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"Retribution. The Critical Mass-And Meltdown of 'Aunt' Madge!"
Madge, "Aunt" Madge as she was known to her "nephew" Timmy and others in
her circle of friends chatted over coffee early in the morning with
Gladys Gladstone, a friend of hers who owned and operated an upscale
vintage lingerie and dress shop in town. The move had been completed
months ago. Madge had moved to this new town to be nearer her friend
and to have a new home, a house in a country setting far from prying
eyes. The two ladies enjoyed coffee in the large elegant kitchen. Madge
poured then sat down, smoothed her satin lined black wool skirt and
crossed her shiny beige nylon stockinged legs with a whispering zip as
she adjusted herself.
"How has he taken to your control of him?" Gladys asked.
"It's been a struggle, he's put up quite a fight but it's been over
eighteen months now. I think he is finally realizing that there is no
escape. Since his castration and the start of female hormone injections
twice a month a year ago and of course I've had him on estrogen pills
the whole time too," Madge replied.
"The whole time?" Gladys gasped.
"Of course darling!" Madge giggled. "Little neighbor boy, sneaking into
my house to play dress up in my lingerie and things? He was a foster
child to the Henderson's next door. Of course we kept it quiet, but
they had to be told don't you agree? They were considering adoption but
once they learned that Timmy was a transvestite, a mincing, preening
cross dressing sissy, that changed things considerably! I offered to
take the 'poor' 'troubled' youth off their hands, and, social services
didn't seem to mind!" She chuckled at the ease of how she'd worked the
system and gained control of the little cross dressing teenager! "I
moved him in with me and started putting pills in his food immediately
then quietly started feminizing him."
"What is it that makes a boy want to wear ladies clothes?" Gladys asked
perplexed.
"It's a sickness!" Madge returned. "Nobody knows why but once they
start they can never stop. By the time I'd caught Timmy he was already
an expert in walking on high heels! Who knows how long he'd been doing
such a thing. Sickening!" Madge added.
"That's why we had to move here, far enough away so we weren't known
because by now he certainly doesn't look like a boy anymore!" She
giggled as Gladys looked on.
"You like forcing boys to dress and act like young ladies don't you
Madge?" she surmised.
"Just the sissy types, but it's so fulfilling! The control!" Madge said
with an almost sexual excitement. "To take full and total control of a
young boy that appears normal but behind closed doors is nothing but a
limp wristed pansy. Oh, I doubt he's gay, but it was unmistakable that
he was a cross dresser! He likes the way the fabric feels, he can't
help himself, he can't stop putting things on. Or so it was after he
confessed that to me. I knew then that I had to take action. I was
determined to 'cure' the little sissy!" Madge said with determination.
"But you said there was no cure?" Gladys replied.
"Yes, it is unfortunate isn't it?" she giggled. But I realized that
there was another way. I decided that if he couldn't stay out of
women's clothes that may he should be kept in them, all the time! She
chuckled. "Of course I was encouraging at first, working off his
weakness giving him what he wanted. I'd 'keep his secret' and help him
dress properly and work with his look and mannerisms and teach him how
to apply makeup and do his hair and everything," She explained.
"How did you get him into makeup? I thought he only liked the
clothes??" Gladys asked.
"I told him that if he was going to dress like a woman he was going to
do it right! If you're going to dress completely in a pretty dress from
head to toe and from the skin out you need to do your hair and makeup
and wear jewelry! It was a challenge, but I started in slowly,
cautiously," Madge explained.
"Ah, But the breasts, the implants, his wide hips, the castration!"
Gladys went on.
"You're getting ahead of yourself darling," Madge cooed as she sipped
her coffee and continued. Gladys noted the excitement building.
"Yes, I helped the little darling. Nobody knew what he was or what I
was doing and I admit it was so exciting!" Madge relished! "Timmy
appeared to be just an average teenaged boy to everyone else but at home
I started dressing him in the frilliest, silkiest most feminine things
and the highest heels I could find many of those things coming from your
very store once I sent you his measurements. You remember darling? The
sweet, vintage things ladies used to wear?" She said in a lilting
feminine tone.
