please find that silly little slut Millicent and send her in her to refill our drinks. She may also bring Dani a glass of wine." "Oh, Maria, please first send the photographer in here immediately," added Sir John. Then, laughing as Maria departed, "Connie, I dare say that girl would walk off a cliff if you asked her to!" The photographer entered and Sir John said, "Now down to business. Come over to me Dani and model your debut outfit for me. Do it in the same way you paraded in your bikini last night!" I noticed the photographer moving about as I drew as deep a breath as my tight lacing would permit. Assuming the limp wrested prissy pose suggested by Maria, I minced toward my Master. Of course I was completely commitment to performing as best I could, but the outfit pushed me even further. It was sweet torment to move in it. Every sensitive part of my body was provocatively being teased - the lace and satin about my teapot, the sheer somewhat stiff material brushing against my hard, exposed nipples, the tug of my garters, the satin prison of my lingerie! It really was almost too much for such a complete swishy nancyboy. I did my best of the runway strut, the constant clicking and flash of the camera making it even more exciting. Then, Sir John interrupted, "I think that will suffice. The sissy is about to squirt her entire load and we cannot have that - at least not this soon!" Now sissy your mother and I want to pose with you in front of the fireplace. As you know, it's a traditional debutant picture. Over the next ten minutes various photos were taken of combinations of us, but strangely excluding my strangely silent stepfather. That completed, the lovely sissy maid Millicent entered with three glasses of champagne. She performed an amazing deep curtsey while delicately balancing the tray and not spilling a drop. She offered one to Mummy and then to Sir John who said, "Please give the third one to Dani, she is in for a very long evening." Millicent approached me, our eyes again locked, and offered the fine tulip glass to me with a very uncharacteristic tremor to her hands. It did not go unnoticed! "Good grief John, the two sissies have already fallen in lust! It doesn't take them long does it?" Mummy laughed! "Ah, sweet sissy hormones! What ever would we do without them - the dear little cum machines!" laughed Sir John. "If their dear little clitties touched they both would squirt like fountains!" "Enough Millicent, be on your way. I'm sure before her stay here is over your will get your fill of Dani's sweet cream - and she of yours!" Master commanded. "We have some items to discuss." With another spectacularly deep curtsey the beautiful sissy maid departed. "Connie, the floor is yours, my dear," said Sir John. "Dani, I want you to listen carefully because I have to review several things important to the evening. "First, as you have no doubt ascertained, we all lead somewhat of a different life than you had any idea about. This was because you were both under eighteen, and we were not entirely sure you would fully embrace it. Well, you are now of age and we all can agree that you have gone beyond merely embracing it. Therefore, you shall now enter it. "Entry for such a perfect sissy as you coming from a privileged family is traditionally done via a formal introduction to appropriate society. That is to occur in less than an hour. I want you to cherish this evening as the start of the rest of your life, even though I will abide by my promise to your dear father and allow you an exit. "However, in the considerable experience of those people who have seen you, and given your own actions over the past twenty-four hours - need I reiterate them - you are thoroughly and ill-retrievably a sissy. I have known this for years. That is why Sir John and I were willing to take the gamble that our guest of honor at this evening's fete would be in attendance. "The simply fact is that you have far surpassed even our most aggressive assumptions. Good grief, within the past half hour you have almost squirted you little peenie in delight at showing off you sexy debutant outfit and have fallen head over heels over another sissy tart! "In addition, you have agreed to submit your virginity, and so you will to Sir John. Tonight he will claim his prize and you shall truly become a sissy-girl. From this there is no turning back. Do you accept and understand all of this, Dani?" I looked into her powerful eyes and said, "Yes, Mummy dear, I accept that I am a sissy, I will be presented to your society as a sissy, and I willingly give Master Sir John my virginity." "Well said, my dear sissy son and perhaps someday my daughter. Now listen carefully to the events of this evening. "First you and I will stand in a receiving line for a least an hour. You will meet many people whom Sir John and I have known for years. I dare say you will find many of them extremely interesting. You will meet other sissies of every stripe. They range from at least one permanently kept as an infant to several living