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"Let's go!"
"Wait! You're not taking me out looking like this, are you?"
Her response was to grab my hand and pull me towards the door leading out
of the apartment.
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"What about a blouse? I can't go out in my underwear!"
"It's much sexier like this. Let's go!" ordered Julie.
In a few moments I found myself outside with the door locked behind me.
I was frightened. The girls' demeanors had changed and had become more
authoritarian. With an iron grip on my wrist, Julie led me to their car.
In my heels it was a struggle to keep up and I almost fell down a couple
of times.
I was ushered into the back seat with Julie on one side and Monica on the
other. Valerie got behind the wheel and with all seat belts buckled we
were on our way.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see when we get there!" answered Monica. "Now, be quiet!"
Their previously friendly manner had turned hostile and I was quite
nervous, trying to imagine what they had in store for me. Whatever it
was, I was sure I wouldn't like it. I vowed to myself that after this
evening was over I would be moving out of the house, even if I had to
live in a tent.
We drove for about 15 minutes stopping in a warehouse district on the
outskirts of town. It looked foreboding and my nervousness about their
plans increased. Monica stepped out and ordered me out of the car. I
hesitated and Julie pinched my arm, urging me to follow.
We walked up to one of the buildings. Valerie led the way with Monica and
Julie on either side of me. They held my arms as we walked preventing me
from escaping. With the heels I was wearing it would have been ludicrous
for me to try. I could see light streaming from one of the windows. We
reached the building and Valerie knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" a female voice asked.
"It's me, Valerie. I have with me Monica, Julie, and the new recruit."
Her reference to me sounded ominous and I shivered involuntarily. The
door opened and I was shoved forward. I stumbled into the room and was
confronted with a tall imposing woman who was giving me a critical stare.
She looked me over and told me to follow her. I turned to look at the
girls who had come in behind me. Julie nodded and I turned and followed
the woman through a doorway. I took about two steps into the room and
stopped short. Standing there watching me walk in was my mother.
"Mmm..other, wh..wh..at's going on? Why are you here? What is this
place?"
"A better question is why are you dressed like that, DOROTHY?"
She stared at me and I couldn't hold my eyes on her. It took a moment for
it to sink in that she had called my Dorothy. I had no idea what was
about to happen, but I knew it would not be good.
"I'm waiting for an answer!"
"They made me" I answered, pointing to my roommates.
"Really? The same way Mary made you dress up?"
I could not respond.
"And you don't enjoy it at all? Don't lie to me!"
"Well, maybe just a little" I whispered.
"Is that why you packed your suitcase with panties and camis?"
"Mm..mary made me.
"Excuse me, ma'am. If it's alright we would like to be going" interrupted
Valerie. "I believe we fulfilled our part of the deal.
"Of course, dear" my mother replied. "And you did it quite well.
She reached into her purse, took out an envelope and handed it to
Valerie.
"Thank you ma'am".
With that, my roommates turned and left the warehouse, leaving me there
to await my destiny.
"I never intended to raise a sissy, but it seems that I failed. And look
at me when I talk to you!"
I raised my eyes, which were now filled with tears, to look at her. She
approached me and walked around me.
"Well at least you make a pretty girl! Is that what you want?"
"N..no. Not really. I want to be a man. I am a man!"
She laughed.
"You don't look like much of a man now. Do you think I am wrong?"
"No, I guess not."
"You guess not? Dorothy, walk over to the mirror over there and tell me
what you see!"
I didn't move.
"Now!"
I walked over to the mirror, knowing what I would find. I saw a pretty
girl with tear stained makeup trying to control her crying. To make
matters worse, I felt a stirring in my groin, kept in check by the tight
panties. But it was getting very uncomfortable. My thoughts were again
interrupted by my mother's voice.
"Alright, Dorothy, this is what is going to happen."
Her voice was a lot lower and she seemed to have calmed down. It gave me
some hope the situation would be resolved quickly and things would return
to normal. It turned out to be a false hope.
"I have decided, that since you are a sissy, sending you to college to
prepare yourself for a profession that you could practice as a man would
be a waste of your time and my money. I have informed the school that you
will not be registering for classes next week. Instead you will stay here
with Ms Abigail."
She nodded towards the tall woman who had opened the door for us.
"She and her staff will train you for a career more appropriate for you.
Goodbye Dorothy."
I watched with tears again forming as she picked up her bag and exited
the building, too stunned to speak. The door behind me opened and
another woman entered the room.
"Dorothy, come over here!" ordered Ms Abigail. "This is Ms. Violet. She
will be your trainer. Go with her."
