Dolly Part 4
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WARNING this is part three of a multi-part Story that will include
permanent extreme forced feminization, intense humiliation and forced sex
acts, if you do not like this kind of story do not read. The events
depicted are pure fantasy and have no place in real life.
Thanks so much for the response it blew me away again. People seemed ok
with the short instalment plan so I will go on with that. I hope to have
next part up within two weeks. My Hero Cheryl Lynn very kindly helped
with the editing.
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Ms. Lawrence and Dorothy's plump naked bodies glistened with sweat. The
lesbian lovemaking session was a world away from the improbable
glamorous, so called lesbian porn Daniel would jerk off to before his
dick was caged.
"Now that we've been intimately involved what do I call you?" Dorothy
asked hesitantly in awe of the Nanny.
"Why Ms. Lawrence of course Dorothy," she quipped imperiously. Dorothy
was taken aback and her mouth contorted into a pout most unbecoming on a
middle aged lady.
Ms. Lawrence squeezed her joyously, "I'm just kidding Dottie. You can
call me Aggie. It's short for Agatha." The tension vanished and they
dissolved into giggles before she added more seriously, "but only in
private."
"Tell me all about the shakes we're feeding Dolly Aggie. I can't believe
we got so side-tracked," Dorothy smirked.
"Where the tapes have weakened his mind, the drugs in the shake will
drastically, permanently and most importantly, with the timescale I have,
rapidly weaken his body."
"Wow he's not exactly a beefcake as it stands. How weak are we talking?"
Dorothy posed digging in tighter to Ms. Lawrence's zaftig torso.
"Very rapidly, his muscles will be reduced to the level and strength of
at best a 10 year old girl. I'm far stronger than him now and I wouldn't
be surprised if you were too. However, it makes it so much easier when a
sissy is a feeble little poppet. It won't be hard to see why he's such a
weakling. These shakes will deplete his body to the pencil thin arms and
reedy coltish legs of one of those gawky teen girl models that fashion
tries to foist on us. Additionally, he'll develop budding breasts, his
butt and hips will get much more womanly. Further curves can always be
added in later with extra specialised hormones or implants. I expect that
decision may well come down to his mother in law long after the trial."
"Let's hope my Phyllis isn't as shallow about body image as her fruity
fianc?! Once he has his own curves we can get him into all sorts of
ruffled panties and vintage lingerie as he won't need the gel padded
stuff," Dorothy interjected her mind racing.
"These quick changes in Dolly's body will do no good for his co-
ordination either. At first you can expect him to be quite a klutzy girl.
Everything's so much easier when a sissy is just a total powder-puff.
Putting them in any outfit you want needs no explanation or negotiation.
Just as if you were dressing a spoiled little girl in her first communion
dress. He won't be developing any further male traits. His male puberty
has stopped. Men in his family are very tall but he won't be getting a
growth spurt or the McDonald jaw line. Dolly's genitals certainly won't
grow further."
"Being so vulnerable changes so much how the sissy views the world. They
will cling even closer to female authority figures, his tormentors are
his protectors. The change to being so physically pathetic puts sissies
into so many dilemmas. For example, do they stand up for themselves when
being victimised and risk people discovering how frail they are? Or try
and placate the bullies in humiliating ways? Sissies who've completed the
full course won't dare confront even the prissiest of tween girls because
of the loss of face if they were to lose an altercation. Believe me, men
ten times tougher than Dolly, pretty soon into the course wouldn't say
boo to a goose."
"It sounds like Dolly is no threat to my Phyllis's virtue even if he
didn't have the cage on?"
"No but plenty of boys at school will be a threat to his! Using a puny
little thing like Dolly really transcends sexuality. It's so much more
about power and authority. The shake's blend of hormones and drugs will
keep his emotions on a constant roller coaster ride as well. He's likely
to cry at things like breaking a nail, getting a bad grade in a dance
recital or his reduced pain threshold. So people will likely think that
he's just a spoiled little sissy princess."
"Reduced pain threshold?" Dorothy asked expectantly.
