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House of Feminization 3
By Catherine
12
I was awake now, early, I gathered from the sun attempting to rise over
the eastern mountains that I could glimpse through the open velvet
curtains of my now familiar pink room, and I looked around while still
clutching the comforter tightly to my chin. I noticed the blonde
ringlets protruding out from the corners of the blanket and pulled the
cover off quickly as I rose to a sitting position.
Oh my god!
Immediately I felt the sensation of my breasts falling over my upper
abdomen and the curls flow over them.
I shook my head and felt a few hairs stick into my lashes. I pulled my
hands up and poked myself with a nail on my cheek as I attempted to
part my hair in front and pull it back. I succeeded, but my hair soon
filled my hands so much that it fell back in front of my face. The bulk
of the hair combined with its curliness prevented me from grasping it
all. I tossed the comforter over and off of the rest of my body and
noticed my sleek and shaven legs and slender feet adorned with pink
nails. I swung the beautifully tanned legs off of the bed and felt my
breasts swinging and bouncing subtly. I saw the golden blonde curls
fall in front of me as I stood. I only noticed the beautiful view
outside for a nanosecond, for I was interested in something else
entirely. I walked to the bathroom and felt a peculiar sway in my walk,
I was amazed. My legs were different, I noticed, as were my hips and
stomach. The slender hips and pelvic bones were enveloped in the pink
boy shorts, accenting my new form, which was utterly, and entirely,
feminine.
I almost fainted when I saw the gorgeous woman staring back at me in
the mirror when I entered the spacious bathroom. My hair fell to the V
of my smooth crotch, and each and every strand of my hair was grouped
into tons of curly ringlets that filled my head and covered my lithe
body. It was then I brushed my hair aside and actually realized it was
me, after all, looking at my beautiful new self. It seemed so surreal.
I pulled my hair back as best I could, seeing the beautiful features of
my face. The arched brows, thick lashes, light colored lids, thin nose,
full pink lips and rosy cheeks accented by the slightly protruding
chin. My throat seemed thinner, and the Adams apple was gone. I eyed my
smooth and hairless chest uncovered by the removal of my curls, and saw
the perfect breasts greeting me with hardened, pointing nipples. I
could finally feel them, in all of their glory. I dropped my hair
behind me and felt the curls fall over my bare back as I reached up
for, and felt for the first time, my incredible new set of tits. The
initial feeling of the touching of my nipples created a shudder
throughout my body, and I actually felt my ass quiver once the shock
wore off. I ran to the bed that I had vacated just a few minutes
before.
I leaped onto it, with my body horizontal over it, feeling my hair
float over me, once my body had bounced up and back into the softness
of the mattress. I remembered the mirror on one wall, and laid back
onto the bed, flipping my hair back over the edge of the bed. I played
by myself that day, not really needing anyone else. I stripped naked,
showered and donned a soft terrycloth robe and climbed back into bed. I
needed to relieve my complete and utter arousal, but decided not to,
and fell asleep once again with the covers pulled up, tightly.
13
"Is she awake? She seems so deep in sleep." I heard.
"I think so. This should ensure she will not stir." I heard another say
before feeling an all to familiar sting on my exposed buttocks jutting
into the air as I slept, or pretended to, on my side. Another drug
induced stupor ensued.
When I awoke, I was seated in a soft wheelchair facing the desk I had
been at several days earlier, or was it last week, perhaps last month?
I wasn't even sure anymore. All of these drugs had taken a toll on my
ability to keep time, my body seemed off, to say the least.
"Welcome to your new home Princess." The blonde woman said upon sitting
down behind the desk in front of me. "Your transformation is almost
complete, how do you feel, Catherine?" She said. I tried to talk, but
still could not.
"Wonderful!" She beamed. "We read your dreams your first few nights
here, merely to find out whether or not you would be comfortable and
compatible with our desires, and girl, were you ever! We found out your
each and every desire. And needless to say, we liked what we saw." She
continued. "You now belong to us, the sisterhood. You have been given
breasts, to signify your allegiance to us, and none other. Also, a
small tattoo on your lower back. Your body was starved of your normal
daily intake of calories to give you this new slender figure. We also
did a little bit of cosmetic surgery to your face, chest, abdomen and
your rear end. You now have permanent makeup applied to portions of
your facial features, such as your eyeliner, brows and a lip liner. You
are basically a woman now." She informed me, as I was unable to reply.
