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Chapter Two
Missy was enjoying getting dressed today and she got ready for the big
interview with Auntie's friend Beatrice. Beatrice was a part owner of
Belle du Jour Lingerie Company and was the company Auntie Veronique did
most of her design work for. She stood in front of the same full
length mirror in her bedroom that she had stood before that first night
at Auntie's place some 6 years earlier. Her sandy blonde hair was
perfectly coiffed in a retro style. She considered wearing pantyhose
since she it was a job interview but she rarely wore anything but
stockings and this was a lingerie company after all. Instead, she wore
a black bra which covered her naturally grown size 32B breasts, black
garter belt and panty ensemble she had actually designed herself. Her
nylons were French flat knit black RHT nylons and they were attached to
six garters on her garter belt. The garters were designed with pretty
pink bows on the ends but the bows were made with a material that lay
flat and didn't show through her dress. She ran her hands all over her
smooth and toned body and admired how feminine and pretty she looked
standing in her nylons and lingerie. She still had a penis - she
considered it her clit - but it no longer became erect when she dressed
and thus easy to tuck away. Auntie had stopped locking it away after
her 18th birthday - with the understanding that if she "regressed" it
would be locked away again. Her transformation from Marcus to Missy
had rewired and remapped her brain over the years from a combination of
Auntie's "behavior modification techniques" and Dr. Stark' unique and
bizarre treatments. She rarely got erections any longer - at least not
just from dressing up. But that didn't mean it was no longer an erotic
experience. Missy slipped on her 5 inch black Loubatin Privee pumps
that Auntie bought as a "graduation present" of sorts. Auntie had also
bought her a pale pink suit with a length just about the knee and a
white silk blouse with "pussy bows". Tastful hoop earings and a strand
of pearls completed the outfit. Quite simply, this was by anyone's
judgment, a stunning young woman. There wasn't a hint of Marcus left.
Dr. Sparks had done some incredible work here.
While nervous about venturing out into the workforce as a woman, Missy
was fairly confident in herself. She was fully passable and if you
didn't know her secret you would have no idea she was genetically male.
Once Auntie had started taking Missy out into the world, Missy began to
understand what it was like to be a pretty girl. Particularly since she
was always impeccably dressed in heels, nylons, skirts and pretty
blouses and smartly accessorized, men were always drooling over her.
She knew the affect she had on men and that she was desirable even
though she was genetically a male. Like the old Virginia Slims ads, she
had come a long way baby!
Missy knew she owed it all to Auntie. And Dr. Sparks too of course.
She now had a home and Veronique seemed very interested in her well
being and was mostly benign. But that it isn't to say that Auntie was
just an altruistic charitable old spinster who dedicated her life to
rescuing poor wayward youths. No, at some point Missy had realized that
she was manipulative, kinky, twisted, ambitious and, for all intents and
purposes, Missy had become her property. Not that she was treated as a
slave. She wasn't. She was more or less treated wonderfully. How many
slaves have a beautiful home and a wardrobe to die for? But the reality
is that Auntie understood that once she transformed Marcus into Missy
and kept her in nylons and high heels every day, that she was, for all
intents and purposes are personal property and she was free to do with
her as she wished. Where else could Missy ever go? She had no family
outside of Auntie and now didn't even exist. She was a cipher. In a
way she was both free hired help - as a mannequin and maid as well as a
pawn in Auntie's kinky lifestyle games. But also a cherished and loved
companion. Its why Missy still had a "boi clit" and hasn't had it
removed for a vagina. Missy loved her clit - as much as she thought of
herself as a girl now, she was happy with how she was. Besides, Missy
knew that Auntie liked control and as long as Missy still had boi parts,
Auntie could control her. And Missy did love being controlled. She
spent an enormous time in bondage mostly because that was Auntie's thing
- but she loved it too. Bondage was a part of daily life. But
ultimately, she wanted to be her own person and Missy felt this job was
a first step toward finally having freedom. Being able to become an
actual lingerie designer herself was a dream come true. And while
Auntie was very controlling of her personal life, particularly with
respect to men, how could she prevent Missy from dating who she wanted
once she was out of the house and on her own? And Missy might have been
conditioned to think like a girl and act like a girl but wearing nylons
and heels was still a very powerful and sensual stimulus for her. She
learned how to control herself but she knew there was a sexual animal
inside her dying to be unleashed. Of course, its not that there hadn't
been any sex until now - Missy had been servicing Dr. Sparks' cock since
their first meeting. Missy has basically been Dr. Sparks' sexual
plaything as well as science experiment. She understood perhaps
intuitively that she was just a barter in the relationship. A quid pro
quo. She wasn't in control. She existed to service Dr. Spark' cock in
return for hormones and feminization treatments.