as wives to prominent men. You will also meet people involved in darker preferences involving bondage and discipline. You will be fully accepting of everyone's preference without exception. Not that such a simpering sissy nancyboy should ever be judgmental in the first place! "Men will be addresses as 'Sir,' women as 'Ma'am,' other sissies as 'Miss,' and submissive males as 'boy.' "You will do a little bob-curtsey as you did with us earlier to all men and women. Air kiss back if you are air kissed, otherwise kiss a hand if offered - by either a man or woman, and offer your hand where appropriate. You will refer to Sir John, and only Sir John, as Master. "All of this is simply common sense for a sissy, and as you have been brought up with good manners, it should not present a problem even to your cluttered, sex obsessed sissy mind this evening. Do you follow me, Dani?" "Yes Mummy dear, I do." Mummy continued in a business like manner, "You will pose nicely for the photographer and smile at everyone. Save that cunning little smile only for the cutest real men or most beautiful sissies. "I rather doubt that anyone will be asking you about quantum mechanics this evening. In fact, I doubt they will wish to speak to you much at all - frankly, my dear, most of them will only be thinking about using your pretty pouty mouth or tight sissy love hole. You must accept the fact that you, presented as you are right now, are simply a submissive sex object! If you do speak try to emulate Millicent's soft lisp. "However, take great comfort in this, sweetie, there are very few other sex objects on the face of this good earth who are quite as appealing as you! You are simply strikingly beautiful this evening. "Do not let it go to your head and remember your place as a submissive simpering nancyboy sissy as well as your obligations to me as your mother and Sir John as your Master - both of us can be very stern disciplinarians and will not hesitate the punish you. Sexually you belong to Sir John and only Sir John. "As to the schedule: after the receiving line we will mingle for about a half hour and then take our places for dinner. You will sit between Sir John and me. During dinner several toasts will be made. You, of course, do not drink to toasts made to you, but may sip if a toast is made to anyone else such as Sir John. Always remember to sweetly smile and maintain your best sissy deportment. "As we are finishing dessert, I shall make a toast to you. After that Sir John and I will escort you to the dance floor where you will be given flowers and sweetly curtsey to the party. Sir John will then take you in his arms, kiss you and dance with you. You will look into his eyes lovingly - I dare say not a difficult task - so everyone will know that you are completely his. Later as other gentlemen cut in to dance with you, maintain a more discrete distance as you are spoken for. "After the dancing, you will join Sir John and me for a bit. Later you will be led away by Maria and prepared for your Master's pleasure. You will receive further instructions at that time - no need to further clutter that sweet little sissy mind of yours now. "Any questions, sweetie?" "Yes, Mummy, I am not sure I know how to dance as a girl," I replied. "Excellent point. You have been well schooled through dance lessons at the club as you grew up so therefore it is only a matter of reversing a few things." Mummy thought for a moment and then, said in a commanding voice, "Henrietta, come here!" My stepfather began walking towards here form the corner of the room where he had silently stood since I entered the room. Something was strange about him. He was dressed in a tuxedo that looked normal enough, but something was different. When he arrived before Mummy he bowed, somewhat stiffly and said, "Yes, Mistress, may I be of assistance?" Well, now some pieces were fitting together. Clearly he was totally submissive, even groveling to her. "But 'Henrietta,'" I thought, "Was he a sissy too?" "Henrietta, Dani needs some help in practicing dancing as a woman and I want to save the real man for her important dance so you will be her dummy man, a role certainly befitting you," Mummy sneered mockingly. Ouch! He again bowed to her and meekly said, "Yes, Mistress." Sir John remained by the fireplace with an amused look on his face. "Henrietta" walked over to me and extended his hands in a dancing position. Despite being distracted by his pink painted nails, I tried to sort out my female position putting one hand about his shoulders. As we came together I could not help but to notice a very hard device covering his genital area. What was that? He seemed to be locked in some form of device. I let my hand slip down his back to discover the obvious outline of a very tight corset. Despite my mind wandering about Henrietta's plight, I soon got the knack. Hands held a little differently and submissively follow - easy for a sissy, really. Mummy finally said, "I think she has it Henrietta. You may return to your corner until called