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Miss Priss 3 By Cheryl Lynn This work of fiction is copy written by author. Permission granted for personal download use only. Pay site or other use strictly forbidden. Please read Miss Priss 1 and 2 before this part. PLEASE NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOW RATED "X" as the situations become very adult in nature. If you do not like forced feminization and mean forceful women do not read. Miss Priss 3 It was very late by the time everything was unloaded from the car and neatly put away. The young man now had more feminine clothing than he ever wanted and guessed that he had more than some of his girl friends. Certainly the lingerie was much frillier and more feminine than any that his girl friends' had or would even wear. Ms. Labeaux helped him to completely undress and to both his surprise and horror was fitted with the white full length corset after being given a white panty girdle to put on. Both Ms. Labeaux and Dexa had to get the corset on him and secured tightly to his body. By the time they were finished tying off the laces, he was panting for breath. They had to put his three inch stiletto heeled bedroom slippers on his feet as he could not bend in the tight garment. Finally, a rich chocolate nylon and chiffon negligee covered his tortured figure. He was helped over to the vanity were his make up was removed, a night time facial mask applied and his hair put up in rollers. "Pleth Mith Decca," the boy pleaded, "I can no breethe...n...n..id hurd my wribs uptin bad." While he looked older, he still talked like a little girl. "Well, you are just going to have to get use to it Miss Priss," Ms. Dexa said. "For the next month you will be wearing that corset all the time. You wanted to be treated like a grown up, but your figure is way behind the curve so to speak. Hahahaha, behind the curve.... you see the humor? No? Well no matter. At the end of the month you will only have to wear it at night. That is, unless you break my rules and then you may find yourself wearing it forever. In time your body will adjust. Now try and get some sleep." Needless to say, the young man did not get much, if any, sleep that night. The corset seemed to have a life of its own. He felt like it was a living thing trying to dig into his body and consume his very life away. It was stiff, hot and uncomfortable especially between the legs. It dug into his groin were the elastic gusset forced its way deep into his crotch. He couldn't even spread his legs as the corset held his thighs in a tight embrace. When Ms. Labeaux came in the morning to get him, he was still awake. His relief was tremendous as she removed the hated garment from his body. His creamy skin was creased with red lines where the corset's boning caressed him. The lilac scented bath water and bath gel she used to wash him were a welcome relief. After the bath, he still had some indentations on his milky skin. Ms. Labeaux decided to give him a total body rubdown with moisturizing lotion then dusted him with lilac scented talc. It did not matter that he was completely naked and being washed like a helpless baby. It did not matter that he had to sit to pee or that he had to douche his bottom with perfumed water. Nothing mattered until she started to put that horrible garment back onto his body. He tried to protest and when that failed tried to beg his way out of having to wear it. At the point where the laces met, he would have gladly sold his soul to the devil to get it off. A pair of nude hose was attached to the suspenders of the girdle and a white full slip with a four inch rose lace hem came next. A semi- transparent white poly blouse with ruffled cuffs and neck, followed by a khaki straight skirt with side slit, and brown three inch heeled pumps completed his dress for the day. He looked like any teenaged girl with platinum blonde hair and pink highlighted ringed curls. As they left the bedroom, he was handed a brown leather purse containing his make up, tissues, brush, and a sanitary napkin. He was directed to put the strap over his shoulder and clasp it firmly to his side. Performing a curtsey at breakfast was difficult and his posture at the table was not questioned. He sat ram rod straight in his chair, feet and knees firmly together, elbows at his sides. Ms. Labeaux remarked that the corset did in a few seconds what all her training had taken weeks to do. He had no appetite and managed only a few swallows of oatmeal and orange juice. Back in class he was using a ball point pen to practice his penmanship. Copying from a book of British love sonnets in a very feminine script, he was constantly aware of the corset's biting pressures. It made concentration hard, but he managed the curly cues and hearts over the "i's", avoiding having to sit in the dunce chair. The second hour was spent reading various articles in girl's magazines such as "Teen Idol", "Seventeen", "Brides", and "Cosmopolitan." It was pure drudgery, but he tried his best. He managed to please Ms. Labeaux with his written reports on the various articles. He had made up his mind that he would do anything to avoid being kept in the corset any longer than