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The Appeal by Candy Angel - Edited by Simonne Danielle
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Once again I glanced around the room. There were now far fewer here than
when I first arrived. Then, the room had been jam-packed with sixteen-
year old boys; each clutching a card inviting the recipient to the
'Masculinity Analysis'; better known among teen males as the Sissy Test.
The Test, which had now been in operation for five years, had long been
lobbied for by a vocal number of women. The crusade had been set in
motion on the web by militant feminist groups posting their growing
discontent with what they called inadequate male performance.
Now, with the establishment of our first all-female government, the
campaign had led to the formation of the Gender Reassignment Bureau. At
sixteen, by law, all males had to submit to a so called Masculinity
Analysis. No exceptions. It was the responsibility of the senior female
member of every family to ensure that qualifying males submit. So it was
my mother who had driven me to our local bureau this morning. To say I
was anxious would have been somewhat of an understatement.
I was, in fact, terrified. Oh sure, I knew the odds were in every boy's
favour. Only one in just under a thousand failed their analysis, but
everyone knew of some poor boy who had failed. They would disappear for
six months or so, only to rematerialize as a full-blown sissy;
unrecognisable as a male, always in the company of a middle-aged female.
They could be seen mincing in stockings and suspenders and perched on
six-inch high heels. Occasionally they would be in skin tight satin hot
pants with a matching girly type blouse. But mostly they were clothed in
a myriad of multi-coloured silk and satin ultra-short dresses that
floated on a frilly mass of net petticoats. The dresses and petticoats
were so short that their panties were always on display. If you looked
closely you could even see, through the lipstick, powder, eye shadow, and
mascara, the haunted appearance of a humiliated sissy. Then there were
the rumours; everyone had heard of the sissy parties where the sissies
and their female guardians gathered to do god-knows-what.
I looked around again. Now there were only twelve of us left, and then
ten. The look of relief on the faces of the boys as they departed was
countered by a look of anxiety on those of us who remained. We had all
been through the same humiliating process. Blood and semen samples had
been taken, then a series of physical and psychological profiles. And
then the most bizarre test of all; we were told to watch a series of porn
videos while our reactions were monitored by a battery of sensors. Then
we just had to wait. The lucky ones were given their release in a matter
of minuets. They were all built the same way, broad-shouldered and tall.
Then, over the next few hours, more and more very happy boys were thanked
for their patience and cooperation and shown the door. Until ten of us
remained. The ten became eight, then six, and finally four.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed. There was an audible sound of bolts
sliding and locks clicking on the exit doors. Several people entered the
room and positioned themselves near each of the four remaining boys,
myself included. There was now a short pause as the four of us glanced
around the room and then at each other. An unspoken fear passed between
us. The tension was unbearable. Finally this tension was broken as four
women entered the room. They were all dressed in the same uniform
consisting of a white blouse, black pencil skirt, black stockings and
very high stiletto heels. Three were brunettes and one was blond.
Stopping just inside the entrance, they surveyed the room, apparently
searching. Each then fixed their eyes on one of the boys.
It was the blond woman who settled her gaze on me. I studied her closely
as she closed the distance between us. I judged her to be about forty or
so. Although I later found out she was in fact fifty-two. She walked with
a cat-like grace; her hips swaying with a sensual movement that had me
transfixed. For a brief moment I forgot where I was and why I was here. A
second latter she was smoothing her skirt before sitting down on the
bench next to me. She crossed her shapely nylon-clad legs and rested a
manila folder on her lap before opening it. With a half turn she faced
me. My breath was literally taken away. She had the most beautiful facial
features I had ever seen. Her eyes sparkled with a deep intelligence and
her deep red lips were full and sensual. They formed the most wonderful
smile. I had, in those brief moments, fallen in love.
She gave a small cough to clear her throat and in a voice that was like a
mix of rich red wine and honey, fixed those glorious eyes on me and said,
"I must inform you that you have failed your Masculinity Analysis and
will therefore be reclassified as a sissy pro-tem. This reclassification
will commence at...
She glanced at her slim silver wristwatch,
"...Seven fifty-six PM on this, the 17th of July 2015. And from this
moment you are required to dress, act, and respond in the requisite
manner."
She then handed me a sheet of paper from the top of her folder. I took it
as if in a trance. My world had fallen apart in ten seconds. I was numb
inside and the paper I was holding began to shake in my trembling hands.
And all this had been done to me by a golden-haired angel. As if from a
deep hole I heard her voice again.
