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Miss Priss By Cheryl Lynn The copyright is held by the author. Permission is granted for personal enjoyment and download. Absolutely no permission is authorized for pay site or other payment download or use. If FORCED feminization is not your cup of tea do not read or negatively comment. This is a work of pure fiction and features dominant women. The spring sky was gray and overcast with a slight misty rain falling. The attractive woman in a dark brown business suit carried an umbrella in her left hand while tightly holding a young man's hand in her right. The young man was carrying a suitcase in his free hand. He did not look pleased. They stopped in front of a beautifully carved Mahogany and glass entranceway and the woman pushed the buzzer. It was obvious that who ever lived here was very wealthy. "Please Mum; don't make me stay with her!" The young man pleaded. "She's really weird Mum and I don't like her. She treats me like a little kid. I'm more than old enough to take care of myself and Billy's Mom said I could stay with them. Please Mum!" "Pumpkin, I don't have any choice in the matter. I don't know Billy's family and I don't particularly like the thought of you being raised by strangers. Your Aunt Dexa is the only person that I can trust to take care of you. We've gone over this at least a hundred times already and I have a plane to catch. This job is just too important to lose and I have to be there no later than tomorrow evening." "Malaysia is no place for you to be by yourself. With all the travel required, I won't have the time to take care of you. Your Aunt is a bit ditzy at times, I know, but she is my very best friend in the world. She's not your real aunt, but she will take very good care of you. Maybe after I get settled, in a year or so, I will send for you." "Mum, I am old enough to take care of myself!" He argued back. "I don't think she likes me anyway. Why else would she send me such crappy gifts? I mean, who in their right mind would wear that black velvet short set she sent me last Christmas? She's a ding bat Mum!" "Well, maybe if you got your hair cut like I have been asking and grew a bit, she wouldn't think of you as a young child. I've asked you a million times to get it cut and to go out for sports. But no! You like it long and would rather play those silly computer games than get some exercise." "I don't just play computer games. I swim all the time over at Billy's place. Mum, come on, please." He was begging now. As far as his long hair was concerned he liked it that way. He felt that it made him fit in with the kids at school better. He was thin and small for his age, but took pride in the fact that he could easily out swim everyone in his class. He couldn't help it if he wasn't a macho man, but he was confident enough in himself that no one really picked on him at school. "Not another word!" His Mother said firmly. "Oh, I hear someone coming. Now let's see a big smile and give me a kiss before I go. The cab is waiting and I can't stay." The ornate door was opened by a tall and rotund woman of about middle age wearing a gray dress with white pin stripes and white cotton bibbed apron. "Miss Darla, welcome and you too dear," she said. "Please come in out of this nasty weather. Miss Dexa is waiting in the breakfast nook." "I'm sorry Miss Labeaux, but the cab is waiting and I can't stay a moment longer. Please give Dexa my love and my thanks for taking in my boy. Tell her that I'll get in touch as soon as I can. Now Pumpkin, give us a kiss and a big smile. I have really got to go or I'll miss my plane." Oooo Ms. Labeaux quickly took charge of the young man and ushered him into the breakfast nook. Miss Dexa was seated at the table wearing a flowing peach chiffon negligee eating a melon. She was an imposing woman even sitting down. She was tall and like Ms Labeaux large though not over weight and very pretty in the face. It was early morning, yet her make up was immaculate. Her dark brown hair was in a feathered pageboy that caressed her face. The young man stood there beside her chair fidgeting and looking very uncomfortable as she examined him. The condescending smile that broke out on Miss Dexa's face did not alter his feelings about this woman. She scared him. "Well child, curtsey to Madame!" ordered Ms. Labeaux. The confused young man looked up at the towering woman. "What's the matter little one? Don't you know how to properly present yourself to adults? Here, watch me and from now on before addressing your elders, you will curtsey. It is a sign of respect!" Ms. Labeaux said. Still quite confused, he watched as she placed her right foot behind her left heel, grabbed her skirts and did a quick bob. As he watched, the young man was wondering if the woman was crazy or something. He couldn't imagine in his wildest dreams that a man of his age would have to perform such a silly stunt. He couldn't remember ever seeing anyone do something like that. His confused look disappeared into one of pain as Ms. Labeaux pinched his left earlobe between