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OH! The heavenly joy of having a lot of money and being a woman!
After spending time with Amelia and her friends and being accepted as
one of the "Ladies Who Lunch" my life and my relationship with my mother
and my father changed drastically. Though Amelia was obviously the more
experienced and oldest of we females in the household, I became the
Alpha Female. Subtly at first, but as my determination and womanly
skills grew, I think the others realized that down deep, I was She Who
Must Be Obeyed. This is true especially of Father. More about that
relationship shortly but first we must look at what changes have come
into our feminine domesticity.
It seemed like within days plans were drawn up and construction started
and finished. I don't know what the workmen thought they were installing
but I am sure there was a lot of talk behind our backs about what they
were involved in.
He who was at one time called Father used to have a "Man Cave". No
longer. The male shit was removed and the area was purified of all that
nastiness. He no longer had any need of that space. Well, maybe he does,
but not the way he used to enjoy it. More on that change later also.
The space was converted into three new rooms. All the rooms had plush
wall to wall deep pile carpet in a shade of the most delicate almost
white lilac. The walls were covered in a satin texture wallpaper in
alternating panels of mother of pearl cream and a delicate yet sexy
pinkish rose. The middle sized room became a Home Gynecological Clinic.
The center piece was the gynecological exam table, complete with leather
and metal restraints and all the bells and whistles. The room was also
equipped with whatever would be needed for enema procedures and other
cavity cleansing activities. Medical instruments and sterile autoclaves
were present. Besides the regular overhead lighting, we installed large
operating room lights which could be brought down from the ceiling to
light any procedure we might be doing.
The largest room became our Home Beauty Salon. Across one whole wall
were installed three professional cosmetologist/hair stylist stations,
each complete with shampoo sinks and Hollywood make-up lighting. In
front of each station was a salon grade styling chair in the finest
grade of the smoothest creamy beige leather which came from the testicle
sacs of the largest bulls available. Above each station a was drop down
stainless steel 40's looking torpedo style hair dryer. The kind of dryer
which screamed "Women Only". Also in the room were an ornate luxurious
pedicure throne and a fully functional manicure station and large
mirrors on every surface. In one corner of the room we installed an
octagonal structure, seven sides of which were floor to ceiling mirrors
and one side was an opening which led to an 18 inch high carpeted
platform which allowed us to view ourselves or our clients (usually
Sissies) in all their or our female splendor.
The third room in our home salon was about the same size as the medical
facility but it contained only one operating unit. This unit was placed
facing out in the right rear corner of the room. The entry was to the
left of the unit and allowed specters to reach a three tiered bank of
theater seats which faced the stationary unit. The unit was positioned
on a slight angle away from the spectators in order to allow the
spectators to have a more generous view both of the front and of the
side of the unit when the subject had been installed in the unit. There
was a very bright and hot spotlight which hung from the ceiling and was
able to be positioned at every desired angle to allow the spectators
clear understanding as to what was being done to the person (Oh Hell,
let's just say it!), the Sissy being sissified.
The Unit we are talking about is the Sissifier XL 7000. (Please read
about this wonderful sissy shaping machine in the Fictionmania article
by Wendy, entitled "Sissifier XL 7000. You will be glad you did.)
During the time it took to build and equip this monument to femininity,
Amelia and I and Marie were very busy. We worked closely with Miss Vicky
as more and more of Mother's friends found out that they would love to
utilize our expertise to punish or transform equally nasty son's and
husbands into a more worthwhile piece of humanity. It was our plan for
Miss Vicky, at her salon, to do the initial humiliations and to do the
month in and month out feminization which would be a necessity. At our
salon we would take over from Miss Vicky after the would-be sissy was in
shock from his initial humiliations. The reluctant forced crossdresser
would rapidly lose all his masculinity and crave, from the top of his
curled head to the tips of his lacquered toenails, more and more
femaleness, with no care as to the pain or humiliation the sissy was
bringing upon himself. Then we would release neophyte pseudo woman back
to her mother or wife and let Miss Vicky maintain the poor critter with
whatever perms and paints she chooses.
As we were starting this holy crusade to rid mankind of these worthless
sissified she-men, it was obvious to all three of us that we had a
problem which had to be resolved at the very start. We did not need a
man around the house. We needed a sissy maid/hairdresser/cosmetologist/
housekeeper who knew a sissy's place in a household with three very
female bosses.
So, obviously, our first customer for all our creative juices was
Father. He was Father. Now she is Priscilla. Let's not even talk about
the first stages of this transformation. She is not worthy for us to
waste our time on the first struggles to make Father realize that he
could no longer be, in any way, a man. After it was made very clear to
"Prsicilla" what her role would be henceforth in this household, Mother
took the poor weakling through the first steps (Miss Vicky, corsets,
heels, buying his first makeup, removing all his body hair, etc.) As
Mother had done with me, she turned Priscilla over to his daughter Marie
for his induction into female hygiene. Marie really enjoyed the enemas
and the douches and tampon insertions which she tutored Priscilla in.
