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Becoming A Big Girl
By Nancy Rose
His heart pounded in his chest, hands shaking, breathing shallow and
fast, like he couldn't catch his breath. If he said yes, everything would
change. He would be changed; she would own him body and soul. He would
die, and someone else would take his place, someone girlish, pretty,
dainty, horny and desperately submissive to her, and to all women.
She would ask him the same question she had asked 30 days in a row, "Are
you ready to be a big girl?"
He was a "little girl," which really meant a 21-year-old young man in
training, in a trap of pink satin, lace and baby bonnets. His hands were
in satin, padded thumbless mittens making it impossible to hold anything
other than his baby bottle, which he sucked on hungrily, even though the
sweet milk it contained was laced with female hormones and will softening
hypno drugs that sapped his will and made him dizzy and weak. But he
drank whenever she brought the bottle, because when he didn't, she left
him to starve.
His home was a giant pink playpen that was more of a cage really, filled
with teddy bears and dollies that he was told to play with. All day long,
a giant flat screen TV that filled the entire wall of the nursery
displayed beautiful dominant women and their happy sissy daughters,
always so happy to be at the feet of their owners. When he was first
locked up here, he hated seeing them, terrified of being one, so thin and
weak and pretty, dressed in satin and lace and heels so tall wearing them
would be almost like walking on your tip toes.
They looked so happy though. He knew they couldn't be. He knew they were
former regular boys like him, who maybe got into trouble in one way or
another, but did they really deserve their fate, to be reduced to little
fuckable whores? But now, all he could think about was how pretty they
were, and how much better they had it than he did, with his diapers
needing changed twice a day, his three bottles a day, his hours of play
time with his dollies, his little cockette locked away, and him so
excited all the time, with painful swelling and constant horniness
driving him mad.
His favorite video showed at night before Mummy put him to sleep after
changing his diaper. It showed a pretty sissy girl getting her weekly
milking, her little hairless cockette freed from its cage, her Mummy
massaging it until it spurted, her face twisted with such intense
pleasure and happiness. He wanted to be her, at least long enough to
experience that kind of relief. He was ready. He didn't care anymore. He
needed to be a big girl, so he could have the pleasures that big girls
were allowed to have. He was going to tell Mummy yes. He wanted to be a
big girl.
He shuddered with fear. He knew what that would mean, what he would have
to do. Being a big girl required the ultimate submission. He shivered.
Maybe he couldn't do it. He could put it off one more day and somehow he
would be released from this crazy prison before he was permanently
changed.
But he couldn't take it anymore. He rubbed the front of his pink nappy
where his little boy part was and could feel it trying to grow big in its
cage.
He had to have it freed. He had to say yes. He had to.
He made himself a promise. No matter what happened, what they did to him,
he would hold on to his male self. They could do anything to him, but in
his mind, he would hold on to the image of himself in dirty jeans and
football jersey and how it felt to be a popular athlete in high school.
He was handsome and all the girls wanted him. What right did she have to
say no to him? She wanted it. He knew she did. Was what he did really all
that bad?
He began to cry like a baby. That was happening more and more. He was
getting more and more comfortable crying, sucking on bottles, playing
with dolls, forgetting who he really was. He needed to work on getting
out of his locked playpen, so he was definitely going to say yes tonight.
And he would try and hang on to being a boy somehow.
***
Later that night, Mummy changed his diapers. She was so loving and kind
when she did that. She cooed to him, told him what a pretty little girl
she was, and how much she loved him and couldn't wait for him to be a big
girl. She stroked his face and gently squeezed his budding nipples. Her
voice soothing, loving, making him so happy. How could he have ever not
loved her? No! Hold on, he thought. Hold on to yourself. Just say yes and
get it over with.
"And now sweetie, I'm going to ask you the question," she said and looked
down at him with that motherly smile, her lush lips blood red, her big
eyes made dramatic with black eye liner and dark blue eye shadow. "I so
hope you are ready to say yes. You have been a little girl for so long
I'm becoming concerned that you might want to be a little girl forever.
Some do make that choice, and prefer being babies. We snip off their
little cockettes so they won't have big girl desires any more, and can
live more comfortably as big babies.
"But you sweetie, you are so beautiful and would make such a luscious big
girl that I hope I don't have to do that to you. So tell me, are you
ready to be a big girl?"
She removed the pacifier from his mouth and looked expectantly into his
face.
He knew how he would sound when he spoke. His tongue had been surgically
altered so he'd always have a lisp and his vocal chords had been
tightened so he'd have the high-pitched voice of small girl.
But still, when his voice immerged for the first time in a month, he was
shocked to hear it sound so girlish.
"Yeth Mummy," he said. "I wanna be your big gewrl."
"You've made Mummy so happy!"
She kissed him on both cheeks.