upon to 'tip' the caterers." With another bow he returned to the corner. Sir John took over. "May I escort you two lovely ladies to the ball?" Taking us each by the arm we proceeded to walk to the tent and my presentation. I hugged him close to me, feeling his manly strength. Arm in arm Sir John, Mummy and I left the library and proceeded to the party tent. I was amazed by the activity. Servants darted about making final preparations. Sir John's house, elegant on a bad day, radiated this evening. Flowers seemed to be everywhere and I took in their lovely scent. Somehow things like that meant so much more to me now. Fleeting before my eyes were a couple more maids in their beautiful taffeta black dresses floating on seas of puffy white petticoats. At the entry to the tent were two Adonis-like men, muscles ripping on them where I never thought muscles existed. Their eyes scanned everywhere as if looking for trouble. Sir John mentioned that they were his security officers, Willy and Hans. I thought they were hunks! My, what a difference a mere twenty four hours can make! The tent was white with tasteful pink silk accents and flowers everywhere. The lighting was soft and subtle. Light classical music was coming from a string group in one corner. As we stopped after entering the tent to survey it, Sir John looked at me and said, "This is all for you, my sweet sissy. This is your night!" My mind raced. Talk about the proverbial ton of bricks! Getting hit by a Bus! Or a runaway freight train? My night? Me? Moi? Sissy Debutant? Totally, publicly outted! A sissy for evermore! Oooh my God! Look at me! A sissy confection in white bridal satin and lace - everything that was supposed to be concealed, cleverly exposed! The penultimate nancyboy simpering sissy awaiting her final sissification! Presented and then deflowered! My legs literally went weak! Had it not been for Mummy on one side and Master on the other I would have ended up quite the puddled mess on the floor! "Yes, sissy, this is your life," they both chorused laughing, but in deadly seriousness. It was one of the great sea change moments of my life. "Dani, you will be under your mother's control until I dance with you. You will obey her completely! Utterly! Do you understand this? I do not want to be disappointed, even in the slightest. I am giving you my greatest gift later this evening and you must prove yourself worthy!" I almost whimper, "Yes, Master, but it just so overwhelming for a sissy." "Do you want to have this evening to happen, sissy?" he pressed on. Looking first at my feet in their lovely bowed satin heels, drawing yet another bustier-truncated deep breath, I looked back up at Sir John and said, "Yes, Master, I do from the very bottom of my sissy heart!" "Then it shall be so my sweet sissy. You will be presented and known as such. Then you shall give yourself fully to me. Tomorrow you shall awake a new and a far, far better person!" "Now, go with your mother and obey her every wish." After affirming both my submission and desire to be a sissy, Mummy led me to an area set off from the entrance, surrounded by floral arrangements, that was clearly meant as the receiving position. A pretty sissy maid discreetly stood by us holding a tray of tulip champagne glasses, the two Adonis's guarded the entry, the music played on. We were ready! And here came the guests! The first batch of guests seemed to surrealistically flow by me. I curtsied, offered my hand and did what was required, but hardly remember a moment of it. I just was floating on sissy cloud. A short pause after the first rush of guests allowed me to catch my breath and collect my wits just a little bit. The pretty sissy maid stepped forward and offered Mummy and I a glass of champagne. Mummy put her hand on my arm and said, "Dani, you are doing beautifully. Take a sip of wine, calm yourself and try to savor the moment." Just then came two strikingly attractive couples. Both gentlemen were in the Sir John Alfa Male mode - handsome, reeking accomplishment and exuding quiet confident power. My little sissy heart skipped a beat. On each man's arm was a younger woman, one more beautiful than the other, both dressed in the very finest designer gowns that sensuously clung to their perfect figures. Hair, makeup and accessories were fashion magazine perfect. These two women not only redefined "arm candy," but took it to an entirely new level. Mummy warmly greeted all four of them and then introduced them to me, "Dani, these are Mr. and Mrs. Prendergast and Lord and Lady Homequest. I did my little curtsey bob as my hand was taken by each gentleman and lightly kissed. The two ladies nodded their approval of me, one saying, "Oh, Constance, she is so beautiful and has so much promise." The other adding with a smile, "Thank God we don't have to compete with her! She will have her pick of the very, very best!" I looked again at them. Perfect as they were, could they be sissies? Was that a strange bulge I saw below one's waist? Mummy sensed this and said, "Yes, sweetie