"We will keep you in your room for the time being. Someone will visit
you several times a day, to feed you of course, but to also administer
a feminine training regiment, to complete your transformation. You will
be under constant video surveillance, so if you attempt anything we
will prevent you from doing so."
"I am assigning you to a teacher, Jennifer, to aid you in your studies,
and I will be checking on you personally, to monitor your progression
to Catherine. Please take her to her room now Jennifer, and get
started." She motioned to the women standing over me. I was placed in
the wheelchair and wheeled back to my pink room.
14.
The beautiful woman known as Jennifer pulled me from the chair and
placed me on the bed. She struggled to sit me upright in the bed, and
then moved my legs out in front of me. She went to a small desk and
grabbed a folder and sat next to me on the bed.
"The drugs you have been taking for the past six months will soon wear
off, and you will once again be able to move around like you did
yesterday. I watched you on the tape and was happy that you liked the
changes. You will be able to talk as well, but it will take a little
time since you had some simple surgeries done to alter your voice, and
it will feel different." She informed me.
"Now I will give you the rules of the house. One. At no point can you
leave this room unaccompanied. I or another sister must be present with
you at all times. Two. You must obey every command that either myself
or the head mistress wishes you to do. If another sister demands
something of you, tell them to see one of us for approval or denial.
Three. If you are caught doing anything considered illegal in this
house the punishment is severe. Attempting to escape, or any semblance
of rebelliousness will met by harsh punishment, and trust me, you do
not want to know what that is. We have other rules, and you will learn
them as we progress through your transformation." She stated.
"Now for a short history of the Sisterhood. We were formed in 1912 by
the writer Jessica Van de Veldt, who was castigated by high society in
New York for being an outspoken lesbian. She and her lover, along with
several other prominent lesbians of their time, started the sisterhood
in order to comfort one another and to be around people who shared
their passions. They eventually bought a small farm outside of the city
and formed the first House of Sisters. We now reside in our third home,
the second being outside of Chicago. What started as an organization of
twelve women, has grown in ninety-three years to over twelve thousand
today. In our history we have had over one hundred thousand members.
You would be surprised at who some of our members are. Actresses,
models, doctors, lawyers, scientists, teachers, politicians and
novelists. For the first seventy years we were simply a retreat for
lesbians and their lovers, a place to come and stay with people similar
to you and to be away from the harsh light and stigmas the public
places on women who choose to live as we do. And a few, like me, choose
to live here. In 1972 a few members proposed a radical idea to our
governing board, it was at first met with scorn and trepidation, but is
now seen as our greatest accomplishment. We chose to find men and
change them to women. The obvious reason being they have something we
need, the ability to impregnate us, but also they could pleasure us, if
trained properly. A few of our experiments ended in disaster, but with
thirty-three years of experience we have become quite good at it. As
you can see." She said, using her hands to motion towards my body. "You
are very beautiful, by the way. Anyway, you are special, so to speak.
We have only done it this way one other time. Most young men who
trespass on the property do not pass the dream sequence and are left
drugged in a back alley somewhere in America. But you, your EKG
readings were off of our charts. It seems that you should have been
born a woman. You have a very high sexual drive, and are extremely
potent. In other words, you are perfect for our needs, to procreate.
And hopefully, we were equally perfect for your desires. You were one
of a handful of men who have been transformed at the residence. Most
receive treatment at one of our centers in Miami, New York, Chicago,
Austin, Seattle and Los Angeles. Through our network of members we find
and elect potential 'suitors' to receive our transformations. After one
year most are sent to live with our members around the world. But they
go through vigorous training before they can do so. We actually have an
auction this weekend, and you will be able to see it firsthand, if you
are good. You, of course, will not be auctioned off, but will live here
in the house with us. You will be our 'house-lady' and will fulfill the
fantasies that we all desire. Some still like being with a man, but
only men like you, who are feminine and beautiful. Others just want to
be impregnated, and know this is the only way, since our charter and
constitution forbid In Vitro Fertilization. It was not done
successfully until 1978, and several of our board members effectively
inserted this into our constitution in 1980. For one, we were already
successful in our transformation techniques, and the vast majority of
us enjoyed sex with a feminine male. Your duties as a 'house lady'
include sex, but it must meet both mine and Miss Vivian's approval.
