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Sissy Farm ? Chapter 17 - By: Beverly Taff
List of Characters.
Me: Michelle - A Natural transvestite sissy;
Janice: My Younger sister;
Aunty Bev: Janice and My mother?s Sister;
Mistress Janet: Headmistress of the young lady?s academy;
Dr Shirley: My endocrinologist;
Miranda: A very effeminate Sissy sales assistant;
Miss Stern: Miranda?s mistress who owns the shop;
Peregrine: AKA. Uncle Penny. My transvestite uncle,
(Aunty Bev?s brother);
James: AKA. Auntie Jamie, Peregrine?s Partner;
Victoria: An older RG friend of mine;
Jemima: Victoria?s sissy brother;
Portia: Victoria?s mummy;
Julia: My dining companion & mentor at Mistress Janet?s
Academy;
Sophia & Angelica: Victoria and Jemima?s friends;
Delilah & Nancy: My ex Attackers;
Davinia: Sissified Gypsy boy once called David;
John and Simone: Davinia?s older gypsy brother and sister.
Sissy Farm - Chapter 17 - The Dairy
Within a week of starting the lactation medications all we sissies in
the second year began to feel our breasts starting to become sensitive.
Then to our surprise and delight, the second Monday morning of the term
we all simultaneously awoke to find our breasts feeling heavy and
swollen. I was lying in a loose embrace with Janice when I sensed a slow
dull ache invading my breasts. I groaned slightly and shifted to ease my
breasts when I felt a distinct tingle in my nipples and I squeaked as
the sensation brought me to full consciousness.
?Ah!? I gasped as I gently hefted my tender breasts inside their size
?d? cups.
?What?s up?? murmured a sleepy Janice, who then felt her own
awakenings.
?Oh! Ooow-ooh!? she suddenly squeaked, as she mirrored my condition.
?It?s my breasts. I think I need to be milked.?
?Yes! So do I. I think,? added Janice as she now also cupped her
sensitive orbs.
We both sat up and fondled our aching breasts as our fingers strayed
curiously to the swollen stiff nipples.
?Oooh! Mine are sensitive!? giggled Janice.
?So are mine, I?ll have to go. It feels a bit sore.?
We stepped out of bed and gasped as our mincing steps to the bathroom
caused our swollen breasts to bounce sensitively. There we met the rest
of our dormitory wing gathered in the showers as they feverishly waited
while Victoria unfastened their corsets and belts. Once free of all
encumbrances, each sissy plunged eagerly in the shower as one by one we
all realised that the warm jets gave their aching breasts relief. Soon
all the sissies and Janice were moaning contentedly in the showers like
a herd of cattle waiting at the farm gate to be milked. Then Victoria
joined us for a quick shower before ushering us out and getting us ready
for our first visit to the dairy.
?Right you little darlings dry yourselves down and put on the special
dairy corsets that you were issued with when you started this year. They
are the ones with the special nursing cups and front fasteners.?
We had seen our older sissy colleagues already wearing these special
dairy corsets so we knew how to put them on. Janice and I giggled self-
consciously as we dressed each other and cupped our swollen breasts in
the soft silk cups. The new corsets were a strange combination of cruel
constriction around the waist and tummy whilst the nursing cups were
deliciously soft and silky. They felt quite delightful as the
beautiful material caressed our sensitive nipples. We could not resist
caressing our sensitive nipples through the silky cups and we gasped
salaciously as the silky material transmitted delightful tingles of
pleasure from our nipples down our `milk-lines? to our clitties. Both of
us sagged with lust as we savoured the overwhelming sensations of pure
pleasure rippling down our newly activated milk lines.
?Gosh!? gulped Janice evocatively. ?Now I know what they mean by a cow
?letting down milk? when the calf sucks her udder.
I croaked agreement but failed to form any words. My sensations of
animal lust had reduced me to an animal state and it was several;
seconds before I recovered any human composure.
When we had recovered our composure we stared at each other bashfully
for we had obviously lost all inhibitions as our primordial mammalian
needs had overtaken our higher sensibilities. For one fearful moment we
had both become dumb dairy beasts. Finally we managed to control our
urges and we were dressed by six thirty. By now our tits were starting
to become uncomfortable. Janice and I glanced nervously at each other as
we added the finishing touches to our appearances and gently hefted our
aching breasts inside the new silky bra cups.
