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The Clinic Alessandra Durante James glanced over at his wife. She was silent as she steered the car on its path to the rehabilitation center. He wanted to say something to her, but there was a coldness in her eyes that made him realize that there was nothing he could say at that moment that would change anything. Catherine never looked at her husband as she drove down the highway. He had been caught cheating on her for the second time. She also suspected that there were several others she did not know about. She was well aware that, given her husband's wealth, many girls were willing to seduce him despite his effeminate appearance. James was a wirily man, standing 5'7". He had met Catherine during their high school years at the preparatory school their parents had enrolled them in. After they reconnected after college, James felt that she would make a good wife to be seen at social events with since her family was prominent in the same social circles his family traveled in. Catherine was happy to be married to James. Her parents had tried to marry her off to another man, but she wanted no part of being a subjugated partner. James's meekness made him more attractive to her since he easily bent to her wishes and let her live her life the way she wanted to. She had her own job and made her own schedule, while he lived off his trust fund and was periodically a member of charitable boards. Despite James's submissiveness to her, James was also easily swayed by other women. He had difficulty saying no to any woman who showed an interest in him. After Catherine had found out about his martial indiscretions, James asserted that he was addicted to sex as a means of justifying his cheating. Catherine left him for a few days after she found out about his adultery. James was left alone to think about what he had done. He called her frequently and begged her to forgive him. When Catherine returned, she addressed his claim of sex addiction. James knew that his claims were untrue, but he felt they were his best chance of convincing Catherine that the cheating was not entirely his fault. While Catherine had initially indicated that she did not believe James's assertion, after she returned, she agreed to take him back if he received treatment for his "addiction". James was relieved by her offer of reconciliation. He knew that he had no such addiction, so he was sure that his time in treatment would be short lived before he was deemed cured. Catherine selected the inpatient rehabilitation clinic for James that they were traveling to early that afternoon. James was unhappy about leaving Catherine so soon after their reunion, but he knew that he had to do it to keep her. Catherine pulled the car onto the highway off ramp and began driving through a small town until she veered off onto a side street. The suburban homes gave way to miles of open fields that James stared at in silence until the clinic appeared off in the distance. James saw the high masonry walls that surrounded the building on a hill. The building was made of red brick and seemed somewhat dilapidated from the outside. Catherine parked the car in front of the building and helped James carry his bags through the front door. As the walked through the front door, they found that two orderlies were waiting for them in the lobby. "You must be Catherine Lovelace," the shorter orderly said as he stuck out his hand to shake hers. Catherine introduced herself and James before the two orderlies introduced themselves. The orderlies put James's bags to the side as the larger orderly took out a release from a shelf in the lobby. He placed it in front of James and said, "You have to sign this before we can begin your treatment." James looked at his wife who nodded with a smile before he put his pen to the paper and signed it without reading a word of it. The orderly took the release back from James and told Catherine that the clinic would take good care of her husband. Catherine nodded as she stared at her husband as the steel door that separated the lobby from the rest of the clinic was opened. James gazed back at his wife as she continued to stare at him. Right before the door closed behind him, James saw his wife put her head down. "What have I done?" James muttered to himself as he cursed himself for the situation he put his wife in. "Come along," the larger orderly ordered as James slowed down. James nodded and walked faster beside them before the orderlies came to a stop. They opened the door and led James inside. James looked around the small bathroom before he told the orderlies, "I don't need to shower." "I'm sorry. It's the clinic's rule. All new patients must shower upon entering the facility. It gives us a chance to make sure there's no contraband on the patient's person." James nodded before the shorter orderly continued, "It's also supposed to be symbolic of you washing away the vices that got you here." James smiled for a second before he nodded and began to disrobe. The two orderlies then stepped out of the bathroom to search his bags before he removed his boxer shorts. James stepped into the shower and turned on the water as the men reentered the bathroom and waited just beyond the shower curtain. James bent down towards the tiled shelf in the shower and squired shampoo into his hands. After he finished washing his hair, James reached for the body wash container. He lathered his hands up and spread the flowerily scented wash across his body. James frowned as the smell hit his nose. "Why don't they just have a regular bar of soap?" James muttered. James let the water run down his body as he closed his eyes and wondered what his therapy would entail. He knew that it was all unnecessary. He was well aware that he was in complete control of himself. He simply could not bring himself to say no to a beautiful woman. He knew that he could never limit himself to one woman for the rest of his life as long as a woman other than his wife showed interest in him, but he was also too cowardly to breakup with Catherine. As James's eyes opened he reached for the shower curtain before his eyes saw the black strands by his feet. James let out a high pitched shriek that embarrassed him as he heard the stifled laughter of the orderlies. His hands reached down and touched his smooth skin. James clasped the unlabeled bottle he assumed was body wash and looked for any indication that it was a depilatory. "What the fuck?" James exclaimed as he wondered how the clinic could leave such a powerful hair remover in the shower unlabeled. James searched his body for any trace of body hair, but it had all washed away. He was happy at the moment that his wife would not be seeing him for a while. He blushed as he thought about how embarrassed he would be to stand before her smoother than her from the neck down. James turned off the water and rested his forehead against the tiled wall beneath the shower head. He knew that the two men that escorted him into the bathroom were going to notice the lack of body hair beneath his towel. He only hoped they would not make too big of a deal about it. After he convinced himself they were professionals and would surely not say a word to him about it, James peered out from behind the curtain and asked, "Can I have a towel please?" The larger of the two orderlies shook his head as he replied, "It's nothing we haven't seen before." James blushed as he responded, "I'm not asking for your sake." "Oh, she's modest," the shorter orderly replied. James was sure he had misheard the orderly despite their snickering. James was handed a white towel and dried himself off in the shower before he stepped out with the towel wrapped around his waist. The larger orderly smiled at him and said, "See that, you look cleaner already without all that body hair making you look all mannish." James stooped forward while his cheeks turned red as he heard the orderly's remark. 