Missys First Job Chapter Two
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Missy couldn't believe that today was the day she was finally venturing
back out into the world. She was 20 years old and had spent most of the
past six years with her Auntie as her design apprentice. Auntie worked
as a freelance lingerie designer mostly for a company called Belle du
Jour Lingerie. And today Missy was going to interview for a full time
position at Belle du Jour arranged by Auntie.
Missy's journey up until this point was hardly conventional. Her real
name was Marcus Rowland. Marcus never knew his biological father - he
was the product of his mother's one night stand. Even she wasnt sure who
the father was as a one night stand was wasn't an uncommon occurrence in
her life while using birth control apparently was. His mother was a drug
addict and a drunk and he was taken away from her to social services at a
young age never to see her again. He learned a few years later that she
had died from a drug overdose. Marcus spent years in foster homes and
had some problems with other foster children because he was, well
different. Marcus was always a bit too pretty to be a boy. He had high
cheekbones and a very fair complexion with straight sandy blonde hair
that he wore to his shoulders. He was always very thin with long legs
and slim hips. He also had a secret - underneath his boy exterior he
dreamt of being a girl. While the other boys were playing sports and
learning to be macho and aggressive, Marcus just wanted to play dress up
with the girls. He was picked on by boys and because of the trouble that
followed him, he bounced around to a few different foster homes - until
he was rescued by Auntie Veronique at age 13.
Marcus had been in a foster home since the age of 10 with two other boys
and a girl who was the only biological child of their foster parents.
Her name was Jillian. She was 4 years older than Marcus and was very
pretty. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes and often dressed in short
skirts, knee socks or over-the-knee socks and shiny patent leather mary
jane flats or heels. She had an amazing collection of outfits too.
Marcus was always a bit jealous of her because as the only biological
child (and girl) of her foster parents, while they didn't have a ton of
money, she was somehow able to amass a very large wardrobe. Despite the
feelings that he had carried with him ever since he could remember,
Marcus had never actually had the opportunity to get dressed in girl's
clothing. So one fateful day at age 13, with his hormones starting to
race and the onset of puberty, he had stayed home from school sick and he
went into Jillian's drawers. She had a whole drawer just for panties and
another drawer filled with her knee socks. They were organized by color.
She had another drawer with thigh high stockings and pantyhose. She
wouldn't possibly miss a pair or two would she? Another drawer was just
for bras and then she had another drawer filled with silky nighties and
slips. He even found a few garter belts in there too. Wow!!! Marcus
felt his cock twitching and his heart racing fast. He was literally like
a kid in the worlds greatest candy store. This was his Wonka factory.
The excitement of Jillian's clothes combined with the fear of getting
caught if anyone came home early was intoxicating.
He took a pair of her pink cotton panties with little hearts on them and
shimmied them up his waist. He pulled out a pair of pink cotton knee
socks and tried them on. They were ribbed and came up almost to mid
thigh. He folded the top 4 inches down to just under his knee and did
the same with the other sock. He went into her shoe closet which was
filled up with different pairs of shoes. Many of them the shiny kind
that he loved. Marcus didn't know what a fetish was, but he would
certainly in the coming years learn the effect that shiny shoes had on
his cock. He saw a pair of shiny mary jane type shoes with a 2 inch heel
and tried them on. They were actually slightly big for him but he could
still walk perfectly in them. He saw in the mirror his slim long legs
encased in knee socks, his panty clad waist and high heels. And the
feeling was overwhelming. He couldn't stop running his hands all over
his hairless body. He felt girly and warm and wonderful and had his
first orgasm and it was explosive. Marcus felt a bit shameful after
cumming but he wanted more.
Figuring that Jillian couldn't possibly miss a few items, he kept the
panties (and one other pair) and the knee socks and wore them every
chance he could. He also took a pair of black opaque thigh hi's. He
dreamed of being able to dress like her - plaid skirts, knee socks and
shiny shoes. He loves the way the panties caressed his body and he felt
- girly. The soft knee socks and panties made him all warm all over and
he found his cock harden whenever he thought about it. Unfortunately one
day, Billy, his 15 year old foster brother and roommate caught him
wearing the panties and knee socks. Billie was supposed to be out at
lacrosse practice but came home early while Marcus was getting dressed.
