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Forced Sissy Wedding (Forced to be who I was meant to be) By: Missy Satinpanties I woke up feeling groggy, my head pounding, wondering what the hell had happened. My throat was raw and sore, and felt like someone had worked it over with sandpaper. The last thing I remembered was sitting with my father in his book-lined study, drinking my first glass of brandy with him to celebrate my 18th birthday. That I was with my father at all was rather rare, as my father was a very busy man, and rarely took time out for me. For him to invite me into his inner sanctum, and then offer me a drink was unheard of! I should have known that meeting was harbinger of evil things to come. My mother, who always seemed to care for me, had passed away when I was very young, and thus, I was mostly taken care of by nannies and su#h. I tried to sit up, but felt sick to my stomach, so I just lay back down, and looked around me. I suddenly realized that I was not in my room, and I didn't think I was even in my own home! The walls of this bare room were painted a pale pink, and the only furniture I could see was a small white dresser and this bed. I looked at the bed, and saw it was a white painted canopy bed with what looked like a pink satin canopy! Where in the hell was I? I heard a click, and then a voice which made me jump! "Good morning," a very soft female voice said, "I'm glad you're finally awake. I want you to move slowly so you don't get dizzy and sick. Please get out of bed and walk slowly over to the dresser, where you will find a glass of water and some aspirins to help your head." I lay there for a moment, and then slowly got up and went to the dresser on shaky legs. I felt very, very weak, almost as though my legs had no muscles. I saw that I was totally naked, and after downing the water and aspirins, began to look around for my clothes. After looking around the bare room, I opened the drawers to the little dresser, and all I could find was a pair of white satin panties with a flower pattern, a small band of lace around the leg openings and the waist. They looked like panties for a five-year-old girl. I heard the click again, and the same voice. "Yes, Sweetie, those are the only clothing in the room, so put them on." I was doing no such thing, and I told this faceless voice my decision in no uncertain terms. My voice was raspy, and seemed to much higher pitched than it used to be, which was odd. There was silence for about a minute, and the voice came back over the speaker, sighed deeply and said, "I'm sorry, Sweetie. You see. you are here, naked, and without much of a choice. You WILL do as you're told, or take the consequences. I suppose now is as good a time as any to introduce you the consequences. With that, the door opened, and two men walked in. Both were wearing black jeans, and black T-shirts that fit tightly across bulging muscles. Now, I'm only 5'4" on my best days, and no athlete. I would rather be sitting in front of the TV or video console than play sports. I was very out muscled here. These guys looked as though they spent most of the day in the gym. The men never said a word, just walked up to me, with one standing in front of me, and one in back. Suddenly, the one behind me grabbed my arms, and pinned them behind me, and the other launched a vicious punch into my balls. I crumpled as far as my pinioned arms would let me, and let out a shriek of pain, hanging my head and vomiting on what I now saw was a concrete floor. I was released, and sank to my knees in pain and nausea. I fell over, grabbed my balls, and just lay there crying, while they walked back out of the room. The one thing I did hear was a lock being turned in the door. I just laid there for a long time, when the voice returned. "There, Sweetie, that wasn't so nice, was it? You must understand that when you ar% told to do something, you must do it right away, or you will be punished, and punished hard. Now, I want you to stand up, and walk through the door to your right, and take a shower. You WILL use the shampoo and body wash provided, and you will wash your hair twice. Once you are dry, you will come back out, and you will put those panties on, or those two men will come back, and this time they will really hurt you." Dear God! If they hurt me any worse, I'd be dead! I climbed to my feet, and shuffled 4o the bathroom. I found a sort of plain bathroom, with a pink theme like the bedroom, and curiously, no mirror over the sink. I went to the toilet and peed for a long time, thankful that I saw no blood, then got in the shower, and let the hot water run over my body. I finally felt the grogginess and thankfully the pain leave me. I washed my hair with the perfumed shampoo, and used the perfumed body wash all over. No sense courting another beating until I could figure a way out of this mess! I dried myself off with a pink towel, and walked back into the "bedroom." The vomit had been cleaned up, the bed made with a pink satin comforter, and those horrid little-girl panties were now laid out on the bed. Having no other recourse, I pulled them on. I was rather surprised that they fit me, because even though I'm on the small side, I'm certainly not small enough to fit into little girl's panties. These were obviously not made for a little girl! Under other circumstances, I might, well, would, have enjoyed them. You see... After my mother passed away, there wasn't much a female presence in the house. Yeah, the old man had a maid, and I had a few nannies, but most of them fell into the category of "solid" women. There was no light femininity to most of these ladies. I could easily picture them butchering a hog, guiding a wagon train over a pass, or working in some manly profession. I could never picture them wearing satin and lace, nor dancing the night away, or any of the other things that I thought of when I thought "feminine,+ except for one nanny that was only with us for a year or so. As I said, Mom passed away when I was around 10, and now, I only had a rather vague memory of who she was. I remember her wearing dresses that swirled around pretty legs, I could see her long blonde hair, and smell her perfume. I vividly remember her coming into my room at night when I was sick, or when I cried out with a bad dream. She always wore the most beautiful nightgowns of silk, satin, and lace, always h!d on high heeled slippers, and was the most beautiful and elegant woman in the world! About a year after she died, I was playing in the storage room, and found a box. Being a nosy little brat, I opened it, and found all of Mom's nightgowns, neatly folded. Another box held panties and bras, and assorted scanties. I held them to my face, and could still smell her perfume. I took two nightgowns, one a baby doll style in ivory satin, and the other an elegant long gown in silver satin, trimmed in black lace. I hid them in my room, taking them out and just running my hands over the soft material, smelling the faint perfume, and wishing she was still alive. Within a year or so, I had "graduated." Now, I was slipping them on, and reveled in the soft silky feel of the material. I understood then why my mother wore these things. They were so soft, so feminine. I remember going back to the storage room one day when I was 15, and rummaging around in those boxes again. This time, I brought several pairs of pa.ties with the matching camisoles back to my room, along with a pair of her high heels. I would lock the door, and wear her lingerie, and try to walk in her shoes. They were too small, but I tried anyway. I rationalized this by telling myself I wanted to be closer to my mother, but a hard little cock in the panties told the real story. I was caught on several occasions by the lady who was my Nanny/Babysitter at the time. Marie was rather pretty for an older lady, and seemed to understand me. On a couple of occasions, she even helped me to