'What kind of clinic is this?' James thought to himself as he digested the orderlies' unprofessional remarks. The shorter orderly then asked, "Are you ready to get dressed?" James nodded before the man turned away from him. He stepped out of the bathroom and wheeled in a cart containing James's clothes. James's mouth opened and his jaw continued to descend as he looked at the clothing resting on top of the cart. "I think you have got the wrong cart," James said with his voice breaking momentarily as the two men looked him over. "No, this is for Alyssa Lovelace." "My name is James..." "Not according to the waiver you signed." "Are you crazy?" James said before the men produced the form. "Is this not your signature?" The shorter orderly asked. "It is, but that's not my..." "We can do this hard way or the easy way, Alyssa," the larger man said as he glared down at James. James started to shake as he looked over the clothing on the chart. There was a miniskirt adorned with rows of gold stripped sequins that made the skirt garish and glittery. James's eyes drifted to the sleeveless black jersey tank top and then to the black bra and breast forms beside it. The last item on the cart was a pair of gold toned glitter, four inch heeled, peep toe pumps The men stared at James, waiting to see if he would voluntarily dress himself. The larger man leaned towards James and said, "So what's it going to be?" James shook his head and replied, "I'm not...I'm not..." James's stuttering answer failed to satisfy the two orderlies. The shorter one moved towards James and grabbed his arms. James struggled within the strong man's grasp as his arms were forced through the straps of the bra. Soon there after, the cups were filled with the breasts forms that were glued to his chest. James squirmed as the cool feeling touched his chest. The men ignored James's pleas to let him go. With his breast forms in place, the larger man applied a liberal dose of glue to James's member. James blushed as he felt another man's hands touch his testicles before they were shoved up into his body cavity and his member was thrust between his legs. James felt a cool feeling between his legs as the man kept James's member pressed between his legs for a good five minutes before he released. James stared down at his smooth front and shouted once more for an explanation. Again, the men ignored him as the larger man took hold of the blouse. James struggled in the smaller orderly's grip and freed himself momentarily before the larger man clasped him by the neck and forced James's upper body over the vanity. The larger orderly bent down and whispered into James's ear, "We told you we could do it the hard the way if you didn't do what you were told, bitch." Tears streamed down James's face as the man twisted his arm behind his back. "See that Wes, Alyssa cries like a bitch, so I guess it's okay to treat her like one," the shorter orderly said. James shook his head and shouted, "I'm not a bitch." "Oh, she's talking back," Wes said. "I know how to handle that."' Wes smiled and said, "Allow me." The shorter orderly nodded as Wes's finger caressed James's rear before it was thrust through his anus. James squealed as he felt the unusual feeling between his legs. "She's squeals like a bitch too," Wes added as more tears streamed down James's face. "Please stop!" James begged as he blushed as he thought about the violation he was experiencing. "I don't know, bitch. You're so tight. I almost want to break you in. Tell me, if I let you go, will you be a good girl," Wes asked as he wiggled his finger inside of James. "I'll be good. I'll do as you say." "I said will you be a good girl?" Wes replied as she shoved his finger deeper into James. "Yes, Yes, I'll be a good girl!" Wes pulled his finger slowly out of James as the shorter orderly handed James the top. James slipped it on slowly as tears continued to run down his cheeks as the larger orderly washed his hand. James then took hold of the heels. He slipped his feet into both shoes before the men grabbed him from the side and escorted him out of the bathroom for his intake interview with the head of the clinic. James took unwieldy steps as the men rushed him down the hallway. His legs felt wobbly underneath him, and he was only kept upright by the strength of the orderlies who were largely carrying his weight. The men paused before the closed mahogany door with the words 'Headmistress Constance Scott' carved into the brass nameplate. The larger man knocked and the door drew open. The men whisked James threw the door and placed him down on the chair before Constance's desk. The two men stood by the door as Constance looked over the newest patient admitted to her clinic. James stared at Constance, unsure if he should speak as she walked around him in a circle. Constance was considerably taller than him, as she was 6 foot even without heels and the four inch heeled pumps she was wearing made her seem ever larger. Constance was middle aged, but was lean and muscular with long dark brown hair. She was dressed in a black pant suit and mauve colored blouse. Constance came to a stop and leaned against her desk. She smirked as looked down at James and said, "So you're the new sissy." "I'm not a sissy!" "Then why are you wearing a skirt?" "Because you forced me to!" "I forced you to? You let a woman..." "No! Those two over there dressed me up like this. They touched me! Ew, what they did? I'm going to sue you all." "I don't think so, Miss Lovelace." "Don't call me that!" "Well, Miss Lovelace. The waiver you signed when you came in here said that you had no problems with us calling you that. In fact your old name is forbidden to be spoken here." "That doesn't give you the excuse to..." "To what?" "I was violated!" "Violated? I was watching everything these two poor boys did, and they didn't violate you. If you'd like, I can have them show you what violated means around here." James shook his head and started to tremble as he realized that the woman would not be providing him any relief. "You can't...You can't...treat people like this," James replied, stammering. "My sweet sissy, you're right, but you're going to learn soon enough sissies are not people." James sneered at Constance, prompting her to shake her head and say, "I've met sissies like you before. Don't think you're anything special, Alyssa. The one truth is that you all break in the end. It just some sissies have a harder time admitting what they are than others." James shook his head as Constance leered down at him and said, "Cross your legs, dear." James sat still in silence. Constance nodded to the larger orderly who yanked James right leg up and forced it over the left leg. James tried to move it, but the force of the orderly's right hand down on his right knee cap made that an impossibility. "Thank you, Wes," Constance said before she glared down at James and added, "You will learn that resistance is futile. If you go along with things around here, you will be much better off. I must strongly advise you, now, that you should just submit and let what's going to happen to you, happen." James shook his head and shouted, "I'll never be..." "So many have said that, they've all been wrong. It's not their fault really. They were always feed this delusion that they were men and think that the fiction they have been told since they were young is true." "I'm..." "A weak, submissive faggot," Constance interjected in a stern voice. James shook his head as he sneered at Constance. Constance smiled at him as she added, "Do you think a man would let himself get breast forms glued to his chest. Especially with glue that will last for four months, same as with his cock. Don't worry about the latter. That'll be free by the time you get out of here. In fact you'll be using it by the end, just not for the same purposes that got you here." "Fuck