Marcus had decided to wear his girly items under his clothes that day and
the timing was bad. Billy saw Marcus wearing Jillian's black thigh highs
with the panties with hearts on it and just went to town
Billy was a few years older and a tough kid. He wasn't a juvenile
delinquent as he had found sports and was doing quite well. But he
wasn't the type to protect Marcus from bullies either and was a bit of a
bully himself. He wasn't going to let this slide.
"Well lookie what we have here! Marcus is a total fag!! I knew you were
a girly fag!" he taunted. "I am so going to tell Jillian and she is
going to have you thrown out of here!!" Marcus pleaded with him not to
tell her and their foster parents. "well what are you going to do for me
Marcus?" Billie asked as he tweaked my nipple with his hands. Maybe I
should put some lipstick on you and make you be my girlfriend!! Hahaha."
Marcus laughed nervously and pleaded again.
"Ill tell you what my little fag roommate" as he took off his belt. "You
are now my bitch do you understand? You will do what I say and will do
whatever I want. Do you understand?" He took his belt and pulled my
arms behind my back and cinched his belt tight around my arms. My arms
were now bound behind my back and I was standing in front of him wearing
only Jillian's cotton heart panties and black thigh highs. Marcus
usually liked to turn the socks down to just under his knees but hadn't
had a chance to do it. So he was just standing there with the socks
pulled up almost to mid thigh. And to make matters worse, his teen cock
was getting hard. He was bound and totally humiliated, scared and yet
was getting excited. Marcus thought "wtf"?
Billie took an instant camera out of his dresser and snapped off a bunch
of photos with Marcus bound and dressed in Jillian's knee socks and
panties. "Billy, don't take pictures" Marcus had pleaded. "I told you I
would do anything you wanted."
"I know you will, and this is my insurance policy." Billy laughed and
then released Marcus from his bonds. "Remember my little bitch, anything
I say."
As Marcus was 13 and rapidly developing and Billy was 15, he had often
heard Billy masturbating in the middle of the night. He was obviously
interested in girls and seemed obsessed with girls and their breasts.
Marcus was interested in girls too but when he got excited and
masturbated he was mostly turned on by his fantasies of dressing like
them - particularly in knee socks and shiny shoes. A few weeks had
passed since Billy found Marcus dressed up in knee socks and panties and
nothing horrible had happened. Billy had teased him a bit here and there
and had made Marcus do some chores - Marcus had to make the beds in the
morning and clean up the room. And Billy had actually procured a few
extra pairs of knee socks and panties - presumably from Jillian's
collection. He told Marcus that he was required to go to sleep in them
every night. So Marcus was now sleeping at night in knee socks pulled up
over his knees and soft cotton panties. His cock was so hard but he was
scared to relieve himself in the middle of the night for fear of being
caught by Billy.
But Billy had no problem masturbating in the night. Their beds were
across the room from each other and Marcus could hear his breath pick up
and then a groan when he came. In the morning when he had to make the
beds he always found his crumpled up cum stained tissues. Marcus had
started to think about Billy's cock. As roomates, he had seen it quite
often. He tried not to look at because he thought Billy would beat him
up. Marcus was ashamed of these feelings. He didn't think he was gay -
at least not in the way he thought gay was - but he wanted to feel like a
girl and being around Billy made him feel so wonderfully girly. The
thought of having his arms bound by a man while standing in socks, shiny
mary janes and panties and being forced to clean the room and do chores
for him was disconcertedly exciting for him. And he started fantasizing
about Billy binding his arms behind him again and pinching his nipples.
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One night soon thereafter, Marcus was asleep wearing panties and knee
socks. Marcus had been a light sleeper those days as he was often awake
playing with himself and uncomfortably dying to cum. Marcus slightly
awoke when he heard Billy get out of his bed and was startled when Billy
came over to his bed again with the belt in his hand. "Wake up you sissy
fag" He instructed Marcus to sit up and he proceeded to bind his arms
again behind his back with his belt. It was the middle of the night and
Marcus was using a kind of loud whisper voice. Marcus had been playing
with himself and was already very turned on. Billy sprang his cock out
of his shorts and it was surprisingly big for a 15 year old.