"Tomorrow we go shopping! Now, you get some rest. We've got a big day
tomorrow. And remember, you are still a little girl. You stay speechless
and in diapers unless you have Mummy's permission."
He nodded yes obediently.
She placed the bottle in his mouth and he drank happily. Soon, he would
be free, well, at least a little more free.
***
In the morning, Mummy's maid Pansy came in and prepared him. Hair
shampooed and styled, trimmed a bit so his bangs would frame his face
attractively. His hair was short and sassy, giving him a sexy pixie look.
She applied make up that seemed a little dramatic for a shopping trip,
completing his sissy whore look with long false eye lashes that made his
every blink look like a flirtation. His lips were painted a dark glossy
wet pink, and looked so enticing he was tempted to kiss his reflection in
the mirror.
"Seems a shame to muss those lips," Pansy said, "But rules are rules and
you are still a little girl."
She inserted the cock pacifier in mouth, the strawberry flavored rubber
filling his mouth. She secured it with a satin strap around his head and
locked it in place.
"When you are a big girl, you can suck on whatever you want!" Pansy said
with a giggle.
She dressed him quickly. Pink diaper first, quickly put into place with
safety pins. Then pink rubber panties over that. But the rest of the
outfit was much more grown up. His training bra went over his buddy
breasts, his swollen pink nipples poking through seductively. Pink satin
top with puffy sleeves that buttoned in the back. A flowing pink satin
swing skirt that reached to just above her knee, her legs smooth and
shapely, so soft and perfect they hardly needed the pink stockings Pansy
rolled up his legs.
Then came the pink, patent leather 4-inch pumps. Finally! Something
other than baby booties. He was so sick of those clunky things. But how
would he walk in them?
"Don't worry about walking in those," Pansy said. "We'll teach you a
sissy's proper walk soon enough, but for now, you'll be on your knees.
Remember, you are still a little girl and can't walk."
Damn, he thought. I so wanted to actually walk. It's been so long. I'm
not even sure I remember how.
And the final touch, a pink leather dog collar ornate with rhinestones.
Pansy tightened it around his neck, and he could feel the rough leather
against his softened skin. (He was bathed every day in a solution of milk
and oils designed to give him perfectly soft smooth skin.)
"And now you are done," Pansy said. "Ready for your shopping trip. I
remember by big girl ceremony. Still makes me excited. Just remember,
whatever happens, don't resist. Resistance just makes it hurt more. When
you accept it all, you will be much happier."
And with that Pansy turned and left.
He felt like crying again, but tried to not, as it might ruin his make up
and he did look very pretty.
***
He crawled like a big baby. Mummy walked him through the sissies mall,
occasionally smacking him on his ass with her cane when she wanted to
turn into a store or for him to begin walking again. They were coming
from Domme Fashions, where Mummy tried on several outfits for his big
girl ceremony, settling on a black corset dress with a handmade leather
corset bodice and a black satin skirt with a subtle dark red rose
pattern. Underneath went several layers of petticoats that had the skirt
swing out in the most ladylike fashion. Underneath she would wear knee
length calf skin boots with 5'' heels.
He looked at her and felt his little boy part stirring. He sucked on his
cock pacifier and almost feinted from how much he loved her.
"Do you approved, dear one?" she asked.
He nodded yes enthusiastically. She smiled.
Done there, she picked up his leash and guided him to the Sissy Wear
Section, where he needed his big girl ceremony dress.
"The idea of the big girl dress is to make your guests absolutely swoon
with desire for you. On your big day, you must be the center of
attention, you must scream sexiness and submission. They aren't the most
practical outfits for everyday wear, but for the night, they do make
things more convenient."
He was allowed to stand as they tried on different outfits. The one that
they settled on made him blush with shame.
The shoes wear white patent leather with big pink bows on the toes and on
the delicately thin ankle straps. The silk stockings went over his milky
smooth legs, now grown soft, thin and shapely after a month of hormones
and little exorcise.
Around his knees when a "sissy step bow" made of pink satin and tied with
a bow. The bow ensured he would take small, mincing steps, until such
time as the bow was removed, as he would need to spread his legs very
wide.
The stockings were attached to six garters, two at the front of each
thigh and one in back, framing his bubbly, girlish ass perfectly, and
accenting his thin waist. Had he grown such a feminine figure in only a
month?
Peaking out from below the satin garter belt was his cockette in its pink
plastic cage, but now with a pink velvet bow securely strapped around his
little sissy balls, making them hard and tight. They seemed so much
smaller and more dainty now than they used to.
A pink satin skirt went around his waist and came just over his hips,
resting just above his cockette and making his bare ass looked even more
enticing.