you, let me go." "I'm sorry that's not going to happen." "I'm not letting you keep me here!" "Well, the consent you signed permits me to do just that." "I don't care what I signed; you can't keep me against my will. It's imprisonment." "Maybe you see it that way now, but by the end of your time here, you'll view this treatment for what it is." James shook his head as he shouted, "I don't care about what I signed. You made a deal with my wife. She sent me here to stop my cheating, not to turn me into some sort of fag. That's why you're going to..." "Please stand up dear," Constance interjected. "Why?" "Just do it or I can make your life very unpleasant," Constance said as she peered over at the two orderlies. James nodded his head and got to his feet as Constance walked over to him. She placed her arm around his shoulder and moved him towards a mirror. James glanced down at her hand and noticed that it was significantly larger than his own. James felt weak as she moved him towards the mirror and helped keep him upright as he took uneasy steps in his stiletto heels. "See that faggot in the mirror, Alyssa?" James shook his head and darted his eyes away from the mirror. Constance grabbed him by the chin and jerked his head towards the mirror and declared, "Do you still think your wife lied about why she sent you here? Look at that sissy. Do you think that any woman would sleep with him?" James saw the tears forming in his eyes as Constance's fingernails dug into his cheeks before she released him and said, "See that, crying like a bitch. You belong here, Alyssa. It's my job to make sure that when you leave here, you don't try to go back to being James. I have to disabuse you of the idea that you're a man." Constance words caused James to shake. He knew his wife was angry with him, but he believed that she knew nothing about Constance's methods. He was sure she would save him, but he knew that he was stuck until she discovered what was happening or he could find a way to escape. "Get him ready for class," Constance said to the two orderlies. The two men lifted James off the floor carried him back into the hallway. They carried him into a room and strapped him down to a gurney before a young woman came into the room. James stared up at the attractive raven haired woman with light skin and a slender build. She smirked down at him and introduced herself as Heather. "What's your name," Heather asked as she turned away from James and begin preparing to dye his hair. "It's James," he replied. "James? That doesn't sound right," Heather said with a smile as she wheeled his gurney towards the sink. "You have to help me. I'm not supposed to be here." "That's what every sissy that comes through here says," Heather replied as she put on her white latex gloves. "It's true," James shouted as he stared nervously at the girl he could not help but be attracted to despite the situation he found himself in. "We both know what you are, dear," Heather retorted before she looked at the chart left with her by the two orderlies that was signed by Constance. "I'm not..." "Alyssa, my dear, don't waste my time with your delusions ," Heather replied as she read his name as it appeared on the chart. Heather straightened James's head as she applied the first strand of his extensions to his hair. James saw what she was doing and shook his head and shouted, "Stop." "Stop? It's just hair!" Heather replied "Just let me go!" "I don't have that authority," Heather said in a calm voice as she touched James's hand. James felt a fleeting feeling of attraction towards Heather as he felt her hand on his before he shouted, "Don't touch me!" Heather shook her head and said, "James, I suppose I'm going to have to take extra measures to get the job done." James shook his head as shouted once more, "Let me go!" Heather turned away from James and James wondered what she was reaching for. She approached him from behind. James heard her heels clicking on the floor behind him as he was unable to turn to see what she planning on doing. James's heart raced as he heard the sound of her heels coming closer to his gurney. James saw her thrust something down towards his face. James squealed as the penis gag was forced into his mouth and locked behind his head. "There we are. Now, I won't be distracted by your whinny little rants." James tossed his head from side to side as Heather smirked at his muffled shouts before she took hold of a piece of chain. James saw her place the chain into the locking mechanism located on the outside of the penis gag sticking out of his mouth. She pulled the chain under his gurney, jerking his head, before she locked the other end into the mechanism. James tried to move his head, but he found that it was impossible as Heather returned to adding extensions of his hair. James sat in defeated silence as Heather worked on his head. He fantasized about his wife coming through the door at any moment and stopping what was going on, but he knew that it was unlikely to occur. Part of him, feared her reaction though if she did. The thought of her seeing him in a skirt and heels and getting extensions made him sick to his stomach. He could not conceive of her not permanently thinking differently about him if she saw him at that moment. As Heather finished adding James's extensions, she put on a pair of goggles and began to prepare the dye for his hair. The fact that Heather was wearing eye protection worried James. James watched Heather closely as she prepared the solution. Heather turned and saw James's attentive eyes watching her. Heather smiled and said, "I'm just preparing the dye for your hair. We don't want you walking out of here with your first four inches of hair not matching the rest. Don't worry. It doesn't hurt. It does smell a bit, but it's not too bad." Heather pulled James towards the sink. She removed the binds restraining James's head to the gurney before she pulled down the head rest and left James's head unsupported as it rested over the sink. James cringed at the smell while Heather applied the solution to his hair. After applying the solution, Heather took off her gloves and goggles and began to prepare the extensions for his nails. James watched the coating being added his nails before each acrylic extension was added to his fingernails. Heather smiled at him periodically as she added the extensions before she removed the heels from his feet and began to paint his toenails. James tried to avoid looking at Heather. He was still attracted to her despite what she was doing to him. He figured that she would wrongly construe his arousal for her as the enjoyment of his feminization. As he jerked his head and hands so he could see how far his fingernails extended beyond his fingertips, James caught sight of the color of the nail polish bottle in Heather's hands. He shouted into his penis gag prompting Heather to smirk and shake her head at his muffled protest. James clenched his eyes as he thought about the bright pink color being added to his toenails. While he knew that no color would look natural on him and that all unnatural toenail colors were girlish, Heather's choice for him seemed particularly designed to emasculate him. Heather finished painting his toenails and turned her attention to his fingernails. James clenched his fists so that she could not apply the polish to his fingernails. Heather leaned down and stared into his eyes with her face only a few inches above his. In another situation, James was sure he would have tried to kiss her, but he knew too well that Heather wanted nothing to do with him and was there only to help shackle him in a feminine prison. James' fists were forced open and his palms were strapped down onto the gurney before Heather applied the pink base coat to his nails before she washed the solution out of his hair. When she finished washing his hair, she wheeled his gurney away from the sink