"I started slowly, letting him wear some silky panties and pantyhose
around the house. Then I encouraged him to wear a proper brassiere then
a girdle, a slip and high heels. It was only logical that I ended up
zipping him into a dress," She said with satisfaction. "And little did
he know that I was taking full control. The hormone pills were already
working on him and I kept dressing him, teaching him how to walk, move
and gesture when dressed like a lady. And I started teaching him all
about hair and makeup too."
"What was the problem then? It sounds like you had it easy?" Gladys
returned.
"It went along that way for a while and even though he loved the
feminine clothing he started to pull away," Madge added.
"Pull away?" Gladys inquired.
"Yes. I often had him bathe and dress right after school and then help
him dress from head to toe and from the skin out. He'd be stuck in the
house once I'd zipped him into a dress and made him up of course and to
get him away from his friends I started shaving his legs and chest and
underarms. I gave him a nice pedicure, with gloss red nails too. Then
once I took away his boy shorts and replaced them with lace trimmed
ladies nylon panties and pantyhose and made sure he wore those things
every day under his jeans even to school, it soon had the desired
effect."
"What do you mean?" Gladys asked with interest.
"He became distant from his friends," Madge went on. "He didn't want
them to accidently find out he was wearing panties and pantyhose!" Madge
giggled. "The pulling away came when, as I continued dressing him and
encouraging him to dress and to dress him more and more often and more
completely it became too much for him!" Madge finished.
"Kind of like a feminine overdose then?" Gladys mused.
"Exactly!" Madge added. "It seems that once cross dressers get their
satisfaction from the frills and silky things they need to put those
things aside for a while, even though the urge always returns. But, I
was determined to continue. By then he began to notice the budding
breasts, his softer skin and his more luxuriant hair. I hadn't allowed
him any more haircuts once he moved in. But had it 'styled' instead.
Making the look a bit androgynous at first but then with the next
trimming the look was decidedly more feminine!"
"But he was still living as a boy right?" Gladys replied.
"Yes. But it was becoming obvious in seeing him as time went on that he
was gaining a more feminine shape. I'd told Timmy that his soft skin
was from the soaps and powders, his luxuriant hair the result of the
shampoo and conditioners," Madge added.
"What about the breasts?" Gladys said with interest.
"That was a bit trickier!" Madge said in thought. "I got him some
silicone breast forms, small ones to fill out his bras and make his
dresses fit better. When he complained his chest was tingling and
'swelling' I knew it was the female hormones. But, I convinced him that
he must be allergic to the silicone! To pull him further into my plan I
started using a cream massaging it into his breasts every night, telling
him it was to reduce the swelling in his chest from his 'allergic
reaction,'" Madge giggled.
"But there was no 'allergic reaction' was there. What was the creme for
then?" Gladys said smiling.
"What the cream really was, was breast enhancement cream! A hormone
laced topical ointment designed to enlarge and to encourage breast
tissue growth! And, with one ingenious twist!" Madge giggled. "I added
a mild anaesthesia of sorts, a bit of Lydocaine into the cream to numb
the breast tissue a bit, to stop him from feeling the tenderness and
tingling as he continued to develop." She said with satisfaction.
"Ingenious!" Gladys returned. "But even that couldn't work for long!
He was changing, his hair was getting longer and longer."
"I had to began to bind Timmy's chest with ace bandages to hide the fact
that he now was developing breasts, and, I had him wear baggier clothes
to hide his developing curves when he went to school! The hair? I
managed to comb that out straight and just put it in a pony tail but
even though his friends didn't come around anymore I think they were
beginning to suspect something was now different!"
"If you hid all the signs of the changes how did they notice?" Gladys
asked.
"It had been a year by then," Madge said. "And over time children grow
and develop. Now Timmy had always been smaller and more slight of build
compared to the other boys but with the female hormones in his system it
stopped his male puberty! The boys grew taller and bigger while Timmy
stayed soft and slight. The boys' voices began changing and whiskers
starting to grow but Timmy remained the same. I knew that if I was to
continue on that we would simply have to move. I'd need to get Timmy
away to a new house in a new location where he could start over. So, we
moved here."