put on a little bit of make-up. This was about the time I got a computer, and would spend hours, dressed in my mother's old lingerie, looking at porn. I would often fantasize that I was getting those wonderful blowjobs I saw on my screen, and to my surprise, I even fantasized, just a little, about me dressing in lingerie, giving them. What I didn't know, and wouldn't know until now, was my father knew all about this. The maid would find a nightgown in my dresser when she brought up the laundry, and would tell my father, and Marie spared no details when she talked to him about me. Now, I have to be honest here. I loved the feel of those silky, satin things, but really thought I wanted to see them on a lady in bed with me, not on me. Sure, I beat off in lingerie, but I didn't really think I was gay, did not want to be a woman. I wanted to have sex with some beautiful woman, undress her down to her pretty lingerie, and remove just enough to fuck her. I wanted to look down and see a woman in garter belt and stockings, still wearing high heels, and laying under me on the bed. What did confuse me, though, was that in a great many of those fantasies, we were both wearing lingerie! That damn voice broke back in on my thoughts. Now Sweetie, while you were getting cleaned up, we cleaned up your mess. And, if you look under the bed, we left you a little gift. PUT THEM ON!" I looked, and found a pair of white patent leather Mary Jane shoes. Again the little girl shoes, and again, sized to fit my size 71/2 feet. I pulled them on, and buckled the straps across the instep. They had a little heel, but were fairly comfortable. Well, what I mean is, they fit alright, but I was damn uncomfortable wearing them! As I stood up, I heard the lock click on the door, and the door opened. No one was standing there, and the voice came over the hidden speaker and told me to go out the door, turn right and walk to the next room. I was quickly learning to hate that voice! I got to the room I ordered to, and found a plain table, set with a paper plate, and a plastic cup. And a child's sippy cup, if you please! On the plate was buttered toast, half a grapefruit, already sectioned and scooped out of the skin, and one hard-boiled egg. I realized I was starved, grabbed the plastic spoon, and set to work on this diminutive breakfast. I ate it all in seconds, and then drained the sippy cup of apple juice as fast as I could. I had just set it down when the ever present voice returned. "I see you were hungry, Sweetie! In the future, though, if you gulp a meal like that again, or ever forget your table manners, your two playmates will come back and teach you proper table etiquette!" Oh shit! "Now, back to your bedroom, Sweetie!" I looked around the room, and saw nothing that could even possibly be used as any sort of weapon. Besides,, along with the speakers, there must be hidden cameras and mics. Oh shit again! Back to that bare bedroom I went, and as I walked, I began to feel very sleepy. There must have been drugs in the apple juice, I thought, as I fell on the bed, and that was my last conscious though for a while. When I came to, I was again naked, and under the sheets. I sat up, and again the voice told me to take the aspirins and to take a shower. Not wanting a repeat of yesterday (was it yesterday?) I did as I was told. this time, when I went to pee, there was a new development. When I tried to raise the seat, it would not budge. I stood there, and figured that I w/uld pee anyway. Just then, there was another click, and a chuckle from a speaker I had failed to see in the bathroom. "Well, Sweetie, as you can see, you will have to either pee on the seat, or sit on the toilet. Now, if you choose to pee on the seat, you will be forced to lick it clean by your two new friends. I'd sit if I were you, Sweetie. And by the way, anytime in the future you have to pee, you will do so sitting down, or else." So, I sat! I went through the shower routine again, and again, when I went back into my bedroom prison, I saw another pair of panties on the bed. These were baby blue satin, with huge lashing of lace around the waist and leg openings, like some baby's frilly diaper cover or something. There was a top to go with it, but I hesitated, and then spoke up "Hello? Hey, are you there?" After a few seconds, my answer came back, "What do you want, Sweetie?" "First of all, what do I call you?" I asked. "You may call me Miss Anne, or Ma'am, Sweetie," came the reply. "Okay, Miss Anne, can you please tell me where I am, and what this is all about? I'm confused, and really don't want to be here, wherever here is! How long will I be here, and what do you expect me to do, and most of all, why?" Sweetie, put on your panties, shoes, and your little dress, and I will come down and explain it all to you," was the answer. So, with no other recourse, I did just that. The "dress" was a baby blue satin creation that I found could be pulled on like a T-shirt. It matched the panties, and came down just to the bottoms of those frilly panties, and would have looked adorable on a five year old girl. I struggled, and finally got the zipper up in thee back, and when I went to put the shoes on, and found a sock in each one. They were short white nylon socks, with a cloud of lace around the top that matched the dress, and only came as far as my ankles. The shoes themselves were again, white patent leather Mary Jane types, with a bit taller heel than yesterday. I got dressed, and began to %xplore the room. There wasn't much to discover. There were no windows, and only two doors. I already knew one led to the hall, and it was locked, the other led to the bathroom, so, they were no mystery. In the room itself, there was still just the bed and small dresser, although I noticed that a pink rug was now by the side of the bed, and covered a bit of the white-painted concrete floor. Having "explored' and found nothing, I sat on the bed to wait. I sat there for what seemed like a long time and then heard the door lock open. My two black clad keepers stepped in, and on seeing me dressed and on the bed, snickered a bit, and went back out. Then, a lady that I had to assume was Miss Anne stepped in. She was an older lady, maybe in her early 40s, and was dressed very nicely. She had on a navy blue skirt that ended just above her knees, black strappy sandals, and a white blouse of what looked like satin or silk. The blouse had ruffles on the front, and ruffles at the cuffs of the long sleeves, and the outfit accented what I saw to be a very nice figure with great legs. She had a kind face topped with a mass of chestnut hair that she wore back in a bun. The whole effect was something like a sexy school teacher. I had to say, I approved, as did my cock, which jumped to attention in the panties! One of the men returned, and set down a simple wooden chair for Miss Anne. She sat down, and crossed one pretty leg over the other, and for a moment, all I could stare at were those nylon covered legs, and the hint of a garter tab that showed. "Ahem," she coughed. "My eyes are up here, and I would appreciate your eyes on mine." I brought my eyes up, and she began to talk. "Sweetie," she began, and right away I interrupted. "My name is Paul, NOT Sweetie! I snapped peevishly. "I know what your name is, Sweetie, but here, you will go by the name I choose, and for right now, I choose Sweetie. If you interrupt me again, Sweetie, I will leave, and your two playmates will come back in and teach you some manners. Are we clear?" I gulped, and nodded. "Now, where you are is unimportant. Your father knows where you are, and in fact, hired us for this task. Your stay with us will be less than a month, and all you have to do, is to do what your told, when you are told to do it. If you do that simple thing, you will not be hurt. Oh, you will be uncomfortable, and some of your tasks will cause you some discomfort, both mentally and physically, but no