and began to blow dry his hair, periodically checking to make sure that his fingernails and toenails were drying appropriately. As she finished drying his hair, she flung a few of James's newly long locks onto his face. James groaned as he saw the bleach blonde coloring of his hair. Heather smirked and said, "Do you like it?" James screamed into his penis gag in response before Heather continued, "Good, I knew you would. All sissies love this color because the only girls who have it are total bimbos who love to give lots of head." James shook his head before the head rest was snapped back into place, giving him neck support, which made him more comfortable for the moment. Heather then began to paint his toenails again. James pushed his head as far as he could get it off the gurney to see what Heather was doing to his nails. As Heather finished with his right foot, she smiled at him and lifted his foot as she could off the gurney to show James the white French tips she added to each toenail. James sighed and muttered into his penis gag as she did his other foot before she moved on to his fingertips. James watched as she added matching white French tips to each of his fingernails. The extreme feminineness of his hands was unmistakable. In addition to the girlish fingertips, his hands were slender and small. He was sure that no one would ever believe that his hands were those of a man unless they saw his face. "We're almost done with your nails," Heather said as she turned and walked away from him. "We just have to add the finishing touches. These are what really make you stick out. All the sissies just love this part. I remember when I was here, and they put them on my fingertips. I squealed so much. I was just like you, Alyssa. I was in denial, but the old cosmetologist who used to be here, she helped to make me realize that I had it all wrong. Let me tell you, Alyssa. You may think you hate this, but by the time you're done here, you'll know that all we did here was bring out who you really are." James stared at her face. Heather's face was unambiguously feminine. There was no trace of the former masculinity she alluded to. James felt sick as he stared at the feminized face he had been so attracted to. Homophobic thoughts crept into James's head as he feared that his attraction to Heather meant that he was gay before he rationalized, 'She looks like a chick that's what it is. I was attracted to her. You know you're not like that.' Heather smiled down at the disgusted look on James's face and continued, "I was once right where you are now. My wife signed me up here, but unlike the others she never came back for me. She got married to a man, and there was no place for me in her new life. The clinic thought about selling me, but I was just so committed to this place by the end that they figured I'd be a great instructor to give the girls a glimpse of their sissified futures." James shook his head as he stared at Heather. He was sure that he would never end up like her. Heather smiled down at him again as she applied the crystals to his fingernails. Heather smirked at James as she finished with his right hand and released it from its binds. She bent his fingertips up, causing him to wince. James stared down at his fingernails as Heather said, "Aren't they pretty." James shook his head as Heather walked to the other side of the gurney and kept talking, "I remember when I used to deny the obvious too. I was tricked into coming here, just about all the girls are. Sissies like us are just in denial until we're shown the error of our ways; it just takes some of us longer than others to realize it. James would have screamed at her if he was able to, but the penis gag made such an effort pointless. James just shook his head at her words while Heather began to add the crystals to his left fingertips as she said, "Of course, now, I'm where I belong. I'm a valuable member of the team. I teach you sissies and, of course, I help to keep the orderlies and guards happy here. They love fucking my face and ass, especially since Miss Scott got me all that plastic surgery to get rid of all those disgusting traces of my pseudo masculinity. The men were so much more comfortable with me after that. Let me tell you, there's nothing the boys like more after a hard workout than my parting lips waiting for them. I only hope that you're able to be of as much service to your superiors when you get out of here." James shook his head as he tried to ignore her words as Heather finished adding the last crystals to his nails. With his hair and nails finished, Heather turned her attention to James's eyebrows. James felt the strange feeling of the wax being applied to his eyebrows. Heather then turned away from him and brought over a bottle containing a depilatory. James recognized the bottle from his shower. He struggled in his binds until Heather applied a liberal amount of the depilatory cream to his face. James sighed, resigned to having any trace of his facial hair removed. It did not bother him nearly as much as the loss of his body hair and the wax on his eyebrows. Heather wiped off the depilatory cream and squeezed James's smooth cheek as she said, "Nice and smooth," before giggling and picking up strips to remove James's wax. James cringed as he felt Heather press the strips against the wax on his eyebrows. He yelped into his penis gag as the first strip was pulled. Heather forced herself not to smile as she said, "Don't worry, Alyssa. All the girls shriek when they first get their first waxing. It gets easier each time." James shook his head before Heather took off his penis gag. She smiled at James and said, "That should make you more comfortable as we do this," before she pulled the next strip off his eyebrows. James shrieked again before he shouted, "You said it would hurt less!" "With time it will," Heather replied with a smile before she walked towards him with tweezers to eliminate the straggling eyebrow hairs that rested outside the remainder of James's high arched eyebrows. Heather smiled at James's face as she finished and said, "Now, all we have to do is do your makeup, and you can go and join your fellow sissies." Heather took out a cosmetic bag and approached James. James thought thrashing his head from side to side, but he knew that nothing he could do would prevent what was going to happen. He knew that as long as he was strapped to the gurney, he was not capable of stopping her from putting the makeup on his face. Heather leaned down over him and added black eyeliner, eye shadow and mascara around his eyes before she added rouge to his cheeks. She turned her attention to his lips and applied pink lip gloss to them before she rubbed glitter all over his face. Heather smiled at James's face as she finished. She then wheeled him towards the mirror. She tilted it down so James could see himself. James mouth opened slowly as he stared at his thin eyebrows and long bleach blonde hair. His makeup made him look almost feminine, but there were traces of his masculinity in the bone structure of his face. "See that, you're the perfect sissy. Girlish, but still obviously not a girl, something in between, just where sissies belong." James shook his head as he gazed vacantly at his reflection and processed Heather's words. Heather walked away from him and called out to the two orderlies to bring in James's uniform. The two orderlies wheeled in the cart, which James was unable to see from his vantage point. Heather smiled and said, "Are you ready for your first class?" James stared at her in disbelief that she had even bothered to ask him, knowing full well that he had no choice in the matter. Heather tilted her head and asked, "Aren't you the least bit curious as to what it is?" James gave her a vacant look as he laid strapped to the gurney in silence. Heather laughed a little and said, "Well, regardless, I feel it is my duty to tell