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FANTASTIC FEMINIZED FANTASY by Throne
Snotty, bratty, rude Jimmy was dropped off at his Aunt Jane's palatial
home by his Cousin Betty, who had always found him to be unruly, crude,
and snide. As he got out of her sleek sports car he wanted to know, "But
why didn't Aunt Jane want me to pack a bag? I don't understand. Won't I
need my rough denim jeans, masculine flannel shirts, and rugged yet
stylish running shoes? It makes no sense, if I'm going to be here all
Summer." "Oh, you'll be here at least that long," Betty answered with a
sly smile, as if sharing a private joke with someone who wasn't there,
perhaps his other cousin, Cousin Shirl. She zoomed off and he proceeded
up the long front walk with a look that was sulky, petulant, and sour.
As he reached the front door he had to stretch upward to grasp the heavy
iron door knocker. Jimmy was short. He was so short that other short
people looked down on him. And he had a baby face. And longish blond
hair. And small hands and feet. You get the picture.
The door was opened by Aunt Jane's longtime butler, Brutella. It had
always struck Jimmy as odd that his Aunt Jane should have a female
butler. And such a tall, broad-shouldered woman. With such a hard face.
And her long dark hair always pulled up into a tight bun that made her
look severe, authoritarian, and strict. At the same time, her uniform
was cut to show off her exaggerated curves, as well as deep cleavage.
Jimmy sneered at her, with his best bad boy sneer, and said, "Get out of
my way, you big horse. My aunt said I have to come up here to find out
about my trust fund, inheritance, and legacy. Brutella nodded curtly and
said, "Yes, Sissy." He glared at her and wanted to know, "What did you
just call me?" "Why, I called you 'Sir', Sir." "Yeah?" he snapped.
"When I get my trust fund, inheritance, and legacy, I'm going to own this
place and then I'll fire you." They both paused, as if to consider this
telling plot point. Then Brutella made a formal bow and responded, "Yes,
Sally." Jimmy almost said something else but thought better of it,
glowered an extra glower at his foe, and strode inside on his short legs,
which were nicely proportioned, and would probably look great in
stockings. Fishnets, even.
******
Jimmy couldn't believe it had been only three short days, and yet such
long ones, since his arrival at Aunt Jane's. Now he stood before the
tall imposing woman, who smiled an ironic smile down at him. Well she
might smile such a smile at the young fellow, who had always been so
disrespectful, ill mannered, and just plain stinky. For now he was
dressed in the most sissyish of sissifying sissy outfits. His blond hair
had been given reddish highlights and styled into a mass of tight curls,
topped with a big bow that looked like a gigantic pink butterfly. I
mean, that alone would have been enough to shame, humiliate, and
embarrass him. But there was more. On his non-smiling face had been
applied generous amounts of cosmetics, including but not limited to,
eyeliner and eyeshade to make his eyes appear larger, bright rouge on his
cheeks, dark red lipstick to remake his mouth into a cupid's bow, the
latter now turned down in a frown. Below his unhappy expression, around
his slender neck, was a floppy buttercup-bright yellow bow. It was
color-coordinated with his little-girl dress, in another shade of yellow,
saffron, which is an orange-yellow, one of the many shades in the yellow
spectrum, all of which are considered appropriate for sissification
purposes by unbending middle-aged women who sissificate young men, like
Jimmy, in part because they are naughty, incorrigible, and not nice, but
also because they are due to gain great wealth from trust funds,
inheritances, legacies, and the occasional deposit that is put into your
bank account but you're not allowed to withdraw it until your 21st
birthday.
More about the dress, because you can never give too many details about
these things. It had short puffy puffs at his narrow, slightly
downsloped shoulders. In the middle it was belted with a wide sash. The
top was embroidered with many merry patterns, including but not limited
to clouds, unicorns, and rainbows. The bottom half, below that sash, was
deeply pleated and hemmed with lace. Under it were several layers of
crinolines, which made the skirt area stand up and out, adding to the
feminine appearance of Jimmy's girlish look. What else? Well, there
were fingerless gloves of fine lace that reached all the way up to those
aforementioned puffs at the tops of his unmanly arms. His fingernails
had been painted a cheery shade of pink to match that bow which was
mentioned in the previous paragraph. The one on his head, not the one
around his neck. Jimmy's surprisingly shapely legs were encased in silky
stockings with elastic tops which were surrounded by elastic garters.
Elastic is good. Under the dress, where they couldn't be seen, except
when he was required to lift the skirt portion, Jimmy wore pale blue
panties covered in row after row of ruffles. His Aunt Jane had
considered that their powder blue hue might be too 'butch' for such a
sissily made-over figure, but then she relented, not wanting to get
carried away with her transformation. Jimmy's feet wore candy-apple red
Mary Janes, which pretty much completed his outfit of the day. Although
I should mention that he was powdered and perfumed to the max, which he
hated because he considered himself a tough kind of guy and hated being
made to resemble a pretty doll that modern girls wouldn't even want to
own because nowadays dolls have to be slender and mature and have
careers, even though they're just dolls, go figure.