her thumb and forefinger. "Do it, you silly child!" She ordered. Quickly, he did his best to copy the movement he had been shown. He just didn't know what to do with his hands as he wasn't wearing skirts. "Before the day is through child, you will learn how to properly curtsey I can assure you." She said as she released his ear. He started to rub his ear when she slapped his hand away and told him to stand at attention. "Such an awkward beginning my darling," Ms. Dexa stated as he assumed the correct position. "But you will learn I'm sure. Now spin around for me so that I can get a good look at you. Yes, I see potential in you child. Between Ms. Labeaux and myself I am quite positive that by the time you rejoin your mother you will be a perfect angle." She paused to make sure that she had his full attention before continuing, "It is my sincerest belief that the children of today are entirely too rebellious and undisciplined. Your mother has told me of the trouble you have caused her. You have a history of shop lifting and fights, horrible school grades, and your unwillingness to listen to her. Well this is going to stop as of today. From now on, you will be obedient, you will listen to your elders, you will be a good student when school resumes in the fall, and you will be tolerant of others. I am making this my mission in life. When I finish with you darling, you will be the little angel that you should have been all along." "Ms. Labeaux," she continued as she turned her attention to the other woman. "I think that our preparations will prove satisfactory. Other than that horrible tan he has ....so damaging to the delicate skin....I think the salon can take care of that problem...His hair is long enough and the child does appear to have a little too much baby fat. We can take care of that. Why don't you take the child, as we discussed, and see that everything is ready for the salon appointment? I am so glad I thought to make an appointment ahead of time." She looked down at the young man then and said, "Darling, you go with Ms. Labeaux and do everything she says or we will have to discipline you and.... I'd really hate to begin our relationship so soon with a severe spanking. Now shoo." Oooo "Come along child it is time for you to take your bath and get ready for your appointment at the salon," Ms. Labeaux stated as they entered a very feminine bathroom. This room featured a large oval pale pink marble tub with gold fixtures. The flooring was done in an opalescent white tile with a large fluffy bright pink throw rug. The tub was filled with bubbles and smelled of pot puree. He didn't like the room the minute he was ushered into it. "I already took a shower this morning. I don't need a bath!" He exclaimed furiously. Ms. Labeaux turned a furious eye upon him and in a venomous tone said, "Child! What did I tell you about showing the proper respect to an elder? You will curtsey and wait for the adult to recognize you. Now let me see a proper curtsey!" He looked at her for a moment. She must be crazy, he thought. However, the tone of her voice made him decide that performing was the better part of valor. When she still just glared at him, he started to tell her again that he had already bathed that morning. Before he could do more than open his mouth, she grabbed him around the waist. She easily pulled him up and over her ample hips as she sat on the commode. Settling him across her lap, she reached over to the counter top and grabbed the wooden hair brush. It did not take long to have the young man cowering in tears. He was stood up right and told to curtsey and apologize for his transgression. The young man did as he was told. "From now on child, remember that you are to be seen and not heard. You will speak only after you have been given permission and you will do everything that you are told without question. Grown ups know what is best for wayward children and you are no exception. Now get undressed!" Still sniveling he began to undress. When he got to his boxers, he looked up at her with hope in his eyes that she would leave him alone. She wouldn't stay to watch me take a bath would she, he asked himself. "Come on! We don't have all day," she exclaimed. "You don't have anything to hide. I've seen it all." Embarrassed, he turned a deep beet red as he pulled his shorts down. He kept staring at the floor as he couldn't bring himself to look into her eyes as she closely examined him. "My, my you are a hairy little child aren't you? Well, the salon will take care of that. Now get into the tub," she demanded. If he thought that he was embarrassed by having to take down his shorts, it was a hundred times worse as she began to scrub every inch of his body. Ms. Labeaux took a natural sponge and a bar of flowery smelling soap and began to scrub every inch of his body. She finished up by ducking his head under water and shampooing his long hair. Out of the tub, he was blotted dry in a big fluffy pink towel and dusted in a floral powder. From the bathroom, he was taken into a very feminine bedroom wrapped in the towel. His damp