you that you'll be starting with the girls in the aerobics class. So we have to get you ready. Wes, are you ready." Wes smiled as he walked towards James with the cart. Wes and the shorter orderly undid James's restraints and released him from the gurney. Wes sat James upright on the gurney as the shorter orderly handed James a pair of white dancer's tights. James stared vacantly at them as they rested in his hands. He began to think about throwing them to the floor, but the consequences of his previous refusal weighed on his mind. "Alyssa, will you require assistance?" Heather asked. James nodded, unsure of how to put on the tights. Heather smiled and took the tights from him. She showed him how to roll the tights down and began to work them up James's legs after removing his heels. James began to get aroused as he felt the silky feeling of the tights being dragged across his smooth skin. He tried to think of anything other than the feeling that was overcoming him as the sissy dressed him. Heather smiled as she worked the tights up his legs and paused as she reached his crotch and felt the heat coming from between his legs. "Someone's excited," Heather replied with a smile as she stared up into James's eyes. James shook his head trying to deny her words as he tried to convince himself he was not reacting the way he knew he was. Heather smirked at his reaction, "Don't worry. I'm sure you're right, Alyssa. You're man underneath these pretty clothes. I mean, it's perfectly natural for a man to get excited about wearing pretty clothes and being touched by a sissy right?" James blushed as Heather smirked and reached for his skirt. "This has to go," she said before she pulled it off his body as the men stood James up. Heather then instructed James to remove his top. James complied without thinking. Heather smirked at his breast forms beneath his bra before she said, "Oh, I remember those. They felt so odd at first." James looked at Heather's bust and asked, "Are those real?" Heather smiled and said, "They're all mine, and I mean mine. There's no implants here," Heather replied as she clasped her B-cup breasts. The disgust and confusion on James's face was clear to Heather. She batted her eyelashes and said, "The boys don't like the fake ones as much as the real ones. These feel so much better. See?" James blushed as Heather placed his right hand beneath her shirt to feel her breast. James recoiled and pulled his hand away as Heather continued, "Of course, not every girl that comes though here graduates past breast forms. In fact, that's what most of the girls leave here with. Only the special girls get boobs of their own." Heather laughed as she saw James's horrified expression before she took hold of the glitter adorned, purple and white long sleeved leotard. James took it from her and stared at the two orderlies before he swallowed hard and put the leotard on. James was then given a pair of plain white sneakers, which he put on without issue. As James finished tying the shoelaces, Heather said, "Now, you missed lunch already so we're going to give it to you in here before you join the class midway through." James nodded before Wes handed him an opened strawberry yogurt with a pink plastic spoon in it. James pulled the spoon out of the yogurt and stared at Heather in silence for a moment. "This is lunch?" James asked, breaking the silence. "Sissies are kept on a strict diet, Alyssa. No one likes a fat little sow of a sissy. We try to keep our sissies at an optimal feather weight." James frowned as he heard Heather's words and placed his plastic spoon into the yogurt container. After he finished eating, the two orderlies escorted him to the aerobics studio. James mouth dropped as he saw the door open to the classroom. He looked at the faces of the other sissies and felt his stomach churn as he realized how effeminate some of them seemed. He could only wish that they were that way before they came, but he knew that such a thought was wishful thinking. Constance walked in behind him and smiled at the instructor. The instructor walked over and said, "You must be our newest patient." James nodded in silence as he continued staring at the sissies in the room. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Alyssa. I'm Miss Leigh, one of your instructors. I bet the girls would like to meet you now." The sissies nodded in unison with smiles on their faces. James took a step back as the sissies minced towards him. He tried to take another step back, but he was stopped by the sensation of Constance's nails pressing into his back. Miss Leigh smiled at Constance as she saw the fear in James's eyes. Constance smirked at her and said, "Clara, please introduce Alyssa to her new friends." "With pleasure," Clara replied before she continued, "Alyssa, these four lovely sissies are your fellow freshman. You'll be sharing a room together until one of you graduates to the next level. This sissy is Jessie." James watched as Jessie came forward and kissed him on the cheek as she said hello before returning to the line where the other sissies were standing. James stared at Jessie in shock as he thought, 'Oh my God. He didn't even hesitate to kiss me like I was a girl.' Clara smirked and said, "This next lovely flower of a pretend boy is Tina." James tried to move, but was restrained by the two orderlies as Tina's leaned down to kiss James's cheek. James blushed as Tina let out a giggle and hurried back to the line. Clara then called Kristy forward. Kristy smiled at James and kissed his check before Melissa was told to greet James as well. Melissa planted a kiss on James's cheek before Clara said, "These four girls are your sissy sisters. You'll be spending your whole day with each of them until further notice." James grimaced as he stared at the four sissies he would be sharing quarters with. Each of them had bleach blonde hair like him, but their hair was tied up in two pig tails with lavender colored scrunchies. They seemed embarrassed by their conduct and appearance, but they did not dare to restrain themselves from acting girlish. Clara then asked, "Can the sophomores and juniors step forward to greet Alyssa." Intermediate James watched as three sissies walked towards him. The three intermediate skilled sissies all had a matching look of golden blonde hair with pink highlights. There hair was tied back in high ponytails with pink scrunchies embellished with matching rhinestone colored bows. They were all wearing cap sleeved red leotards and white tights and sneakers as they walked towards him. James grimaced as he was introduced to each of the three sissies, Tiffany, Marianna and Stephanie, who each placed a short kiss upon his lips before they scurried back to the other sissies with their hands out and to their sides. As James dealt with the shock of being kissed on the lips by what he considered to be technically men, Clara asked the senior sissies to come forward and greet James. The three sissies were dressed in matching baby pink, halter top leotards, white tights and two inch heeled, white patent leather Mary Janes. Their hair colors differed as two had different shades of blonde hair, while the third had crimson colored hair. All three of the sissies had their hair tied up with white, flower shaped hair clips that were decorated with crystals. James gawked at the three sissies overly feminine mannerisms as they squealed between giggles while they held hands and walked towards him. Their hands parted and Clara said, "Alyssa, this is Tammy." "The dirty blonde haired sissy smiled at James and kissed him on the lips forcing her tongue into James's mouth. James mouth was agape as their lips parted. As he tried to understand what had just happened, Clara introduced Tricia. Tricia promptly placed her tongue into James's open mouth, prompting him to push off her. The sissies shuttered as they saw James's act. Constance glared