His blouse was a see through, pink lace confection with a deep neckline,
puffy sleeves and a high collar that fastened around his neck tightly. He
would wear no bra, as the purpose of the blouse was to display his
girlish, growing breasts and tempt party guest to reach out and touch
them.
He stared at himself in the mirror and knew a more fuckable creature
could not exist. He looked meant for sex, to make cocks hard, to be
penetrated and cum on over and over again.
She whispered in his ear, her sweet perfume in his nose, her voice soft
and strong: "You'll be my big girl, my sexy toy, my sissy daughter. After
tonight, you will no longer be a boy at all, but a beautiful sissy slut,
and you will love it."
He shivered at the thought.
And then he thought, Just go with it. You're still a boy. You're still a
boy. Play along, but resist, resist.
***
The ceremony began. Mummy blindfolded and leashed him, the collar tight
around his neck.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispered into his ear. "I love you so much."
He felt a pulling at his boy part and realized that she was finally
removing the chastity device.
"Yessss, you are finally free," she whispered.
She gave the tip of it just a small touch with her fingernail and it
immediately sprang to life, hardening until it pointed straight up.
"Good girl, you appear to be quite ready. But one more thing."
He felt something tightening around his hard cockette.
"A sissy clitty bow," she said, to complete your outfit. "Just adorable."
She pulled gently on the leash.
"Are you ready to become a big girl?" she asked. "If you say no, we can
put you back in chastity and diapers right now."
The thought tortured him. It was so good to have his cockette free,
needing so much to cum. If Mummy could just touch it a little more, it
would be so heavenly. But he knew that wouldn't happen. He knew what was
next. His big girl ceremony.
Must remain a boy, he thought. Must be a boy.
"Yes, I'm ready to be a big girl," he said.
"Good," she said.
She pulled the leash and guided him forward. A door creaked open and
closed. His heels went from carpet to clacking on a wooden floor. He
heard hushed voices, whispers. He felt as if a million people were
staring at him.
Mummy announced: "Dear friends, today my little girl goes from little
girl to big girl. She has accepted what that means and does so willingly.
Sissy Nancy Satin please state your desires."
He spoke the words he had been told to memorize: "I wish to become a big
girl, to put aside little girl things and take on the responsibilities
and privileges of big girls. I give myself willing to Mummy and to the
Sisterhood. My will is your will. My body your body. My soul your soul."
"Then become a big girl," Mummy said. "And prove your soul and mind are
no longer in any way masculine."
"I do so willingly," he said.
She removed his blind fold and he blinked from the bright light. He was
in the center of an ornate ballroom, surrounded by dozens and dozens of
gorgeous women, all decked out in amazingly feminine and thrilling
clothes. At their sides were dozens of pretty sissies, each in thicker
makeup, brighter colors and higher heels. But none was dressed as he was,
dressed to be fucked.
Before him was a bed covered in pink satin sheets. He did as he was
trained to in preparation classes. He climbed onto the bed and while on
his hands and knees, raised his ass into the air, presenting it for
penetration.
"I beg of you, take my virginity and fill my pussy," he recited and
closed his eyes. knowing that it wouldn't take long for his command to be
fulfilled.
Mummy read from a card that was handed to her by Pansy.
"The first taker will be a Dirk Smith, a recent graduate of stud training
who has earned high honors. Madame Jenny, would you please present your
Dirk to my Nancy."
Madame Jenny, looking incredible in a bright red latex dress, lead forth
a collared naked young man with long blond hair, huge muscles and a
raging 8'' cock. Studs were trained at a separate school, and turned into
purely sexual beings meant for procreation and giving feminine pleasure.
Sissies were meant to be charming playthings and companions, skilled in
domestic duties and providing endless entertainment to their owners.
Studs however, were meant for fucking and hard labor. And they were
trained to love both.
"Take that sissy ass, Dirk," Madame Jenny said, "but don't you dare cum
until I tell you."
"Yes, madame," he said. "Gladly."
He climbed onto the bed and, surprisingly, took a moment to run his hands
over Nancy's body, squeezing her nipples, pinching her earlobes, handling
her buttocks with his big meaty hands.
Nancy didn't expect that, didn't expect to be touched, to feel such manly
hands on his feminized flesh. He felt his cockette grew even harder. He
moaned. He felt his sissy pussy open with desire. The thing he had
dreaded for so long, he now wanted, and wanted very much. He wanted to be
fucked.
Mummy handed Dirk a bottle of lubrication, saying: "Have fun but don't
damage the poor girl. She's in for a long night." The crowd laughed.
"Yes miss," he said, and then slathered on the lube, tickled her rosebud
with his oily finger, then slipping one in, and then two.
Nancy moaned, needing it so much. She hadn't expected it to feel that
good, to be penetrated. To be adored. This Dirk certainly seemed to know
what he was doing. After all, sex is what he was trained to do.