they are girls just like you, just older and more refined. You soon shall realize how prized you special girls are, particularly ones who look as well as those girls and you do." "Could I ever look like them? Oooh my God!" I thought. Several more people seemed to flash by as was I contemplated living a glamorous life as the sissy bride of a strong and powerful Alpha Male. A woman arrived with two extraordinary sissies literally in tow. She was singularly elegant in a party oozing elegance - tall and graceful with her dark hair in a high tight bun, which perfectly contrasted her alabaster skin and defined makeup. Her dark red lips and matching nails glistened. Equally striking was her outfit. She worn a shimmering very high neck ivory satin blouse, perfectly tailored to her slim figure. The blouse buttoned up in back and draped provocatively over her amply bosom. Her black moir? satin skirt had a broad waistband accentuating her natural womanly curves and continued to the floor. Its slight dirndl shape made the most wonderful and seductive sound as she moved in her high black patent heels. However, if she was breathtaking, her sissies were equally so! They were sissy blouse boys, as I later came to know them as. All I knew at the time was they were cute! One was dressed in pink and the other in baby blue. I looked at each from the floor up. Each had shiny patent leather Mary Janes with two inch heels that matched his outfit. Above their shoes were the most darling white short little girl socks ending just above their ankles in a ring of frilly lace that matched their outfits. Under their cute socks were white stay-up leggings that ended just over the knee with large white satin bows. Both wore rather brief satin shorts with side bows, much like mine, securing the lacy bottom hems firmly to their thighs. From there the shorts blossomed out over their hips to end at a very tight wide waste band finished with a huge bow - again very similar to mine - in front. The amazing thing about their shorts was the buttons! Over their peenies and again on their back sides were many buttons. It appeared that their backsides could be undone to expose their little sissy fannies. In front, the buttons were undone just enough to revel their stiff little peenies and tiny pink purses, which were fitted with the apparently ever popular peenie petals and pointed almost straight up! Attached to each peenie was a broad white satin ribbon finished with pretty bows on each end that extended to their Mistress' hand. The blouses were even more amazing. Pink boy had a silk blouse trimmed with many white ruffles that tightly encased his chest, showing his puffy little nipples beautifully. The sleeves were short with huge puffs ending in a tight cuff and bow matching the short's bottoms. The neck, which ended in sweet ruffles and lace, was very high, even higher than mine, and had the biggest sissy bow I had ever seen under his chin. Blue boy's blouse had the same sleeves and bodice, but its neck was a very high collar extending to the very top of his head. It was secured in place with an impossible number of cute little buttons. Both blouses were tightly buttoned up the back with divine little pearls. The boys had cute little while lace gloves, pretty matching beaded bracelets and carried in one hand a dainty matching hankie and in the other hand a tiny little satin bag, both held with limp wrists and girlie-like bent fingers. Their longish hair was boyishly combed and their faces were made up with cute little girl colors. Huge rouge circles appeared on their cheeks. Darling was the only word that came to mind. The woman was introduced to me a Mrs. Kane. My little sissy curtsey went a bit deeper in reverence to her. "Just divine Constance, just divine!" she exclaimed as she allowed her two boys to approach me. "Boys, this is a true princess soon to be girlie sissy. Isn't she just beautiful?" The boys just squeaked and gushed, their little peenies becoming extremely distressed as they bowed to me. "Don't either one of you dare squirt on her lest you will receive the caning of your sissy life!" Mrs. Kane admonished. At the mention of that their peenies seemed to relax considerably. With a tug to their peenie leashes, they were off to the party. During another brief lull, Mummy leaned over to me, "You seem to be having fun, sweetie, and you certainly are quite the hit. You carry yourself as if you have been doing this for years, not hours! I am very proud of you! I have not seen a man or sissy pass us yet who didn't have a little tent in his trousers or knickers!" "Oh, Mummy, I think that a large part of that is their reaction to you. From what I've seen you are dressed in a manner to make any submissive drop to his or her knees to kiss your boots!" - Something that I certainly had consider and was amazed that had not happened! Mummy was having a ball and in a giddy mood that I had never seen before. "The evening's young my dear sissy...just wait and Mummy will show you!" I now seemed to be