"Yes, the shakes do that. A light spanking you'd give to a naughty
kindergartener will scare Dolly like he's going to go twelve rounds with
Mike Tyson. So the tears and melodrama will just make people think are
Dolly is a self-absorbed attention whore. They also increase the sissy's
suggestibility and intensify feelings of humiliation."
"When you say his genitals won't grow, what implications does this have
for his marriage with my daughter? I want grandchildren but god help them
if they're boys though!"
"You can never be quite sure how a blend of hormones and drugs this
potent will effect a boys' reproductive organs. My personal choice is
always to push for complete impotence and sterility as soon as possible.
However, in view of his impending nuptials, we've pulled way back on
those elements in Dolly's shakes but the shakes won't help his penis size
or virility. Dolly should still be able to just about consummate the
marriage and hopefully, 'father', goodness that doesn't sound quite right
does it?, children. As an insurance policy at his visit to Dr Munn's
tomorrow, they'll take lots of a sperm samples for their freezer so he
can still be the daddy genetically."
"Dolly's bedroom prowess certainly won't be anything to write home about
so Phyllis won't have a husband who's always pestering her for sex. I
must talk to her about different ways to make love like pegging and so
on. Dr. Munn does have supplements that will help a sissy's pixie dick
give a half way decent performance if that becomes an issue for Phyllis.
Those products were mainly designed for ladies who really like to see
their bitches give other girly boys the business!"
Ms. Lawrence slinked back to the McDonald house late that night feeling
elated. She had a new lover and was going to get back at Daniel by
pushing him way further than his sister had intended in irreversible
ways. Between the pincer movement of the tapes and the laced shakes it
was clear Daniel's body, mind, image and future would be ruined.
***
She woke Daniel early the next morning, still in Dorothy's canary yellow
baby doll nightie. She wrapped an extravagantly expensive Christian Dior
robe in powder pink over the top of it. It had many delicate layers and
fell all the way to the floor in flowing waves. The cuffs began at the
elbow in oversized pink dyed fox fur. Daniel couldn't believe he was
having to wear the most laughable pieces of his mother's wardrobe but he
couldn't imagine saying no to Ms. Lawrence. His feet were shod in the
pink sheepskin carpet slippers that he would also wear to school that
day. Once in the kitchen an organza pink apron was placed over the whole
ensemble.
Ms. Lawrence was soon instructing and ordering Daniel about making him
cook a sumptuous breakfast. Her skilled eye detected there was already
the beginnings of a swish to Dolly's walk and his arm movements were
over-elaborate and girly. Despite a few mishaps Dolly had created a
wonderful spread of waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast. He also
brewed aromatic coffee and laboured over squeezed fresh orange juice.
Phyllis and her mother entered from the backdoor not needing to knock.
Seeing what Dolly had done, she said, "You look just lovely Dolly my love
and you're getting the hang of this home maker thing already! You're just
a regular June Cleaver."
Phyllis's compliment seemed sincere but given the content Daniel didn't
know how to take it. Phyllis grabbed Daniel by the lapels of his ruffled
apron and kissed him with more tongue than they'd used in their whole
relationship. His Nanny prompted Daniel to curtsey and then thank Phyllis
in the approved manner.
"Thanks ever so much Phyllis, you're the bestest girlfriend a boy like me
could possibly have. I'm so happy to be serving you and your wonderful
mommy like this every morning. I was so delighted when Nanny Dearest said
I was responsible for doing the housework at your home too. I believe the
best place for a girly boy like me is in the home taking care of the
little things. The thought of getting a job or going to college is far
too intimidating for a ditz like me."
The ladies were thrilled by the first display of full sissy mode Dolly.
Daniel was aware he had to talk like this to survive this ordeal but
inside he was alarmed and taken aback about how easily and fluently the
spiel seemed to come to him.
Kristen came into the room, she didn't normally rise so early but wanted
to observe her brother's new lifestyle. Kristen wore a baggy oversized
boyish hoody that came down almost to her knees and her feet were clad in
Ugg sheepskin slippers. Her clothes contrasted notably with her brother's
and she couldn't help but laugh. She had on last nights faded makeup and
a freshly fucked bedhead hairstyle. A well-muscled man around Kristen's
age soon followed wearing a tight undershirt and a well stuffed pair of
tight boxer briefs. Daniel had never seen him before in his life.