necessary. In the third hour, his report on the various feminine hygiene products was given an acceptable by Ms. Labeaux. Although she suggested that he might have given better thought to when he should use what type of pad. By the time lunch was served, his entire body was aching and he had little appetite. It showed on his face and Ms. Dexa said that he should be sent to bed for an afternoon nap. It felt good just to get out of his pointed heeled pumps. The pain in his toes and feet made having to remain in his hated corset seem not so bad. Every part of his body from his feet to his neck hurt or throbbed. He was so exhausted that sleep actually came. No dreams no nothing until Ms. Labeaux gently woke him up. He resumed his studies and performed his poise class with only a few swats of the ever present ruler. In some respects, he was glad to be wearing the corset as it helped him in his poise and mannerisms class as a plus he could not feel the sting of the ruler. His corset absorbed the sting effectively. Normally, he received from ten to twenty swats in this class, getting only four of the stinging swats to his thighs was a relief. A new lesson was added that afternoon, one he came to dislike very much, was on personal relationships. In this class, Ms. Labeaux used a blow up doll...an anatomically correct male blow up doll.... dressed in blue jeans and a red cowboy snap shirt. The doll, according to Ms. Labeaux, was to help him use the knowledge from his prior readings on female to male relationships. "After all, a young teen girl has to know these things," she told him. He was required to practice his flirting moves and gestures on the doll. If he did not pout just right or flick a stray hair out of his face flirtingly enough, a slap of the ruler stung his exposed thigh. If he did not probe the doll's lips or ear with his tongue or failed to show the appropriate enthusiasm during the petting lessons, he had to sit on the dunce stool for an hour. After just a few minutes the knobs on the top of the stool began to make him very uncomfortable. One of the most embarrassing and humiliating lessons occurred a few days before his corset came off. During that one, he was taught how to put a condom on the doll's penis. The third hour was home economics. Here he was taught to sew, meal planning and preparation, and keep a neat house. He did not like it, but it was not hard to pass. He would do anything to get out of the corset. That next morning, he was given his last bath by Ms. Labeaux. "From now on I expect you to bathe yourself the way I have shown you. Before you begin your bath, I will show you the proper way for a young lady to prepare her body. It is called douching and I expect you to do this every morning from now on. It is a means for you to feel as clean on the insides as you do on the outside," she instructed him. "Additionally, I think it best if you began wearing tampons and pads every day. Practicing feminine hygiene daily will help you remember to act feminine all day." Miss Priss moaned silently as he heard her declaration of his new duties. He reluctantly took the pink rubber ball with the white plastic ridged tube attached from her. The young man had read enough feminine hygiene books to know what he had to do. It was very embarrassing, but if it would get him out of the corset he would do it. Finished with his douching, he removed the thin paper covering of the tampon and inserted it into his boy pussy. The month passed like a living nightmare. His body hurt all the time and it was an effort just to write his name. Between the corset and high heeled pointed shoes, he wasn't sure what was worse. No relief at night from the corset. Just being able to take off the heels was becoming a pleasure. His toes were becoming pointed just like his shoes and they ached most of the time. When he took them off, his feet seemed to pulse and burn. One of the very few pleasurable moments in his daily routine occurred when he messaged soothing lotions on his bare feet. About this same time, the young man realized that school would be starting in just a few weeks. Knowing that Ms. Dexa could not send him to school looking the way he did, brought hope once again. He did not know exactly what he was feeling as he performed a curtsey. Ms. Labeaux nodded her head in approval and he asked her when they would go shopping to get him clothes for the coming school year. "Miss Priss," she began, "I am glad to hear you ask to go shopping for some new clothing, but... my dear... you are already attending classes. Ms. Dexa has permission to home school you. As a matter of fact, you should thank her for doing so at lunch today. It was not easy getting permission from the school board... all kinds of forms and teaching requirements.... Why she did it, I don't know, since you are old enough to legally drop out. She has convinced them that you should be allowed to learn a trade and enrolled you in their alternative GED program. I'm not sure what trade she will want you to learn... perhaps beautician... Maybe secretarial... Nursery School Attendant... or even personal servant but I am sure she will decide soon. Once you have passed the trade school test, you