I looked first at Ms. Abigail and then at Ms. Violet. A shiver went
through me as I realized the helpless situation I was in. When I didn't
move Ms. Abigail yelled "NOW!"
That caused me to jump and walk slowly towards Ms. Violet. I was shaking
with fear. She grabbed my arm and propelled me through the door from
which she had entered the room. I could feel the strength in the grip she
had on my arm and a feeling of hopelessness descended on me. She dragged
me down a long corridor and turned into a room. It contained a single
straight back chair, a table about five feet long and a wall of lockers.
There was another doorway on the opposite wall.
"Strip!" she ordered.
I don't know where my courage came from, but I realized that this would
probably be my last chance to resist whatever it was that they planned
for me. I stood straight up and refused.
"All the sissy boys I have trained refuse here. I warn you, all of them
do comply. Don't make me tell you again!"
Though I was afraid and trembling a bit I squared up my shoulders and
walked towards the door. I never got there. Ms. Violet grabbed my arm
with one hand and with the other grabbed the waistband of my skirt. The
button ripped off and then the skirt tore. She released it and it fell to
the floor. I would have tripped on it and fallen if she hadn't held my
arm. She then lifted me in her arms. She carried me to the chair and sat
down. She flipped me over and I landed with my stomach on her knees,
knocking the air out of me.
While I was catching my breath I felt her lift up my chemise. She gently
rubbed my ass through the silky panties for a few moments until I was
breathing easy. Then she came down hard with her open hand. I screamed.
"I warned you, sissy!"
She proceeded to give me the worst spanking of my life. By the time she
was done I had broken down completely. She allowed me a couple of
minutes to compose myself and then ordered me to stand.
"Now strip!"
This time I complied and pulled the chemise over my head. She smiled at
me and pointed to my groin. There was a big stain in my panties. I don't
know when it occurred but clearly I had enjoyed something that happened
during the evening. She motioned for me to continue and in a short time I
had shed my pantyhose, bra, and panties and was standing before her
completely naked.
"Not very hairy, are we? You shave your body?"
"It was waxed, but it wasn't my idea."
"You will call me Ms. Violet or ma'am. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now you were saying?"
"I had a wax job, ma'am, but it wasn't my choice."
"Well sissies often have to do things they are told, like you will now.
Get on the table and lay on your back!"
I did as she told me and she quickly bound my wrists and ankles with
cuffs to the corners of the table. She went to a locker and came back
with a straight edge razor and a can of shaving cream. She put the
shaving cream down and took my cock in her hand.
"Not very big, is it?" she said. "Almost useless; perhaps I should remove
it."
"Nn..o. Ma'am, please don't do that." I sounded pathetic even to myself
and started to cry.
"Well, as tempting as it is, I will not be removing it, only the hair
surrounding it. From now on you are to be clean shaven from neck to toe.
Should I find hair when I inspect, you will be punished."
She applied the shaving cream to my genital area and began to shave me. I
lay perfectly still, not wanting to give her any excuse for cutting me or
worse. It was obvious she had done this before and when she was done,
with my cock having shriveled from fear, I looked like a new born.
She released the cuffs and took me to the next room, which turned out to
be a large bathroom. It had 3 large bathtubs, toilets, and sinks. She
turned the water on in one of the tubs and filled it, adding a generous
amount of flowery scented bath oil, and told me to step in. She left the
room and I heard the door lock after she closed it. I lay in the bath for
about 10 minutes before she returned. She knelt by the side of the tub
and taking a sponge began to bathe me. When she washed my genital area I
got an erection. She took a brush and slapped it causing me to scream and
my erection to subside.
When she finished bathing me she let the water out of the tub, handed me
a towel and told me to come out when I was dry. I wrapped the towel
around my waist and walked back to the room where I had been spanked. She
had me sit on the chair. There was a variety of paraphernalia on the
table.
She held something cold against the back of my right ear and I felt a pin
prick. She repeated it on the right ear and twice on the left ear. I felt
her put earrings in.
"Right now you have two studs in each ear. When they heal you will get
fancier earrings."
She gave me some white baby doll pajamas with pink lace trim and ordered
me to put them on. She smiled when she saw me become erect as I slipped
on the panties. Then we went out the door we originally came in and
walked down the corridor. We turned a corner and stopped at the first
room. She took out a key to unlock it and we entered. It was a small
bedroom with a twin bed and two vanities. Lying on the bed was what
appeared to be a pretty girl with her hands and feet tied to the legs of
the bed and a gag in her mouth.
"Hello Laura" said Ms. Violet smiling. "I will free you if you promise to
cease your struggles. Just nod if you agree."