down at James and James realized what a mistake he had made. He apologized to Constance and Tricia before Constance said, "Well, considering it's your first day, I'll let that slide if you two kiss and makeup." James did not know what Constance wanted him to do, but Tricia did. She moved towards James and placed her lips on his. She rubbed her hand across James's rear as their tongues touched each others. As their lips parted, James's cheeks were reddened. Clara smiled at the blushing sissy and introduced the last of the senior sissies, Pamela. After French kissing James, Pamela took hold of the scrunchies given to her by Constance. "Alyssa, Pamela is the senior sissy here. So she gets the honor of doing your hair on your first day." James shook his head before he Constance clutched his face as the two orderlies continued to hold him still. Pamela arranged James's hair so that he had the same pigtails as the other freshmen sissies before she took her place with the other sissies. James stared at the two pig tails on his head that were visible out of the corner of both of his eyes before Constance said, "Alyssa, I tell all the girls when they come in to take a good long look at the girls that have gone through almost all of our training because these girls are your future." James's felt vomiting as he heard the senior sissies high pitched squeals as they heard Constance's words and hugged each other. 'Over my dead body', James thought as he thought about Constance's words. "Well, I won't interrupt you any longer," Constance said to Clara before she walked out of the room. "Alyssa, please join your classmates." James stared at her for a moment before Clara turned towards the orderlies. James backed down and scurried to where the freshman sissies where standing and waited for his instructions. "Melanie, please get Alyssa a step." Melanie scampered to the closet in the room and came back with the step in hand. She then placed the step down in front of James. James listened to Clara's instructions for the class to follow her lead as he looked down at the step. 'They still have these', James thought to himself as he thought about how his mother used to exercise with one in the 1980's. As the music started, James tried to keep up with his classmates. The upper classmen among the sissies had no trouble, but James noticed that some of the freshmen sissies were having trouble, although they were having an easier time than he was. As the class continued, James was relieved that he seemed like he would be able to escape the class unpunished. When the class ended, the sissies scurried to the rack of clothes in the rear corner of the room. The freshmen sissies took hold of the purple, chiffon above the knee skirts and stepped into them and placed on pairs of white, two inch high heeled shoes. James followed Tina's lead as he dressed next to her. James watched as the intermediate sissies put on black tiered, lace miniskirts and three inch high red pumps. The senior sissies meanwhile dressed in four inch heeled, black stilettos and pink and black lace, flower patterned miniskirts. The sissies took each other's hands and scampered down the hallways. James stared at the hurrying sissies as he was pulled along. He was fearful that his unfamiliarity with walking in heels would result in him falling to the ground. Fortunately for James, the etiquette and comportment classroom was only ten feet from the aerobics studio. The sissies sat in order of their status within the clinic. The most senior sissies were put in the back of the room where they were trusted to give their opinion on the junior classmen's progress and to help them improve the femaleness of their movements, words and conduct. Constance smiled at the sissies as she walked in and began instructing the class. James was mildly surprised to see that she had time to teach a class. Constance looked at James and said, "Alyssa, you're the new girl here. I suppose we should start this class with you. Come on up here." James got to his feet and took uneven, faltering steps as he approached her. He had to catch himself from falling by pressing his body against the wall three times before he reached Constance. Constance looked at the class and asked, "Tell me, sissies, what is this faggot doing wrong?" James sneered at Constance who smiled back at him as the sissies raised their hands. "Yes, Melissa," Constance said. "Her stride is too long." "Good. Did you get that, Alyssa?" James nodded before Constance pointed to Tina who said, "She also walked with these kind of crooked steps. She has to walk with her feet straight." "Right you are. Her steps were ungainly, almost pathetically mannish," Constance said before she asked James to put what Melissa and Tina said together and try to walk again. James concentrated on walking with his feet out straight as he took small, mincing steps. James was surprised to see that walking in the heels was much easier as he took their advice before Constance asked, "What else is she doing wrong?" "She's slouching," Tiffany said as James walked past her. "Correct! Alyssa, you're supposed to walk with your back straight and chest out like a lady, and your head down to show your submissiveness." James came to a stop and snarled at her, "I'm not submissive!" "Don't take that attitude with me, Alyssa, or you'll be finding yourself in a rather uncomfortable situation." The chilling effect of Constance's words on the sissies around him, caused James to pause. He knew that they were more familiar with what went on at the clinic than he was. He realized that if they were scarred by her words, he should tread carefully. James nodded before Constance asked, "Aren't you going to apologize." "I'm sorry, Miss Scott," James said after a pause. "Don't let it happen again," Constance replied before she made James walk with his back straight and chest out. "Getting better, but what else is wrong with what she's doing? Kristy?" "Her hands are resting to her sides. They should be held in front of her and limp." "Did you hear that, Alyssa?" James nodded before Constance continued, "Kristy is right. A weak wristed sissy has no business keeping her wrists straight when she walks. Give it a try." James shuddered before he began to walk with his wrists limp in front of him as his arms moved from side to side with each step. Constance smirked and said, "Much better, dear." James nodded before Constance dropped her pencil on the ground. "Oh, dear, could you get that for me?" Constance asked James. James nodded and bent at the waist to pick it up. He fell to the ground as Constance spanked his rear as he picked up the pencil. James peered up at Constance as he rubbed the arm he fell on as she asked the class, "What did Alyssa do wrong?" "She bent at the waist," Tammy replied. Constance nodded and added, "And?" "Her feet weren't together when she bent down," Kristy responded. Constance praised Tammy and Kristy as James struggled to get to his feet in heels. Constance dropped the pencil again and said, "Pick it up." James followed Tammy and Kristy's advice and bent down to pick it up from the knees with his feet together. Constance smiled and said, "Good girl" as she took the pencil from James and dropped on the floor again. James stared at her before she made him bend down five times and pick it up for her before she permitted James to take a seat. James breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down. There was a sharp stabbing feeling in his feet that he knew had something to do with his heels given his wife's complaints about heels in the past. Constance called the girls attention to the way James was seated. James put his head down as he knew he would be admonished again. Tina corrected the way he was seated, and James crossed his legs at the ankles, which rested to the side of his body at her instruction. Constance then began to teach the class how to speak. James