will receive your GED diploma equivalent." "Booician! Secweeary! Mai! No way am I oing oo be a Nuswery Chool Ahenwen!" he said without thinking. "I doan wan ta be enny of dose ings. I wan ta go ta coilege an I woan be awle ta do dat wit a twade chool gree." "That is quite enough Miss Priss," Ms. Labeaux said with menace in her tone. "You will thank Ms. Dexa for going to all that trouble to get you your GED. Then you will accept her decision as to what trade you will be enrolled and be thankful for that as well. That is unless you would like to spend another month in your girdle? As for me, I think that as your childish behavior suggests, perhaps you will be more suited to changing diapers at a Nursery School than anything else." The young man stepped back and gasped at hearing what Ms. Labeaux had to say. 'I can't survive another month in this corset? Changing diapers in a Nursery School?' he thought. Trembling he said, "Oh, I'm so sowwry Mith Laboo. I no meen id. Weelie I edent meen id. Pleath doan ell Mith Decca." At lunch, he did thank Ms. Dexa for getting him enrolled in home schooling and that he would enjoy whatever trade she decided was good for him. The fear of having to wear that awful corset was enough to make him very compliant to the lady's wishes. At last the month ended and he was allowed to wear the regular corsets and panty girdles. It was such a relief that he did not bother to question a new addition to his nightly rituals. Ms. Labeaux called it a breast pump and if he would use it thirty minutes on each breast, she would hold off putting him in his full length corset until he finished. As he rubbed the white cr?me into his breast tissue before beginning to use the pump, he asked if he could do it for an hour on each breast. He would do anything to keep that horrid garment off his body even if it meant that he would have to act the idiot. "Imagine a man using a breast pump. Like that would do anything," he told himself. His breast tissue being soaked in hormone laced cr?me, sucked into transparent plastic cups with nipples no less seemed like the lesser of two evils to the boy. Two hours later, he was forced to get to his feet and allow Ms. Labeaux to pull the white corset securely around his body. It still hurt, but it had become more bearable as time went by. If he had really looked into a mirror after his bath, he might have put up more of a fight. He did not see the reshaping of his body, the thin waist, flaring hips or puffy A cup breasts. The changes were so gradual. The silhouette of a young girl was reflected in that image. More so because they let him grow back some of his pubic hair which now formed a neat heart shape over his covered penis. One would have to look very closely at his groin to discover its secret. ooooo He had been at Ms. Dexa's house for seven months. For the past three months, he was working changing diapers and performing child care services at a nearby Pre-School. It was owned by a friend of Ms. Labeaux's and since he was not seen by a lot of people, managed to cope in public. The young man wore a starched old fashioned white nurse's uniform dress, white stockings, and white gummed loafers. In addition, he wore all the appropriate underpinnings and white net petty coats. His name badge read, "Miss Priss." He spent four hours from 6:00 a.m. to 10:00 a.m. at the preschool every day except Sunday. Back at Ms. Dexa's, he was required to spend another two hours in the classroom learning about child care. To instill what it meant to have a child in his mind, Ms. Labeaux decided that Miss Priss should undergo pregnancy. A pregnancy vest was purchased and it was decided that one week would equal one month. At the end of each week, the vest was filled with more water until his body by the end of nine weeks would be just as heavy and cumbersome as it would be in real life at nine months. The vest even put pressure on the bladder as in real life so he had to use the bathroom quite often. To make the experience even more realistic, the vest was designed to simulate the baby's movements throughout the process. The vest required him to wear maternity clothing including nursing bras and pregnancy panties. At first he balked at having to go to work dressed like that, but it was either that or back to the full body corset all the time. By the end of the third week of wearing the vest, he actually began to feel sorry for pregnant women. So much for home schooling, he hated every second of it. By the end of that horrible nine weeks, he was obedient and servile to their wishes. He had no choice in the matter. It was either do and think as he was told or suffer the consequence. Everything about him, while not naturally that of a girl, was becoming a very close resemblance. His breasts filled an A cup bra, his waist was in proportion to the girlish chest and hips. He moved with grace and looked like a young man's wet dream. He was always dressed in the most feminine of clothing and in full make up. From the beginning, he had standing appointments at the salon for every two weeks. There his hair was eventually allowed to become a honey blonde without the pink highlights and styled into a feathered page