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"Green Acres VII"
The next day, mid-morning, Mrs. Foster knelt beside the wide sweep of a
white satin wedding gown and lifted the hem of the gleaming satin skirt.
She seemed mesmerized as she reached underneath and gathered the
voluminous layers of petticoats and fluffed them out to their maximum
fullness. The sounds of nylon, satin and crisp taffeta filled the
perfumed room with rustling, whispering zips.
"Nine petticoats in all, all so lovely, and so deliciously feminine!"
She cooed as she fussed and fluffed the petticoats once more before
swishing out the heavy white satin skirt of the wedding gown.
Satisfied at the fullness of the skirts she stood up and put her hands
around the tiny satin waist then swept them carefully down to remove any
unwanted folds in the dress. "Lovely, simply lovely," she exclaimed as
she stepped back examining the gown as if it was on a mannequin stand,
but it wasn't!
A faint gagged whimper could now be heard as Mrs. Foster moved to the far
wall by the closet. This was the room with the lace trimmed curtains,
Deborah's room. She fumbled with the white braided clothesline rope
untying it from its anchor on the wall and began pulling it. A whirring
sound was heard as the rope sung through the pulley arrangement affixed
to an eye-bolt in the ceiling. Another whimpering "mmmff!" was heard
then a short gasp as she pulled the rope once and then again causing the
dress to swish and gleam in the light as Dale, totally feminized once
again dressed in the white wedding gown and layer upon layer of swirling
petticoats began to rise!
"You'll learn to do your makeup a little better from now on and you'll
practice your sewing and crocheting more often too now won't you Deborah
dear?" Mrs. Foster said as the rope became tight against the pulley.
Dale's nylon stockinged feet were now in white patent leather ankle boots
with six inch stiletto heels, his ankles tightly cinched and tied. She
gave another pull on the rope that caused him to gasp, forcing him to his
tip-toes now!
Dale's mouth brimmed once again with another frothy half slip that puffed
his cheeks and held his mouth open. Another two nylon stockings were
pulled tightly over his head once again to keep the gag in place but the
welt of each stocking was now concealed by the high and tight lace
trimmed satin collar of the dress. Mrs. Foster had then added a double
layered white chiffon veil with satin trimming that flowed out over his
head cascaded down his back. His well muffled whimpers almost passed
without notice but were satisfying to Mrs. Foster as they were an
indication to her that another of her punishment sessions was well
underway! She looked on with a smile as Dale teetered on his high heeled
tip-toes trying to keep his balance.
"Sssshhhhhiiikkkkkkk!" Mrs. Foster gave another firm pull on the rope,
it whistled. Dale gasped and blubbered into the gag as he was pulled
higher still. Straining to keep standing his high heeled booted feet
struggled to remain standing but now only brushed the pale pink carpeted
floor. Another pull, then one more caused Dale to grunt then whimper
into his gag once more as he was pulled higher until his feet and the hem
of the wide sweeping wedding gown were now over a foot off the floor!
Dale stretched his legs as far as he could, his booted toes twitched
trying to touch the floor but it was no use. He could only swing gently,
helplessly now! Mrs. Foster then tied the rope off securely at the
anchor hook on the wall then returned to look Dale over.
"So pretty now, so feminine," Mrs. Foster exclaimed at the feminized form
in front of her. "And you do feel feminine now don't you Deborah dear?"
she asked waiting for effect as with Dale gagged as he was a verbal
response was now impossible. "I was going to wait but I am so excited
that I simply must share the good news with you dear!" she exclaimed.
"You already know I've had you on female hormones and up until now you've
done so well with your feminization lessons. But don't worry, you'll get
better dear, much better over time!" She giggled causing Dale to look at
her with his nyloned knob of a head as he "mmffed" a question into his
gag. "You won't be leaving for the county home with the other boys next
week dear!" she said with an excited smile. "In fact you won't be
leaving at all! Mr. Foster and I have managed to get you away from social
services and foster care and adopt you! It's all done now!" she
exclaimed then added with satisfaction. "And since you were a little
trouble maker and not much of a 'boy' in the first place I've had your
paperwork changed to show you as a female named Deborah now! So, you'll
be staying on here from now on as my pretty new daughter! Isn't that
exciting!?" she said than watched with a giggle as Dale gasped then
glubbed into the lingerie gag staring wide eyed through the two layers of
the sheer nylon stretched tautly over his head.
