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I knew i shouldn't have thrown a hissy fit. I was accepting my punishment
like a man. Then all of a sudden I was bawling like a little girl and
talking back to my Mother and Father. By my sissification punishments I
should have been learning how to control myself as a well trained young
lady should do. My nasty actions and boorish words showed that the bratty
boy was still in me. I should have accepted all that Mother and Father
planned for me. They know what is best for me. Perms and girdles and high
heels and lipstick - that is what I must endure if i ever want to become
the man I want to be. A man like my Father.
Mother and Father left me to the ministrations of Marie the rest of the
evening. I think Marie took a little pity on me. She only kept me in my
restraints and clamps for about an hour while she, in a rather tender
fashion, introduced me to the horrors (for me) of Mother's well
lubricated vibrating dildo. The pain in my nipples really didn't allow me
to fully appreciate and understand the pulsating and deepening thrusts in
what Marie called "my sissy pussy".
As Marie was unhooking the nipple clamps and turning off the dildo, she
said that she was sure that after tomorrow I would quite possibly be
asking for more and more tastes of Mom's vibrator. I didn't understand
what she meant but I would agree to anything if it didn't include those
nasty clamps.
Marie had orders from Mother that I was to have a strong cleansing enema
and a scented douche prior to bed. That was a special part of my
punishment which Marie really loved. She was extremely precise and
efficient and quite tender in her job. She may be a nurse when she
matures or a dominatrix.
"Wendy, we have to be very sure that you are totally cleaned and suitably
prepared for your day tomorrow. Now don't eat anything or drink anything
tonight or tomorrow morning. Slip into your bra nightie and put your
satin nightcap over your new curls. Don't want to mess up your do. Sleep
tight, little girl, you have to be refreshed for your visit to Doctor
tomorrow."
Though my nightgown was comfy and the soft bra cups cradled my sore
nipples, I had a hard time drifting off to sissy sleep. What Doctor? I
wasn't sick!
I must have slept longer than usual. Mother was at my bedside, telling me
to get up and get ready, my appointment was in just an hour. I was
allowed to brush my teeth and then Mother insisted that she would oversee
my dressing. Mother helped me take off the nightgown over my head and
then presented me with a pair of white satin ruffled panties. When my
eyes rose from positioning those sissy panties they saw my Mother holding
a white cotton Hanes underwire bra in front of me. She put the bra over
my arms and went around behind me and drew the bra into position and
hooked the clasps. By now i was getting accustomed to the support the
cups gave to my teenage boy chest bumps. And really felt somewhat awkward
and confused when not wearing a bra.
Mother handed me a white silk half slip and told me to step into it. Then
she handed me a sheer cotton white short puffed sleeved peter pan
collared blouse. The blouse tented nicely over my B-cups and the bra
shown through the sheer material. Mother had me sit and gave me suntan
color thigh high hose to put on. Next she positioned my feet into 2 inch
heeled black patent MaryJanes with narrow ankle straps. Then she had me
stand in front of her and she lowered a navy rayon pleated knee length
school girl's skirt over my head and onto my waist. A wide black patent
belt with a silver buckle took my waist in and accentuated the mounds at
my chest. Two silver disks were clipped onto my ears and a narrow silver
girl's wrist watch was put on my left wrist. Mother worked a few minutes
on my makeup and had me do my lipstick with a light pink L'Oreal she
picked out. Then she took my night cap off and lovingly fluffed up the
mass of curls I had premed into my hair yesterday at the Salon. A few
flips of the brush and my silver earrings were framed in an elegant
pageboy flip. The rolled under curls tickled my neck above the peter pan
collar.
I was a sixteen year old boy who looked just like a sixteen year old
girl, dressed for a trip to her doctor. A very important trip for a girl.
A very humiliating punishment for a boy.
Mother handed me my purse and said that everything I would need was
already in there. And with a pat to the back of my hairdo, we were off to
the car and the trip to the doctor's.