one will hurt you. Do you understand so far?" Again, I just nodded. "As to why you are here, you will be told in due time. I know you are wondering about the little girly attire you have been given, but you don't have to worry about that. You are being dressed the way I want you dressed, and if you fight it, you will be forcefully dressed, and trust me, Sweetie, you don't want that option. You will not like it, you will be in pain, and in the end, you will still end up wearing what I want you to wear anyway. Are there any more questions?" I was still processing this information, or lack of it, and slowly shook my head no. "Good! Now, anything I tell you to do, you will do it. Now, if Mike or Eric tell you to do something, you will assume the order came from me. There is only one other person you will obey." With that, she turned to the door, and called out, "Sarah, come in here." The door opened, and a beautiful blonde girl minced in on high heels, wearing the tiniest, frilliest, and most beautiful black satin French Maid's outfit! She was beautiful! This was something I loved to see when I surfed porn on the web, and here it was in the flesh! "This is Sarah, whom you will address as Miss Sarah," The vision of loveliness gave a deep curtsey. "Sarah is my personal maid and assistant, and if you attempt to touch her, use rude language or even make an off-color remark to her, you will be beaten like you can't even imagine. You will obey her, and listen to her. She will be one of your teachers here, along with me." She waved her hand in Sarah's $irection, and said, "That will be all for now, Sarah." Miss Sarah gave another deep curtsey, and minced her way back out of the room. It seemed the interview was at an end, as Miss Anne stood up, and walked to the door. "Oh by the way, I suppose I can tell you that you are being married in less than a month, and it is an arranged marriage. I can't tell you who is involved, but I will tell you that you know the prospective bride rather well, and it will be a good match." With that, she swept out of th% room, one of the "boys" took the chair, and the door locked once again. A few moments later, Miss Anne came back over the speaker and told me to once again, go to the dining room. I walked to the door on very unsteady legs. My head was spinning as I tried to figure all this out. It was impossible, because I only had a little of the information I needed, and the only thing I could come up with was more questions! I entered the dining room, and saw my toast, grapefruit, and sippy cup waiting. I resolved not to drink the apple juice this time! There was also a note beside the cup that ended that idea. "Sweetie, you will drink all of your juice like a good little girl, OR ELSE!" I ate my tiny meal with as much decorum as I could muster, taking little bites of toast, and sips of juice, anything to ward off another beating! As I got up from the table, I could feel the heaviness in my eyes and limbs that told me the powerful sedative was starting to work, so I made my way back to "my bedroom." To my surprise, Miss Sarah was waiting there, and she helped me remove my little baby dress and panties. Then, she sat me on the bed, and pulled another pair of panties up my legs. She then helped me put on what turned out to be a pink baby-doll nightie, and tucked me into bed. I was so groggy, that I couldn't have even undressed myself without help, and fell asleep as my head hit the pillow. That night (?) I had some vague dreams about people in my room, moving things around, and of a wedding to a beautiful wom!n with a very hazy face. I came to with the familiar heavy head, and slowly sat up in bed. the room was lit in the usual fashion by indirect overhead fixtures. I noticed right away that things had been changed in the room. There was now a larger dresser on one wall, a small white table with a padded stool, and a huge mirror, covered with a pink sheet. There was a free standing, full length mirror, again covered with a pink sheet, and some sort of bar set high on the wall. I guessed it was to hang clothing from. I was wrong. There was also a curious black leather thing that looked like the horse we had to vault over in gym one year. I looked for the glass of water and aspirin, but couldn't see them, and then saw them on a small bedside table. I gulped the pills, and followed that by drinking all the water. I sat there a few minutes, waiting for instructions from the speaker, but finally went into the bathroom, sat down, and peed for a long time. Pulling my (my??) panties back up, I went back into the bedroom. The hallway door opened, and the two bruisers entered, followed by my fantasy French maid, who minced in with a box in her hands. She told me to take off my nightie and put it in the hamper in the bathroom. As I went into the bathroom, Mike and Eric followed me, along with Sarah. "They're just here to make sure you cooperate, Sweetie," she said softly. I tried to cover my naked crotch, but one of the men slapped my hands away, and told me that if I did it again, they would kick me there instead. Okay! I was told to reach up and grab a bar that was similar to the one in the bedroom I had thought was for clothes. As I did, one of the men whipped out hand cuffs, and cuffed my wrists to the bar. The other man grabbed my long hair and told me to open my mouth, wide. When I did, he jammed something thick, heavy, and rubbery into my mouth, and then buckled some straps behind my head. "That is a penis, or cock gag, Sweetie," Miss Sarah's soft voice said. "I am going make you smooth, and you may not like it. This will keep you from fighting us, and maybe getting hurt." My ankles were grabbed, and some sort of restraint was wrapped around each one, and a bar attached between them that forced me to stand with my legs spread wide. "Now Sweetie, this is going to happen, just like a lot of things are going to happen that you can't stop. If you cooperate, and are a good little girl (that pronoun again!), we will allow you to shower with nice warm water, but if you are a naughty girl, you will get a long dousing with icy water when we are done. You see, your comfort or your pain are all in your hands!" With that, she put on a pair of rubber gloves and a clear plastic apron that covered her whole front, and went over the shoulders. one of the men tied it off for her and gave her heavenly bottom a little pat. She began to rub a cream all over my legs, chest, back, and arms. I could smell the ammonia, and feel the burn, so I knew it was some kind of hair remover. I stood there for the longest time, and finally, a flexible hose of thankfully warm water was directed against me, and she used a poofy scrubber thing to remove what little body hair I had. When she had dried me off, she produced a pink lady's razor and cream, and after spreading the cream on my balls and cock, told me to hold very still. Within ten minutes, all my pubic hair, the hair around the crack of my ass, and my underarm hair was gone. I was rinsed with warm water again, and told to get in the shower, and to wash as usual. When I stepped out, Miss Sarah handed me a towel, and told me to dry off. She then handed me a bottle of body lotion that smelled like the girly perfume in the shampoo. I was ordered to apply the lotion to my whole body. "That's to make you smooth, and to help with any irritation from the hair remover, Sweetie." My wrists were now re-cuffed behind my back, the gag buckled back into my mouth, and Miss Sarah and the two men escorted me back into the bedroom, where my cuffs were attached to the bar t(ere, and my ankles placed back into the restraints and spreader bar. "Now, my cute little girly, we are going to put you in your very first corset," that soft, lovely voice crooned in my ear. "A corset? My FIRST?? Sarah went to the dresser and picked up the box she had brought in. Opening it, she spread the pink tissue paper to reveal a white