Her favorite was injecting a half a turkey baster of tomato soup into
Priscilla's sissy vagina and then immediately inserting a Super Tampax
tampon. After a few hours Priscilla was allowed to remove the tampon and
observe what a women has to endure each month. Then Priscilla was
allowed to place the used tomato flavored tampon in his unworthy mouth
for two hours.
Father (Priscilla) was a very easy sissy to sissify. We knew that going
into the process. He had been through a lot of the process before from
his mother and also even during their marriage from his wife, my mother.
He never really stepped back into manhood. He was just a Sissy-in-
Waiting. Now his waiting was over. As the last step it was time to
finish the project and have ourselves a new sissy maid. Priscilla,
though she was to all intents and purposes a totally trained sissy, had
to be installed in the Sissifier XL 7000, so that she would know that
she could never have any male feeling again. Besides we had to test it
on someone before we used it on any random teenage squirmy reluctant
sissy.
We did not tell Priscilla about our plans for her that morning. When she
awoke, rather than doing her usual sissy chores she found a note telling
her to shower and leave her hair wet and to put on only the pair of
thigh high black hose which where lying at the foot of her crib. She was
then to put on the 4 in black patent heels which were on the floor by
the bed and come, wearing only these things, to the Salon.
Of course she came. That was why she was a sissy. When she came into the
Salon, clad only in wet hair and the hose and the heels, Amelia pointed,
no words needed, to the center styling chair. Priscilla immediately sat
in the chair and Amelia had the honor of rolling her husband's hair onto
medium prickly mesh rollers after liberally applying setting lotion.
Mother had never wound anyone's hair as tight as she did to this
particular sissy. You could see father's mouth grimace as each curler
found it's home sticking into his scalp. When Amelia had done all she
could do to make this person as big a sissy as possible, Marie came to
the chair to apply her father's harlot style make up. His eyes became
heavy with lavenders and blue and grays. His blinking lashes were
elongated and trebled in weight with the blackest of mascara's. His
trembling lips were weighted down with five applications of the deepest,
most slut like, red lipstick Marie could find.
Then Priscilla, my father, was told to stand. He was ordered to the
octagonal room and told to mount the carpeted platform. When he was on
the platform we told him to turn in a circle slowly and look at every
angle in the mirror.
"Priscilla, look at your sissy nakedness. Look at your whore's make up.
Look at your oh so sissified curled hair. Look at your painted nails.
Smell the sissiness which wafts from you. That is you! Cringe and
acknowledge what you are! You are a Sissy! Say it! Now!"
Priscilla continued turning and looking into the mirrors. At last a
sound escaped her lips. It sounded like a long sigh. Then we could hear
it, over and over again, "I AM A SISSY! I AM A SISSY! I AM A SISSY!"
"Thank you, Priscilla. That will be enough. Now there is one more thing
which has to be done to you. You must be installed in the Sissifier XL
7000 for 30 minutes. Come with us. NOW!"
In preparation for this morning, Amelia and Marie and I had dressed
ourselves identically in red 4 inch heels and red satin under bust
bustiers over black silk leotards. Our hair was styled identically into
severe pageboys with rolled bangs over faces made up as what the most
strict dominatrix would apply to terrify cringing supplicants.
We formed a "V" around our terrified father/husband and walked him to
the room where the Sissifier XL 7000 was kept. I turned the spot light
to shine on the machine. Father faltered as he was led to the waiting
unit. We did not let go. I turned father so that his back was to the
seat. "Priscilla, you are the first but not the last to be installed
into this machine. You will not enjoy this experience. You are not
supposed to. You are a sissy. This is how sissies are to be treated. Now
you must say: Please strap be into this machine and make me the sissy I
have always known myself to be.
Father looked at each of us. Then he looked at Amelia and said: "Please
strap be into this machine and make me the sissy I have always known
myself to be"
Mother laughed at him. She then pushed him back and reached down to lock
his heels into the foot restraints. When they were in place and he was
standing there wobbling at the strange posture he was in, she pushed him
down so that the sissy vagina penetrator
which was rising thru the seat of the Sissifier XL 7000 would find it's
destination deep within the smooth walls of his sissy vagina. Since his
mouth was still free a groan escaped his painted lips. I arranged his
limbs and did the strapping down so his flailing would not bother the
spectators. His daughter, Marie, attached the penis sucking attachment
and Amelia lowered the immense torpedo drier over his tightly rolled
head. She did not use the total heat enclosure this time. She wanted to
see him try to keep his head away from the sides of the dryer and keep
the pricks from torturing his head.