"Wendy, after your tantrum yesterday, i think that today you will finally
find out that you are not a boy any longer. You are sissy boy who is
about to experience something which will at last get it through your
mind that when your Father and I say you are to be punished by being made
into a girl, then you are going to be a girl, whether you like it or not.
If we decide to allow to you to return to being a boy, you will at least
know that you have been punished by being treated just as a real girl. So
today, in one half hour, you will have your first mammogram and
gynecological exam as a sixteen year old girl.
You will be treated just as any other sixteen year old girl at her first
mammogram and gynecological exam. But everyone there will know that you
are a sissy being punished.
"So, sit up straight and check your makeup. You only have a few minutes
to wonder what those nice ladies in white uniform dresses are going to do
to you."
After checking my makeup in the passenger drop down mirror, there wasn't
much time for me to think about what was going to happen to me. I vowed
that I would accept whatever this punishment may bring with the silent
acceptance which any well breed young lady would do.
My Mother watched me as I reapplied my lipstick, using the compact which
was in the purse along with the L'Oreal pink lipstick. She watched my
every move and gesture with an eye for criticism and and eye for praise.
My feminine skills having been appraised, she drove quietly on till we
came to the building next to the hospital which housed many doctors and
their practices. I got out of the car and slung my purse over my right
shoulder and allowed the strap to fall between the cups of my bra. For
some reason I felt that carrying my purse in this fashion just felt
natural. Plus it gave a certain prominence to my breasts which I enjoyed
flaunting. Mother noticed this a few days ago and had a good laugh at my
expense. That's OK, that's was supposed to happen to me. People laughing
at me.
Inside the main doors of the medical building was a large desk where a
male receptionist/guard stood. Behind him was a large board listing in
gold letters all the doctors who had offices in this building.
Mother told me to go over to the desk and look for the name she gave me.
I approached the desk just as the man was turning around from a phone
call and he glanced at me and said: "May I help you, Miss?" I had to
respond to him as my Mother knew that I would.
"I am looking for Dr. Shirley Bloomberg, Gynecology and Obstetrics." My
voice caused the man to look a little closer at this young lady standing
in front of him. He looked very closely. Then he said: "Dr. Bloomberg is
one the fourth floor, please, sir, take the elevator on the right." I
guess the pink lipstick wasn't enough makeup to do the job.
Mother had told me to lead the way and I did so. My heels clacked across
the hard marble floor and so announced my arrival that the three women
already in the elevator held the door of my mother and myself. The
elevator was rather small and I could feel female eyes peering through
the sheer material of my blouse and critiquing, as women do do, the
relative properness of my choice in lingerie. I turned my head slightly
and saw one of the women smiling at me and nodding to my mother in
approval.
Then Mother said: "Yes, he does clean up nicely."
Though the elevator went up, my stomach went down and stayed there.
After exiting the elevator to a round of giggles, I found that we were in
front of a door which said: Dr. Shirley Bloomberg - Gynecology,
Obstetrics. Mother put her hands on my shoulders and whispered, past the
curls, into my ear.
"Not too many boys your age have ever had this experience. Dr. Shirley
tells me that some have come here before you and that she has always
found the experience to be delightful for her and totally humiliating for
the boys. Of course there is always the chance that you will enjoy this
procedure. If so, your punishment is working better than I have thought.
Now go in there ahead of me and walk right up to the receptionist and
tell the woman that you are Wendy and you are sixteen and you are here
for your first mammogram and gynecological exam.
Just remember as you are introducing yourself to her that she knows who
and what you are. Also remember that a young girl who comes here for her
first exam leaves here feeling that she finally is a real woman. I hope
you feel the same way when you leave."
Mother gave me a slight push and I opened the door and stepped through.
Three women and one woman and her daughter were sitting around the
waiting room. All looked my way and appraised the new member of their
sorority. The younger girl seemed to be about my age. My purse was still
around my bra cup and as i walked across the room I could feel the girl
evaluating what I had as opposed to her development. She didn't seem
pleased. If she knew the truth she would be really pissed.