"I could see you looking at me you little girly fag. No sense in having
a girly fag for a roommate if she isn't going to suck my cock." He
pushed his cock into Marcus' face and with a stern whisper instructed
Marcus to suck it as he pulled his head toward his cock. Marcus
protested vehemently but Billy told him he would develop the pictures and
not only show Jillian but the whole foster house and everyone at school.
Marcus had no choice and opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around
Billy's cock which hardened in his mouth. Despite his token vocal
protest, Marcus was incredibly turned on. And it was as though in that
moment, his entire being made sense - he understood in that moment that
he was born to be a sissy and to suck the cocks of other boys. Marcus'
nipples were on fire. His whole body was on fire. With his hands bound
he couldn't do much but take the cock in his mouth. Billy pulled his
head onto his cock and fucked his face. Within minutes, Marcus felt
Billy tense up and unleash a torrent of hot cum in his mouth. Marcus
gagged on it and spit most of it out but was mindful of how hard his own
little cock was. He was disgusted and yet never was so excited in his
life. He wanted more.
Every night after that for a few weeks, Billy would have Marcus dress up
for him. Billy added a bra, mini-skirt and shiny black mary janes from
Jillian's closet. Jillian was 17 now and had quite a collection of shoes
and socks for a girl from a foster home. She spent almost all her money
on clothes and had some nice high heels too.
Marcus enjoyed the attention even though it was humiliating and Billy
seemed to enjoy it too. Every night Billie would wake up Marcus would
dress in a little outfit with knee socks and now patent leather mary
janes with the 2 inch heel and suck Billy's cock. Marcus learned to
swallow every drop and within a few weeks was an expert. During the day
Billie didn't say much to me although he would sometimes call me bitchboy
and sissy. I wanted to clean the room in the morning in full outfit but
didn't dare. I wanted to be wearing my heels, skirt and knee socks for
Billy all the time. But life was good for the first time Marcus could
ever remember.
That is, until the day that Jillian found Marcus' little collection of
clothes. Billie and Marcus were generally responsible to clean their own
room and wash their own clothes. Marcus had to wash his panties and knee
socks and was generally good about mixing it in with his regular clothes.
He also was doing Billie's laundry these days. But Marcus had lost track
of time a bit and was late getting to the washing machine. Jillian had
brought a load of clothes down to wash and was taking my clothes out and
putting them in the dryer. Marcus walked down into the laundry room and
there was Jillian with a hand on her hip and her wet panties and socks in
her hand.
"Marcus, why are my panties and socks mixed in with YOUR clothes? Have
you been wearing my clothes? I knew you were a sissy fag. I cannot
believe you are in my things, I am so telling my mom and we are going to
kick you the hell out of here." She stormed upstairs and Marcus followed
her pleading not to tell anyone. Billie was home too and must have heard
the commotion that followed.
Suddenly, Billy panicked and totally sold me out. He said that he knew I
was dressing up and didn't want to say anything but that he doesn't want
to share a room with a sissy fag any longer. Jillian told people at
school and to make matters worse, Billy developed the pictures and showed
Jillian.
Marcus was taunted, bullied and teased at school. Of course Billy didn't
say anything about our middle of the night escapades but that was it.
Billy never spoke another word to me and I was left to deal with my own
humiliation. Luckily, this was before Facebook and Twitter or else these
pictures would probably have been all over the internet. My foster
parents told me they were going to find another foster home to place me
in. Marcus couldn't bear the thought of another foster home. All the
good feelings were gone. Replaced by shame, humiliation, depression and
all the familiar old bad feelings of having no place to belong. No
family. No love. He had thought about killing himself, running away.
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After a few nights in social services, Marcus was told by his counselor
told me there was a potential foster parent who wanted to meet him. She
told Marcus that it was a woman who lived across town and if it worked
out he wouldn't have to move out of town - which to Marcus was perhaps
not a good thing at this point given the humiliation that had just
befallen him. Marcus was surprised when he met Veronique - she was
gorgeous. A bit on the older side - probably late 50s, but perfectly
coiffed blonde hair. A bit dated perhaps, maybe what you would call a
"retro" look. But what was striking was the way she dressed - she was in
a black pencil skirt, a shiny silk blouse that accentually her ample
breasts (which Marcus couldn't help notice) and stylish high heels - a
bit higher than he typically noticed woman wear - Marcus noticed these
things about women all the time and her heels were probably 5 inches or
so and very slender. Marcus was instantly smitten.