Missy remembered that first night at Auntie's house. She had laid in
bed that night awake wondering what she had gotten herself into. On the
one hand, the opportunity to become Missy was in many ways a complete
dream come true. But there she was lying in a fluffy pink four poster
bed with her hands bound in a contraption of sorts and a gag in her
mouth. It occurred to Missy that Auntie might just be a bit crazy and
she might just be a pawn in a kinky game at the hands of a perverted
maniac. Originally she presupposed that Auntie was just a kind
benefactor but clearly she had sought Missy out as a means to an end.
What that end was still wasn't entirely clear to Missy. Companionship
and cheap labor? Amusement?
The rest of that first day had been fairly uneventful up until that
point. Auntie explained the rules of the house. As it was only the two
of them, Missy was going to be responsible for daily chores. Each day
Auntie would give Missy a list of chores to do around the house. Then
she would have her "lessons" from late morning to midday. After which
time Missy would be her design apprentice. Auntie did her makeup, her
eye lashes and painted her toe nails. She explained that she would grow
her nails out pretty but for now she applied press on nails with a
sophisticated French finish. Auntie showed Missy the design studio.
The design studio was very pretty filled with manequins wearing various
types of undergarments, mostly garter belts, corsets, bras and girdles.
There was also an interesting platform next to her design desk which had
a full length mirror. But what made it intriguing was the long post on
the back of it with metal rings running up the sides and overhead a bar
with similar metal rings in it. Missy was going to ask about it but
Auntie interrupted her before a fully formed question could leave her
now lipsticked mouth.
"Missy, tomorrow morning I made an appointment with you for a doctor I
know who will help you with your transition. But first, we have to rid
you of any of your male traits." Auntie led Missy to the bathroom where
a bubble bath awaited her. She was instructed to completely submerge
herself in the bubbles and remain that way for 30 minutes. Missy lay in
the tub surrounded by the soothing bubbles. Auntie had surrounded the
large bath with candles and it was very soothing and relaxing. After
she got out of the bath, Auntie came in with a large fluffy towel.
"Missy, the bubble bath you took contained a depilatory solution that
will not only make your skin smoother and silkier but ensure that you
will rid your body of all body hair" she explained. Once we start with
your hormone treatment you will not need to do this often, but this will
ensure you have a silky smooth feminine body." Missy loved how her body
felt fully smooth. She had little body hair to begin with but whatever
was there was now completely gone.
Auntie laid out on the large four poster bed Missy's bed time attire - a
pink peignoir with matching pink stockings and pink panties. The
stockings had pretty bows on the welts. Also Missy noticed a pink
corset with 6 garters and a pair of pink high heels with what looked
like a very high heel - at least 4 inches. Maybe higher. "Yes Missy,
you will start your corset training immediately. This is necessary to
achieve a feminine figure. I developed a sleep corset that will allow
you to breathe comfortably while wearing a corset and developing a
shapely body." Auntie laced Missy tightly into the corset and helped
her attach the stockings to the garters. Missy could barely breath as
Auntie helped her into the peignoir and Missy stepped into the high
heels which were higher than any she had wore to date. How was she
going to sleep in this thing? Stockings and high heels to bed? Missy
had to admit though that it was turning her on. She was trying not to
become erect though as she already had realized that it would have
consequences. She hadn't had the chance to wear stockings that often
before - but the feeling of the nylon on her smooth legs sent a shiver
up her spine. And looking down and seeing her nylon encased legs
culminating in pretty high heels with bows on them was so sexy and
overpowering. Particularly for a hormonal 14 year old trying to process
what had only been a fantasy in the dark recesses of his mind for so
long. Or was it her mind?
Still, Missy was confused. "Auntie, if we are going to bed I don't
understand why I need to wear high heels."
"Missy, you need to start thinking and feeling like a girl every minute
of the day and even when you sleep. It's part of your training and
transformation. A proper girl always wears high heels and pretty
lingerie. I am going to train you to think and feel like a girl 24
hours a day. " Missy tottered on her heels over to the makeup table
mirror to brush her hair out the way Auntie taught her earlier in the
day and in the mirror behind her she saw Auntie standing behind her.