?Mine are beginning to ache,? I whimpered.
?So are mine,? replied Janice. ?Come on, we?d best get down to the dairy
block,? she added.
We stepped out onto the landing then minced down to the quadrangle as
fast as our new nursing corsets would allow. We both noted that the
corset hems were narrower than our previous corsets and we had to sway
our hips more than before to accommodate the steps of the stairs. Janice
turned to me as we as we negotiated our way downstairs.
?Are these corsets tighter than the old ones?? she wondered.
?I think so,? I replied, ?The cups are bigger and more comfortable, the
waists are the same but the hems are definitely narrower.
We had to sway our hips alarmingly and this exaggerated our mincing gait
until we joined the milling throng of second year sissies who were all
gathered at the quadrangle and feverishly massaging their breasts as the
need to be milked became progressively more painful and urgent.
The moment we arrived at the foot of the stairs, Delilah and Nancy
joined us as they nervously massaged their aching breasts.
?Are your breasts sore?? asked Delilah.
?Yes. It?s getting quite painful,? I replied as Janice nodded agreement.
Several other sissies within earshot nodded as we all tried to ease the
aching by gently massaging our breasts. There was now a general air of
agitation as we waited for Victoria to arrive and lead us to the dairy
block. Victoria did not appear until six forty five and by then several
of us sissies were whimpering needfully.
?Are you all ready darlings?? called out Victoria knowingly.
A general chorus of urgent yeses answered her inquiry so she led us off
in a crocodile of pairs between the hockey pitches to the dairy block.
As we stepped outside the dormitory quadrangle we saw the other
crocodiles of sissy herders converging towards the large dairy building.
At first we wanted to rush to get there first but Victoria was a
stickler for discipline and she ordered us to slow down as senior
sissies had priority, particularly the super milkers like, Julia.
Slow down darlings!? ordered Victoria. ?You won?t be milked any quicker,
the dairy block doesn?t open until seven and then the senior milkers
have priority. As the most junior additions to the herd you?ll have to
wait your turn to be attended to.?
There was a low groan of discontent from our crocodile but Victoria
ignored it. She was more than used to the stressful gathering of sissies
every morning and evening. Finally we arrived at the dairy block and
found ourselves looking up with urgent anticipation at the clock above
the dairy block. As the aching in our breasts grew more painful we
collectively wished the minute hand to hurry up. By now there was a low
cacophony of sighs and moans as sissies from every year began to get
agitated. Indeed some were already undoing their nursing cups as their
needs overtook them. The more knowledgeable ones had anticipated this
and they gently dabbed their leaking nipples as the milk started to
spurt. One supermilker had even brought two small bottles and she was
holding them to her gorgeous ripe breasts as her milk spurted into the
bottles. The senior girl in charge of that class watched benignly then
spoke to all of us sissies.
?If any of you have the same problems as Sandie here, you should take a
leaf from her book and bring some emergency bottles.?
I wanted to ask why the dairy block didn?t open sooner but was afraid to
in case I drew some sort of unwanted attention to myself. Instead I
kept quiet and prayed that my aching breasts would not let me down.
Eventually the sombre tones of the dairy clock measured out seven
o?clock and the doors of the dairy block swung open. The super-milkers
immediately advanced first, and then each class entered in strict
seniority until we juniors entered last. As the other sissies went
straight to their allotted stalls we were made to gather until Victoria
could allot us our stalls. She explained the drill.
?Each pair will be allotted a stall and they will keep to that stall for
the duration of the academic year. Each pair will be responsible for
keeping their stall clean and also the milking equipment. Once you have
finished being milked, each pair will have to clean up any spillages and
then clean out the equipment. Now I know you?ve all paired up so the
school likes to keep it?s dairy heard happy and you will of course each
remain with your chosen companion unless their is some medical reason
why you cannot remain partners. That very rarely happens. Now as I read
out your pairs, I will give you a stall number. Each pair can go to the
stall and wait for the dairy maid to attend. The dairy maids are all
second year girls and so they will be learning too. Be patient. They are
just as nervous and anxious but excited as you are.?