boy. His body received continuous treatments to keep his skin milky white and hair free. What facial hair appeared was systematically removed with a laser treatment. Every two months his groin was re-glued even though the stylist recommended strongly against it. The stylist finally drew the line when the ladies asked her to do it a third time in a row. She flatly refused. Ms. Labeaux, after doing some research on the subject, fixed him once and for all. The week after the stylist refused, Ms. Labeaux gave the young man a sleeping pill just before bed time. By the time he had performed all his nightly rituals, he was practically asleep. Instead of putting him in his corset, she laid him on the bed, cleansed his groin with alcohol after donning sterile gloves. Separating the glued parts, she took a razor blade that had been sterilized and dug small shallow cris-crossing lines on the exposed skin. Using the surgical glue she carefully coated the cut skin and folded everything back into place. The raw skin would now heal permanently together and she would not have to do this task again. Once his pubic hair was allowed to grow, his pudenda would take a doctor to discover its secrets or a man with lust in his heart. Every month he was taken to the dentist office to have his braces adjusted. On his sixth trip, they removed the plastic plate containing the metal pin. He was glad to have the plate removed, but by this time it really wasn't a factor in his speech patterns. He naturally spoke in a soft girlish voice, but his lisp was mostly gone. oooo It was time to step up his education according to Ms. Dexa after he had been with them for twelve months. This meant taking him out in public on a regular basis to the mall, arcade, movies and other places teens gathered. At first he was terrified, but when he realized that no one recognized him as a boy began to relax. During these excursions, Ms. Labeaux or Ms. Dexa would point out young men. He was required to examine the chosen ones carefully and fully describe as much as he could remember when they got back to the house. He was now required to keep a daily diary filled with descriptions of boys, fashions that caught his eye, and other girlish delights. Each entry had to be written just like a teenaged girl would think and write about that particular day's events. To assist him in his efforts, Ms. Dexa gave him several diaries that she had purchased on the internet. Failure to accurately describe how the boy or boys were dressed and most notably what was cute about them and girlie activities resulted in punishment. A demerit system was used to calculate his punishments. Five demerits resulted in ten over the lap swats on his bared bottom. Ten demerits and he received twenty-five swats. Fifteen demerits and he would spend the next twenty-four hours in a new, smaller full length corset in baby blue. The threats of these punishments made the young man seriously try to think and act feminine. It was during these public outings that the young man was required to practice his flirting techniques. If he managed to get someone's attention, he received merit rewards that he could use to reduce any bad demerits that he had received. If he managed to get a boy to talk to him, half of the punishment demerits he had accumulated were written off. If the boy spoke to him and they held hands, three quarters of the demerits were written off. If he not only got a boy to talk to him, hold his hand, and kiss then all the demerits were written off and he would get 24 hours off from wearing any corset. At first, it was very difficult for the young man to flirt with another boy. Doing it in class with a doll was one thing, but to do it in public was another thing altogether. However, the rewards were too great and he began to actively flirt and talk to the young men that approached him. A few weeks after he began going out in public, a new course was added to his curriculum....female masturbation. It was most embarrassing to the young man. For this class, he was stripped to his panties and negligee. He was shown how, by using two or three fingers, to rub his "clit" while imagining being with one of the boys he had observed or flirted with. He was told that he should describe the boy in detail and tell what his erotic dreams were as he played with his clit. When he refused, did not convey enough erotic details, or enthusiasm, a night in the restrictive corset was his punishment. For the past four months he was not required to wear that particular corset at night. He still wore one of his regular corsets during the day. Just thinking about wearing it again, sent shivers up his spine. Remembering all the romance novels that he had read, the young man began fantasizing enough to halt the worst punishment. He hated every bit of it, but the thought of wearing that corset made him comply with Ms. Labeaux's demands. As he rubbed his penis like any woman would her vagina, he would tell Ms. Labeaux how it would feel to have a man's penis in hand or mouth or in her vagina. He rubbed until his covered penis head was sore and red, but with little production. The best he could accomplish was a spurt of wetness and a feeling of