He pulled and wrenched and tried kicking his legs that were bound not
only at his booted ankles but under the bulky dress and petticoats he was
bound at the knees and upper thighs as well. The gleaming satin wedding
gown swished and gleamed in the light as he struggled, the taffeta
underskirts rustling loudly in the feminine bedroom. But there was no
one to help, Mrs. Foster was in full control!
"I haven't decided yet as to how far to take your feminization but have
gotten with a prominent woman psychologist who understands the needs of
gender challenged youths. And with a little more proper training you'll
soon fit all the qualifications for total sex reassignment, that is if I
want. We have plenty of time before making that decision, now don't we
dear?" she asked as she smiled then wheeled over the full length mirror
directly in front of Dale so he would be forced to watch his punishment.
She giggled as she fluffed the dress out once again as Dale struggled at
his bonds hanging from his wrists that were strapped securely with the
fleece lined white leather straps. The leather creaked slightly as Dale
struggled and "mmffed" into his lingerie gag, still staring wide eyed
with disbelief through the layers of filmy nylon hose. "My you seem to
have a lot of energy today!" she said as she watched Dale struggle and
swing slightly. "But I am sure you'll quiet down in no time," she
assured him.
I'm going down and read a few letters over coffee. You can spend the
time looking into the mirror at how pretty you are now and remember what
I said about brushing up on your sewing skills and in doing your makeup
in a more feminine manner. All ladies must be ladylike, don't you agree
Deborah? I'll be back later dear, after you've learned your lesson and
thought over a few things," she said as she then left the room leaving
the lights on and with Dale secured as he was she left the door to the
room open wide.
Dale heard the zip of Mrs. Foster's nylons and the swish of her satin
lined tight wool skirt as she minced and wiggled out of the room leaving
him to his punishment. He blubbered once again into the gag as he looked
into the mirror in front of him. He hung by his wrists and knew that it
wouldn't be long until his arms and shoulders started to ache but for now
he had other sensations to deal with. She had gone the limit this time
he thought as he looked the heavy satin gown over. Forced into a white
satin corset his waist was cinched to a mere 20 inches to fit the tiny
waist of the gleaming white gown. He could feel how tightly Mrs. Foster
had tucked him into the heavily paneled white nylon spandex panty girdle
too and how she continued pulling and working it high up on his waist
until his tightly tucked crotch puckered in and then formed what now
looked remarkably like a woman's vaginal slit! A slit that was now
hidden by layer upon layer of frothy and beribboned petticoats that
filled out the skirt of the dress into a large bell shape. He could see
his booted toes as he pointed them towards the floor but it was hopeless.
He struggled and pulled at his bonds a moment longer and glubbed into the
gag but could only manage to cause the skirts to swish slightly as he
swung gently. He then tried to think of other thoughts as he began
waiting out his punishment but the thoughts of studying more about sewing
and about the application of makeup were soon at the forefront of his
mind as his lapse in these skills had brought him to this.
As the mid morning sun shone through the kitchen window and as the steam
curled up from her fresh cup of coffee Mrs. Foster smiled as she took
paper and pen to answer one of the letters from the morning mail Mr.
Foster had dropped off before returning to his work. Sitting nearby was
an open letter and next to that an envelope addressed to a Mrs. Grace
Foster from a Madge DuBois! Mrs. Foster referred to the letter as she
wrote her reply.
Madge had written:
"My dear sister Grace. I hope all is well for you and Mr. Foster out on
the farm. Things are going well where I am now and after the past two
years I have become comfortable in my new house. The neighbors are nice
and I mentioned earlier a few of my more pleasant diversions with the
next door neighbor boy Timmy.
You'd mentioned you recruited a new "housekeeper" to help you around the
place. I don't know how you two put up with all the young boys from
social services but you provide a good community service by teaching them
a good work ethic. Your new pupil Dale/Deborah sounds like quite a lot
to handle but as you have feminized him I am sure he is coming right
along.
You take care now, we have to get together sometime or maybe over the
holiday season.
Sincerely,
Madge"
Mrs. Foster smiled as she took her pen and began.
"Dearest Madge:
So nice to hear from you, and yes we simply must get together soon.
Things have been going well and as I mentioned I managed to get a
particularly disobedient young man away from the others in the bunk
house. He was a handful at first but he's coming along. I have decided
to keep him on after the summer vacation period and have succeeded in
gaining his adoption I received the paperwork today with your letter! I
will finish his home schooling and of course I have already completed the
paperwork and had all his records changed from the male Dale, to the
female Deborah. I've had him on female hormones for most of the summer
now and with the proper training and conditioning he's finally beginning
to act like a young lady. I have noticed that many things such as
feminine gestures or moods now seem to come from an unconscious level.