hair was contained in a very bright pink satin turban. The room was painted in pale pink with a floral boarder and the wooden floors covered in fluffy white throw rugs. The majority of the room was filled with a canopied double bed. The canopy was in pretty pale purple chiffon with matching satin comforter, pillow shams and skirting. A porcelain Victorian doll sat between the pillows. Two night stands stood at each side of the bed and draped in lavender chiffon. On the top of each side table stood a lamp which was a copy of the Victorian doll. At the foot of the bed was a hope chest. Against the wall was placed a vanity again skirted in lavender chiffon with a matching satin seat. On the walls were pictures of pretty young girls in Victorian dress or ballerina outfits. It was a very feminine room indeed. The young man wanted to vomit. She sat him on the vanity stool while she went to a nearby dresser and began removing clothing. Returning to where he sat, she handed him a pair of glimmering pale pink nylon bloomers with four rows of white ruffled lace at the knee length legs. "Put this on child," she instructed. The look in her eyes made him comply. Next, she handed him a matching camisole with white eyelet lace across the bodice. He reluctantly put the clothing on. His complexion still a vibrant pink from the embarrassment of having to do such an unmanly thing almost matched the color of his lingerie. A white satin blouse with full sleeves and lace at the cuffs were secured with four small pearl buttons came next. He almost resisted when she handed him a pair of blue velvet shorts to put on, but remembering his spanking grudgingly did as commanded. As he finished buttoning the sailor fly, she handed him a pair of white nylon socks and a pair of navy Mary Jane styled shoes to put on. A matching jacket soon followed. The final indignity was a large fluffy blue silk kerchief which was tied around his neck. "There, there all done," she said as she pulled the bottoms of the bloomers out from under his shorts to expose the pretty lace. "At least you are beginning to look like a proper child. Now let's fix your hair and we can go meet Ms. Dexa." She didn't spend much time with his hair. The turban was removed and the hair parted down the middle and put into a page boy style. She blew dried it and with a quick spurt of a floral smelling perfume grabbed his hand and took him back to Ms. Dexa. He felt like a total dork dressed this way and tears began to trickle down his face. Damn, I look like a total geek dressed like this, he thought as he followed hand in hand with Ms. Labeaux. Ooooo The salon looked expensive and exclusive. It was done all in pinks and whites with a lot of gold leaf lettering. As he got out of the car, hand held securely by Ms. Labeaux, the young man trembled in absolute fear. It was hard for him to walk into that imposing building, but he had no choice. On the way over, it was explained to him very graphically what his punishment would be if he misbehaved. They were met by a pretty lady in her early twenties and shown to seats while they waited for the stylist. The seating was all white leather and very comfortable. He was instructed to sit with his knees together, heels touching, and to place his hands in his lap. While they waited, the receptionist brought them tea and a few cookies. The young man couldn't bring himself to either drink or eat; he was too terrified of what was coming to do that. After what seemed like an eternity to him, a woman of about thirty came over to them and introduced herself as the stylist. She was pretty and immaculately made up. Dressed in a billowing pink satin smock and a black straight skirt with sheer black hose and matching two inch heels, she steered them into a private room. There he was told to undress and naked, except for a pink plastic shower cap, taken to an adjoining room. It was like a bathroom except it contained a sunken wading like pool smelling strongly of flowers and a shower stall. The stylist after putting on a rubber apron began smoothing a rich thick cream all over his body with the exception of his face. Told to stand still until instructed otherwise, the three women talked softly so that he couldn't hear what was being said. His skin began to burn and smell like rotten eggs. When he thought that he couldn't stand it anymore, he was told to get under the shower. As he washed, his skin began to shed all its hair. He gasped in both surprise and horror as the hair flowed down the drain including his pubic thatch. Coming out of the shower with his skin burning and his hands trying to cover his denuded groin, he was directed into the pool. While he stood ankle deep in the slick feeling warm soothing water, the stylist began rubbing his skin in a fragrant floral lotion. The smell of the lotion was offset by the cooling of his burning body. Blushing bright red as her hands covered even his most private parts, he stood obediently. He was allowed to relax up to his neck in the warm fragrant waters before being told to get out. He was wrapped in a large pink fluffy