She turned around and saw Auntie holding in her right hand what looked
like her crumpled up cum stained panties from earlier in the day and in
her left hand a pair of pink cuffs attached to some kind of leather
apparatus.
"Missy, as I told you before, you are now a girl. So making a mess of
your panties is not an option. Open your mouth now" she said in the
stern voice that so disconcerted Missy earlier in the day. Missy was
shocked and surprised that Auntie had found the panties but obeyed. How
did Auntie seem to know every move and anticipate every thought she
had.. She started to protest but Auntie shoved the now slightly crusty
and wadded up panties into her mouth. "Missy you will keep these in
your mouth while we finish getting you ready for bed. Now put your
hands behind your back like a good girl." Missy obeyed and Auntie
strapped the pink leather cuffs around her wrists and attached small
locks to the cuffs. Then seemed to attach them together with another
lock. The cuffs were attached to a collar which was fastened around her
neck. Neither the collar or cuffs were tight - in fact they were very
comfortable, but Missy was now effectively bound. There was no escape
and the cuffs were attached to a short chain on a belt that had
something sticking out of it. Missy had no idea what that was for but
she had an idea she was about to find out. In addition, her panties
tasted like cum - Missy recognized this taste although it was her own
and not Billy's. But it made her miss Billy's cock in her mouth. Her
clit again betrayed her and was rock hard and throbbing. She missed
sucking Billy's cock. Missy wondered if she would ever be able to suck
cock again. Being bound in stockings, a tight corset and very high
heels made her hornier than ever.
"My my Missy, it seems the bondage and lingerie is making you very very
horny. But that is exactly what we need to correct isn't it? I will
not have a horny teenage boy in this house. You are going to be a girl
and that means thinking like a girl rather than wanking like a
crossdressed adolescent!"
Auntie put on some rubber gloves and applied a fair amount of a clear
liquid to the object protruding from the belt. Auntie attached a leash
to a ring on the collar and attached it to another ring on the post of
her four poster bed thus forcing Missy to bend over. Auntie inserted
first a lubricated rubber gloved finger into Missy's rectum and then a
second finger and worked them slowly in and out until Missy relaxed.
Missy at first was uncomfortable but found herself starting to enjoy the
sensation. She had actually fantasized about Billy fucking her with his
cock but never dared to suggest it to Billy. Bound and gagged, Missy
could now feel the rubber object being inserted into her rectum. "Just
relax Missy you will soon get used to this - if you are going to be a
girl you need to know what it feels like to be penetrated like a girl."
It was painful at first, but Auntie mercifcully didn't start her
training with a massive plug. Eventually it was a feeling Missy would
learn to crave. But for now it was a bit uncomfortable and unfamiliar.
After inserting the plug Auntie strapped the belt around her body and
ran it around her front where her "clit" had softened a bit - mostly
because of the discomfort of the butt plug insertion - Missy hadn't yet
learned to love having things inserted into her "pussy" and this allowed
Auntie to squeeze her semi-erect thing into the built in sleeve inside
the belt. Auntie then locked the belt with a lock and showed Missy the
key. Auntie removed the leash and took the panties out of Missys mouth.
Missy's mouth was dry from the panties being stuffed in her mouth.
Auntie was ready with some water for her and put a glass to her lips.
"Auntie, I am, sssorry I promise not to do that again" Missy stammered.
Pleading with Auntie. "How am I going to sleep like this?"
"Now Missy, you know very well if I leave you alone left to your own
urges you will be wanking all night long. And then ill have to punish
you severely. Consider this the beginning of your training. With your
hands bound you will not be able to touch yourself. And over time, the
urges will prove more frustrating than pleasurable. Of course the plug
in your bottom will start being more pleasurable and you will start
thinking of your girly pussy as the place where you will get pleasure,
not your useless little male thingy." Auntie produced another item that
looked similar to the belt but she started fastening them around her
ankles and felt like around her shoes. They were leather straps that
bound her shoes onto her feet!!! Auntie then attached them together
with some kind of locking device and now her ankles were bound as well.
Had it not been for the fact that Missy was incredibly turned on being
bound while dressed as she was, she would probably have the good sense
to be terrified. And yet, she never really considered that she might be
in any danger. In fact, it felt oddly comforting to her.