He doesn't realize how feminine he has become as it is becoming more and
more of a natural state for him now. So,"she" is coming along quite
nicely.
But you seem to be the lucky one dearest Madge. How interesting to have
caught your little neighbor boy in your bedroom, and going through your
lingerie!" It seems that you've found his weakness and have exploited it
fully. This must have made it much easier to control him and I know how
exciting that must be for you!"
Mrs. Foster went on about a few other things, the weather, cooking and
other unrelated topics but they both understood each other. As she
finished the letter, signed it and put it in an envelope to be mailed she
sat back with her coffee and began to reminisce.
She remembered the fashion show, the pageant that her and Madge had
sneaked into as young girls. They were visiting their aunt Gwendoline for
the summer and while she was busy with the pageant she was too busy to
have the girls underfoot. They were sent into the hotel restaurant to
eat lunch and then they were to wait patiently in the hotel lobby until
she was finished. But as aunt Gwendoline disappeared into the elevator
Grace and Madge did as they were told then after another hour became
tired of waiting in the lobby. They then remembered Gwendoline's
elevator stopped on the 20th floor. They then entered one of the
elevators themselves and decided to see where she went.
Weaving through the corridors and side rooms of the top floor of the
hotel they began to hear ladies voices coming from a small ballroom then
noticed a sign that said welcome to the "Junior Miss Pageant." A strict
looking lady in a blazer stood at the entrance and as Grace and Madge
moved to enter the room they were stopped. "We just want to see our aunt"
they said. "I am sorry ladies" the lady said. "You have to have tickets
to enter. I am sure your aunt will be out in a little bit, the pageant
is almost over." She finished by shuffling the two young girls away down
the hall toward the elevators. Just then two more ladies approached the
ballroom. They were obviously well off and were elegantly dressed. The
lady watching the door turned her attention to the ladies in their late
forties and after greeting them she checked their passes then let them
inside. Madge and Grace stood by the elevator for a moment but as the
lady watching the door looked away the two girls scrambled across the
hall into an adjoining room. The guard lady looked up to see the open
elevator door shut. Satisfied she looked over her clip board as she
stood her post once again.
Grace and Madge made their way through several rooms making their way
back towards the little ballroom. The ladies voices returned, the room
grew dark as they felt their way through the heavy velvet curtains. They
saw a dozen ladies, maybe more sitting around a well lit stage area
flanked by curtains watching the young teenaged girls mince and pose as
they moved around the stage doing a fashion show. Grace and Madge then
spied a dark corner of the room where they wouldn't be noticed as they
watched. They then saw their aunt Gwendoline bring out a teenaged girl
in a flowing white gown. They then watched as she had her stand at the
center of the little stage and fluffed out her floor length dress while
the other ladies looked on.
Six other ladies stood off to the side with their young girls who were
also pageant entries as Gwendoline then checked the flawless makeup of
the blonde haired beauty whom both Grace and Madge thought was the
prettiest by far. They watched as Gwendoline then unbuttoned the top of
the dress and swished it wide to reveal a budding pair of breasts, the
nipples growing erect in the cool room air.
"I thought It was made clear at the outset that this was a sissy pageant.
I'm afraid your entry will have to be disqualified as real young ladies
aren't allowed. Only young teenaged boys are allowed into this pageant,"
the head lady spoke as the others still looking on began whispering
amongst themselves.
Gwendoline undeterred, continued on by swishing the bottom of the custom
layered nylon chiffon gown open wide as she did with the top. The only
thing keeping the dress on was the large ornate brooch like belt
arrangement at the front. It didn't take long until she had the sides of
the dress folded back and secured behind the young contestant.
The ladies in the audience looked on, noticing the white stiletto heels,
the tightly gartered white nylon stockings and the lace trimmed white
satin tap panties she was wearing. Gwendoline then pulled the special
panties away to reveal a little, lace trimmed white satin pouch covering
the genitals of what appeared to be a young lady. Gwendoline then pulled
the elastic lace trim open and released the small but fully developed set
of male genitalia! The little testes dangled in their hairless scrotal
sack as Gwendoline began to work the shaft of the contestant. She wore a
white satin glove as she stroked and worked the little erection which was
encased in a white satin sleeve, a tube of satin with ribbons and tiny
pink bows and lavish lace at both ends, the lace ending just beneath the
head of the little penis which was now beginning to grow erect!