listened to the lisping, high tones the other sissies spoke in with feelings of disgusts rising up in his body as they repeated the lines Constance told them to recite. James shook his head and recited the lines in a mocking masculine tone, "I'm a sissy girl. I've never been a real man. Real men are gods for me to idolize. Real women are goddesses who must be obeyed. I am neither. I am a sissy. I exist to serve both." Constance shook her head at James's sneering face. She pressed a button by the door and two orderlies came in. The sissies put their heads down as the two burly men descended upon James. James feared the worse as one of the men strapped a device across his throat before they let him go. James pulled at the strap of the device that was locked around his neck. James stared at Constance who responded, "Well, Alyssa, you wanted to do things the hard way, so we will." Please repeat the lines correctly. James began to respond in his normal voice. Before Constance pressed a button on a remote handed to her by one of the orderlies. The jolt from the shock collar forced James out of seat. He writhed on the ground shrieking until Constance removed her finger. "Let's try it again, Alyssa. Repeat the line correctly." James sniffled and began to repeat the line in a higher voice. Constance hit the button again. James screamed on the floor as Constance said, "Where was the lisp?" James nodded as her finger came off the button. He brushed the tears out of his eyes as he repeated the line in a high pitched voice with a lisp, "I'm a sissy girl. I've never been a real man. Real men are gods for me to idolize. Real women are goddesses who must be obeyed. I am neither. I am a sissy. I exist to serve both." Constance smiled at James and said, "Good, you may take a seat." James got to his feet and sat on the chair with his heart still racing from the shocks he had been subjected to. As the class ended, the orderlies removed James's shocker and Constance told him to follow the other sissies. James walked out of the classroom beside Tina. He tried to mince as Tina did with his wrist limp and jerking from side to side before he came to a stop in the cafeteria line. The sissies stood in silence as they awaited their meals. James watched as a bowl of salad was placed on each sissy's tray before they took their seats at one of the tables. James muttered to himself, "This is all we get." Tina overheard his muttering and in a quite tone shushed him. Knowing that Tina was more aware of what could happen to him if he made a scene, James took Tina's advice. James carried the tray over to the table and sat with the other freshman sissies. He moved the salad around with his plastic fork for a few moments before he took a bite. The taste caused James to cringe before he muttered, "What's with the taste?" Jessie stared at James and whispered, "It's the salad dressing. Don't worry you'll get used to it." "What the fuck is in it?" James whispered. "Don't use that kind of language here. You'll be severely punished for saying anything objectionable." James nodded before he asked again in a hushed tone, "What's in the dressing?" "The guards call it Cum Ranch," Jessie said as she buried her chin into her chest and took another bite. James stared vacantly at Jessie before his eyes looked over the face of each sissy that ate the salad without even a hint of anything objectionable being in it. "Do they know?" James whispered as he put his fork down. "Of course. Everyone of the girls knows. It's the senior sissies that make the salads and the dressing for all of us." "I'm not eating this," James said as he pushed the salad away from him. "You must, it's all they'll give you," Tina said in a rushed low tone as the other sissies gave him nervous stares. "I won't," James declared in a louder voice. "Why aren't you eating your dinner, Alyssa," Constance asked as she walked over with two orderlies. "I'm not hungry," James answered with a sneer. "I could careless if you aren't hungry. You are to eat when we tell you to. Do you understand?" James nodded and crossed his arms over his fake bust. "Are you going to eat it?" Constance asked in a stern voice. As James shook his head, Constance looked at the two orderlies beside her and said, "Looks like we'll have to show the faggot her place." James sneered at her again before the two orderlies lifted him off his seat as the sissies at the table stared into their salad bowls and continued eating. James stared at the meek defeated faces of the sissies and knew they would be of no help to him. They were broken, and he knew that they would never dare to disobey an order. Constance took a seat and the two men laid James over her lap. They clutched his arms and legs and held him down over her lap as Constance was handed a wooden paddle from one of the other members of the staff. As she rubbed the wooden paddle against James's rear, she whispered into his ear, "You must learn the cardinal rule of life for little faggots like you. You must never disobey a woman." James shook his head in silence before Constance raised the paddle up. James turned his head and saw the paddle swatting down towards his rear. He yelped as the paddle made its first impact on his ass. The stinging pain he felt made him cringe as Constance admonished, "Are you going to be a good girl and obey me?" James shook his head again prompting another swat. "Are you going to obey me?" Constance asked again. Despite the stinging sensation in his rear, James shook his head once more and shouted, "I'm not going to." Constance smirked at him and raised the paddle up high and smashed the paddle against his rear as hard as she could five times as James yelped and writhed in her lap within the clutches of the two burly men. As tears dripped from his checks to the floor, Constance smiled at James and asked, "Are you going to obey me, now?" With the stinging feeling in his rear burning him badly, James nodded and said in a hushed tone, "Yes." "What was that? I didn't hear. Speak up," Constance shouted as she swatted his rear again. "I'll obey you," James cried out. "And will you obey all women?" Constance asked before she swatted him again. "Yes!" "Are they better than you in every way?" "Yes," James shouted before Constance smashed the paddle against his ass again, making sure to hit to hit the welt that had formed. "Say it." "What?" James asked before being swatted again. "That women are better than you in every way." "Women are better than me in every way." "Good, and will you eat your salad like a good girl," Constance asked. "Yes," James exclaimed. "And you love the taste. It's the greatest taste in the world, correct?" Constance inquired as she thrust the paddle against his rear once more. "Yes, I love it. I can't think of anything better," James shouted as he squirmed in the clutches of the men holding him over Constance's lap as she ran the tips of her nails along the welts that had formed on his rear. "And why is that?" Constance asked "I don't know," James answered before being swatted once more. "Because you're a faggot that loves cum," Constance shouted. "Yes!" James exclaimed before Constance thrust the paddle against his rear again. "Yes, what?" Constance screamed into his ear. "I'm a faggot that loves cum." "Well, see that. Was that so hard to admit?" James shook his head as his tears streamed down his reddened cheeks. Constance nodded to the two orderlies who picked him up off of her lap and carried him back to the table. James grimaced as he was forced to sit on his reddened and raw rear as the sissies sat around him with empty salad bowls that had been licked clean. An orderly handed James a plastic fork. James took a bite of the salad and forced a smile to his face as he tasted the salty taste in his mouth. He ate the entire bowl and licked it clean before he was permitted to get to his feet and go to the last class of the