"Don't be afraid, Sweetheart. Auntie June is here and she will take good
care of you."
She retrieved the sheet of paper I held and replaced it in the folder.
Her hands held mine with a firm but gentle grip. Softly she stroked the
backs of my hands. As she did so I noticed that her nails were the same
vivid blood-red colour as her lips. The room had, until now, been almost
silent. But now I became aware of other noises. Looking up in the
direction of the sound I could see that the other women were, like Auntie
June, sitting next to a boy and each of the boys were weeping in
differing ways. One was holding his head in his hands while shaking it
from side to side and howling like a wounded animal. Another was still
reading his piece of paper and weeping softly. The third had jumped up
and was pacing up and down while repeating the same word over and over;
"No!" "No!" "No!" A quick gesture from the woman to two of the people who
had entered the room at first and the boy was speedily bundled out of the
room. His voice echoed back into the room. It was still that same single
word "NO!" repeated over and over. I felt my own tears begin to well up.
Auntie June had now moved so close to me that our thighs were pressed
together. Her arm was around my waist and she hugged me closer still. I
was now looking directly in to the most dazzling blue-grey eyes I had
ever seen. I had the impression that she could see into my very soul. She
retrieved a white linen handkerchief from the sleeve of her blouse and
commenced to dry the tears that were forming in my eyes. We were so close
that I could feel the warmth and softness of her body and where our
thighs touched I felt the outline of one of her suspenders. My senses and
emotions, already close to overload, were pushed a little farther as she
tenderly rested my head on her ample breasts. And in a soft whisper said,
"Time to go sweetheart. We have much to do and time is running short."
As we stood I saw we were alone. Everyone had vanished. Holding hands,
our fingers intertwined like lovers, she led me from the room. Despite my
anxiety I knew I would have followed her to the gates of hell if she
asked me to.
My new quarters provided a major shock. They were more of an apartment
than the bedsit I was anticipating. The main living space contained a
couch and two comfy chairs plus a dining table, television and DVD
player. It was very spacious. To the right of the entrance was another
door. Auntie June led the way into a large and very luxurious double
bedroom. On either side of this bedroom were two more doors. The left
hand door was open and I could see it was a bathroom. We continued on and
entered the right hand door. This proved to be a single bedroom. The
d?cor was very plush and very girly. I noted that the only way out of
this room was via the main bedroom.
"This is your room sweetie and I am right next door. Now let's get you
more presentable."
The news that I was to share this accommodation with Auntie June made my
heart skip a beat. Maybe it was this thrilling news that allowed me block
out the fact that it was her job to make me "more presentable".
"Now my little sissy, it's time for a nice bath and some pretty new
clothes."
Half an hour latter I had been stripped naked, bathed, dried, and talcum
powdered by Auntie Jean. To say I was mortified by being bathed by such a
beautiful woman was the understatement of the decade. And matters were
made worse by the erection I developed as Auntie soaped my penis and
balls. Auntie, on the other hand, took all this as if this was the most
normal situation in the world. Indeed upon seeing my distress she just
applied more soap and added the comment, "Don't worry about your sissy
pole sweetheart. Auntie will attend to that latter."
I had never been so embarrassed and humiliated in my life. But my
humiliation was only just beginning. Auntie led me out of the bathroom
and through her bedroom until we were in my new room.
"Now let's see what we have to wear for your d?but. Oh yes, the auburn
peach and black dress with matching bra, panties and suspender belt. And,
I think the black stockings, with the little black bows at the heels. We
can try out the accessories and trimmings as we go."
And with a gleeful clap of her hands she proceeded to lay an amazing
array of frilly and flouncing female underwear on my bed. As I watched
with a growing terror, she calmly told me of my future life.
"Now sweetheart, from now on your name is 'Pansy'. You may keep your
surname but quite honestly it will rarely, if ever, be used. The prefix
"sissy" will always be used in introductions. Such as, if asked your
name, you will reply "sissy Pansy, ma'am" and you will give a respectful
curtsy. As to the correct way to curtsy, I will train you later, so don't
worry. I will also be training you in how to walk, talk, and act as a
sissy. In fact, I'll teach you all you will need to know to be the total
sissy."
All this was said with that same wonderful smile which was like a sunny
day and the promise of heaven all rolled into one. She moved with a
sylph-like grace that oozed sex appeal. But there was more. She had a
commanding presence that screamed one word, "obedience". Her next words,
however, had an even greater impact, for they raised an emotion that I
had not anticipated. Hope!