getting the hang of it and was having a ball. The more sissy I acted, the most sissy I became. The song "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" ran through my mind. The lull ended with yet another bizarre sight. A clearly dominate woman approached with what appeared a very large baby in tow. The woman was elegant and dressed in a full white satin blouse with a large neck bow and full sleeves ending in long tight cuffs that were closed with many satin covered buttons. Her matching skirt was quite tight with a high slit going up her left leg. She appeared to be the elegant mummy for the baby following her on a satin ribbon leash tied to the baby's flapping right wrist with a huge bow. The baby was entirely in pink except for white ruffle and lace trimming. She wore the largest bonnet I have even seen. Mittens and booties covered her hands and feet. In her left hand she was clutch a little doll. Her baby dress had very puffy short sleeves and billowed out from its pretty smocked top at almost as forty-five degree angle to end is a sea of lace and frills just below her waist. Clearly visible beneath her short dress were very large and puffy panties with at least as many frills as her bonnet. It appeared that not only were they lined in some sort of plastic but also that there was a diaper pinned up under them. Mummy greeted the woman warmly, complimenting her on how nice her little baby looked and introduced them to me, "Dani this is another old friend, Mrs. Clarissa Clearwater, and her perennial child, Baby Sheila." "Oh, Constance, she is so pretty." Mrs. Clearwater. "Perhaps when she gets into proper petticoats and sissy dresses she would like to baby sit my little Sheila?" I did my little bob curtsey and smiled at the cute baby, who replied by making various infant sounds - no doubt in large part due to the pacifier firmly lodged in her mouth and secured by a broad pink ribbon running back under her bonnet. Yes, something did make me want to play mummy-babysitter to this sweet baby. In a noticeably change, a distinguished looking gentleman with another of those incredibly beautiful girls on his arm approached us. Mummy seemed delighted to see him and they exchanged a brief kiss to the lips - rare for Mummy, she must not only like but also respect him as a peer. He introduced his lady friend as Julie and mentioned that she was the current cover girl for Pantyboy magazine. My jaw dropped. Julie was a sissy as well? She was better looking than the current Vogue cover girl! Thoughts of growing up like Julie flashed through my muddled sissy brain. Just to be able to wear a dress like hers - clearly it was a designer's original and clung to her slim beautiful body like a glove. Julie was indeed breathtaking, but interestingly I noted that she had a flat bosom, even though very puffy and pointed nipples provocatively pointed through the sheer material. In a very direct manner it somehow made her more exotic and sexy. And, by the way, just what was this Pantyboy Magazine? I did have to find out more about that! Mummy interrupted my fleeting fantasies with, "Dani, this is an old a very dear friend, Fred Gingerman, internationally known author, raconteur and scholar." He took my hand to kiss it as I gave him my little sissy curtsey dip and flashed him my best "killer" coquette smile. He was handsome in the same manner as Sir John. I seemed drawn to those strong mature men. Certainly my little twinkie was twittering about in his presence! As I exchanged a sissy air kiss with Julie, I heard Mr. Gingerman tell Mummy, "Oh, Connie, she is going to be a world class heartbreaker. She's just beautiful and such a naturally submissive sissy. Keep her well under hand - preferable while over your knee, and with a firm Master near." The line was picking up again. Mummy, nudged me and said, "Watch this and learn." An elegant couple approached us, quite normal looking by the party's standards. The woman was extremely confident, but the man seemed to have that defeated look my stepfather has earlier. He also appeared to be walking in a stilted manner with his eyes casts to the floor. The woman warmly embraced Mummy and both seemed deeply delighted to see each other, the man being completely ignored. Their embrace went on far longer than any of the previous ones Mummy had offered. As they shared their obviously very personal greeting I noted that the woman was dressed in a very similar manner as Mummy. Everything was jet black to match her striking mange of hair. She, as well, wore both shoulder length kid gloves and thigh boots with very high heels, but her boots were laced up their entire front. Her dress was a skintight floor length sheath, slit down the front exactly like Mummy's and again slit from the floor to her hip on both sides. About her waist was the exact same belt with emblem that Mummy wore - "Were they members of some society?" I wondered. "Is Percy behaving?" Mummy inquired. The other woman rolled her eyes and offered, "Well, wimps never really do behave, do