day. James walked back into the same room where the aerobics class took place and looked around as the other sissies were getting ready. James sighed as he saw them standing around dressed only in their tights and leotards and putting on toe shoes. James was well aware what the class was about, and he put his head down as he walked towards the sissies and put on his white toe shoes and waited for the teacher's instructions. Clara walked through the door and said, "Okay, girls get to the barre." James scurried to the barre and stood next to it between Jessie and Tina. He tried to copy them as Clara gave the class instruction. Clara shook her head as she watched James plie. "Tiffany get over here and show Alyssa how she should be doing," Clara bellowed. James watched Tiffany walked over with her wrists flailing as she took her mincing steps. She lightly grabbed the barre and did a plie with her back straight and her right hand extending effortlessly. "Watch how graceful she is. There's no jerky movement, it's all very fluid." James nodded and tried to copy her, but he slouched as he bent his knees. Clara kicked his ankle with the side of her foot as she shook her head. James crumpled to the ground as he lost his balance because of the kick. James glared up at Clara as she told him what he had done wrong. James got to his feet and again tried to do as Clara instructed. James spent the entire class under Clara's watchful eye. She never failed to point out his mistakes as James tried to follow the lead of the other sissies. After dance class ended, James and his fellow freshmen sissies were taken to their dormitory. James walked into the room and heard the door lock behind him. James looked around the windowless room. The walls were decorated with pink and white vertical stripes with white molding as well as a pink carpet. The beds were identical single beds covered with Disney Princess comforters and lavender colored sheets. There were heart shaped decorations on all the walls as well as each sissies name over their bed, spelled out in rhinestone decorated letters. There were mirrored closet doors as well as an open door leading to a pink tiled bathroom with a Barbie bathroom rug. There was white furniture throughout the room, including a white vanity. James then noticed a television in a corner of the room. He walked towards it and turned it on. The Disney channel showed up on the screen and he changed the channel. Despite his efforts, the only other channel the television got was Nickelodeon. James looked back at the sissies. They had changed out of their skirts and were wearing matching pink babydolls. James shook his head as he saw them practicing walking in heels while he fiddled with the television. James put his head down and turned off the television before he walked towards them. As the sissies practiced mincing and feminine posing, James shook his head. He looked at them and shouted, "Why are you doing this? Don't you see this is what they want you to do?" The sissies froze and stared at James in silence. Jessie shook her head and said, "We have to work on being good girls." "You're not girls! You're guys. Guys are supposed to stand up for themselves. How could you not fight this? Not one of you of faggots helped me in the cafeteria. We can get out of here!' As James finished his rant, he stared at the horrified look on the sissies faces before the door to the dormitory was flung open. James's head jerked towards the door. He moved to run, but the three orderlies quickly descended upon him. One thrust a ball gag into James's mouth and locked the strap behind his head as the other two men got James to his feet. The three men carried James out of the room, pausing only to the lock the door to the dormitory behind them. James squirmed in his captors' clutches as he was carried down the hallway and taken into a small dark room. James's hands and elbows were bound together and then jerked upwards as one of the orderlies tied the rope around a support beam located overhead. James was unable to move more than a few inches in any direction as he heard the men whispering to one before one placed a pair of five inch high heels onto his feet. James feared they were going to carry out Wes' threat from that morning. Tears streamed down James' cheeks while he cried out into his ball gag as he imagined what the men were about to do to him. Through the tears in his eyes, he saw Constance enter the room. James looked at her, hoping that she would show him mercy and stop the men from doing what he believed they were planning to do. Constance shook her head as she glared at James. "You've been a bad girl, Alyssa, and bad girls have to be punished." James shook as he watched Constance walk around him in a circle. "Yes, you've been very bad, and you need to be taught a lesson about not fighting what you are." James shook his head and Constance smiled at his muffled screams of protest. Constance took hold of the riding crop resting on a ledge in the room and struck James's reddened rear. James screamed into his ball gag before he lost his footing and screamed again. He struggled to get to his feet as the pain in his arms grew more intense as he dangled off the floor. Constance smiled at his efforts and struck him once more. James again lost his balance on his heels and felt the same stinging feeling in his arms until he reestablished his footing once more. Constance smiled at his sobbing face and ordered the men to release James. James arms were released from his binds and he collapsed to the floor in tears. Constance stared down at James's simpering and said, "Consider that a warning. Next time, we won't be so lenient." James nodded and sighed into his ball gag before the men carried him back to quarters. After the orderlies removed the ball gag from his mouth and left him alone with the sissies, the sissies came over to James to explain how the clinic operated. Tina handed him his babydoll and said, "You have to put this on or they'll be quite upset." Not wanting to be punished any further that day, James wasted no time getting undressed and putting on the babydoll. When he finished, Tina asked James to take a seat. James tried, but the rawness of his ass made him jump off of his bed. The girls put their heads down as James rubbed his pained rear. Tina and Kristy looked at each other before Kristy said, "Alyssa, you need to know how things work here." James nodded before Kristy continued, "You have to act girly or they'll never let you out of here." "No, I'm going to..." "Everyone's tried that way. You're not going to show them you're a man. They don't believe you are one. You have to stop thinking of yourself as one or you'll be here for the rest of your life." James stomach sank as he heard Kristy's sobering words. Jessie then interjected, "The more girly you act, the quicker you get promoted around here. You can graduate to the next level pretty quickly as long as you don't put up a fight." "I can't," James said as he shook his head. "You don't have a choice. If you don't do it, they'll punish you." James nodded before he replied, "I could guess that." "You haven't seen anything yet," Tina replied as the sissies buried their chins into their chests. "What?" James asked. "We can't go into it," Tina replied as she motioned her head towards the microphone and camera located over their heads. "You just have to trust us. The quicker you accept that you're a sissy, the easier this will all be," Jessie said as the lights went out. James stared around at the sissies that scurried to their beds as the room was lit only by the Barbie nightlight in the room. "What's going on?" James asked. James was shushed by the girls before Melissa whispered to him, "It's bed time; no talking is permitted." James nodded as he climbed under the covers. The sheets felt very smooth on his skin and he loved the sensations they caused in him even as h