Nor did we apply the nose tubes. That could come at another time.
We did apply the tongue vacuum vise. There is just so much screaming one
can take.
After mother positioned the hair dryer, I came forward with the breast
vacuum attachments. this time we did not want to achieve total breast
enlargement but only enlarging the aureoles around his nipples and
achieving more of a point to the nipples themselves. So I did not use
the five inch total breast enclosure globes. I used the nipple clamps
and the smaller nipple globes which would give us maximum stretching
effect on the dark flesh around his sissy nipples.
As I attached the globes I looked into the eyes of my father. I said
very softly, "Thank you, Dad". And I turned the first dial and the
nipple globes stared to suck his nipples and the nipple clamps pulled at
precisely timed intervals. Mother turned on the hair dryer and flipped
the switch for the penis milker. Marie worked the dials to achieve the
best effect with the sissy vagina penetrator as it worked in and out and
round and round inside what used to be my father. The brochure which
came with the Sissifier XL 7000 said that a sissy in very good condition
could possibly take the cumulative effects of the Sissifier XL 7000 for
about 30 minutes. Dear old dad lasted 23 minutes before we saw that he
was just not sissy enough to achieve our desires for him on this
machine.
The next morning I came down to the salon because Marie was going to try
something new and oh so sexy with my hair and i wanted to wash it before
Marie did her magic.
When I came into the salon I noticed the door to the Sissifier XL 7000
was standing open. I went over to the door and looked in. Amelia was
standing in front of the Sissifier XL 7000, wearing only a sheer slip.
"Amelia, what are you doing up so early and why are you standing here of
all places?"
"Wendy, after watching Priscilla installed in this machine yesterday, I
can't help but wonder what it feels like to be a sissy and have three
women do to you what we did to father. I think I would like to try this
machine myself. Would you help me?"
"Mother, are you sure. This machine is for sissies, not mistress's like
you and I. I know their is an attachment with can be put on the machine
which allows both sissy vagina and real vagina penetration and
stimulation. But I thought we would never use it."
"Yes, Wendy, I do want to try it and do put on the special attachment."
"OK, Mother dearest, I will help you. Come let me wash and roll your
hair. I have always wanted see how tight I can get a roller.
"I see you already have the thigh highs and the heels on, so after I
finish your hair I will do your make-up. Because sissies need to have a
real woman do their make-up, at least at first. But you want the whole
experience, don't you. So I will be pleased to paint you as a whore."
"Now step over to the machine. I have put on the female attachment. Let
me strap you into the foot restraints and lower you down on the two
vagina penetrators. How does that feel? Do you feel like a sissy yet? Oh
that seat is so hard and spiky, isn't it. Sissies have to endure that
pain. Now let me lower the helmet dryer. It's is hard to keep those
rollers from hitting the side of the dryer with your back and head at
that weird angle, isn't it, Mother? I will not put the encasing dryer
shield on you. I want you to be able to hear me."
"But I do not want you to be able to talk to me. So let's get you tongue
into the funnel and get it ready for some suction."
" Are you comfy, mother? Just nod your head."
"Now I am going to use the larger breast globes. It is quite fun to take
your mother's breast in your hand and stuff it into these five inch
suction globes. The machine was designed to turn man tits into replicas
of real women's breasts. I am dying to see what the globes do to my
mother's lovely 38 D's."
"Now before I turn the machine on Mother, do you have anything you would
like to say to the daughter, the Lovely Girl you created out of a Nasty
Boy?"
"No, I guess you can't say anything with your tongue immobilized and
about to be sucked on.
So I think I will stand in front of you, locked in the Sissifier XL
7000, and recoat my crimson lips with the lipstick you made me love and
watch you be totally sissified."
I took my lipstick which I carried everywhere in my purse or skirt
pocket and opened the tube. The lipstick glistened as it rose from the
tube. I waved it in front of Amelia's eyes and brought it to my lips and
at the same time turned every part of the machine on and as i smoothed
the lipstick across my womanly lips, I set the timer on the Sissifier XL
7000 for 12 hours of random and intermittent sissifying humiliations.
As I finished the long process of making my lips as feminine as
possible, I glanced across the top of the tube and saw a tear fall from
my mother's overly made up eyes as I closed the tube and closed the door
and walked away on my 4 inch heels. I caught Marie as she was coming
down and told her that we should go to Miss Vicky's and try the new hair
style there because there was some kind of bad smell down in the salon
that morning. I would look into the cause of the smell after we came
back with my new hair do.
A woman's got to do what a woman's got to do.
The End.
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