they? Where's Henry?" "Henrietta is 'tipping' the caterer's staff in the best way, and only, she is able to," Mummy laughed. "You might consider it for your wimp. There's a second trolley out there." Then with a sly smile, she added, "Oh, Electra, I can't seem to recall if we did a place card for Percy at dinner. Perhaps other more fitting arrangement would indeed be a good idea." Mummy then glared at poor, and now visibly distraught, Percy, tapping her boot and said, "Well, Percy, have you forgotten how to show your respect to a superior?" "Percy! Do it!" the woman sharply said. With that, a very shaky Percy went to his knees and reverently kissed the toes of Mummy's boots. Mummy winked at me and three of us exchanged grins. "Percy," the woman continued, "now show your respect to the sissy as well and be sure not to drool on her beautiful satin shoes! See the wimp even submits to little pantywaist nancyboy sissies. Percy, you have to be a real man to get above that sissy's little toe. Now crawl over to the bar and get me a drink." The two women laughed at Percy crawling away as Mummy introduced me to poor Percy's far "better half." "Sweetie, this is Electra Von Hellwigg, a very, very dear friend," I made sure I executed a perfect dip curtsey to this powerful woman and said, "This sissy is honored to meet you, Ma'am." She smiled at me and said, "You are quite lovely my dear and more importantly, you appear to have come to an understanding as to who and what you are. Better yet, you instinctively recognize your superiors!" I smiled back at her and then dipped my eyes downward. "Yours is the far better path than poor Percy's. Some males are men, others are sissies and there really is no in-between. I think you realize where you fit in." Then glancing back at Mummy as she departed, she said in a sexy throaty voice, "Later Connie?" Mummy smiled and added, "I would enjoy that very much, let's talk at dinner. Either Hans or Willy will sort out Percy for you." Another beautiful auburn-ash haired beautiful lady and a beyond belief sissy were next in line. They, as well, were giggling at the unfortunate Percy's plight. "Millie," announced Mummy in a gleeful voice, "and with the forever perfectly prissy sissy Stevie in tow!" She warmly hugged and kisses them both. It seemed that I was about to meet not one, but a brace of icons - designer and sissy muse in one fell swoop. Both were striking. Millie was natural curvy woman with beautiful features. She seemed kind with am impish sense of humor. Stevie out sissied anything I had ever considered. Her outfit was as revealing as mine, maybe more so as her cute little sissy titties were proudly sticking out from a satiny sea of ruffles and lace, just waiting for good plucking. Her little peenie, also be-petaled, was leaky stiff. She was a ball of silk and satin sissy froth, and so completely delighted to be just that. Now here was a frilly sissy very much at peace with herself! I bet the boys just loved this little be- frocked bundle! Millie came up to me, and I took her hand, curtsied and gently kissed it. She mentioned how pretty I was. All I could say was, "Oh, Ma'am, I so hope someday you might design one for your creations for me." "Oh, dear Dani, but I already have. I already have!" She smiled and turned her attention to the nearby partiers. Stevie came up and hugged me deeply. Welcome to the very bestest little club on the face of the planet, sweetie! You will have a ball...in fact," she giggled, "you will have many, many balls! I blushed as we both giggled and gave each other that electric sex crazed sissy lust leer. Then Stevie, smiling like the proverbial Cheshire cat, disappeared into a well-tented group of men! Several sissies came through in a giggling gaggle of silk, satin and frills. After all gave Mummy extraordinarily deep and respectful curtsies, we all gushed at one-another and complimented the pretty outfits. "This is fun," I thought, but I did want one of the frilly petticoats and fluffy sissy dresses. "They are divine!" However, one sissy who trailed behind the others was quite different. She gave Mummy a bob curtsey and took Mummy's gloved hand in hers to respectfully kiss it. "So nice to see you again, Sina, and you do look breathtaking tonight. Are all those pretty sissies yours, my dear?" Mummy chuckled. "It is always an honor to rest my eyes on the world's most beautiful Domme, Ma'am," replied the striking girl in a Swiss accent. Giggling, she replied, "Well maybe a couple, but I think I just found my priority of the evening," her eyes going over to where Stevie was holding forth. Mummy just retuned a knowing smile. Sina was dressed in the sexiest latex outfit imaginable. Her long floor length bright red dress clung to her very slim body as if it were painted on. The dress, itself, was slit deeply in front going down to her navel with her tantalizing small cleavage displayed on the way down. She wore shoulder length matching red latex gloves that were perfect for her slim arms and wrists. Her long dark