"He was starting to look like a girl by then!" Gladys exclaimed.
"Yes, and I had to act quickly to keep my plan from being discovered,"
Madge went on. "I bought this place and had it remodeled inside, then
quickly had Timmy take his GED equivalency to finish high school. After
packing up and having the movers take everything from the other house I
packed the rest of the clothes."
"When did you make the change, you know, having Timmy only wearing girls
things?" Gladys asked.
"Oh, that very night!" Madge said with satisfaction. "I'd slowly been
getting rid of Timmy's boy things anyway, his baseball bat and glove,
his baseball card collection, his model car collection and began
replacing those items with girls items. By then although he put up a
fuss I had him sleeping in a girls nightgown every night and on satin
sheets and he was still in panties and pantyhose under his jeans all the
time now. But now, free from having any friends come over I now had him
in full lingerie and a dress every day at home. He sniffled a bit as he
watched me bag up the last of everything male he had, and the rest of
his male clothing too then watched as I took everything out to the trash
barrel in the alley! The move was set then. I left the house key on
the kitchen counter for the realtor then shut off the lights when we
left that evening with our two remaining suitcases."
"What did he say?" Gladys asked.
"Nothing!" Madge said with satisfaction. "Leaving in the dark of night
did help cover his embarrassment but he left the house properly made up,
with his hair done and in full lingerie, a dress and high heels, mincing
and wiggling to the car walking just like I'd taught him! And, his
pastel colored suitcase was filled with only women's clothing because
women's clothing was all he had left! I now had him fully feminized!"
She giggled. "I'm not done with him just yet either! I have a few more
plans. Maybe you could start training him to work for you Gladys! Just
imagine, Timmy totally feminized and working in a ladies dress and
lingerie store surrounded by all those frilly ladies things, without a
man in sight!" She said seemingly thrilled at the possibilities!
"It's early but I should get 'Tiffany' up and get her dressed for the
day. Want to help? You can really see the changes now!" Madge said
with an excited smile. Gladys then followed Madge through the house and
down the hall to Timmy's new bedroom boudoir!
Madge got Timmy up. She pulled back his covers in his new bedroom now
all feminine and girlish to reveal the white satin sheets and to see
Timmy in a pink nylon chiffon baby doll nightie! Gladys could hear his
sleepy girlish sigh as he got up without a struggle. She noticed that
his voice hadn't changed! And she immediately noticed the now feminine
curves! "Let's get you dressed sweetie!" Madge said as she brought a
brassiere and ladies panties from the dresser as Tim slipped out of his
nightie and matching pink nylon panties! Gladys immediately noticed
Timmy's swinging, jiggling bust!
He took the panties and slipped into them. Gladys could see the empty
scrotum and the small male member now atrophied from the female hormones
as he tucked himself and pulled up the lace trimmed white nylon panties
snugly giving him the appearance of a girls mound!
"Now the brassiere darling," Madge cooed as she slipped Timmy's arms
into the bra straps! "Lean forward like I showed you sweetie," She
cooed excitedly, smiling with satisfaction as both ladies watched
Timmy's breasts, with breast implants jiggle and swing as he leaned
forward, the areolae now large, the nipples large too as they jutted out
and became erect in the cool room air!
The swinging breasts jiggled as Madge fitted them into the white lace
trimmed bra cups, the nipples pressed into the silken fabric and the
fleshy orbs brimmed the cups as Madge pulled the bra around tight to his
chest and hooked it securely in back. She adjusted the straps pulling
the breasts up firmly and straight out! "You look lovely this morning
dear. Do your hair and makeup and I'll make breakfast ok" she cooed.
"And since Gladys is here, wear that pretty floral dress with the white
heels?" She instructed as they left Timmy to finish dressing on his own,
for Madge to show off to Gladys how well her "program" was going. Both
ladies returned to the kitchen.
"He looks like he's mellowed out a lot!" Gladys said with surprise.
"It was the castration and then the start of his estrogen injections
that were the finishing touch," Madge added. "That took the final
remnants of any maleness out of him, softened him and calmed him down.