disappointment. He was sexually frustrated, but at the same time annoyed at his behavior. He justified his actions by telling himself that if he did not do as he was told, he would suffer greater pain. Within three weeks of this new class, he was humping his hand for all he was worth, just trying to get himself off. At the same time, he performed as required, confessing his love for a particular boy he had seen that week. After the third week of feminine masturbation, the young man was introduced to the vibrator. The vibrator was white and about six inches long and one inch in diameter. He learned how to use the vibrator in circular motions around his nipples and breasts. He would place it between his soft mounds then hold them together. He would then bend his head down and kiss it. Finally, the vibrator was inserted inside his boy pussy, and allowed to perform its work. It was a new and embarrassing lesson for the young man, but at the same time it actually made him cum. It wasn't the clash of the titans climax, the heady rush of blood and tingling nerves that had sent him quivering in the past, but a steady gush of clear fluid that made his nipples burn. Yet, it was the best sensation that he had felt in what seemed like years. He began to look forward to these sessions. After it became evident that he was enjoying these session, Ms. Labeaux brought him one that looked like a penis and was two inches in diameter. He was reluctant to use it, but the other one had given him so much pleasure that he over came his repugnance. When he inserted it into his boy pussy it hurt and he couldn't get it all in. Ms. Labeaux said that she would fix that. Ms. Labeaux opened a case and showed the boy what was inside. Seeing the contents he was in disbelief, then in shock, and finally in a state of denial. Shaking his head no, he backed away from the case. Ms. Labeaux just had to flick her ruler to get his attention. Humbly, he bowed his head and accepted the first item pulled from the case. It was pale pink in color. Its size and shape like a banana and had a flattened base. It was the smallest butt plug in the collection. The largest, which made his eyes bulge out of their sockets in pure fear, was the size of a small football. "These my dear will make you more accommodating," Ms. Labeaux said. "In the end, you will thank me for providing these for your use. Now bend over and let me insert the smallest one. Believe me darling, you will learn to love these little toys. In the future, you may want to insert you boyfriend's penis into your love canal. You don't want it to hurt and you want to make him happy don't you?" It was the slow rearrangement of his mind that he did not see or feel. Surprisingly, as the plug went deeper and deeper into his anal canal, rubbing on his prostrate gland, it actually began to feel good. Ooooo At a year and two months of the young man's re-education, it was decided that he should now start dating. A revised merit rewards system was established to provide the young man with incentives. On the plus side, he received good points (a) when he went out on a date (b) kissed the boy in question (c) came home with a hickey on his neck or other body part (d) bonus points if he was asked out by the same boy more than six times or if he allowed the boy access to his breasts and (e) Triple points if he had sex with the boy. On the minus side, he received demerits (a) if he did not get a date at least once a week (b) came home after a date and did not kiss the boy on the lips at the door (c) did not get asked out by the boy again (d) if he did not kiss with enthusiasm double demerits were given and (e) if he was caught lying about his activities while on his date triple demerits were awarded. Accumulating too many demerits would result in (a) bare bottom spankings (b) spankings with a hairbrush (c) spend 48 continuous hours in the full body corset or (d) wear both the full body corset and maternity vest set at nine months for 48 hours. As a means of testing his honesty while on a date, the young man's nipples were coated in rouge. If the rouge was gone, then it would be assumed that the boy kissed it off. If sex were involved, the used protection would have to be presented. The state of his clothing was also examined when he returned from each date. The boy was only told to bring back the used condom should he engage in a sexual act. He was informed the rouge on his nipples was to make them look more realistic; therefore, he probably would not think to wipe it off before he came home. Over the next four months at lot happened to the young man. He received his GED, began working full time at the day care center, and had a lot of dates. It took just one 48 hour period wearing the full body corset and pregnancy vest to make him determined to get a date with a boy. It took him a month to come home with his rouged nipples almost completely licked clean. After that, it took him little more than two weeks to come home with a used condom in his purse with lipstick rings around it. The young man had been very surprised at how much he enjoyed having his nipples sucked and played with. While he found giving head disconcerting, it really wasn't