"You may remember, Pansy, what I said when I told you the results of your
reclassification? You are, for the next eight weeks, a sissy pro-tem.
After eight weeks you will go before the Appeals Commission. At this
point you may, if you wish, ask the Commission to not confirm you as a
'Sissy in Perpetuity'. But I must warn you less than 0.5% of appellants
are successful. Most make the mistake of thinking that if they don't
cooperate with their tutor then the Commission will have no choice but to
grant them a successful appeal. Of course the opposite is true. The
Commissioners are, in fact, looking for collaboration with the tutor. It
shows the sissy pro-tem is respectful of both the law and the system.
This, along with a positive report from me, and you might be successful.
Note I said 'might'."
I had been thrown a life-line and I intended to grab it with both hands.
Certain that Auntie June had spoken the truth and feeling that she had a
secret sympathy for me, I resolved to give her my full cooperation; after
all what choice did I have? Nevertheless my resolution was given an
immediate test.
"It's time to make you pretty sweetheart."
Auntie June took my hand once more and led me to the dressing table where
she sat me in front of its big mirror. In front of me lay an array of
cosmetics; foundation, powder and eye shadow plus mascara, blusher and
lipstick. For the next three quarters of an hour Auntie June worked on my
face with each cosmetic in turn; pausing every few minutes to make a
small modification here and there. I watched with a morbid fascination as
I disappeared and a very pretty sissy face emerged in the mirror to take
my place. After applying a base of liquid foundation, a pale burgundy
blusher gave my cheeks a girlish flush. Next my eyebrows were plucked
into high feminine arches. Then came the eyes; the eye shadow was a pale
blue with a glitter covering, the light-enhanced effects mixed pastel and
metallic reflections. The eye liner and eye shadow gave my eyes a
dramatic little-girl appearance. And the mascara gave me extra long thick
lashes. A pale pink lipstick and my mouth was a sissy-kissable dream.
This was followed by Auntie fitting me with false French acrylic
fingernails and painting them, along with my toes, with a vivid pink nail
varnish.
Satisfied at last with her artistry with paint, powder, and blush she
turned to my hair. As it was still damp from my bath a dollop of styling
gel and a hair dryer and my hair was blow-dried into a very feminine
fashion. Satisfied at last with her efforts I was told to sit on the end
of the bed while Auntie retreated to her bedroom; only to return a few
moments latter carrying a box which she placed on the dressing table.
From within the box Auntie retrieved a tube of clear cream which she
proceeded to spread around both the nipples on my chest with a circular
motion. Content that enough had been applied she returned the tube to the
box. What she produced next baffled me. In each hand she held what at
first sight seemed to be balls of clear jelly which she pressed against
my cream-covered nipples. After a few adjustments she told me to hold
them in place and wait. After a few minutes my chest commenced to gently
heat up and I could feel the jelly adhering to my chest. At the same time
the jelly began to gain colour and shape. I watched them, transfixed. In
ten minutes the process was complete. And in my hands I held a pair of
perfect tits with no perceptible join to my body. I looked at Auntie. My
mouth could form but one word; "How!"
"Simple, Sweetie, the material was developed here at the Bureau. It
adjusts to skin colour and texture and the shape and size are pre-
programmed. You now have a nice pair of C-cup titties. Plus I think you
will find a certain amount of sensitivity. Now you can fill your bra more
appropriately."
Not for the first time this day I was left speechless. Auntie helped me
to stand and the next moment she was slipping the suspender belt around
my waist followed by the bra which was eased up until my new titties
filled the black lace-trimmed cups.
"Now for your panties honey, step in."
Auntie held out the panties. Her fingers held the elastic waist band wide
open and I dutifully stepped into the dark peach-coloured satin knickers
covered front and back with lashings of black lace. They matched my bra
and suspender belt to a tee.
"Your first panties precious, the first of many I am sure."
Auntie sat me back on the bed and proceeded to open the packet containing
the black stockings. While she held them up checking for any snags or
snares I saw the small bows set at the bottom of the seams where they met
the heels. Rolling each into a donut she eased them up my legs and
secured the stocking tops to the suspender tabs. I was told to stand and
as I did I could feel the pull of the suspenders on the nylons. Some how
I knew I had been started on a course that had no return. I looked up at
Auntie June. Her face was a picture of delight as she scrutinised me from
head to toe.
"And now, Darling, time for the piece de resistance."