The girl nodded her head vigorously.
"Do you remember what I told you earlier?"
She again nodded her head.
Ms. Violet released her and removed the gag. Laura stood and stretched
and then turned to me. She glanced at Ms. Violet, fear apparent in her
eyes and approached me.
"Hi, I'm Laura" she said and then dropped a curtsey.
I looked at Ms. Violet and her look told me I had better do the same.
"Hi, I am Dorothy!" I too dropped a curtsey.
"Very good. I will leave you two girls to get acquainted. But first,
remove your panties!"
With my ass still sore from the spanking and being in no mood for
another; I slid them down and quickly stepped out of them. Laura was
equally fast and we stood side by side in front of Ms. Violet. I was not
surprised to see that Laura also had a cock between her legs. Ms. Violet,
who had a sinister smile on her face, handed us each a yellow pill and
told us to swallow it.
"What was that, Ms. Violet?" I asked after taking it.
"Cialis" she replied with a wide grin. "Now lay down on your backs!"
We wasted no time getting to the bed. Ms. Violet then cuffed my left
wrist to Laura's right and my right wrist to her left so we were lying on
our sides facing each other.
"Pleasant dreams girls!" said Ms. Violet as she left the room and turned
out the light leaving us in near darkness.
The narrow bed made it impossible to avoid contact. After trying to
position ourselves we realized it was hopeless and settled down.
"So, Dorothy, do you know what will happen to us here?"
"Not really. My mother told me I would be trained for a career
appropriate for a sissy. Do you know any more than that?"
"No. So your mother was responsible for you being here?"
"Yes, what about you?"
"Same here. Why does she think you are a sissy?"
I told her how Mary used to dominate me and make me dress like a girl and
how my roommates brought me here. I left out the part about the blow job.
"Why did your mother bring you here, Laura?"
"She came home one day from work and I was wearing one of my sisters'
dresses and dancing with a boy."
"So you liked dressing up?
"Not really. My sisters made me."
I could see tears forming in her eyes.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"It's alright, you told me your story. It is only fair I tell you mine.
It started when I was 14."
"How old were your sisters?"
"They are twins and were 13 at the time. It started when I lost a forfeit
to them and they decided to see what I looked like as a girl. I didn't
really want to do it but it didn't seem like that big a deal so I let
them dress me. I thought I would put on the clothes, they get their
laughs and I would take them off and it would be over."
"I guess it didn't turn out that way."
"No, the dress they made me wear buttoned up the back and there was no
way I could get it off without help unless I ripped it off, and I knew I
would be in deep trouble if I did.
So, did they make you wear panties and other girls undies."
"Yeah, a bra, petticoat, and tights. I really felt like a sissy when they
got me dressed."
"Makeup?"
"Just some pink lipstick."
"Did you look like a girl?"
"Unfortunately I did. My hair was a bit long and they were able to fix it
so I looked pretty good. In fact, we all stood in front of a mirror and
we looked like triplets."
"What happened next?"
"Well, they made me adopt different poses for them, all very girlie. What
I didn't know was they had the video cam on the computer pointing at me
so they recorded the whole scene."
"They blackmailed you?"
"Yeah, after that I had to do whatever they told me or they threatened to
put the video on Youtube."
"That sucks!"
"Yeah, it does."
"Did anyone else ever see you? I mean dressed like a girl."
"Yes, that's how I wound up here."
"What do you mean?"
"Well they had a couple of close friends who would come over when I was
dressed and we would all hang out together. They teased me a bit, but it
wasn't too bad. Then one time one of them brought her cousin over, a boy.
She told him I like to slow dance and I would give him a blow job if he
danced with me."
"Did you give him a blow job?"
"No, but I was dancing with him when my mom came home early from work.
She was cool till they left and then really lost it. My sisters told them
it was my idea to dress and the videos they showed her had been edited
and it looked like I was enjoying it. I got the worst spanking of my life
and then she told me I was allowed boys clothing only for school. My
sisters were put in charge of me when mom wasn't home with orders that I
wear only dresses or skirts. She actually took me shopping for dresses,
skirts, underwear, etc. and told the sales ladies I was a sissy and
needed appropriate clothing. It was the most embarrassed I have ever
been. I graduated from high school in May and today mom brought me here."
By now she was crying. She had had it as bad as I did, maybe worse. I
would have given her a hug, but our manacled wrists made that kind of
impossible.
"We better go to sleep" said Laura.
We had given up trying not to have physical contact and aside from our
wrists, only our legs touched each other. That would change sooner than
either of us thought or wanted.
To be continued....
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