I told the receptionist my name and what mother had told me to say. She
smiled condescendingly and told me to have a seat and Doctor would be
with me soon. Just as I turned to take a seat next to Mother, the
receptionist called out to me: "Sir, you did want both a mammogram and a
gynecological exam, right?" I turned, red all over, and said that was
true and sat down to the open mouth looks of all the other patients who
were waiting. Mother beamed.
As each patient was called to go into the inter of the office, each
looked my way and smirked and then whispered to the nurse who was there
to guide them. The nurse would say something like "we have had his kind
before" and then giggle and take the women where they had a right to be.
At last my name was called and I stood shakily and walked toward the
nurse who stood at the threshold of this woman's place. Mother called out
to the nurse: "Be gentle with him. He is sensitive."
The nurse, Mary was her name, took my hand and looked me over from top to
bottom.
"Quite cute, for a boy." she said and guided me to a dressing room and
told me to take off everything except my panties and hose and to put on a
pink paper gown which was folded on the seat.
When I had completed this change, I felt chilly in the paper gown and
started to shiver, making my still sore nipples perk up noticeably. Nurse
Mary again looked me over and smiled at me. "We are going to have fun."
She guided me to a room and thru a door into a chamber which held a large
machine. The machine was white and somewhat sinister looking. I was
placed facing the machine and Nurse Mary took the right shoulder of my
gown and moved it so that the right breast was totally exposed. "Wendy,
be a good girl and when I take your breast don't think of moving. With
someone like you, it takes a little more effort to get a good picture."
She stood off to the side of me and took her hands and gathered what
breast flesh I had on my right side and told me to lean in as far as I
could so that the breast flesh would rest on the lower plate of the
mammography machine. She then lowered another plate which came down to
squeeze my breast somewhat flat on the lower plate.
"Do you like the way that feels, Wendy? Women have to do this all the
time. It is nice that for once I can do this to someone who previously
didn't have to have this happen.
But since you are a sissy/boy now, you have to experience whatever female
pain your Mother wants you to feel. Now stand here while I leave the room
and take the x-ray."
I stood there, with my ruffled panties showing under my paper gown,
locked in the grip of a mammography machine, having my boy/girl breast
evaluated by a machine which no man should ever have to endure. Mother
was right. I was totally humiliated.
Nurse Mary came back into the room with a smile on her face and said that
was a good picture. Then she did the same breast at an oblique angle and
then the other breast also twice. Then she told me to put my bra back on
(she watched me intently as I put my bra back on quite proficiently) and
to keep the paper gown on and then led me to the Doctor's exam room.
As I walked into the exam room the first thing I saw was a strange
looking examine table. It looked like a three-quarter table with the
table forming almost a cup for the patient to lie in but with the
patient's feet having only two spurs off to the side to rest their legs
and feet in. Nurse Mary instructed me to take off my panties and to lie
on the table and bring my legs and feet up to what she called the
stirrups.
When I had gotten into this position, my feet were almost above my head
and my lower body was completely exposed. As Nurse Mary situated my feet
into the stirrups she also placed a leather restraining band around each
ankle. She then placed a leather restraining band around each of my
wrists connecting to the sides of the table.
"Sorry, Wendy, but even though we know you are a controlled sissy, we
have had some bad experiences in the past with boys who just hadn't been
properly trained. Therefore the restraints. Plus sometimes even
controlled sissies aren't really repaired for what is going to be done to
you. I am sure you will do fine. Just lay back and relax. Doctor will be
with you soon."
I could lay back as i was told. Over my breasts I could see only my feet
laced into the stirrups. Off to each side I could see medical instruments
which seemed shinny and cold and for which I could not think of a use
which did not entail pain and humiliation.
Even under my lipstick my lips felt dry and my sore nipples seemed to be
straining against the cups of my bra. The area which Marie call "my sissy
pussy" was exposed to the room and the rather chilly air swirled where
not long ago a jockstrap held things in place.
I lay there for about ten minutes with wild thoughts playing with my
mind. Then finally the Doctor came in with her nurse and with my Mother.