After disappearing into the walk-in closet Auntie returned a few moments
later holding a very short and very frilly dress. It was a complete match
to the undies I was wearing. An auburn, peach, and black confection in
bridal-patterned satin with several layers of net petticoats built in. It
had a full circle skirt and the skirt was raised in places which showed
off the pretty laced ruffles underneath. It also had a big satin ruffle
'round the hem and sleeves which had a lace overlay. The neckline was
ruffled and laced with pretty peach flowers all the way 'round. A
matching ribbon flower neckband added an extra touch of sissy glamour. It
was finished with a big bow at the back covered in lace. With great care
Auntie June slipped it over my head, making sure not to disturb my hair
or makeup. I felt the dress tighten around my waist and bust as Auntie
zipped it up. A pair of fingerless white lace gloves was placed over my
hands and six inch stiletto pumps fitted on my feet. As soon as the shoes
were on I began to totter and sway and Auntie June had to hold me by the
arm to stop me from toppling over. Finally, after adding clip-on earrings
to my earlobes and a frilly lace garter that was positioned on my right
thigh, Auntie seemed satisfied. Still clutching me by the arm Auntie June
led me over to a full length mirror near the end of the bed.
"Look Pansy, isn't that the most adorable and pretty sissy you have ever
seen? You were just born to wear delicate and frilly panties and dresses.
As I stared at myself, my mind was reeling at the vision that gazed back
at me. I was a confection of girly satin and lace. But of course no
'real' sixteen year old girl would have been seen dead dressed as I was;
except perhaps at some bizarre fancy dress party. Neither would their
faces been as blatantly painted and powdered as mine had been. My dress
was so short that my stocking tops and suspenders were plainly visible
and even the smallest movement on my part gave anyone watching an
unobstructed view of my panties as my dress bounced and flounced on a sea
of net petticoats. It was obvious to anyone what I had become; an
extremely sissified boy. I could never be mistaken for a girl. All this
was running around my head and feeding my emotions; emotions which were
intense embarrassment and humiliation. It was all too much for me. I felt
tears welling up and the dam that held back my feelings burst and I began
to sob uncontrollably. Auntie quickly took command of the situation. She
sat on the end of the bed and pulled me down so that I was perched on her
lap, her arm firmly around my waist.
"Now, now Pansy, tell Auntie what's wrong. Don't you think you look
pretty? Tell Auntie, Sweetie."
Auntie seemed so genuinely bewildered by my distraught condition that I
momentarily stopped my weeping. However as I looked up at our reflection
my emotional turmoil returned. Sitting on Auntie's lap had caused my
skirt and petticoats to rise up and my panties and stocking tops were
fully exposed. Auntie had one arm around my waist while her other hand
was gently stroking my stocking-clad leg. She was still the sexiest and
most beautiful woman I had ever seen despite the fact that she had
transformed me into a simpering sissy; a simpering sissy who again burst
into tears.
"Yes Auntie, I do look pretty but I am a boy and I don't want to be
punished like this. Oh Auntie, please don't punish me."
Once again I dissolved in a flood of sobs and tears. Auntie waited until
my crying had subsided and placing a finger under my chin lifted my head
up until I was looking straight into her beautiful blue-grey eyes.
"Oh Sweetheart, do you think I am doing this to punish you? Nothing could
be further from the truth. This is truly for your own good you know. You
do trust Auntie, Sweetie. Don't you?"
It was a question I could only answer with a nod of my head. For, despite
all that she had done to me, my love for my golden-haired custodian was
very deep-seated and intense.
"You must always be concerned about other people Pansy. Your poor mother
and sister and any girls you might meet, for example. What if you meet a
nice girl and wanted to have sex how could you satisfy her with your
little sissy pole? She might think she had been deceived and take the
issue to court. Your little pole would have to be exhibited to the Court.
Think of the shame your mother and sister would have to endure when this
was on full public view."
At this point Auntie moved her hand, which had been caressing my leg, up
to the waistband of my panties and with a gentle tug pulled them down
until they were around my knees. My very small cock was revealed and much
to my anguish was as stiff as a poker. What Auntie did next was as
unexpected as it was overwhelming. With her index finger she tenderly
stroked my stiff sissy pole.
"And Pansy, you should know that the tests we did today showed your sissy
juice is of a very poor quality and this, if not dealt with, with my
expert experience, will lead to great harm to your health."
I was dumbfounded. Whatever did she mean? I didn't have long to wait to
find out. Auntie June produced a condom and slipped it over my modest
erection. With the aside, "Must not get sissy juice all over these pretty
panties, must we, Pansy?"