towel and led into another room where his entire body, including his face, was covered in another jelled lotion. His hair was again protected by a pink satin turban. Much to his surprise and bewilderment, he was then covered in a pale pink plastic wrap from the neck down. The young man felt just like a mummy when they had finished wrapping him. He was lifted onto a table and cucumber slices were placed over his eyes. He was instructed not to move or try to dislodge the cucumber slices as heat lamps were turned on. After awhile, he was turned over face down and allowed to cook for what seemed like forever. At last, he was pulled from the table and the plastic wrap removed. He was then allowed to soak in the pool. When he emerged, his skin was milky white and the tan he had worked so hard to get was gone. Another soaking in a floral lotion and he was taken to a styling chair. He was allowed to put on his pantaloons and camisole, but nothing else. They felt cool and silky against his skin, but were so light that he still felt naked. A pink plastic cape was secured about his neck, and another young woman entered the room and placed his right hand into a bowl of green liquid. He started to pull his hand away, but was told that it was for the manicure and he need not be afraid. The stylist began with a comb through, and then began a razor cut. His hair was parted down the middle and bangs were brushed over his eyes. The razor zipped over the comb as she began performing her makeover. Everything was happening so fast that the young man was totally confused and unable to do anything to stop these wild women. He was convinced that he had died and gone to hell. Only the fear of what Ms. Labeaux threatened to do to him kept him from struggling, but it was getting close. He wasn't sure just how long he could constrain himself. With every second, he was being changed. His once manly chest and pubic region was now bear of any hairs and his skin was as pale as moonlight. What were these crazy bitches doing to him, he wondered as the process of change continued. Would there be any me left when they have finished, he asked himself. At last the stylist put down her razor and picking up a pair of shears quickly trimmed his bangs just above his brows. As he watched the hair fall into his pink skirted lap, the young man began to first shiver and then crying uncontrollably tried to jump out of the chair. As he jumped for it, the manicurist jumped back and the dish went flying through the air. Only the quick reaction of Ms. Labeaux prevented him from getting out. Slammed back into the chair, he was held there until the stylist handed Ms. Dexa a cup of tea. "Darling, it's going to be alright," Ms. Dexa told him as she held the cup to his lips. "Here drink this. It will help. You don't want a public spanking here in the salon do you?" Trembling, he allowed Ms. Dexa to hold the cup to his lips. He drank the warm beverage in two big gulps. He was parched and the liquid helped ease his thirst. After a few minutes with Ms. Labeaux still holding him to the chair, he began to relax. He was given a second cup which he drank in slow sips while the three women stood back and talked softly. By the time he had finished the second cup, the young man was feeling very relaxed and carefree. "I think it best if we move on to the next step while he is manageable," Ms. Dexa said. The stylist nodded her head in agreement and tilted the chair all the way back. Ms. Labeaux folded the cape over the reclining boy's lap and removed his pantaloons. With gloved hands the stylist pushed the young man's testicles back up into his body and pulled his penis tightly back between his legs. Holding everything in place with one hand, she daftly coated the underside of the penis and inside folds of his scrotal sack with surgical glue and pressed them all together. She held her hands tightly over the now flat groin for a few moments then let go. The scrotal sack now surrounded the young man's penis holding it flat against the groin. She quickly added more glue to the area to ensure the tightness of the fit and manipulated the scrotal skin into a more feminine appearance. With his penis pointed down between his legs, he would have to sit and pee like a girl for the next few months. "There that should do it for the time being," the stylist said. "You will have to repeat this process about every two months if that is your desire ladies. However, I recommend that you let his testicles drop back out for awhile before you repeat this process. If they are kept inside his body too long, they will atrophy. Too much heat and the testicles will stop producing sperm and gradually shrink into uselessness. Now let me shampoo his hair. Ms. Labeaux would you please put his pantaloons back on." "Thank you dear. I appreciate your advice," Ms. Dexa replied. "You know how it is with children. Always wanting to experiment and such you know. I just want to make sure that my little angel here stays pure. Besides, I think with that little bulge out of the way his clothing will fit so much nicer. Don't