satin corset with pink lace trim and little pink roses. Coming up behind me, she wrapped it around my middle, and proceeded to lace it in the back. Now, I had seen Gone With The Wind, and read about corsets on the 'net, and thought corsets were supposed to be overly tight and painful. This wasn't too bad at all. I was told to take a deep breath, and that thought went out of my head as the corset was violently yanked tighter. I couldn't breathe, I was being crushed, and I screamed into the cock gag for all I was worth. "Well, from little Sweetie's screams and her thrashing about, I think we have it too tight! Is it too tight, little girl?" I nodded so hard I thought my head would fall off. "Alright then, we're going to have to do something about that. Now, so it doesn't hurt, I need you to take the deepest breath you can, and hold it. That will allow me to adjust the lacings. A deep breath? Who the hell was she kidding? My body was crushed by the corset, and my mouth was jammed tightly with a rubber cock, and she wants me to take a deep breath? Hah! Still, I braced myself, and inhaled as hard as I could, pulling my stomach in as much as I could. I could feel Miss Sarah fumbling with the laces, and then the bitch pulled them tighter! I was in agony!!! A few moments later, I was uncuffed from the bar, and the bar between my ankles was removed. I was helped over to the little padded stool and then helped to sit down. I started to slouch over, but that damn satin covered steel cage would allow nothing but an erect posture. With my hands now cuffed behind my back and the gag still in my drooling mouth, I had little choice but to follow my next set of i.structions. First, I was told that if one more drop of drool escaped my mouth, I would be beaten five strokes of the cane across my ass and thighs for each drop. I had no choice but to constantly suck my drool back into my mouth, sucking the rubber cock at the same time. The sucking sounds, and the sight of the gag moving back and forth the little bit the straps allowed caused general amusement among my tormentors, and disgust in me. Miss Sarah then produced a pair of white stockings, and I was told to hold one leg out, and point my toes. I did so, the cuff on that ankle was removed, and the stocking rolled up my leg. I have to admit that the feeling of this smooth nylon against my smooth legs gave me an almost electric shock! The other leg was now covered in the smooth white nylon, and I was stood back up so the garter straps hanging from the corset could be attached. Pushed back down on the stool again, I was horrified, but not surprised when a pair of white satin panties, trimmed in lace were placed on me, followed by a pair of high heeled pumps that were slid onto my stockinged feet. On each one was a rather wide ankle strap, and as they were fastened, I heard a loud "snick." I looked down, and saw that each had a small brass padlock, essentially locking the shoes onto my feet. Finally, I had the cuffs returned to my ankles, and a pink cord attached to the cuffs. I was stood back up, my new panties pulled up and snugged into place around my flaccid manhood. I found that the heels were very, v%ry high, and that standing was difficult. "When you walk in heels," Miss Sarah began in her soft, sexy voice, "You must always take small steps, placing one foot in front of the other. The cord between your ankles is to shorten your gate, and teach you to walk like a lady." A LADY??? Why" At this point, with a warning that anything I said that was the least bit abusive would be punished severely, my gag was removed from my aching jaws. After working my mouth around a bit, I asked Miss Sarah, in my s/ftest tones, what all this was about, and why was I being dressed like a girl, why was I being taught to walk in heels, and why the corset and panties? The answer gave me the final bit of information I needed, and further disgusted and horrified me. "You see, Sweetie, you are going to be married very soon, and you do know the bride. You see, sweetie, YOU are going to be the bride! I started to protest that I wasn't a woman, I wasn't gay, I didn't like wearing women's clothing, and generally babbling like an idiot. She placed her finger on my lips, and told me to hush for a moment, or have the gag replaced. She then went on, "Your father has given you in an arranged marriage, and you yourself signed the papers for it. Oh, I'm sure you had no idea of what you were signing, as you probably just signed what Daddy told you to sign, but never the less, you signed. In just a few short weeks, you will be married to a very nice man, you will walk down the aisle in a beautiful wedding gown, and you will allow your new husband to kiss the bride. The other choice will be more difficult. You will be bound at the altar for at least four hours prior to the ceremony, bound to a pole, gagged and waiting. Instead of a beautiful wedding gown, you will be dressed in a lacy satin little girl's dress, but in white. Since you will be at the altar for hours, you will, of course, be diapered, and everyone will know that are standing at the altar in wet diapers and bondage. Your "I do" will be made by proxy, and your weddi.g night will proceed in bondage. You see, there is no way out of this for you. If you accept the situation, it will be much easier on you." I just stood there with my mouth open, unable to grasp the situation. At that point. my hair was grabbed, my head pulled back, and when I opened my mouth to yell, the gag was jammed back in and buckled on. I wanted to die, right then, right there! The next several hours were agony, as a collar was placed around my neck, and a leash attached to it. I was led back and forth down the hall so I could learn to walk in heels. Every misstep, every stumble was accompanied by a very painful cut across my ass with a cane. The balls of my feet were on fire, my calves and legs ached, I couldn't breathe properly, thanks to the gag and tight corset, and the whole time my mind spun in a million different direction, none of them the least bit comforting. Finally, Miss Sarah called a halt, and I was led back to my room. I thought that I would finally get some relief, but again, I was wrong. I was led to the black leather covered thing in the room, and bent over it. My leash was attached to a ring on the floor, forcing me to bend all the way over the leather padding, while at the same time, my ankle cuffs were attached to the thing, again forcing my legs to be spread widely. I had no idea what this was all about, but I knew I wouldn't like it. I was right! I saw flashes from behind me, and heard the camera shutter click away, and then a digital camera screen was placed before my eyes. I saw myself in white satin lingerie, bent over with my ass above the level of my head. I also saw a close-up of my ass, and to my horror, saw a lace encrusted hole right over my little shaved asshole! I began to twist and squirm, and scream into my gag, but to no avail. All I got for my effort was to make my three antagonists laugh at my attempts. Finally, they got control of themselves, and Miss Sarah and one of the men walked around in front of me. I was again told that I had a choice. Miss Sarah held out what looked like a huge black butt plug in front of my face, and I began to thrash and scream again. A slap to my face was the only result of my efforts. "Pay attention, Sweetie, and do stop your tantrum. You are about to have your little virgin hole violated, whether you like it or not. It's part of the program, and it will happen." "You have the choice of this little starter butt plug, or Mike here." At this statement, Miss Sarah turned to Mike, and unbuttoned his jeans. She dropped to her knees and slowly lowered the zipper, pulling the trousers down. He was wearing a pair of grey briefs, and I could see a huge bulge down there. Slowly, the briefs were pulled down, allowing his monster to spring free. "In