With these words, Victoria started to read out the paired names and we
minced off to our stalls to await our first milking. Nancy and Delilah
were in the stall next to Janice and me and we exchanged nervous smiles
as we waited for our dairy maids to appear with the milking teats.
Eventually two nervous girls appeared with uncertainty written all over
their faces. Jenifer identified herself to Janice and me whilst Andrea
joined Nancy and Delilah.
Jenifer smiled wanly then nervously connected the tubes of the vacuum
teats to the vacuum line. Then she motioned her head self consciously
towards our breasts and held out the suction cups as we garnished her
meaning. We unfastened our corset cups and bared our ripe breasts. With
trembling fingers Jenifer attached the cups to our nipples. The vacuum
immediately drew our sensitive nipples into the teats cups and Janice
and I gasped with delight as the first spurts of milk erupted from our
nipples. Happy with her immediate success, Jenifer smiled with evident
satisfaction as my and Janice?s milk started to fill the large
transparent bottle. Jenifer instructed us to then lie facing each other
on the large cushioned Bench
,D?you feel OK.? she asked.
?Mmm-mm,? I replied as Janice also nodded. ?Never felt better.?
Our beatific smiles obviously pleased Jenifer and she sat back with
evident satisfaction as she watched our milk spurting rhythmically from
our nipples.
?Does it feel nice??she asked after a few minutes.
?Mmmm! Does it ever,? sighed Janice as we lay facing each other and
started to squirm softly.
Jenifer watched transfixed as our reactions started to betray our
arousal and she giggled with fascination.
Janice and I started to get really horny but to our dismay, our milk
started to dry up.
?Oh no!? I gasped, ?I?m finished!?
Janice let out a snort of discontent then to her dismay she was also
drying up. We looked up then to find the whole class of second year
sissies expressing dismay as their breasts were being exhausted of milk.
?Gosh that wasn?t very long,? I cried.
?I suppose it?s because were just starting,? observed Janice a little
testily.
?Well that?s it I?m afraid. You?ve produce just over a litre between
you,? observed Jenife, ?One thousand and twenty three cubic centimetres
to be exact.?
?Crikey! How long before we hit the two litre stage?? wondered Janice
aloud.
?They say it takes a year or two,? observed Jenifer. ?Doctor Evans told
us girls that younger sissies mustn?t produce too much too quickly or
the calcium demands affects their bones and their growth. Here are your
calcium supplements. I was told to give them to you if you jointly
passed one litre. If you didn?t produce a litre, then I had to tell
Doctor Evans. She monitors the sissy herd quite closely.?
?I suppose the same goes for me then,? added Janice.
?It must,? replied Jenifer, ?do you like being a milker??
Janice nodded and gently wiped her deliciously pink nipples. I followed
suite and we savoured the pleasures as we swapped duties and gently
wiped each other?s nipples. Jennifer watched and smiled.
?It must be really nice to already be so close as sissy and mistress.
Stonewall Jackson says you are going to be mistress and sissy when you
grow up. Is that true??
Janice nodded and smiled dreamily as her nipples stiffened erotically
and she squirmed responsively.
?We?re something of a pair of guinea-pigs,? observed Janice, ?That?s why
we share a private study.?
?Your nipples are nice and pink. Will they stay like that or go brown??
asked Jenifer as she disconnected the equipment.
?Doctor Evans says it?s one of the few advantages of joining the sissy
herd. My nipples will always stay pink and perky just like a sissy?s.
It?s the lactation medicine that keeps them nice and pink and perky.
Even if I have a baby later on, I can suckle my own baby if I want, but
my nipples will never go brown and ugly. Nor will my breasts grow
saggy.?
Jenifer gave a wistful smile.
?I wish I could join the sissy herd but my mummy won?t let me.?
Sadly, she gathered up the bottle and took it to the pasteurising room
whilst we cupped our washed breasts back into our new dairy corsets and
set about cleaning the equipment. Fortunately Jenifer had been super
efficient for her part. There had been no mistakes and no milk spillages
so there wasn?t much to do in the stall except tidy the sheets on the
communal couch were we had lain together facing each other.