Nonetheless, Missy wondered why her hands needed to be bound if she was
in a chastity device. With her clitty locked away, she wouldn't be able
to play with herself anyway. This seemed unfair to her but she was too
excited to complain. The chain attached to the cuffs allowed her a bit
of movement with her hands but it was impossible to touch either her
mouth and not quite far enough to touch the front of her belt where her
clitty was locked away. Not that it would have mattered as Auntie click
clacked on her stilettos out of the room and left Missy bound and
leashed to the bed.
Auntie returned a short time later - Missy wasn't sure how long. To her
recollection it was a half hour or so but the reality is that it
probably was much sooner. Missy had lost all track of time though and
everything was so surreal. The smell of perfume, the feeling of the
stockings and seeing her long legs ending in high heels with pretty
little garters holding up her stockings was overpowering. She remembers
wanting to push the plug in her "pussy" in deeper and fantasizing that
it was Billy's cock. She almost didn't hear Auntie return as she
slipped the blindfold over her eyes and pushed a big soft ball of
something in her mouth and strapped it behind her head again. It wasn't
uncomfortable but She removed the leash and helped her into bed, first
taking off the comforter and helping Missy into her satin sheets. She
reattached the leash to the bed and attached another chain to the chain
connecting her heels together. And that is how Missy learned to sleep.
She remembers eventually drifting off into a deep slumber after it
became a bit boring to be aroused.
"Goodnight my sweet little thing. I have no doubt you will learn to be
a very good and beautiful young girl. Just remember that Auntie is
doing this for you. Tomorrow we go see Dr. Sparks to begin your
treatments. We will talk more about it in the morning. Sweet dreams."
The next few weeks and months were a blur for Missy. She was started on
a hormone therapy treatment that eventually made her urges decline a bit
although not completely. Missy's first trip to see Dr. Spark, was
memorable as well. She remembers waking up in the morning. She lied
there for a while blindfolded with no idea what time it was. Eventually
she heard Auntie's high heels click clacking down the hallway on the
wooden floors. "Good morning Missy!" she greeted me cheerfully while
she still lay bound and gagged. "Lets get you dressed." Auntie
proceeded to unlock the various locks, first removing her blindfold and
the gag. Her jaw was a bit achy but the gag while mouth filling was
soft. More than anything Missy needed some water and Auntie was there
with a fresh cold glass for her. "Missy, we need to discuss Dr. Spark.
She is going to be in charge of your transformation. She is a dear
friend and very trusted. It is very important for you to do everything
that Dr. Sparks wants." Missy was still a bit na?ve, so she didn't
fully appreciate what Auntie was saying, but Missy certainly was looking
forward to meeting Dr. Sparks and given that it was morning, her
hormones were raging again with her little thing straining inside the
chastity contraption.
After being unbound and unplugged, Auntie had Missy dress in a very
pretty mid thigh red skirt with a red peplum top and white peter pan
collar. She did her makeup and hair for her very pretty. Seemed Auntie
was trying very hard to make Missy look pretty to see Dr. Spark. She
gave Missy white knee socks that she pulled up over her knee and folded
perfectly to just below. A pair of red tee strap 4 inch pumps completed
the look. She was the perfect young schoolgirl.
She remembers seeing Dr. Sparks for the first time. Certainly she
hadn't been expecting a gorgeous redhead female to walk through the
door! She had on a labcoat and had a stethoscope, but there was nothing
else about Dr. Sparks that you would consider to be what a "typical
doctor" looks like. Long red hair, huge breasts that her labcoat and
low cut blouse underneath could barely contain. And in her 5 inch high
heels, she towered over Missy. She remembers Dr. Sparks instructing her
to strip down to her underwear, telling her to leave on her socks and
heels. She remembers the full body examination. The usual things a
doctor does - checking blood pressure, etc. She remembers her being
told to call her Wilhemina. She remembered the various injections and
her heart racing a bit every time Dr. Sparks' gorgeous red hair brushed
against her naked exposed skin. She also recalled her surprise to see
the diploma's on the wall which said "William Sparks" and after a moment
of confusion realizing that Dr. Sparks was also a transsexual. She
remembered Dr. Sparks inserting several objects and her fingers and
hand inside her "pussy" and becoming aroused with her clit straining
inside its cage. She recalled sitting in Dr. Sparks office after the
examination with Dr. Sparks explaining to her what fate had befallen
her. What she didn't remember was at what point she brushed against Dr.
Sparks crotch and felt her hard cock and got down on her knees under her
desk.