Mother and the Doctor were talking like old friends and no one paid me
the slightest heed. At last the Doctor said: "I guess we should get to
business. Where is that young lady I am to examine? Oh, there she is. You
were quite correct he is a beautiful specimen. And i have't had a
boy/sissy to work on in a long time. This should be fun."
"First I will check his breasts." She reached around me laying there and
unclasped my bra. The bra rode up, exposing my breasts and nipples. She
worked her hands around the small globes and prodded and pinched and
felt. She pinched the nipples just to get a reaction from me and she did.
"Now, Wendy, I want you to do the same kind of examination every day to
yourself on your breasts. Even a girl as young as you should be checking
her breasts for problems. Everyday before you put on your bra. And I am
told you love to put on your bras. You should examine your breasts, not
just for what you hope for, bigger size, but also for lumps. Will you do
that for me, Wendy?"
"Yes, Doctor, I will."
"Well, I think your breasts are just fine at this time. You should
experience normal growth and if you don't your Mother and I can always
think about Breast Augmentation surgery. You seem to be a very good
candidate for a successful surgery of this type. I have done it on many
boys your age and older. They almost always like the results. I mean,
what boy wouldn't? Why be flat chested when you can have a nice set of C-
Cup Girls? What do you think, Wendy?"
"Whatever Mother says is best for me."
"That's the spirit I like to see in young men like you. After all that is
just creating more customers for my practice. Did you know that 5% of my
practice is men/sissies like you.
Sissies who have passed through the punishment stage and who have elected
to go the bra and girdle route for the rest of their lives. Maybe you
will feel the same some day soon. Now lets put your bra back on so you
can feel a little more comfy and then we will start checking down below.
Hope you aren't queasy about some cold stainless steel and slimy goop?"
"Now, Mother, you be sure he is always properly fitted for his bras and
underwear. A corset might be a good thing to consider at this age. It
helps with the proper flesh alignment in creating boobs on an adolescent
male. Plus they like it - a lot."
"Time to check downstairs. Oh, Nurse, please cover that sissy stick. I
hate those things. Maybe Mother will consider an operation to take care
of that thing. Totally useless on a boy/sissy!'
"Mother, has the boy been sexually active as a girl?"
"No. I am pretty sure he has not. I bet he would like to be but not yet."
"Well, I can see that he has had his first period and rather recently
too, it seems. I will have to think about installing some birth control
in the near future. These sissies can be quite promiscuous. It is always
best to be on the safe side. As his breasts get larger they do tend to
want to play with each other.
"The sissy vagina seems to be in good shape on the outside. Let me feel
around the orifice for any abnormalities. All feels fine. Did that feel
all right, Wendy?"
"Yes, Doctor, quite nice really. I have become used to Mother and Marie
giving me enemas down there so your touch was not new."
"So, then, lets take a look inside, shall we?"
"Wendy, this may be a little painful. Not that I care but I don't want
you jumping and yelling. If you do, we have gags for bad sissies.
"Mother, you may want to hold your son's hand. I find that a mother's
touch helps when the speculum goes in for the first time. And they do,
especially the male ones, get a little bit testy when I do the Pap
Smear."
I felt a lubricant being squeezed into my sissy vagina and the Doctor's
finger smoothing it around inside. Then cold steel was being pressed into
and thru that hole. I had never felt anything like that before. Tampax
and enema nozzles were nothing like this. The tip of the speculum forced
it's way deeper into me and then the rounded sides of the instrument
started to expand and I felt that my vagina would tear on all sides. he
Doctor sat back on her stool and smiled at Mother.
"I have never been able to get the speculum that far into a sissy vagina
before. Your son is going to make a lovely girl. I opened the speculum to
almost maximum diameter and he hasn't even cried out. You have trained
him well. Now for the Pap Smear. I will use the usual female size scalpel
for the raking, i think he can handle it. There, There, good sissy.
"You know, Mother, I think you and your new daughter, this new woman we
have created, should spend sometime on the town tonight. Smoke a few
Misty 120's and share a few laughs in the ladies room. I think he and you
deserve it. Maybe you both might get lucky. He can handle almost any
size."
I had never felt more like a real woman.
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