He leaned over and whispered into her ear: "You are incredibly sexy. I
can't wait to fuck you. Are you ready for my cock?"
Nancy couldn't speak, desire rendering her mute. She nodded up and down.
"Then get ready," he said. "I'm going to fuck you good and hard and then
cum in your tight little pussy."
Nancy felt the tip of it against her pussy, and then pushing, then
stretching, aching, pain shooting through her. She screamed. Tears
running down her cheeks. She felt ripped in half.
"Being reborn is painful, my dear," Mummy said. "But it will become more
pleasurable soon enough."
In it went, slowly, slowly, deeper, deeper, until she felt filled,
paralyzed, penetrated.
"Relax and let it happen," Dirk whispered in her ear, his big arms around
her, so strong, his thick hard chest on her back. She was so weak
compared to him, not a boy at all, just a sissy. Could she still be a boy
at all? At least a little?
He pulled back and slid it back in, slowly. The pain eased some, and this
time pleasure rippled through her. She wanted him to do it again. And he
did, and there was more pleasure. She moaned loudly, and the crowd
laughed.
"Not so bad now is it, little miss?" someone said.
He fucked her slowly, then faster, and faster. Her aches became lovely
pleasures. She loved having him in her. She wanted more and more. She was
floating on a cloud of sex and happiness, thinking of the big cock
driving deep into her.
"Dirk, cum!" said Madame Jenny.
Think bursts of cum shot into Nancy. She felt every spasm of the massive
cock inside her, and what seemed like a gallon of milk had enter her.
"Mmmmmm," said Dirk, sounding happy. He slowed down as his cock softened.
Finally, he leaned over again, kissed Nancy on the cheek, and said,
"Thank you." He pulled his half soft cock out of her and she had never
felt so empty or hungry. More. She wanted more.
And she got it. The Big Girl Ceremony had ten studs fuck the little girl,
each cumming in her, and with each one, any remaining masculinity being
eradicated. Once sexual pleasure is linked to being fucked, a sissy can
no longer go back to being fully male. They are forever imprinted with
the mind of a cock hungry whore, helped along with hormones and loving
encouragement from their mummies.
But Nancy still had one more surprise in store for her.
"Nancy, you have done quite well, and proven yourself to be quite a big
girl," Mummy said. "We have all enjoyed your display this evening. So
much so that we would like to give you a reward. Would you like
permission to spurt your sissy milk?"
Nancy, after having been ravaged by ten studs, stretched open, filled
with gobs of cum, was very much ready to finally release her sissy milk.
And then was hoping maybe to be fucked again. She had completely given up
any hope of being a boy. All she wanted was to be a good sissy and enjoy
being girly and receiving as much cock into her pussy as possible. It was
all she could think of really. She tried for a second to think of her
former life, her old family, her parents, her little brother, her old
school and old friends. But she didn't care about any of it. She merely
wanted to please Mummy, and to very much spurt her sissy milk.
"Yes, Mummy, very much. I need to spurt my sissy milk so badly."
"Very well then, but you must do it as instructed. We have a new student
at the school, one who needs to be punished and transformed, as you once
did. Are you willing to start him on his road to sissidom?"
"Yes, Mummy," Nancy said. "I would be happy to. I just need to spurt so
badly. I would be happy to help cure a naughty boy."
"Bring him out!" Mummy said.
Two large, strong women dragged out the 18-year-old boy, who was gagged,
handcuffed and in leg irons. He was wearing only pink panties over a
chastity cage and a pink training bra. Nancy knew that's what she looked
like when she was first brought in, first forced into chastity and
girlish clothes. But it all turned out not so bad.
The guards threw the struggling boy onto the bed and held him down.
"Milk yourself onto his face," Mummy said. "And begin the destruction of
his masculinity."
Nancy stood and took position with her cockette aimed right at his face.
Then recognition hit. It was her little brother! Her eyes grew wide with
surprise. Oh no, what was he doing here? She couldn't do this.
"I see you've recognized your brother," Mummy said. "He committed crimes
of vandalism and harassment of girls. He was on the same path you were
on, and so he is now here for correction. But I will let you make the
choice. You can go back into chastity for a month, and he will become a
stud, growing up to be a big strong man servicing the women of the
sisterhood. Or, should you like to cum on his face, letting the taste of
sissy juice begin changing him forever, you may cum as many times as you
like for the next month."
Nancy looked down at her brother, his eyes pleading, looking so cute in
his bra and panties. Nancy milked herself and in mere seconds finished, a
month of sissy milk spurting forth. When she was finished, she leaned
over and kissed her brother on his wet cheek, tasting salty and
delicious.
"Don't fight it," she told him. "Resistance leads to pain. Acceptance is
pleasure. I love you. We'll be sisters soon."
THE END
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