Veronique took Marcus out for lunch at a nice place. It was the kind of
place mostly women came for lunch. "So Marcus, tell me what happened at
the last home." Marcus hesitated and started to talk about how he had
some problems with the other kids there and so forth. "Marcus, let me
stop you. I know what happened. Its in your file at the agency. They
have to disclose these things to potential foster parents. Let me be
clear. I am okay that you want to dress as a girl. I have no problem
with it. In fact, I am only interested in you because I think I can help
you." Marcus asked "help me how? I mean everyone in school must know
what happened."
"Well ...Marcus, what if you didn't have to go to that school any longer?
I could home school you and you could help me out with my work. We could
change your name too and after awhile, you will grow up and look
different, with a different name and nobody will recognize you after a
while." "I will be your Aunt. And you will call me Auntie from now on."
Marcus was elated. He never felt any kind of love or sense of belonging
before. Now, he would get to live with a foster parent who was not only
very attractive (in a mommy kind of way) and lived alone - so no other
foster kids. And wouldn't have to endure the humiliation of going back
to his school? "oh my goodness Auntie, I love that idea." Marcus was
beaming and he felt his heart almost burst from happiness. "That's
great Marcus, we are going to have lots of fun together, lets go see your
new house!"
Auntie took Marcus back to the house. It wasn't a huge house but it was
what you would call a Victorian - immaculate, filled with antiques and
very tastful. There were lots of doors and rooms. Auntie showed Marcus
the parlor which had a fireplace and great for entertaining guests. She
had a sewing room where she made her patterns and designs. Then Auntie
showed Marcus his new bedroom where he put down his suitcase. Marcus was
surprised. It was all pink with Laura Ashley wallpaper and a big four
poster fluffy bed with Laura Ashley pink bed coverings and ruffles. There
was a huge floor mirror next to what looked like a closet. It was a
girls room. Auntie asked Marcus "do you love it?"
Marcus was a bit shocked and stammered "well yes, but its quite a bit
girly for a boy don't you think?." "Well Marcus" Auntie began, that's
because you are beginning your new life as my niece Melissa." Marcus was
shocked but a wave of excitement washed over him. "you mean" he
stammered "that I am going to be a girl"?
"Yes Marcus, or should I say Melissa." "You cant be Marcus anymore, we
discussed that. And you love being a girl. So this is the perfect
solution!!. We have lots of work to do too. Lets take a look at your new
wardrobe!" the floor in the room was wood and Auntie's heels click
clacked across the floor to the bureau. "Come Melissa. Or perhaps I can
call you Missy for short?." Marcus blushed. He wasn't protesting but
felt increcidbly shamed. Deep down he knew this was almost like a
fantasy - a dream come true. But still, he was a boy and the shame of
this elegant woman treating him like a little girl made him blush with
embarrassment. And yet, he felt his cock harden. "Its okay Missy come
look at your new underclothes." She opened the bureau and showed him the
drawers overlowing with panties, knee socks, stockings, pantyhose, bras,
slips, peignoirs. Even some girdles and garter belts. Wow. And it was
all his now! "Missy, you no longer have to sneak around. These are
yours. You will wear them every day. Let me show you the closet." She
opened the closet and it was a big walk-in closet. The shelves were
filled with all kinds of shoes "Missy, I didn't know your exact shoe size
but I estimated. In any event we will go shopping in a few weeks after
your transformation is complete but in the meantime these should do."
Also, there were rows of startched white blouses with rounded collars,
sweaters, skirts - most pleated and in different colors. Satin blouses
in all different colors. Wow.
"Missy you are going to be homeschooled here for the next year. You will
live as my niece and everyone from your school will think you moved away.