case you want to know, Sweetie, Mike here is about ten inches long erect, and seems to be much thicker than the average male cock. Your pathetic little 4 or 5 inches is nothing compared to him. Now, do you want this itty bitty plug, or should I allow Mike to take your anal cherry? I panicked, and started to hyperventilate. She slapped me again, and told me that I had to relax, and make my choice. A warm, hard, man's cock filling me to perfection, or this little bit of a plastic plug. Cock or plug, which will it be? I looked at Mike's huge cock, only inches from my face, and shook my head. I then looked at Miss Sarah, and slowly nodded my head to the plug. Miss Sarah seemed to be disappointed in my choice, and knelt again in front of Mike, kissed the head of his cock, and took it in her mouth. Mike moaned, and Miss Sarah let that huge head pop back out of her lips, gave it another kiss, and stood up. "Later, my pet stud," she cooed. Mike reluctantly pulled his pants back up, and hid that monster back in black denim. They both went behind me again, and I felt something cold against my sphincter. A lubed finger was pushed into me, causing me to jump as much as my bonds would allow. She, or he, pushed the finger in and out, and then removed it. Now, the plug was placed at the entrance to my bottom. With no ceremony, no gentleness, it was shoved hard into me, again causing me to scream in pain, and almost pass out. Oh why couldn't the ground open up and swallow me! They left the room, and I was alone with my pain and my thoughts. Neither one was in the least bit pleasant. I ached all over from the bonds, heels, and corset, and there was a fire in my backside that made the other pains insignificant. I heard the door open again, although from my position I couldn't see who came in. Miss Anne appeared in my vision, and had a look of amusement on her face. "Well, Sweetie, things are going quite well! You look very pretty in your lingerie, you seem to be learning to walk like a lady, and now you know what it feels like to have a little intruder inside of you. Don't worry, we won't use that little plug on you again, we have several larger ones to help you open up and be ready for your husband." At this, I began to squirm and twist, trying t/ talk around the gag, begging and pleading to be allowed to dress like a man and to leave this house of horrors. All my words were muffled and indistinct, and with that I finally realized that I was helpless. I was being feminized against my will, unless I could figure some way out, I was to be married to a man. I was to be married to a man who would apparently want to consummate that twisted wedding, and I could do nothing about it! I finally broke down and began to cry like a baby. "There, there," Miss Anne cooed. "It won't be so bad, will it? Who wore all of his late Mommy's pretty lingerie, Hmm? Who even got her nanny to help her with make-up? Who watched hours and hours of porn that exclusively starred pretty young things in lingerie? Why it was you, Sweetie! You are the one who looked at sissy sites, looked at sissy sites that sold lingerie, watched videos of young women in French maid's dresses giving head and being dominated. Yes, and even watched some videos of boys being forced to be ladies! You see, your Daddy knows how small you are down there, and that you struck out with the only three girls you dated. He knows every site you ever looked at, and has the transcripts of every chat room you participated in. Even the one where you pretended to be a 15 year old girl! Do you remember Christine? Darling little Christine, with those pretty blue eyes, long blonde hair, and beautiful legs? The first girl you ever tried to have sex with? That was the night your car battery died, and Dadd9 volunteered to take your would-be lover home. For some reason, she didn't want you to borrow daddy's car and drive her there. I wonder why that was? That was the night you got her into your bed, stuck your little thing in her, and came in thirty seconds! She knew you weren't a man, just like you did! Don't worry, though, your Daddy didn't take her right home. He took her to his bed, and showed her how a man fucks a woman. He fucked her several times, and she sucked him off the next morning before h% took her home. You see. a man can do that, while a little sissy like you can only dream about it." All I could do was suck my drool back into my mouth, sucking on that huge rubber cock in my mouth at the same time, and cry even harder. "By the way, my captive little sissy bride, have you noticed that your little cockette doesn't get hard much anymore? And even when you do, it isn't as hard as it used to be? You have been taking hormones every morning for months, not multivitamins. Even the "aspirin" you have been taking has been female hormones. You see, you have been here over a month, and we have been feeding you through a tube, so I'm sure your little throat is rather sore. Oh that, and we took the liberty of scraping your vocal cords to give you a slightly higher pitched, and more feminine voice. Along with that, we have also pumped you full of more female hormones, and a have done a little bit more work, just to get you ready for your new husband. You see, we discussed it with him, and he didn't want to have you surgically altered, that is to say your little cock turned into a real girl's pussy, as he could get a real woman if he wanted. No, he wants a feminized sissy, just like you." I gave up. I wanted to die, and die now. I dropped my head, and didn't even try to look at her, the shame and revulsion coursing through me like electricity. Playing at dress-up, thinking about being with a man while wearing lingerie had just been a juvenile fantasy. I never intended to go through with it, a.d never, ever this far! She was quiet for a moment, and then, "I think now would be a good time to decide on a name for you, Sweetie. Let's see, we could call you Candy, but that's too much like a stripper. Hmmm, let's see...Amanda might work, we could call you Sissy Mandy. What about Cindy, or Barbie, or Kimmie? I know!" she cried, "We'll call you Christine, in honor of the night you found out you weren't a man!" This was all way too much for me, and I cried even harder, my body jerking with the sobs. I was having trouble breathing, my nose was running, and the drool was falling from my gagged mouth. Miss Anne gently removed the gag, and allowed me to cry myself out. She got a box of tissues and dried my eyes, and wiped my nose. She released my leash from the floor, and unhooked my ankles from the restraints. On painful rubber legs, I was led to the full length mirror on the wall, still covered by the pink sheet. "Oh Sarah, dear, would you please come in here and help me with our pretty sissy bride?" She called out. Miss Sarah glided in on those impossibly high heels and stood beside Miss Anne. "Sarah, " Miss Anne began, "I think we need to take this corset off for a bit, and let little Christine here see who she really is," With that, my wrists were uncuffed, and recuffed in front of me, and Miss Sarah began to loosen the corset. With a warning that Mike and Eric were just in the hallway, and had been cutting cards to see who got to fuck my ass, and who got my mouth if I was a naughty girl, my corset was removed, and both ladies began to wipe off the sweat with towels. I now stood there in my oh-so- painful heels, white stockings, and white sissy panties, the plug still burning my ass, and watched as the sheet was removed. My hair was still long, and unkempt, but under that hair, everything had changed! I could see a swelling on my chest that could only be, could only be...TITS! Oh my god, I had little tits! I reached up with my manacled hands and gently touched my chest. "Yes, little Chris3ie, your now have little breasts. We measured them last night, and you're a little over an A cup, more than halfway to a B. I think a B cup will be