As Aunt Jane peered down at Jimmy she was flanked by his harsh Aunt Hanna
and his cruel Aunt Hilda who were firm and demanding in their firm
demands. Behind them, representing the devilish younger contingent,
stood Cousin Betty and Cousin Shirl, both of them sporting bright summer
outfits that showed off their lithe and athletic yet attractive and
alluring forms. Behind Aunt Jane and slightly to one side, actually
between but the the rear of Aunt Jane and Aunt Hilda, towered Brutella,
who had become Jimmy's absolute nemesis. Remember that plot point? The
threat of firing? Aren't you glad I pointed it out? In Brutella's
strong hand was gripped the dreaded long narrow paddle which Jimmy feared
and respected and feared. The big implacable woman smiled leeringly at
Jimmy, with his inferior stature and delicate features. He cringed
inwardly because that is what bad boys being made over into good girls do
in these circumstances, especially when there's one of those nasty
paddles involved and it's held by a woman who really knows how to use it.
Brutella smacked the polished wood against the rough palm of her broad
hand and it made a sound like the crack of doom, so to speak, if you
allow for some exaggeration. Aunt Jane grinned wickedly and said, "It's
time for your Punishment Hour, Sissy Jimmy." (All the good girl names
like Jimeesha and Jimeen had been taken by other cruel females with young
bad boys who happened to be named Jimmy. And Jimella seemed too close to
Brutella, which might have been confusing and annoying.) "Or," Aunt Jane
went on, "should I say your Punishment SIX Hours?" To herself she
remarked, "We really have to keep on schedule with these things." As she
stepped forward and her shadow was cast over the cowering sissified male,
and Brutella followed, her own shadow joining that of Aunt Jane in being
cast over Jimmy, who was now called Sissy Jimmy (see above), the two
shadows were cast together, seeming to cast a darkness that could never
be dispelled over the young male in the dress and make-up and shoes and
those big bows (see also above). He gazed up at them with frightened
eyes, his bad boy side submerged in concern and worry and knowing he was
about to get his ass tanned, and said, "M... mercy, Aunt Jane. Aunt
Hanna. Aunt Hilda. Cousin Betty. Cousin Shirl. And especially
Brutella, because you're the one holding that all-to-familiar paddle."
He honestly couldn't believe it had only been three days since his
arrival. Jimmy tried to turn his frown upside down but only succeeded in
making his red-lipsticked lips, formerly so quick to express his bad boy
persona of naughtiness, disobedience, and making unpleasant noises,
twitch.
******
Is six months a long time? It seemed like six years, or 72 months, or
even 2,190 days, give or take a few depending on how many days there were
in each month, though it had only been, well, six months. He was being
forced to parade around in front of his three aunts, two cousins, and the
paddle-wielding butler, who today was wielding a riding crop for variety.
Jimmy was wearing -- it was a supremely sissyish outfit -- take my word
for it. And he was parading, and they were all laughing and making
taunting comments. Many of their biting remarks involved the more
radical changes which had been made to his appearance in the past months.
For now Jimmy, AKA Sissy Jimmy, had a bust that would have made a bikini
model proud, if she was a bikini model who wanted a really huge bust,
like monster melons huge. Otherwise, maybe only a stripper or porn star
would desire such a pair of whoppers. And his lips had been enlarged
into soft pillows, permanently colored cotton-candy pink. The rest of
his make-up was also permanent, though his three aunts, two cousins, and
Brutella didn't hesitate to add even more, depending on which look they
preferred at any given time. There was the cheerleader look, the slutty
slut look and, most popular of all, and we have survey numbers to prove
it, the French Maid look. Jimmy's buttocks had also filled out well, he
was generally curvier, and they had trained him so thoroughly that he was
unable to stop mincing about with his lower arms extended at his sides
and wrists limper than limp, and speaking like shy virgin with a slight
lisp. "Ha, ha," the women laughed, though Brutella's laugh was deeper
and louder than the others'. Their laughter made him blush prettily,
although the added pink on his cheeks was difficult to see through all
the cosmetics, permanent and otherwise.
Aunt Jane said, "Now, Sissy Jimmy, as we now call you, it is time for
something special, something that I do not think you will enjoy."
Sometimes she spoke like that, without contractions. She continued, "I
cannot wait for you to see what we have prepared for you." The others
all nodded in gleeful agreement. Brutella's nod was higher up than the
others because she was so tall. What terrible awfulness were they about
to inflict on him? Would it be additional sissification? Honestly, what
ELSE could they do to their captive? Would it be physical torment, like
maybe making him eat lots of junk food that would ruin his complexion and
make his bust even bustier? He thought about how much of a sissy they
had turned him into, how very far they had taken him from the bad boy he
once was to the good girl he now existed as, and about the baseballs he
would never hit, footballs he would never kick, and that scruffy, lovable
old hound named Rusty, with who he would never romp. Plus, that whole
inheritance, trust fund, and whatever else he had coming to him was all
down the tubes. Jeez. "Yes," Aunt Jane said redundantly, "we have
something quite novel to which to subject you to." She paused to
consider the grammer of her last utterance.
An ominous rumble of thunder sounded. There was a heavy knock at the
front door. And then something completely unexpected happened.
THE END. (OR IS IT?)
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