By seven thirty the whole class of second-year sissies, were finished
with milking and making their way back to the dormitory. Once in the
quadrangle of the dormitory block, Victoria assembled us and gave us a
questionnaire.
?Does anybody have any questions?? she asked.
A few sissies asked when they would get to the two litre barrier and
allowed to share sissygasms so Victoria repeated what Jennifer had
already told us.
?Producing too much milk would make too much demand on your sweet,
little, growing bodies. You will need the calcium to grow your bones
properly and develop the proper sissy shape with wide rounded hips and
small waists. So I?m afraid it?s no sissygasms by milking until at least
the fourth year.? She continued, ?By then you?ll be fifteen and sixteen
and you?ll have reached your full growth potential.?
There was a low sigh of discontent but we sissies had to accept the
rules. As it was, we were already smaller than the girls and would
continue to be so right up to adulthood. Thanks to our regimen of sex
and growth hormones, we, as Mistress Janet?s sissies, would never be
able to physically overpower a mistress. Sissies were far too delicate
and effeminate to resort to violence. An ordinary girl would always be
stronger and slightly larger. No matter what sort of nature an adult
sissy had, she would always have to obey her mistress. Besides the very
real physical constraints that prevented any useful resistance, the
hormones also made us sissies submissive and compliant.
As to our relationships with real boys, well in truth we rarely saw any
at the school. However, outside, during the holidays, we went in morbid
fear of boys. To us sissies, real boys already appeared as huge powerful
brutes who could snap our pretty corseted bodies like a dry twig. In
adult life, we would always feel that little bit safer with our
mistresses present in public places. Mistresses had better and more
feminine wiles to control the huge male brutes. To our delicate,
sissyish, perceptions and natures, boys seemed to lumber about like
predatory beasts. They seemed to walk from the shoulders instead of
swaying gracefully at the hips.
These lessons were learned early on. During our early teen years we
learned very quickly that it was much better and safer to ?pass? as a
girl than be ?read? as a sissy. Most boys seemed to take a cruel
pleasure in tormenting sissies or worse, physically injuring them. In
later years we sissies of Mistress Janet?s academy would be grateful for
the early hormone treatments. In later years we were to learn from other
sissies who had not had the benefits of Mistress Janet?s academy.
Ordinary sissies who had been sissified in adulthood always avoided boys
and men unless introduced to them by their mistresses. They were too
easily read and therefore too vulnerable. I was to be eternally glad
that I had been sissified in my early life.
By the end of my second year at Mistress Janet?s Academy, I was well and
truly sissified. My breasts had grown to double D and on my smallish,
slender sissy frame, these looked spectacular. I was enormously proud of
them.
On the last morning of my third year, I was admiring my naked tits in
the long mirror as Janice helped me fit my new double D cup nursing
corset that Aunty Bev had brought along after the school nurse had
written to advise her of my development. Janice smiled over my shoulder
and studied me in the mirror. Her breasts were a respectable D cup and
coupled with her blossoming female body she also looked spectacular. She
smiled impishly as she fingered my stiff sensitive nipples.
?Just think you?ll never be able to see your shoes again.?
I gasped responsively then giggled.
?If they grow any more I?ll have to be very careful not to bend over too
far. I?ll topple forward! As it is, my back and shoulders ache if I
stand too long without my corset. I don?t think I?ll ever be able to
live without it.?
?Oh you?ll be OK once you?ve stopped growing. Your body will be stronger
once your bones are set.?
?Does your back ache?? I asked Janice.
?Yes a bit, because I?m a bit taller than you, but my breasts aren?t so
big.?
?D?you wish they were?? I pressed her.
?Not really,? she grinned. ?A ?D? cup is big enough for any girl.?
?D?you think mine are too big?? I continued.
?Oh gosh no! You?re a sissy. Mistress Janet?s sissies all have nice big
breasts. It?s the dairy thing.?
?Mmmm,? I replied, not entirely convinced.
Janice sensed my uncertainty and stepped around me to gently plant a
delicate kiss on each stiff pink nipple. Then she looked into my eyes.