They don't know Missy. When you are done with your transformation in a
year or so, you perhaps will go back to school as a girl and with a new
identity. How does that sound to you?" Marcus' head was swimming. So
he was going to actually live as a girl now? Whatever his feelings of
fear and shame, his excitement was undeniable and his little cock was now
rock hard. The combination of this news and Auntie's tight satin skirt,
satin blouse, stockings and high heels had him very excited. And the
happiest he had ever been in his life.
Auntie laid out for Missy his first outfit - pink panties and a pink bra,
a pink plaid pleated skirt, white starched blouse, white knee socks and a
pair of black mary janes with a 2" block heel. Marcus had this warm and
tingling feeling washing all over. Him. He even started to think of
himself as Missy. The headspace was just overwhelmingly intoxicating.
"Missy, get dressed and join me downstairs for lunch and we discuss
everything else you need to know." Missy waited for Auntie to click
clack out of the room on her high heels and took off his clothes. As he
shimmied the satin pink panties up his smooth thin legs, his cock was
rock hard. He was too excited and couldn't help but masturbating and
came in about 30 seconds.. What to do? There weren't any tissues near
the bed! He took off the panties and picked another pair of lace pink
panties out of the dresser. He wiped his mess off the floor with the
panties and put the soiled panties on the bed. Missy wasn't sure why, but
instinctively he thought that Auntie would be upset with him, so he put
the panties underneath the mattress for now.
The clothes fit Missy very well. He twirled in the mirror and admired
how his legs looked in the short skirt and knee high socks. He was very
naturally girly and feminine. He loved the way the bra and panties felt
against his smooth skin and the
While they had lunch, Auntie explained that she lived alone because her
former life partner, a woman named Anne, had passed away a few years
earlier and Auntie was lonely. She picked me because she could tell he
was gentle and misunderstood and wanted to take Marcus away from the
violence and difficult life he faced. Marcus was deeply grateful to
Auntie and loved her deeply for saving his life as a 13 year old boy.
Auntie also explained that she and Anne had always talked about adopting
a baby girl and raising her together. She had always longed for a child.
And Missy was filling a very lonely place in her life. She was very
happy and excited about this arrangement as well.
Then Auntie suddently became a bit more stern as she explained to Marcus
that if he is going to become Missy and be a girl, then he has to be
fully committed. "Do you understand this Missy?" Marcus said "of course
Auntie, I um, of course understand." "What I mean Missy, is that I
brought you into this house because I know deep down you want to be a
girl and I am not interested in raising a boy. If you are going to do
this with me, you need to do everything I say and must start to think and
act like the pretty young girl you are to become. Is this clear?."
Marcus noticed the slight change in the tone of Auntie's voice. Whereas
before she was sugar and spice, she was now stern and serious. It was
strange but it made him a bit more excited even. He didn't understand or
articulate to himself why but her strict demeanor started getting him
excited again. "Missy, you will dress as a girl, you will act like a
girl and you will need to start thinking like a girl. And that means
that your little penis is no longer of any use to you. At least
sexually. There will be no more wanking in this house, do you
understand?" Missy was wondering if or how she knew about what happened
upstairs. "You will be trained to love pleasure the way a girl loves
pleasure. I will help you with this. But if you wank again, you will be
punished do you understand me? And punished severely" Missy was
astonished. Dressing as a girl always made her so horny how would she
control herself?
"Come Missy, lets go do your makeup and see the rest of the house."
Auntie sat Marcus down at a table and it was the last time that he ever
saw Marcus. Auntie shaped her eyebrows, added blush, lipstick,
eyeliner, mascara. Styled her long hair a bit with a curling iron. She
was a girl now. And a beautiful one. Her face was stunning. Missy knew
she wanted to please her Auntie. She felt complete for the first time.
She was a girl now - or at least felt like one.
"This is a great start Missy, you make a very pretty young girl." Just
wait until we fully transform you! The boys wont be able to take their
eyes - or hands off of you!." Missy was a bit nervous about this last
remark, but the truth is that his experience with Billy made him want
more. He was beyond excited. A bit nervous about Auntie's stern warning
though as the thoughts of Billy and his cock made Missy's own little cock
- or clit as he would come to call it twitch. But, Missy was finally
home.
To be continued
Chapter Two
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