all that bad. After all, he did not have to actually taste it, just the rubber, and he did not have to swallow. He found that he actually enjoyed these activities, but did not go any further with his sexual experimentation much to Ms. Labeaux's disappointment. She had him almost up to the largest butt plug, but he still refused to go that far even though he seldom thought of himself as a man. He couldn't deny what his eyes were telling him every moment of his life now. In the bath, he had breasts that easily spilled over his cupping hands and a groin that was shaped just like a woman's. His body was milky white, smooth, and soft. He had to shave his legs and underarms, but no hair grew on his face or arms any more. His braces had been off for several months and his teeth were now small and even. When he was dressed, he looked like he could be featured on the cover of a magazine. The make up that he applied was perfect and just right for the occasion. What was not easily seen was his mind. It had been changed the most. For the most part he thought like any young woman, except that every now and then, something from his past would pop up. These thoughts were becoming rarer with each passing day, but usually entered conscious thought when one of his dates was trying to get into his panties. He didn't mind kissing boys and was especially pleased when they suckled at his breasts. They had become so sensitive. He did not particularly care to perform oral sex, but knew that it pleased his dates and kept them from trying to get into other places. When he first started dating, he tried to imagine that he was one of the female characters in a romance novel and forced to act the part. Now, he did not have to do that. He enjoyed going steady with Ralph whom he had been dating for six weeks. He could handle Ralph, unlike some of his dates, was more reserved and could be controlled. They went to fun places and Ralph bought him some nice gifts, so Prissy did not mind making him happy to a point. Ooooo It had been sixteen months almost to the day since his mother had dropped him off at Ms. Dexa's, when she suddenly appeared at the door. Prissy did not see her until he came home from working at the day care center wearing his starched white nurse's uniform. He stood frozen as she walked over to him. "Oh my darling, you look absolutely beautiful. Please turn around and let me get a good look at you," she said. Too shocked to react otherwise, he turned on his heels giving his mother a good look. "You have grown up to be a beautiful woman. More than I even dreamed possible. Ms. Dexa and Ms. Labeaux you have out done yourselves. I don't know how to thank you enough for doing this for me. Miss Priss following her new instincts ran to her mother and gave her a big hug. Tears flowing freely down her face. "Oh mommy, I missed you so," the young man said. The reunion was halted by a knock on the door. "Yes, are you Ms. Dexa," an authoritive voice said. "We have a warrant for your arrest." "Yes, I am Ms. Dexa and what have I done?" "According to the complaint, you are accused of child endangerment. We are from the child welfare office," the officer stated. "According to Ms. Wilson, at the Station Hair Salon, you have forcibly endangered the life of a child. She states that you have taken a young man and turned him into a girl without his consent. We are here to investigate the charges." "Why officer I do not understand this at all. You are free to examine my ward, Prissy and her mother at your leisure. We have done nothing wrong here," Ms. Dexa replied. After a lengthy review by the authorities, all charges were dropped and they left somewhat confused. The young girl admitted that she was named Prissy Davenport and that she had always been a girl. That her mother had been away for some time and that she had spent the last two years with her aunt Dexa. The female agent took the young girl into the bathroom and did a cursory check and confirmed that the child was a girl. As they left the fancy residence, one of the officers looked at the other and said, "Are you sure that young lady was what she was supposed to be? This complaint was issued over six months ago and a lot could have happened in that time." "You know sometimes I think you are a pervert," the female officer replied. "I checked her out and she had all the right equipment. No, I didn't stick my finger into her pussy! It looked real enough to me. So just drop it will you." When the officers showed up Prissy was scared to death. If she told the truth her life would be destroyed. The young man that he had been would be the laughing stock of the entire state. He wouldn't mind seeing Ms. Dexa and Labeaux sent to jail, but his own mother, he could not allow that. What was worse, he couldn't remember being a boy in any case. He realized in the time that he was being interviewed that his lot in life had been dramatically changed. There was no way he could go back to jeans and tee shirts. If only the authorities had acted sooner, maybe things would be different. Now he had no choice but to go on living the life of a young girl. Besides he really liked Ralph and he couldn't do anything to ruin that relationship.