Of course with the castration and the implants and in knowing he'd been
on hormones all that time he knew there was no way out now!" She
giggled. "It's just so exciting Gladys! I've cured him! Taken a
sneaking little cross dresser sissy boy and cured him! Now he can wear
all the frilly things he wants!"
"Well, it's not really a cure!" Gladys added.
"But It'sthe next best thing!" She giggled with satisfaction. "Boy did
he struggle when he had nothing left to wear but panties and lingerie
and the dresses and high heels! He begged for me to let him wear cotton
underwear and blue jeans and tennis shoes even if the jeans were girls
jeans and the shoes were girls shoes, but I kept the pressure on to
break him fully! I kept him in feminine lingerie, the garter belts and
sheer nylon stockings and the slips and girdles and corsets and of
course his much needed brassieres now, and have filled his closet with
feminine dresses, skirts and blouses! He doesn't have a single pair of
pants, not even girls pants!" She giggled again.
"Then with his lessons and learning to dress and be a proper lady and in
learning to only do ladies things while only being dressed like a proper
young lady and with the constant dosage of female hormones little Timmy
finally gave in and has taken to fully dressing and living as a proper
young lady! And nobody knows that he's really a boy!" She laughed
excitedly!
"Are you going to finish the job?" Gladys gasped.
"Oh my yes darling!" Madge envisioned. "I've scheduled his final
appointment and procedure for early next month! I've already had his
little testicles removed so it shouldn't be too much to have his little
manhood reshaped and sculpted into a proper little vagina!" She beamed.
"It's been so exciting, so fulfilling Gladys. I've turned a sickening
little swishing sissy cross dresser into a real girl, a regular 'girly-
girl!' I wonder what goes through his mind when he's alone in his
pretty room," She mused. "He used to get all hard and excited playing
dress up. But I am sure it's different now!"
But down the hallway at Tim's bedroom door he stood in panties,
brassiere, white lace trimmed nylon garter belt with sheer beige nylon
stockings held high and tight, tautly gartered to the straps of the
garter belt as he teetered on the white ankle strap sandals only already
partially dressed as Madge had ordered. But he was listening!
Listening to every word! He now knew the truth!
He knew that Madge was indeed going to finish-the-job she had warned him
about the first time she caught him in her things. And then a second
time! There wasn't a third time because by then her plan was already
underway to make him become a woman! And then with Gladys' help soon
after this last "procedure" was complete he would find himself in a
satin blouse and tight skirt and those black patent stiletto pumps, with
the name "Tiffany" on one of Gladys' little gold "Lady Grace" lingerie
shop identification pins pinned to his satin bow blouse. And there he'd
be, mincing and wiggling amongst the rows of dresses and lingerie
working in a dress shop! His punishment would indeed be complete then
he thought! Timmy was going to fade away permanently, "Tiffany" would
be taking his place! He gasped open mouthed through his gloss red lips,
choked a dry swallow and shuddered at the prospect!
"Do you think he still likes pretty ladies things?" Gladys asked as the
two chatted over coffee.
"It doesn't really matter does it?" Madge replied. "He couldn't stay
out of ladies things, the lingerie, the dresses and nylons and high
heels, so now he's getting his just deserts isn't he!?" She added and
finished. "Yes, the sickening little sissy is going to spend the rest
of his life all dolled up from now and on! Wearing pretty panties,
brassieres, nylons and pretty dresses and lingerie and nightgowns and
high heels and having his hair done his makeup and nails done and I'm
going to be here to make sure he stays as feminine as possible every
step of the way! Yes, he's going to stay soft, feminine, ladylike and
demure from now on!" She said with satisfaction at her soon to be
finished plan.
Both ladies were soon giggling!
"And nobody will ever know or suspect that 'Tiffany' was ever a boy!!"
Gladys gasped at the limits of Madge's plan!
"Nobody!" Madge said with total satisfaction. She then looked towards
the hallway. "Tiffany!? Tiffany dear! Come into the kitchen now, Madge
will make you a nice breakfast, and you can show off that pretty floral
dress to Grace!" She said knowing that in just a few minutes three
ladies would be enjoying breakfast! But Tiffany didn't appear!