hair and eyes contrasted perfectly with the dress. As she turned away from Mummy, I saw that the back of her skirt was also daringly slit from the floor completely up to her waist! She was wearing matching red patent thigh-high boots with huge heels. Her slim thighs were covered in high shiny stockings that glistened. They were attached to multiple garter suspenders that framed the cutest little thong-covered - if one may consider that covered at all - sissy bum imaginable. She came up to me and offered her gloved hand for my kiss, "And this must be the Dani we have so long awaited. Mistress, she is beautiful beyond anything I imagined! I blushed and my curtsey grew a lot deeper. This girl seemed to excite as much as the sweet sissy maid Millicent, but in an entirely different way that I could not quite understand at the time. After a few very attractive men in tailored tuxedoes passed, obviously in urgent pursuit the previous sissies, Mummy looked about and proclaimed, "We are done here, time to join the party!" She took my arm and Mother and sissy joined the milling partygoers. If the receiving line was incredible, the party itself was even more so. Off to one corner was the unfortunate Percy was being led away by the two security hunks with a terrified look on his face. Near the dance floor the two sissy boys were madly rubbing their little peenies together while at least ten amused guests watched. Soon they both erupted and squealed in high-pitched voices as sissy cream spurted through the air. Meanwhile, Stevie had closed in on a particularly handsome man and was cooing as he fondled her exposed titties. That cute Mr. Gingerman was holding court and signing autographs for several drooling sissies. Other frilly sissies had gathered about Millie pining away for new fashion ideas and reveling at descriptions of her new designs. Sir John was quietly chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Prendergast. The photographer's camera was flashing madly, trying to catch the fervor the party was taking on. Lord and Lady Homequest were being photographed for a society magazine. Mummy saw me staring at Millicent, the sissy maid and said, "You are quite taken with her aren't you?" I blushed and cast my eyes downward. "It's perfectly acceptable, my sweet. You sissies not only are naturally attracted to one-another, but also actually need each other. She is an extraordinarily pretty girl as well." "Mummy, why is she a maid and not like some of the other sissies who are guests? She is actually more beautiful than most of them," I asked. "Sweetie, some girls prefer being maids and take comfort in the submission to service it provides. Millicent is one such girl, at least right now in her life. In any event, all sissies should be fully trained as maids, both real men and women greatly appreciate it." I then noticed Maria and Anna quietly standing and holding hands. Maria, the darker of the two, was dressed in a short white gown and Anna, the blonde, was dressed in a matching black gown. I smiled at both of them and mouthed a "thank you." They smiled and blew me a kiss. Mummy spotted Electra and started towards her as Millicent approached me with a fresh glass of champagne. Our eyes met and that electricity began flowing between us. "Miss Dani, if I may say so, you are so beautiful," she gushed. I started to say something, but found myself at a loss for words and recklessly leaned forward and tenderly kissed her on the lips. Although I deeply desired Sir John, there was something so special about that beautiful sissy. We somewhat awkwardly separated and gazed into each other's eyes, not knowing exactly what to say. "I could be punished for so openly flirting with you Miss Dani," she said. However, I just cannot keep myself from it." I smiled back at her and said, "Millicent, to me you're the most beautiful sissy here tonight. I hope we can get to know each other better." "Well, well, it really doesn't take long for two beautiful sissies to find one-another, does it?" a familiar voice behind me said. I turned to find Sir John standing there. Aghast, I put my hand to my mouth, letting out a little sissy squeal. "Do not worry my pet. It was inevitable that you two would be attracted to each other," he said. "However, tonight you have a rather busy dance card my dear. Anyway, it's time to be seated for dinner and I'm here to escort you to our table." Putting my arm in his, he said, "Now come along sweet sissy." "Oh, by the way, I had a chat with Millie who is quite taken with you. She wants you to be a runway model in her next show!" He winked at me and added, "Perhaps I will send Millicent along to keep you company. She also is a favorite of Millie's, and I want her to expand into other non-maid frilly sissy dresses." "Could heaven be any better?" I thought to myself as I grasped his strong arm even harder. Please tell me what you think about my story [email protected] *** (c) 2005 by sissystevie. All Rights Reserved. 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