perfect with your slender physique, and your new husband will love them!" I didn't know what to say, and just kept staring, absent- mindedly playing with my new breasts. These were only the second pair of breasts I had ever had my hands on, and the irony is, that both the owners had the same name! My body was smooth and hairless. Where I had a little pot g5t before, my waist was rather slender. I half turned, and looked at my backside, and saw it was much rounder than it used to be. One girlfriend that I had for almost a month told me I had an ass as flat as a pancake. Now, though, it seemed much fuller. I turned back to face the mirror, and looked at my face, looking for a difference, looking for the Paul I knew. He was there, sort of. My scruffy sort-of beard was gone, my eyelashes were shaped in a very feminine manner, and my lips looked odd. I approached the mirror closer, and looked again. My lips were fuller that I ever remember them being, and they were pink! I looked at Miss Anne, and she just laughed. "Well, Chrissie, you've seen our little improvements! The hormones gave you your nice new breasts, laser hair removal got rid of that horrid scruff on your face, neck, and legs forever, liposuction took care of that couch potato belly, and your lips have been given collagen injections to make them fuller, more feminine, and they have been tat4ooed a pretty pink color. A little lip gloss, and you're ready to go! Let's see, we also gave your little bottom a lift, and had it made fuller and rounder, more girly. You now have the cutest little bubble butt! I didn't know what to say, what to do, I looked around for some form of escape, saw the open door, and thought about running. I quickly realized that I couldn't run in these infernal locked-on high heels, and even if I got out, I was wearing nothing but frilly panties, hose, and heels. Stil,, I half-turned, and looked at the door. The open door, however, was now no escape. It was blocked by two beefy weightlifters, who had no intention of letting me get anywhere, no matter how I was dressed. I was trapped; feminized and trapped; feminized, trapped, and helpless. I was led, tears trickling down my face, back to that bar. My hands were once again cuffed about my head, any that satin prison wrapped back around my waist. I knew what was coming, and decided that I would not yell, not cry out, just take it. Once again my corset was cruelly tightened, and once again, my hands were cuffed behind my back. I was led back to the mirror, and Miss Sarah came up behind me, and fastened a white leather collars dripping with lace around my throat. My arms were yanked up, and a short chain was attached from the cuffs to the back of the collar, pulling my arms up behind me, forcing my new tits forward, and causing tremendous pain in my arms and shoulders. Miss Sarah then went to the door, and took a basin from one of the men. I was led to the bed, and pushed down across it on my back, causing me even more pain. The gag was replaced and buckled, and I saw Miss Sarah take a dripping Zip Lock bag out of the basin, and moments later, she pulled my panties down, and applied this ice pack to my cock! I screamed with pain, but of course, little came out. After a few seconds, I became numb, and could vaguely feel her fooling around with my cock. I heard that same horrible small "snick" like when my heels we2e locked on, and Miss Sarah pronounced the job "done." I had no idea what the job was until I was led back to the mirror, and could see a pink plastic cage surrounding my tiny cock, with a collar behind my balls, and a small shiny lock holding it all together. Miss Anne supplied me with the information that this was a CB 3000 chastity device. It would allow me to keep clean, allow me to pee while sitting, but would not allow me to even get half-hard, or to touch myself. My panties were pulled back up, and I was led back out into the hallway, the two men laughing openly at the restrained little sissy before them. This time, I was led to another room, where I was told to sit down in a barber's chair. My ankles were attached to the chair, and a wide strap went around my waist. My wrists were unhooked from the collar, and re-attached to the arms of the chair. The ring in the back of the collar was hooked to the head rest of the chair, and once again, I was totally helpless. Two ladies came into the room, and after examining me, and giggling a lot, got busy. With a warning that Mike and Eric were just waiting to hog tie me, and have their way with me if I even thought about misbehaving, the gag was removed. My toenails were shaped and painted pink, my fingernails done in the same pink, and then it was on to my hair. I was given what I was told was a little girl's style, and after two hours of fussing, my dirty brown hair was now light brown, with just a touch of highlights, and cut to just above my shoulders, with a sort of flip at the bottom, and I had bangs over my forehead. I had never taken care of my hair, and now it had been done for me! The pain and humiliation washed over me in huge waves, and once again, I was crying like a baby. "Why, why, why?" was all I kept crying. No one would answer me. I was alone, dressed like some simpering sissy bitch, my ass on fire from the embedded plug, and strapped to a salon chair. Now, I even looked like a girl! Suddenly, I heard a voice, and not one I expected. "Well, son, I see they have made you look rather pretty!" I heard my father say. "Daddy, please, please, please let me go, take me home! I don't know what I did wrong, but whatever it was, please let me make up for it! Get me out of here, PLEASE!!!" I was crying hard, hoping my father would take pity on me and take me home. There was a long moment of silence, and finally, "Well, I can help you, I think. It seems to me that my son Paul wants out of this arranged marriage, is that right?" "Oh yes Daddy, oh yes!" Well, I'm going to take the restraint off of your right wrist, and then I have something for you to sign. As soon as you sign this document, Paul Hilliard will no longer be here, in this place, dressed like he is, and waiting to marry a man." You better believe I wanted to sign that paper! He undid the leather strap from my arm, placed his expensive ball point pen in my hand, and held a paper out to me, steadied on a leather folio he always carried. Without any hesitation, I signed a shaky Paul Hilliard at the bottom, initialed where he showed me, and dated the paper. He returned the pen to his pocket, slipped the paper back into the folio, and then did something that made me a bit worried. Instead of releasing the rest of the straps, he held my arm down, and re-strapped it to the chair! "Well, as of now, as I promised, Paul Hilliard is no longer here. What you just signed is an application to have your name changed to Christine Hill. So, as soon as I get to the courthouse, Pau, Hilliard is not only not here, he is no longer anywhere. I must have screamed at this, as I had a vague idea of people rushing in just as I fainted. When I came to a moment later, the gag was replaced in my mouth, and my father began to talk again. "You want to know why you are here, why we have done this to you, right? Well, you pathetic little wimp of a sissy, let me tell you. I have been trying to get you to take an interest in school, so you can go to a good college, and you failed there. I tried to get you interested in a career, and you just wanted to play video games. You failed when you tried to bed Christine, which left her so frustrated and confused, I got a very good night in bed, fucking a 16 year old cheerleader! You dressed in your dead mother's lingerie and beat that little prick of yours while wearing her things, even coercing your nanny to help you with make-up! Dear God, if you knew all the times I watched the household security tapes and saw you prance down the hall in bra and panties, or a nightie...I wanted