"Young lady!? Don't dawdle! Do I have to come back there and zip you
into that dress myself!?" Madge shouted, her anger growing. Still no
Tiffany!
"Where is that little sissy bitch!?" She grumbled as she got up from the
kitchen table. As she minced to the back bedrooms Grace followed. They
gasped when they entered Tiffany's feminized boudoir of a bedroom.
"She" looked lovely of course, as lovely as Madge could make her. And
she was so feminine too! As they watched transfixed, gasping, Tiffany
twirled. Her floral rayon dress shining in the light from the windows
as the skirt and frilly petticoats fluttered and rustled and swished
gently as "she" turned and turned. Her smooth, feminine nylon
stockinged legs gleaming now, shining in the light, her white patent
leather shoes on tip toes gleaming as she twirled and twirled, a vacant
wide eyed stare in her eyes and just the slightest smile was evident as
she looked at Madge and Grace gasping open mouthed as they stood frozen
in the doorway.
"CUT HER DOWN!" Madge screamed! As the shock of seeing Tiffany that way,
even though the whole sight the whole spectacle took only a couple of
seconds in real time. But time seemed to slow to a mere crawl now. The
image, that image now forever seared into Madge's and Gladys' minds as
they rushed to take Tiffany down. They stumbled over the pink cell
phone laying open on the floor, an errant footstep kicking it, causing
it to slide across the pastel pink deep pile carpet as they reached the
little tipped over vanity stool that laid on it's side in the middle of
the room directly under the ceiling fan.
Timmy had made his decision. After being pierced, plucked, powdered and
painted, all the forced feminization, the charm-school training the
constant dressing and coaching and the hair and makeup lessons and the
sewing lessons and being force fed the female hormones his mind had been
pushed to the limit! Timmy had hoped he may one day escape Madge's
clutches but in hearing about his upcoming "procedure" he knew it was
all over and that Madge had indeed gotten her way!
But he couldn't disappoint his "Aunt" Madge! His training had been too
total, too all encompassing and far too extensive. So he did the only
think he could. After checking his panties and bra were properly on he
put his white lace trimmed garter belt on, then put on the sheer nylon
stockings that he knew were Madge's favorites, the shiny beige ones that
were so feminine on, carefully working and smoothing them up his long,
smooth and shapely legs and gartering the stockings securely to the
girdle garter tabs as he had been taught and had done a thousand times
before.
He then put on a white, lace trimmed nylon full slip then added his lace
trimmed layered white nylon chiffon petticoat then carefully stepped
into the pretty shiny rayon floral dress. He zipped it up then tied the
white satin sash around his waist and into a large and feminine bow at
the back then quickly added his pearl necklace and delicate dangle
earrings to his now pierced ears and did his makeup, combed his long and
feminine hair and even added a white satin bow to the side to look
especially feminine for his "Aunt" Madge. He then looked deeply into
the mirror smoothing his dress and finished with spray of floral scented
perfume.
But Tiffany continued to twirl. The dress and petticoat still rustling,
fluttering slightly, the pirouette continuing, the nylons still shining
on unmoving tip toes, but the stare was glassy eyed, vacant now. Madge
quickly stopped the pirouette once she righted the white satin topped
vanity chair and climbed upon it teetering on her heels pulling at the
sturdy layers of the nude support stockings that had been securely tied
to the base of the fan!
But now, the color began to change, the glassy eyes with pupils frozen
wide became bloodshot, the pale porcelain feminine complection that had
finally been achieved began to shift in hue to a grey and then darker
more purplish pallor even under the light foundation makeup and powder
that had been so expertly applied. As Gladys looked on screaming Madge
balancing precariously on the stool on her high stiletto heels fought
frantically working the scissors, gritting her teeth then working her
jaw in time with the scissors, gasping and whimpering as the scissors
clicked. But it was a chore, the nylon layers of several support
stockings now taut was strong, the cable like appearance of the layers
of fabric rolled and held resistance to the scissors as Tim hung there
in mute uncomplaining silence. Madge became more agitated, more upset
as she frantically worked even harder!