And, wrapping her fingers and thumb around my stiff sissy pole, she
started to gently masturbate me. I gasped! What was happening was beyond
my wildest dreams. My head was spinning as Auntie June took me on a ride
to heaven. Her mouth was only a few inches from my ear and, as she
continued to stroke me, she was softly whispering, "Look in the mirror
Pansy. Don't you look like a pretty sissy? You're Auntie's sweet little
Pansy. You will be forever. You will never wear horrible boys' clothes
again. You will be painted and premed; perfumed and dressed in the
frilliest lace and satin. Your legs will be clad in sheer nylons and your
panties will be on display for the enjoyment of all the females you
serve. Tell Auntie it's what you want. Don't be shy just say, 'Yes
Auntie, I am a sissy and my name is sissy Pansy.'."
Auntie's hypnotic voice and the feeling developing deep within me
combined to make me a total slave to Auntie's will. Her voice continued
to wrap around my psyche with the same effect as her finger which
enveloped my sissy pole. Finally I gasped out the words that sealed my
fate.
"Oh yes Auntie, I am a sissy and my name is sissy Pansy."
At that very instant my sissy juice filled the condom and I went limp,
still in Auntie's embrace.
Auntie let me recover before sliding me off her lap. I was very aware
that my panties were still around my knees as I attempted to pull them
back up Auntie's voice stopped me dead.
"Not yet, Sweetie, we haven't finished yet."
Auntie was holding a small curved clear-plastic tube in her hand. Pulling
me to her she pulled my still limp sissy pole out and slipped a plastic
ring with holes set all around the edge over my sissy pole and drained
ball sac until it formed a tight fit at the back of my scrotum. Next
Auntie looped a thin cord over the tip of my sissy pole and proceeded to
thread it through the plastic tube and with a gentle pull my pole was
passed through until the tip was level with the end of the tube. At the
opposite end of the tube six plastic pins were lined up with the holes in
the ring. The two parts of the plastic prison were now joined together. A
small lock was passed through both halves of the tube and clicked shut.
Now without the key the tube could not be removed without cutting off my
balls. Auntie's explanation of why she had put me into chastity was
simple and to the point.
"We can't have you self-milking anymore can we Pansy? That's Auntie's
task from now on, Sweetheart."
If I thought that my humiliations had finished I was wrong. A new piece
of plastic in the form a belt was fastened around my waist. It had a
strip of plastic fixed at the back with a hole that lined up with my
sissy pussy. The other end went between my legs and was secured to the
underside of the tube that covered my sissy pole. Before I could wonder
what was happening now, Auntie pulled me face down over her lap. My view
of the world was now restricted to the patch of carpet that was about
twelve inches from my face. The next sensation I experienced was a cool
liquid which was trickling into my sissy pussy. The sensation was not at
all unpleasant; however, the next one was a lot less pleasurable. I felt
Auntie easing my buttock cheeks apart and a hard cylinder like object was
being pushed deep into my anus. Just as I began to cry out in pain I
heard a click and Auntie stopped. I was told to stand and Auntie pulled
my panties back into place.
"Now Pansy, walk up and down and get accustomed to the butt plug. It will
help you to swing your hips and wiggle your bottom more like a sissy."
As I minced up and down the room I could feel the butt plug working its
way backwards and forwards in my sissy pussy and I knew my hips were
swinging more and my bottom was wiggling like a true sissy. "Stop,"
Auntie's voice stopped me dead, "I know just what we need here." She
disappeared into a large walk-in cupboard only to reappear with a
feather, an especially a large and showy one. I was told to bend forward
and the feather was attached through my panties to the end of the butt
plug. Now when I minced the plume waved in time with my waggling bum. I
thought my shame would never be at an end. And I was right. For, after a
moment or two of mincing, the butt plug began to vibrate. The pleasure it
brought was, however, not to last long. The gratification was replaced by
pain as my sissy pole tried to stiffen, stimulated by the vibrations from
the butt plug. But of course the chastity tube was exercising an iron
discipline. And Auntie was less than sympathetic to my suffering.
"No milking for a few weeks, Pansy. Not until I see how well behaved a
sissy you can be. Now let's go and introduce you to a few female friends
of mine."
As I made my way out of the room, the feather in my bottom waving like
mad, I was desperately trying to hold back my tears.
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I would like to dedicate this story to my Mistress Miss Jennifer and to
my editor Simonne Danielle. If you liked this story or if you hated it
please tell me by emailing me at [email protected] or by leaving a
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The next part of this tale is now underway please be patient.
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