to puke!" "You are a pathetic, fucking wimp, a waste of space and money, and on top of that, you have such a little prick, that no woman would ever bear you children! Christ, you'd never get it in far enough, or long enough to impregnate her! You are the very definition of pathetic! However, a gentleman I know, of rather dubious morals, offered me a lot of money if I could help him find a feminized sissy boy for a bride. I had no idea why he would want to marry a fucking transvestite, or indeed of where or how to find such a thing, but then inspiration hit. I showed him the security footage of you, and told him that while you liked to wear this shit, you weren't, to my knowledge, gay, and wouldn't want to marry a man. Well sir, that just got him all excited, and he offered me triple the amount, in cash, as your "dowry." Well sir, I mean miss, since you would never amount to a bucket of shit as a man in this life, I figured your net worth would never be higher, and here you are, getting ready to be married to a man. THAT is why you are here, my pathetic little, cross dressing, cock sucking, sissy faggot." With that, he strode out of the room, and left me alone, truly alone, with my tormentors. Soon after my "beauty appointment," and my father's treasonous act, I was taken back into the bedroom, once again bent over the leather torture device, and with a warning that it might "sting," the plug was yanked out of my ass. Again I screamed into my gag, the fire re- igniting i. my poor abused bottom. Miss Sarah chuckled and told me that that plug would never go back inside me again. I started to relax a bit when she added, "Remember, we have much bigger ones that need to go there, so we can open you up for your wedding night! I understand your fianc? is huge!" The next ten days were a blur of walking up and down for hours in higher and higher heels, until I finally had on a pair that perched me up on my toes, and were agony after only three steps! Miss Sarah informed me that these were 7 inch fetish heels, and were used here as punishment. I was measured for clothing, tried on what seemed like hundreds of pieces of lingerie, each one a treasure of silk, satin, and lace. I wanted the lingerie, but on my terms, and that didn't seem like it was going to happen. They now came up with a new plan. Since I knew what was going on, and they knew I didn't like it one bit, I spent each minute of each day in some kind of restraint to prevent even any attempt at escape. My nights were now the same. Since I wouldn't be able to get out of bed to pee if I had to, I was placed in adult disposable diapers, with a satin covered pair of plastic panties snugged up over them. I guess someone liked the whole sissy baby theme, as I was dressed in a heavy satin nightgown, baby bonnet, and had these horrible, fingerless mittens placed on my hands, and tied tightly around the wrists. There was some kind of heavy padding in between the layers of satin, and my hands were next to useless. My ankles would be strapped together, and the same with my wrists, and a strong cord was tied between them, forcing me to keep my knees bent all night, with my hands between my thighs. The first night, Mike came up to me, as I was lying on my side, bottom towards the door. "Does widdle Chrissie like her beddy-byes? Should Mike help widdle Chrissie relax?" With that, he began to stroke my bottom, and to caress my nipples, which I'm ashamed to say, caused me to try to get hard in my cock cage at his touch! I was horrified and humiliated, and scared to death of what he was going to do. I was also turned on! How far down had I come?? I went to sleep with the rope passing between my knees, holding my wrists tightly between my thighs. Thank God for the sedative, or I would have gotten no rest! As soon as I was restrained into my bed, someone turned on some music, some kind of new age stuff that was very relaxing, and I soon fell asleep. When Miss Sarah woke me up the next morning, I think she was just a bit disappointed that my diaper was still dry. I mean, I was barely allowed to eat anything, I was hungry all the time, and water or juice had to be earned, so hell yes my diaper was dry! I was taken to the shower, this time with Eric holding a dog chain leash, attached to my chastity cage, and scaring me very badly. When I was finished, and stepped out of the shower, he was standing with his jeans around his knees, and his cock hanging out. It was huge, and hard, and Eric asked me if I wanted a towel. I meekly told him I did, and he told me that I would have to kiss his cock if I wanted a towel. To my chagrin, I started to bend over, and he just laughed, and threw the towel in my face. Was this some kind of test, or just a man teasing a helpless sissy? Back into the bedroom, I was forced to put on my own stockings and lock my own heels onto my feet. I was cuffed to the bar, and a corset, this one a peach colored one that came up over my little breasts, was laced on, even tighter than yesterday. Now, on higher spike heels, and a painfully tight corset, I slid a pair of panties up my legs, not missing the fact that they were the same peach as the corset, and totally crotchless, allowing my little cock in its little cage to hang out front. I also felt a breeze in back that told me how exposed I was! Led back to the leather horse, I was again gagged and restrained, but this time the plug didn't seem so large, at first. Suddenly, it began to swell in a most painful manner, causing me to moan into my gag. I could hear Miss Sarah behind me pumping something, and I suddenly understood it was an inflatable plug filling my backside. Along with the pain, came another sudden realization, I was trying to get hard in my cage! My cock was sore and aching, and trying desperately to harden in a tiny plastic cage that would allow none of it. Oh my God, was I liking this? I was getting turned on by feminization, pain, and humiliation. What was wrong with me? Was I turning into some sissy faggot? Just a short time ago, I was willing to kiss another man's cock just for a fucking towel! Oh shit! Oh shit!! Again, the day's program included hours of "walking practice," followed by hours practicing how to sit, stand, get in and out of a car, and even how to gracefully get into bed with a long nightgown on! I had to perform 100 perfect curtseys for Miss Anne, and each time I made a mistake, I was cut with a cane across my thighs, and the count went back to zero. I was very tired and sore after that! Every hour, on the hour, someone would grab that horrible bulb that was hanging out of my ass like a rubber tail, and give it a pump or two, making the part buried in my tormented body swell a bit more, and further opening me up. As Miss Sarah was just about to get me ready for bed, having already pulled out that inflatable terror device, Miss Anne walked in and announced that she was unsatisfied with my work that day, and that I needed to be punished for not working hard enough. "Your future husband has paid a lot of money for you, you little sissy, and we have to make sure he gets his money's worth out of you." was her way of phrasing it. My ankles were cuffed together, and a leather collar placed around my neck. A pair of leather cuffs were placed on my wrists along with those fingerless mittens, and each cuff was then attached to the collar, holding my hands to the side of my head. "Let's see, Sarah," Miss Anne said, "Do we want the little bitch to be kept quiet, or do we want to hear her beg and cry?" "Oh, Miss Anne, I do so want her to beg and cry for us!" "No gag it is for the little sissy girl, then!" With that, I was pulled down over Miss Anne's lap, and Miss Sarah walked up to my head, and held out a hair brush to me. I just looked at it, a standard, wooden, men's hairbrush. I didn't understand. Miss Sarah told me to kiss the brush, and without understanding, I did. She then handed the brush to Miss Anne, and