?Secretly the girls are all a bit envious of we dairy herders. They know
that if they have babies, their boobs will begin to sag and grow veins
and have ugly brown nipples. Our tits will always be firm and erect with
these delightfully sensitive pink nipples.?
?So why don?t the real girls take the same hormones as you?? I asked.
?I don?t know,? replied Janice, ?Doctor Evan?s advises them not to. It
does something to the milk apparently.?
?Aren?t you worried about your milk then??
?I don?t mind.?
?So what do these hormones do?? I pressed.
Obviously Janice had had extra instruction about the effects of the
hormones. She made me sit then took the hairbrush from our vanity table
and gently brushed my hair as she explained.
?Sissy milk affects baby boys. Apparently the brain is still forming
during the first few months after birth and sissy milk affects the male
brain. It modifies the sexuality function in the brain by changing the
metabolism inside the little lobe beneath the cortex. Dutch doctors
discovered a tiny lobe just beneath the cerebral cortex that reflected a
person?s sexuality. Apparently transvestites have a different shaped
lobe from ordinary males and gays have a different shape again. Doctor
Evan was involved in some further research and discovered some hormone
compounds that affect the new born male child. It?s much the same as a
baby's social relationship developing by close tactile contact with
their mothers during the early weeks of life. If a baby does not get
proper nurturing and mothering at an early age then they can grow up
into dysfunctional desensitised individuals who cannot relate to other
human beings properly.
The Old Romanian regime of Chouchesque discovered this and used it to
produce a generation of secret police who would happily torture men and
women without batting an eyelid or suffering their own psychological
breakdowns. They were completely inert to any compassionate responses
and functioned like machines. As babies they were removed from their
parents and brought up in cold inhumane asylums. They turned out to be
the perfect beasts to reinforce Chouchesque?s brutal oppression.
Well Doctor Evans studied this information and derived a hormonal
technique to re-shape young baby?s brain and sexuality. Then she used
some clever gene manipulation and hormonal splicing and there you have
it. Those horse-pills that Doctor Evans gives to the sissies contain
these hormonal and genetic derivatives. By the time you sissies come
into milk, your genetic makeup has been permanently changed. Your milk
turns baby boys into future sissies. If a boy baby is suckled by a sissy
or fed on sissy milk, by the time he is six months old, he has been
changed completely into a little sissy inside his pretty little head. It
later manifests itself sometime between ten and eighteen.
Doctor Evans has been very clever you see. The little boys grow up
confused and uncertain until they finally realise they are sissies and
then they want to look like girls and pass for girls.?
?But what about the boys, those not destined to be sissies?? I pressed
nervously, ?The reluctant ones, the ones sent to be punished by the
courts? How are they changed??
?She?s developed other pills that change the sexuality of the brain by
similar chemistry. After a year on the medication any boy becomes a
sissy and there?s no turning back. Even a full grown man will be
sissified.?
I shuddered nervously at this astounding revelation. My only reassurance
was that I was glad I had been a natural voluntary sissy.
Finally, Janice had finished my hair and we minced down to the common
room ready to gather for breakfast. I noticed that I was quite hungry
and mentioned it to Nancy and Delilah.
?So are we,? declared Delilah, ?it must be because they took all that
nourishment from us during milking. I?m famished!?
Other sissies gathered around us and declared their hunger as did
Janice. Because the real girls did not feel hungry we realised that it
must be the milking. Milking obviously made heavier demands on our
metabolisms and we realised that the calcium supplement pills were only
a small part of the bodily compensations needed to maintain milk
production. A larger intake of food was also necessary. We were glad
to tuck into the food after Mistress Janet had offered up prayers. The
dining hall rang to the sound of busy cutlery but little chattering
amongst us younger sissies. We were too busy replacing lost calories.
After breakfast we dispersed to our classes and I didn?t see Janice
until English lessons with Miss Jackson (Stonewall Jackson) at eleven
o?clock.
At the evening session of milking we gathered expectantly and quickly
fell into the school routine. It was a routine that we followed
throughout the rest of our time at Mistress Janet?s Academy.
End of Chapter Seventeen - To Be Continued
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