It's okay though, most of the women who live here are under thirty, as
most of us move on after our stay. And it is mandatory that all
pregnant sisters live in the maternity house in Chicago. There they
undergo genetic treatments to ensure the children they have are born
female, and the few that are not undergo sex change operations soon
after infancy. Once a woman either turns forty, or has borne a child,
she is not allowed to live in one of the three houses. She must have a
home of her own, and have a spouse to help raise her child. We sisters
live by a code. Family is second to only the Sisterhood, and welcome to
our family, your family, Catherine." She said, smiling, and pecked my
cheek. "I will go get us some lunch, you must be starving, I know I
am." She rose and left me in my room.
The remainder of the day was spent in my bed, listening to her
continued history lesson of this secret sisterhood of lesbians. She fed
me my lunch, and after more talking, dinner. At the end of the evening
she tucked me into my bed and kissed me deeply on the lips before
turning out the lights.
15.
I awoke the following morning just as I had two days ago, with the
blanket pulled up tightly over me. As soon as I felt my toes wiggle I
threw off the covers and ran into the bathroom. I went over my body,
appreciating each and every aspect of it. From my beautiful breasts, to
my tight little tush, to my cascading curls, to my sleek and slender
lower body. I heard my door open and turned to see Jennifer entering
with a tray.
"Ready for breakfast Catherine?"
"Yes." I said, surprising myself with my new high voice.
"Wow! Most of the new girls don't find their voice for months, it took
you all of two weeks! Come sit down, and we will eat together." She
said.
"So, tell me about you." I asked, after breakfast was cleared.
"Well, I am from Brazil. A sister found me while I was modeling, and
after getting to know one another she persuaded me to move here. I
learned about the Sisterhood, and decided to stay when Miss Vivian
offered me a permanent residence here. I still do some modeling work,
but have chosen to live here and teach. You are actually my first
assignment, as I have only had classroom duties before this."
"You are," I said, sort of uncomfortable, "the most beautiful woman I
have ever seen."
"Oh! Thank you, and you, are the most beautiful woman I have ever
seen."
"Thank you. Jennifer, I'm glad you were assigned to me, and I promise I
won't let you down."
"Thank you sweetheart." She said before kissing me. Intensely.
"Do you ever desire to become pregnant?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. I want to tell you something, clear the air so to speak,
since you are being so forthcoming with me. I chose you as my first
assignment, for the express reason that I wanted to train and teach the
woman who would give me my child." She said.
I was speechless, literally, nothing could be dignified as a response
to what I had just heard. She saw my smile and leaned over me on the
bed, kissing me deeply. I succumbed to her each and every advance. She
worked her tongue around my mouth. I reached a hand up and rubbed her
perfect rear, I stroked the crevices of her ass and slipped a finger
into her panties in order to remove them. She finished the job for me
by rising and slipping her panties off herself. She pulled my legs down
to where I lay flat on the bed and inched her way up where she sat on
my stomach. Her thin legs wrapped around my abdomen as she pulled off
the thin tank top she had dressed me in before bed last night. I stared
at her small strip of hair above her slit as she lowered her face to my
new breasts and suckled my nipples, working her tongue in circles over
them. The erotic sensation overwhelmed me and I thought I might explode
as I arched my back in ecstasy. She pulled my panties off to reveal my
hardness, I knew that it would release its pressure at any moment so
she slipped a condom over it. She pulled me up to a sitting position
before she lay down with her head on the pillows and spread her legs
apart, she grasped my head full of curls and pulled me towards her
exposed groin. I kissed her inner thigh towards her bush and marveled
at the beauty in front of me. I reached the crease of her legs where
they met her torso and inhaled the heavenly aroma, before spreading her
further apart and thrusting my nose and mouth into her moistness,
working my tongue around her soft insides. She pulled my hair up over
her and rubbed my back as I devoured her. I felt her shake, and her
wetness increased until she moaned deeply. I felt her pulling my hair
as she became warm, and I tasted her orgasm. She let out a shriek, and
pushed me back onto the bed where she climbed atop me, pinned one hand
to my side, and used her other to guide me into her inner silkiness.