that little light came on. You know, that light that exposes all the terrible things that were hiding in the corner? That one! So, there I was, bound hand and foot, a corset wrapped painfully tight, my cock in a cage, and a pair of stockings and high heels. Only the thin silk of those crotchless panties were between the brush and my backside, nothing to ameliorate the coming pain. Telling me to count every fucking stroke, Miss Anne laid into my backside. The first blow nearly took my breath away, and she was just getting warmed up! I tried to squirm and wiggle to get my ass out from under that horrible hairbrush, but to no avail. I had no purchase, as my hands were cuffed to my collar, and my high heels were off the floor. After 10 blows, she put the hairbrush down, and I thought she was done. Wrong-o! All she was doing was taking time out to humiliate me even more. Without any warning, something cold was shoved up my backside. It wasn't huge, but I was so sensitive back there, I cried out in pain, anyway. She began to move this thing in and out of my ass, and suddenly, I was riding a wave of sexual energy. I felt like I usually did just while masturbating, just before my climax. Only this time, it seemed to last, and last. I was moaning and thrashing as the pain in my backside fought with this agonizingly long pre-orgasm. Suddenly, while one hand was probing my bottom, pushing me to new heights of sexual frustration, the other resumed the merciless beating of my raw, red ass. Pain, pleasure, frustration, and humiliation all washed together, and I was screaming and crying, and begging her to stop, begging her to let me cum, begging her with all my heart, telling her I would do anything, anything to make it all stop! I felt my cock begin to leak cum. but I still hadn't orgasmed,. I was humping her stocking-clad legs with my caged penis, and getting no relief. I was cumming without cumming! I was so frustrated I began to cry anew, and beg for release. Finally Miss Anne stopped, and slowly removed the torture/pleasure device from my bottom. "Does our little sissy Chrissie need some release? Do you want your widdle cockette out of that nasty plastic cage? Will you do anything for Miss Anne? Will you use your widdle mouth for Miss Anne?" With that, she pushed me off of her lap, and onto the floor. Miss Sarah came over to me, giggling, and got me up onto my knees. Miss Anne scooted her chair closer to me, and then spread her legs. I could see a pair of gossamer thin, silky red panties. I could see the whole crotch was damp. She asked me again if I was willing to use my widdle mouth for her. By now, the smell of her musk was overpowering me, and since I had achieved no orgasm, my libido was still high as a kite. I told her I would most certainly use my tongue on her. "FOR me, sissy,"She corrected. "Yes, Ma'am, for you I meant." With that Miss Sarah slipped a blindfold over my eyes, and I could hear the chair being moved closer. I heard a bit of commotion, and suddenly, a pair of panties were pulled over my head, with the wet crotch pulled over my nose. The smell of woman almost knocked me off of my feet, er, knees, that is. Remember, I was damn near a virgin, and this was only the second time I had been this close to a pair of woman's panties that had just been on the woman. I inhaled deeply, savoring the strong feminine aroma, my caged cock painfully attempting to break free of the unyielding plastic. I was so horny I was close to losing my mind with lust! I heard a scoot of the chair, and telling me to open wide, the blindfold and panties were ripped off and my head was pushed forward, onto a huge, realistic dildo complete with a set of balls! Miss Anne was wearing a strap-on dildo, and now my mouth was forced down onto this thick, 8 inch monstrosity. For the next fifteen minutes, I was forced to suck this thing, lick the realistic head, kiss and suck the heavy balls, and behave like some cock crazed slut. Every time I tried to back away, or to balk at sucking that thing, I was reminded that if I didn't like plastic, then Mike and Eric were just outside... I had experienced a thick penis shaped gag being jammed into my mouth, and now I had taken my first lesson in sucking cock. I had no illusions at this point as to where this was all going. Dazed, but still horny as hell, I was pulled up off of the floor, and the corset gratefully removed. I was allowed to remove my shoes and stockings, and wearing a sheer pink robe that I was told was called a peignoir, and a pair of low heeled mules (Well they had a 4 inch heel, but after the last few days, they felt damn near flat!) I was allowed to go to the bathroom and take a shower. Miss Sarah followed me, and placed a plastic shower cap over my hair, and I stepped in and tried to scrub the day's horror off of my body, and my mind. I stayed in the shower as long as I could, until I was finally called to get out. As I dried my abused body, I saw that someone had installed mirrors in the bathroom. Not only one mirror, but three wide, full length mirror hung on three of the walls, as well as the traditional over-the-sink m)rror. so that no matter where I turned, I could see myself, my budding breasts, my full lips, my little bubble butt, all the things that turn me on in a girl, that were now part of me. I stopped and stared, then I let the towel dangle from my hand, covering my plastic caged crotch, and saw only a young teenage girl looking back at me. Dear God, I even liked it! My cock began its futile attempt to get hard, and I could see my nipples stand out. My NIPPLES? MY nipples? I wanted none of this, but...I did want it, well, some part of me craved this, I think. I was horny, scared, and I didn't know what, so I did the only thing I could think of, I sat on the toilet and cried. My dad was right, I was nothing but a worthless, pathetic, piece-of- crap sissy. I had no skills, no education, nothing that would qualify me to join the world of men. Shit, I had such a small pecker that a young boy would probably laugh at me! I deserved to be Christine. No, I didn't deserve that name. The real Christine was a real female, at least from what my dad told me. I was just a sissy. I was nothing more than Sissy Chrissie, the crying, pathetic, faggot with the tiny dick. About that time, Miss Sarah came back into the bathroom to see how I was doing. She found me sitting on the toilet seat, head hung down between my knees so I couldn't see a mirror, and sobbing. Gently, she knelt in front of me, and slipped my mules on my feet, helped me to my feet, and slipped my peignoir around me, and led me back to the bedroom. Once there, she sat me on the bed, and again knelt in front of me, and with a key on a gold chain around her neck, removed that horrible plastic chastity thing. She went to the dresser, and removed some items, and brought them to the bed. Quietly telling me to get dressed, she stepped back. What I was handed was beautiful! The same baby blue satin panties that I had worn the other day for my first butt plug, but without the hole in the rear (I checked!), and a matching camisole, both trimmed with miles of white lace. A pair of white, thigh-high stockings, the kind that stay up by themselves, went on next, and I was rather surprised that I rolled them up my legs as though I had been doing it for years! While I was putting this all on, she brought me a pair of sissy ankle socks and pair of white high heeled pumps. I had no idea what was going on, but I had been apparently programmed successfully to follow directions. I sat there on the bed with my head down, like the submissive loser that I was, not wanting to look Miss Sarah in the eyes. She softly called my name, and told me to look up. As I did, she approached me, and told me to hold my hands up to her. When I did, she placed the leather cuffs on my wrists, and told me to lay down. She connected the cuffs to a hook at the head of the bed, and then