"That's it sissy girl!" Gwendoline cooed as she worked the young boy to
erection while the ladies in the audience looked on with both interest
and disbelief. "Show the ladies you're a sissy, put on a good show
dear," Gwendoline said as she continued to rub and work the little penis
until it became erect enough to stroke.
Grace and Madge stood transfixed in the darkness as they watched their
aunt Gwendoline perform with this young "lady" at the pageant. But as
they realized it was a sissy pageant it soon became clear that the pretty
blonde girl on the stage was in reality their cousin Leslie!
The ladies in the audience began to show interest as Gwendoline stood off
to the side to give everyone an unobstructed view as she worked and
stroked Leslie who's tiny manhood was now fully erect!
He stood there wide eyed in the open feminine gown teetering on the high
white stiletto heels as Gwendoline worked him. He said nothing as he
gasped, breathing open mouthed through his glossy red lips and stared
ahead into the crowd through his false eyelashes and eyeshadow and the
blusher that reddened his cheeks. They noticed the earrings in his
pierced ears and the multi strand pearl necklace he wore and looking
lower they noticed his young budding female breasts with the pink erect
nipples and how they jiggled as Gwendoline continued stroking Leslie.
"That's it, that's it Leslie darling, show the ladies how much you want
to win this pageant, show them how much of a sissy you are dear, show
them your sissy cream!" she said as she stroked gently, teasing the
little manhood with the reddish purple head that protruded from the lace
trimmed satin sleeve. Leslie began to gasp and momentarily became
unsteady but Gwendoline held him firm so everyone would be sure to see
his performance. She then heard him gasp again and felt his member
become even harder as she worked him.
"Ladies, you insist that this is a young lady? Well, can a lady do
this?" she said realizing Leslie was about to come.
Leslie gasped again wide eyed as he looked into the audience. The ladies
looked on, talking amongst themselves as Gwendoline worked Leslie's shaft
then stopped, held it tightly, pointing it into the air as Leslie
involuntarily thrust his girlish hips forward then gasped as he began
spurting ropes of white ejaculate through the air to the crowd of gasping
pointing ladies!
Gwendoline then drained Leslie then as he quickly softened she put him
back into his lace trimmed satin pouch then put the white satin tap
panties back in place. She finished by buttoning the front of his dress
and letting down the bottom then after having Leslie curtsey she led him
back through the curtains as the ladies in the audience clapped their
approval. Within minutes the lady heading the pageant was pinning the
Tierra on Leslie's head of blonde curls while Gwendoline received the
first place trophy!
They hadn't realized the extent of what their aunt had done to her son
Leslie! He always seemed to be an average boy, but rather quite and very
obedient. They often wondered what Gwendoline was doing when she took
Leslie away to the far wing of the house and wondered further where she
would take the young boy when every now and then they would leave with
piles of garment bags and suitcases on a long weekend. But now they knew
indeed! And as they grew older they learned the full truth about poor
unfortunate Leslie who had become the pawn in a nasty divorce!
Although she retained the nice home and a small stipend she got little
more, at least nothing like she had while married. Gone now were the
credit cards, the expensive vacations, the shopping sprees and the life
of a prominent socialite. Her husband moved on and eventually remarried.
He wanted custody of young Leslie but with women having more power in
that area especially in those times Gwendoline won out. She had custody
of Leslie now and to get back at her callous former husband she began by
feminizing his young boy Leslie, turning him into a swishing mincing
sissy!
And when she was done there was little masculinity left in the boy,
hardly any at all and even those traits were quickly fading away. Her ex
husband's visitation rights were still in effect but soon his offers to
take Leslie for the summers or even a weekend began to dwindle. After
all being a prominent and powerful business man and to be seen with a son
who was now such an effeminate young boy, his interest in sharing custody
soon waned and it wasn't long before he stopped coming by altogether!
A strange thought, a strange notion of control that turned out for aunt
Gwendoline to be the ultimate measure of control. With a sense of
satisfaction that would last for decades to come. It couldn't help but
have had an effect upon Grace and Madge!
Mrs. Foster minced into Dale's bedroom an hour later to see him hanging
silently, still quite feminized in the white wedding gown. He gasped and
whimpered as he "Mmffed" into the gag as he felt Mrs. Foster lower the
rope until finally he lay sprawled out on the floor in the mass of
swirling petticoats and that heavy gown. She smiled at her efforts.
"Yes, you're going to be such a proper and pretty young lady now aren't
you Deborah?" She then began untying Dale as he laid there silently now
and sufficiently weakened, only being able to twitch as Mrs. Foster
continued.
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