Missy twirled her hair and stared at herself in the mirror remembering
how she felt on fire after taking Dr. Sparks' transsexual cock in her
mouth. The feel of Wilhemina's nylons and soft skin and huge cock
filling her mouth. Obviously Dr. Sparks was an expert in male to female
transformation and by the looks of it, she was her own greatest
creation. Clearly though, this was not a transsexual who was interested
in losing her cock. Quite the contrary, this was an aggressive top who
took pleasure in her self and in turning young boys into beautiful
women. She rembered the first explosion Dr. Sparks' hot cum in her
mouth. The wonderful feeling of pleasing her. Missy might not have
realized it at the time, but eventually understood that she was being
turned into a shemale fucktoy although she was na?ve enough to think -
at the time at least - that she had some kind of special status in this
kinky group of people. That Auntie was probably benign and kind.
Like everything in life, if things seemed too good to be true they
probably were. In this case, Missy was still only beginning to
understand how true those thoughts were.
Before Missy had sucked Dr. Sparks' cock in her office, she was
introduced by Dr. Spark to a very unusual device that she had invented
as part of her transformation therapy. Missy remembers seeing it for the
first time and being a bit unnverved. Part medieval torture device and
part medical equipment it was apparently designed to satisfy both Dr.
Sparks' pervy urges and to achieve medical results. It was a high
backed chair with a hole in the bottom where she was to sit. The chair
had iron cuffs where her legs would fit and iron cuffs around the wrists
and arms of the chair. While still wearing her knee socks and tee strap
heels, but nothing else, Dr. Sparks had led her to the chair and
motioned for her to sit. She positioned Missy on the seat over the
ominous looking hole and attached the plastic cock cage to an o-ring on
the front of a chair with a short chain and pulled it tight, effective
making it impossible to move. She pulled her knees together and
fastened the iron cuffs around her ankles and just below the knees. Dr.
Sparks explained that it was an innovative technique she developed to
use a type of acupuncture therapy to reprogram the neurons in her body.
The therapy would help move the blood flow from her penis to her anus
and thus heightening the pleasure in her new "pussy". Her pussy would
become highly sensitive and orgasmic while the increased blood flow
would tighten her "pussy" and make her give great pleasure to men. "It
required precision" she explained which is why the patient needed to be
restrained. After her arms were restrained her head was placed in a
helmet with the eyes covered by her nose open and freely breathing. In
her mouth was placed was strapped a phallus. Dr. Sparks explained that
the therapy will also condition her mouth to to be highly senstitive and
heighten the sensations of oral activity as well. Once effectively
gagged with the device and bound, Dr. Sparks pushed a few buttons and
she felt her rear being lubricated with a wet liquid and then another
phallus like device being inserted into her. Mmmmph. She yelped into
her gag device. As the needle pricks began all over her body, she felt
the phallus in her rear moving in and out slowly. She lost all track of
time as her holes were filled and her body responded to the treatment.
After every treatment, she ended up on her knees in Dr. Sparks' office.
Her very own special sissy cock slut.
While innapropriate due to her age, Missy was totally off the grid and
of course couldn't (and wouldn't) report any kind of misbehavior. Why
would she? Missy was having way too much fun. What she didn't know
what that she was the "quid pro quo" and the barter in the arrangement
with the gorgeous transexxual doctor. Dr. Sparks was a genius at
turning boys into gorgeous girls. And in return, Dr. Sparks got to use
Missy as her sex puppet. Sure Missy had, without knowing how Auntie was
compensating Dr. Sparks, figured there was some kind of deal in the
works but she thought that was just because Dr. Sparks cared for her.
And maybe she did, but what Missy didn't know (and still could have no
way of knowing) was what else was in it for Dr. Sparks.
Missy of course was oblivious to the motivations of those around her.
She only thought of the freedom she believed her new job was going to
bring. Little did she know that this was just the beginning of her life
in bondage and servitude. Missy didn't understand how valuable a
gorgeous young transsexual was in this underground universe she now
occupied. She had no family. No friends. No contacts outside of
Auntie and Dr. Sparks and the circle of kinky friends who came over
Auntie's house to play. She had been reprogrammed to orgasm from having
cocks inserted into her "pussy" and crave the taste of cum. She craved
being restrained and was now the perfect submissive sissy slut. And
apparently too na?ve still to realize she was the perfect pawn in their
hands.
Still, Missy stood in front of the mirror dreaming of her freedom.
Instead, she was taking the bait and walking in her Loubatins right into
a life of submissive sexual servitude.
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