And then suddenly, both ladies heard it! They were alone in the bedroom
but the sound made them freeze with a gasp! They waited still frozen,
feeling their hearts pounding in their chest, echoing in their ears,
there ears ringing now, their minds locked into a panicked adrenalin
shock! But then again, just as suddenly the faint sound filled the room
again, and then again!
Gladys looked to the floor then looked further near the bed to see the
pink cell phone laying open, the little lighted screen showing plainly
in the shadow of the bed now. The familiar "my little pony" ring-tone
switched off but the vibrating sound was heard once again indicating
that the phone was in another mode and it was still active!
Madge paused, in gasping terror! Her always perfect makeup now
betraying her. The sweat formed on her brow, her lipstick smeared, her
carefully eye-lined and smoky eyeliner caking into clumps, the mascara
laden lashes now running in streaks in black tears, the ruined makeup
appearing to melt like a wax figure left too long in the sun smearing
her eyes into a racoon-like visage!
Gladys picked up the phone. She read the text and noted the "911" call!
She pushed the send button then heard a female operator! The lady on
the other end began talking, talking urgently wanting more information.
She continued talking, keeping the line open!
Madge screamed out once again, her panic, melding with her sheer terror
at the evidence now there in plain sight! She quickly returned to
working on the sturdy cable of nylon that still held Timmy in his now
puppet-like stance.
"A loud bang was heard! And then another, and another still and then
the splinter of wood as the battering ram finally breached the heavy
front door Madge always kept securely locked. The loud shouts began
that identified the intruders as the tight group, all dressed in SWAT
combat/riot gear swept the house. Through the gun sights one officer
noticed the two cups of coffee now cold sitting on the kitchen table
while another officer checked the basement others moved room by room
then started towards the hallway! With their minds reeling and their
silent breaths reduced to dry, open mouthed stuttering gasps Madge and
Gladys could hear them coming!
She stepped off the stool without finishing her job, the sturdy nylons
had been scuffed and cut in places but they had held. The loudness, the
clattering foot falls, the shouts appeared at the open bedroom door, the
disbelieving gasps were heard as well as Madge's quiet whimpers and the
weeping statement by Gladys that she was just a "friend!" The grunting
and struggling ensued, handcuffs clicked, rights were read aloud. Then
the scuffle continued down the hall as the weak explanations began, the
pleading of innocence and how it was an "accident," the pleas, the
sobbing echoing down the hall to trail away as Grace and "Aunt" Madge
were taken away.
One officer stayed behind, had to wait till the photographer and print
boys arrived. He looked at the body, but not long, not having an
inkling of what the real story was, but he would, everyone would soon!
At seeing such things many times before the man was mostly unmoved, and
continued with his job. He looked around the impossibly feminine
boudoir of a bedroom, at the rows of dresses in the closet, the rows of
high stiletto heels that lined the floor matching each of the frilly
dresses hanging above. He noticed the dresser drawers, each one just
brimming with lacy feminine lingerie and how the vanity was stocked with
all manner of color, paint, laquer, powder and scent and a multitude of
jewelry.
He sniffed the air, not appreciating the strong floral perfume that
still hung in the air then went to the window to open it slightly, to
wait as he looked through the lace trimmed pink satin curtains that were
as festooned with pink satin ribbons and frilly fringe as the white four
poster bed along the wall. He could sense something wrong, something
somehow, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The pink phone laid
open on the floor, still illuminated, the text apparent and through the
short but almost verbose note lay the explanation and it seems, and it
would soon become readily apparent that this wasn't really an accident
after all!
Timmy hung still and unmoving, puppet-like from the now silent and
unmoving ceiling fan in the quiet, over decorated bedroom. The glassy
wide eyes saw nothing now but as one looked a bit closer past the
greyish cast of the face, then a little closer past the now swollen lips
then just a bit closer still--an additional truth was easily now in plain
sight! For there, on the face, was the ever so slightest of smiles
still quite evident, still showing on those gloss red lips!
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