you?" The stylist didn't reply, but turned the chair to the wash basin and began the shampoo. Soon the chair was upright and she was first sectioning and then applying a thick paste to the lower quarter and wrapping them in foil. She used a different solution on the rest of his hair. Wrapped in a plastic bonnet his head was then placed under a hairdryer. Thirty minutes later after another shampoo, she was sectioning and wrapping his hair onto small pink plastic rods. As she was doing this, the manicurist returned and began working on his finger nails. While he was once again under the dryer, the manicurist gave him a pedicure matching his toe nails in the same pale pink enamel. The young man was beginning to regain his faculties as his hair was being brushed out. Where once he had had blonde straight hair, it was now a platinum blonde with pink highlights in bouncing curls almost touching his shoulders. It would be a delight for any little girl. His brows had been plucked into fine feminine arches and a light dusting of powder, eye shadow in a pale pink, curled and darkened eye lashes, and a pale pink lip stick completed his transformation. Only his size and teeth marked him as anything but a little girl. He was still dazed as they redressed him and left the salon. He didn't once get a look into the mirror. They grabbed a quick bite of lunch and then it was off to the dentist. The young man was trying to gather his senses, but the effects of the drug were still holding him back. The small salad he had for lunch helped some, but he still felt groggy. He was beginning to feel normal again when someone in a white coat, injected something into his arm. Again, he fell back into la la land as his felt his mouth being wedged open. The high pitched whirr of the drill did not faze him nor when he felt pressure on his teeth did he react. The dentist had performed his job quickly and efficiently. The young man's teeth were now smaller and daintier looking and held in bright shiny silver braces. Oooo He awoke the next morning dazed and confused. As he felt the satin sheets and smelled the flowery air, he realized where he was. His mouth hurt something awful and he felt tightness in his groin that had not been there before. Slowly he sat up in bed and stifled a yawn due to the pain in his jaw. As he reached up to touch his jaw, he noticed that he was wearing a bright florescent pink satin night shirt. Touching his jaw tenderly, he felt across his lips and discovered something on his teeth. Opening his mouth, he touched his teeth and realized that he was now wearing braces. "Ughhhhhh," he tried to talk but it hurt. The bedroom door opened without a knock, and Ms. Labeaux walked in. She went over to the drapes and opened them to let the bright morning sunshine in. "I imagine that your jaw and mouth hurt some this morning darling," she said as she walked over to the bed. "We stopped over at the dentist office and had braces put on. Your teeth needed straitening something awful. I hope you show Ms. Dexa your appreciation at breakfast. Now let's get you out of bed and cleaned up. Can't keep Ms. Dexa waiting too long, now can we?" She took his hand and helped him out of bed telling him to put his feet into the fluffy pink bunny slippers. He reluctantly put his feet into the juvenile slippers and looked up at her. "Now child greet me properly," she instructed. He tried to comply, but was stopped and shown again how to do it correctly. This time he had a skirt to lift which annoyed him no end. Taking her hand he followed her into the bathroom. When she turned and closed the door, his almost fell to his knees in dismay as he saw his reflection in the full length mirror mounted there. His head was covered in a sheer pink nylon cap with ruffles around the brim that allowed some tendrils of hair to escape. Bright silver flashed across his teeth. He was wearing the sleep shirt that didn't quite cover his butt revealing a pair of matching nylon rumba styled panties. Shining pink nail polish gleamed back at him as his eyes caught the reflection of his fingers touching his mouth in shock. What almost brought him to his knees was a combination of the color and curls adorning the head and what appeared to be a too tall little girl. "Ooo my God!" he screeched hoarsely, "Wha da fuc have you don ta me!" His voice sounded strange to him and he kept feeling a sharp pin prick with every pronunciation. The dentist had attached a plastic liner to his upper mouth with a small stainless steel pin. The purpose of which was to keep him from pressing his tongue up against his upper teeth. This in effect made him sound more juvenile with a slight lisp. Standing in shocked surprise at hearing his own voice, he didn't have a chance as Ms. Labeaux grabbed him and placed him on her lap. The hair brush descended with powerful force on his panty covered backside. He was screaming as loud as his sore jaw would allow and when she had finished punishing him, jammed a piece of soap into his mouth. Holding her hand over his sore mouth, keeping the soap in place, she scolded