She proceeded to fuck me harder than anything I could ever imagine. I
marveled at her beauty hovering over me. Her brunette hair brushing my
nipples. Her breasts swaying with her every thrust in and out. I let
out a huge sigh as I erupted in the most amazing orgasmic experience of
my short life. She knew it, and slowed her tempo, squeezing her pussy
around me on each thrust of her sliding me out of her. I lay still so
she lay atop me. I felt her breasts on me, as well as mine into her,
and I wrapped both arms around her, gripping her tight. I felt her
breathing over me, her hair draping over my shoulder, and my hair
falling around me. It was a mass of blonde curls stretching out two
feet where it spilled over the bed another foot, I could see in the
mirror on the closet door. I looked at my beautiful face reflecting
back at me, and then hers. She lay on my other shoulder, peering back
at me, smiling, I smiled back. I moved one hand down and watched as I
rubbed the small of her back down to the perfect shape of her rear. I
gripped it in my hand, feeling the taut yet soft skin, as well as my
nails. She reached her arm under my lengthy mane and flipped it over
her where I felt the curls fall over my other side. She purred on top
of me. Humming a deep: "...Mmmmmmmm..."
She rose onto one elbow and I saw my hair follow. She smiled so
beautifully as she reached her other hand up where she grabbed my
shoulder and flipped us over in unison. I was not expecting it, and
ended up face down in her bosom. She laughed. I lifted up as far as I
could and realized I was stopped because my hair was behind her. She
raised up just enough so as I could rise a little more and held me once
more. It was then I realized I was still inside of her, for I was
growing, once again.
"Pull out for just one second." She said, and I did. She reached around
and slipped the condom off of me and tossed it aside.
"Okay." She stated. I slid myself into her and grew further due to her
incredible softness. As I slid in and out she applied pressure with
her, I don't know, there are no words. It felt... incredible,
indescribable. I reached a hand under her head and grasped her hair and
mine between my fingers feeling their springiness. I reached my other
hand to her firm rear, and squeezed it tightly as I slid in and out of
her. She breathed hard into my neck, kissing me intermittently. She
became so warm inside, actually too hot, so I rose and kissed her neck,
and then cleavage, and then breasts. I suckled her as she began to
squeeze each cheek of my ass when I delved deepest into her. I came as
hard as I ever had. I kept trying, losing more energy with each thrust
into her, until finally I collapsed onto her. I felt her body tauten
along with mine the entire time, enhancing each sensuous feeling I
felt, each and every second. We lay there, panting, holding one
another, and fell asleep.
16.
"Wake up Princess Catherine." I heard.
I stirred, and saw I was lying in bed, naked above the covers, and
Jennifer was lying beside me. She kissed me like a woman never has
after a deeply sensual night.
"I talked to Miss Vivian, and she said it was okay to take you shopping
today. So go hop in the shower and we will go into Denver." She
informed me. "Hurry and we can go, in order to beat traffic."
I rose from bed and went into the shower, and thought of something
along the way.
"Jennifer? I need help, you know, washing my hair?"
"Okay, I am showering anyway, but no sex, we need to go." She said,
trying to be forceful, but visibly happy she could shower with me. We
shed our clothing and stepped into the shower. After the water warmed I
placed my head under the stream and lathered myself up with shampoo.
She washed it for several minutes and rinsed it all out. I soaped up my
body in the corner of the huge shower as she washed her hair and soaped
up, then we rinsed off together, and she brushed off my every sexual
attempt. She turned off the water, tossed me a towel, and left after
wrapping herself in one.
I dried off and went to the bedroom. I found a pair of hose, a pair of
jeans, a pair of navy panties, a dark blue bra, and a white blouse. I
dressed in it all, and found the leather sandals and slipped into them.
Jennifer returned and motioned me toward the bathroom, where I was
pointed to the vanity and I sat. She pulled all of my hair into a
ponytail in the back, and tied it up like hers. She then did my makeup,
in a blue tinted eye shadow, with light red lip gloss. When completed,
she let my hair down and dried it with a diffuser attachment, loosening
my curls.
I felt so sexy. The tightness of the blue jeans. My panties bunched in
my cheeks. The hose so silky under the denim constricting my hairless
legs. The bra, holding the beautiful breasts now adorning my chest. The
silky blouse perfecting my outfit.
'How much better can this get?' I asked myself.
"Perfect. Let's go get you a new wardrobe, shall we?"
'Much better.' I presumed.
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