Kristen's promiscuity and myriad of sexual partners was something Daniel
had often mocked his sister for in the past. They had clashed over it on
many occasions. She had jibed back that he was simply frustrated and
jealous as he had bagged precisely one girlfriend in his life and she was
president of the abstinence society. Daniel was no longer in any position
to question anyone's sexual activities or identity.
He curtseyed primly to both and gave Kristen a light hug and pecks to
both cheeks. Before giving the muscular man a tight embrace and a big
kiss. The kiss would have landed on his lips had he not turned his head
at the last second. Daniel had no idea where that impulse had come from
and stood stunned. Similarly shocked looks mixed with knowing laughter
from Dorothy and his Nanny filled the room.
"Sorry about my sissy brother, Tom. He must be overcome by your raw
masculinity" Kristen offered laughingly as she wiped off his face with a
cloth napkin.
Dolly dutifully served everyone, before taking his seat and beginning to
fill his plate. His Nanny slapped his hand away moments before his first
bite. "Dolly shame on you, you know you are on a strict diet," she stated
giving him a giant pink can of Dr. Munn's diet shake and a childish bendy
straw.
"Your brother needs a much more dainty physique for his trial and it will
make it even easier to play dress up in mommy's wardrobe," Ms. Lawrence
explained to his sister.
Daniel was outraged and infuriated when he was informed of his liquid
diet and began crying and stamping his feet having an absolutely pathetic
tantrum. Phyllis was ashamed of her husband to be. Then a secondary
feeling of attraction and a desire to discipline him arose in her. Seeing
his Nanny put Daniel over her lap and spank him with a wooden spoon for
his tantrum, Phyllis felt herself gripped by a feeling that she wished
she was the one reigning blows on Dolly's rump. It was a new feeling for
her as she never had the desire to hurt anyone before.
The breakfast didn't last much longer but the events of it had been eye-
opening and demeaning for Daniel. His Nanny dressed him in his room. The
carpet slippers looked ridiculous with the uniform, making him look like
a ditzy floozy who'd forgot to put outside shoes on. His big fluffy
angora turtle neck sweater was so voluminous his Nanny belted it on his
torso with a wide stretchy Chanel belt of his mother's with the eye
catching CC logo.
"You do have a nice waistline, even before the shakes have done their
bit. It would be a shame to hide it under your clothes completely."
His hands were placed in a big white fur muff with the Chanel logo again
detailed on it in black dyed letters. "Oh yes, so many Chanel accessories
you remind me of your fashion victim mom already."
Big pink dyed fur ear muffs were placed over Daniel's ears and giant
square glasses placed over his face. The style had to be at least 30
years out of date and he had perfect eyesight.
"I had such fun going round thrift shops finding the worst ladies glasses
you could imagine and I've got them all fitted with clear glass lenses.
Heart shaped, cat eyed, horn rimmed, tortoise shell, and oversized 80's
monstrosities like these. You name it you'll get them. Who's going to hit
a sissy with glasses?" Ms. Lawrence savoured how ridiculous Dolly looked
before placing the streetwalker's faux lynx over his shoulders.
"You're going to be doing some charity outreach work in the red-light
district. Buffy will love seeing how good you look in her coat. We'll
bring her a new real fur too. Not one of your mothers of course but we'll
find her something. You sissies are always such expert shoppers I find."
Daniel wasn't surprised that his Porsche had been returned but couldn't
believe he would be riding in the back of a pink people carrier in an
adult sized childish booster seat.
"I take the safety of my little sweeties very seriously. After I go to
school with you for your first week out of the closet, you'll have to
take the school bus with all your little friends."
Tears began to fall down Daniel's cheeks as she buckled him in. No one in
his age group still used the school bus as his Nanny well knew.
Ms. Lawrence locked eyes with Dolly in the rear-view mirror. "Must you
keep crying Dolly dear? You have ruined your makeup and we'll have to
repair your mascara in homeroom now. I wonder what your classmates will
think of that," she chuckled pulling the lame soccer-mom vehicle out of
the driveway towards Jefferson prep school.
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