him, "Child, what have I told you about speaking without permission and such foul language coming out such a sweet mouth. Well, perhaps after a taste of soap we can wash such filth right out of your vocabulary." When she finally released him, he was nauseated. Thankfully she allowed him to vomit into the commode. Soap scum came out of his nose stinging his eyes as what had been in his stomach came rushing out of his mouth. Coughing and with burning tears in his eyes, he was picked up and quickly stripped of his clothing. As he stood rubbing at his eyes, she began filling the bathtub. "Go ahead while the tub is filling and get your morning business done," she told him. He was beyond embarrassment now, and did as instructed. It was then that he became aware of what else had been done to him. He cried out in anguish and if he hadn't already started to pee would have gotten up and run for his life. Ms. Labeaux was beside him in a moment and any chance of getting away evaporated. "Oh! That! Is that all you are squawking about?" She asked. "Don't worry; it is just temporary provided you behave yourself. Stop that fussing right this minute Miss Priss! Would you like another session with my hair brush? Well, then, stop that crying. Oh, don't forget you will have to wipe now. Just make sure that you wipe front to back. Don't want you getting any infections or such. Now finish up the tub is almost full." The bathing ritual went by in a daze as she first replaced his sleep bonnet with a pink plastic shower cap. She thoroughly scrubbed his body. After the bath came the mouth rinse, brushing, the feminine deodorant, followed by body lotion and finally a dusting of floral scented powder. He barely noticed putting his feet back into the bunny slippers and Ms. Labeaux placing a pink chiffon negligee on him. Sitting him on the vanity stool, she went to the dresser and returned with his undergarments. A pair of bright yellow pantaloons with white lace detail at the waist and on the legs was followed by a matching camisole. Yellow nylon anklets with white ruffled lace and black Mary Jane shoes came next. Ms. Labeaux went into the closet and returned with a pale yellow poly short sleeved blouse with rounded collar featuring a hint of delicate lace trim in a darker yellow on a hanger in one hand. In the other, she held a pair of bright yellow velvet shorts featuring a sailor front closure with large gold buttons and satin suspenders trimmed in white lace. It wasn't until she pulled the lace trim of his pantaloons from under his skin tight shorts that the young man brought himself out of his gloom. He wanted to ask her why they were doing this to him. Since he couldn't curtsey sitting down didn't know what to do. Deciding to take a chance, he raised his hand. To his surprise she acknowledged him. "Yes, child did you want to say something?" She said looking him in the eyes with a slight smile on her face. "Pleas...Ms. Labo....er...why r u doooing dis ta me?" he managed to stumble out. "Why child, we are doing nothing to you except what we believe is best," she replied. "Since most children form their beliefs and mannerism by the time they are eight years old, Madam Dexa and I believe that it is best for you if we regressed you to a proper trainable age. Once we believe that you have turned around your life for the betterment of society and your mother, and then you may resume your life. Now, that is enough chit chat. I need to fix your hair and then get you down to breakfast." She went behind him and quickly removed the pink satin ribbon holding his hair up and the tight curls flopped down to caress his neck. Fluffing it out with her fingers, she then placed a yellow satin cap with a small bill on top of his curls and fastened it firmly with several bobby pins. "My, my you make a perfect Miss Priss if I have ever seen one," she exclaimed as she helped him from the seat. "Come along darling. It's time to get some breakfast." As they passed a mirror in the hallway, the young man couldn't believe his eyes. There reflected back at him was something out of a horror movie. It wasn't the reflection of a little girl exactly, but something else. The figure was about five foot seven, with curly platinum blonde hair with bright pink highlights caressing the neck. The figure was wearing a pale yellow semi-transparent blouse with short capped sleeves that allowed a darker yellow camisole to be seen underneath. A pair of tight fitting bright yellow velvet shorts that showed no sign of a masculine bulge held up by needless yellow lace frilled suspenders was fitted low on the hips and exposed delicate white lace frills to just above the knees. Thin yellow nylon anklets with lace frills and black shiny Mary Jane shoes completed the dress. Femininely shaped and painted in a bright pink were the finger nails and just enough make up to be seen. Pink eye shadow, dark lined eyes and brows, a trace of blush on the cheeks, and a pair of lustrous pink colored lips made the person reflected there seem otherworldly. His knees wobbled a bit as they walked past the mirror.