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I was working on a very reluctant, wife beating, piece of male crap, when
Mother came into the Transformation Room at Mistress Melissa's. She
didn't say a word, but a smile crossed her magnificent lips.
The restrained cretin had just had the last of the perming solution
lovingly applied to the bottom most perm rod, which was wound ever so
tightly at the nape of his/her neck.
I grabbed the unpleasant being's nose and yanked his rollered head to
look me in the eye. Then I pushed his head back so that he was looking
upward toward the monstrous stainless steel salon dryer which I was about
to lower over his terrified permed head.
"How does it feel, Sissy, to realize that you will never be a man again.
Think of the hundreds of times you will be permed during the rest of your
miserable life. But don't worry, Honey. After the first few times you
will be such a confirmed Sissy, you will be begging your Mistress to be
permed and painted and corseted. But it is kind of frightening now, isn't
it, Honey? GOOD! Be frightened, be very frightened! Your Mistress may not
be as nice to her Sissy as I am to you now.
Now while you are under the dryer, baking your sissy curls onto your
sissy head, you will have the honor of watching "Sissy Desires 101" on
the 32 inch TV I am placing right in front of your dryer. The sound will
come through the dryer into your soon to be pierced Sissy ears."
The helmet of the dryer was lowered over the permed head. The bastard's
eyes were huge with fear and humiliation. I turned the heat on High and
pressed the ON button on the monitor.
A 3-D picture of carmine red, precisely painted female lips appeared,
tantalizingly, on the screen. At the same time I heard the narrative
coming from the speakers in the wife beater's dryer helmet.
"Sissies always wear Lipstick. You will wear Lipstick. You will wear Red
Lipstick, Pink Lipstick, Orange Lipstick, whatever Lipstick your Mistress
tells you to wear 24 hours a day. You love Lipstick!"
The picture on the screen slowly faded and rearranged itself into a 3-D
picture of a Woman's Pump, 4 inch heel, a black and white Spectator
style.
"Sissies always wear Pumps. Whatever height and style their Mistress
prescribes. Sissies are in Pumps 24 hours a day. You will become quite
skilled at walking, working, sleeping in the heels a Sissy like you has
to wear. You love to wear Heels!"
Once again the picture slowly morphed into a new terror for our reluctant
Sissy. A 3-D picture of a Tampon appeared, looking four times life-size
with a cute string hanging like the tail of a kite.
"Sissies always wear Tampons. You will wear Tampons. After your Mistress
teaches you how to apply a Tampon, you will be able to insert your own
Tampons, four times a day, for the remainder of your worthless life. You
love your Tampon!
The permed freak's eyes bulged out at the TV screen as the heat of the
dryer baked femininity into his sorry head. The pictures continued,
Corsets, Ball Gowns, Bras, Eye Shadows, Nail Polishes, Bouffants,
Girdles, SunDresses, all things feminine, paraded and marched into the
cringing, for now, sick mind of this wife beater.
Now that the creep was locked into his dryer, with the Sissy show playing
in front of his eyes, I turned to Mother and saw her beaming at me. I saw
happiness and eagerness in her lovely eyes.
"Jim, tomorrow!"
"What about tomorrow, Mother?"
"The time is here. Tomorrow you enter the Hospital for your Surgery! I
can't tell you how pleased I am at the progress you have made and the
dedication you have displayed to my instructions and the terms of The
Will.
I have decided that now is the time to bring your PTP (Pre-Transformation
Period) to an end. You have been immersed in femininity for five plus
months now, while maintaining your masculine demeanor, as was demanded by
The Will. You know more about being a woman, with out being seen as one,
than any man in history. Now, if you wish to continue the terms of The
Will, you will undergo surgery and proceed into the WOT ( Week of
Transformation) and then on to your SOFB (Stage of Feminine Being).
I think I should refresh both of our minds as to what The Will says is to
happen to you.
Here is the wording, direct from The Will:"
______________________________________________
(The Will, sections pertaining to Surgery, WOT, and SOFB)
"You will, at your Mother's discretion as to time, four weeks from the
end of PTP, undergo surgically implanted breast implants. Unless the
Doctor says otherwise for medical reasons, you are to receive "D" sized
implants. The four weeks it takes your breasts to recover from
Augmentation Surgery will take you up to the "Week of Transformation".
The "Week of Transformation" (WOT), will be exactly that.
From the first day of WOT, your name will be changed to Wendy Angelina
Lamb.
You will undergo intense measurements and fittings for female clothing
and controlling foundation garments. Thankfully your surgery will have
healed by then.
You will have Intense Salon treatments and individual makeup and hair
sessions. Thankfully you will have your beauty school training to
understand what is happening to you.
You will to assigned weekly appointments at the Nail Salon and at the
Hair Dressers. You will go every week without fail.
You will begin Intense shopping for your initial female wardrobe. You are
being transformed into a 25 year old female. Can you guess the amount of
clothes and lingerie and shoes and makeup, a 25year old, wealthy, female
must have? That is what you will accumulate in the WOT.
You will have your own dress maker and corsetier.
You will be inspected by your Mother as to your fitness to proceed on
your Journey. Everything you have undergone in the last six to nine
months leads to this inspection.
If you have complied with mine, and your Mother's instructions, these
last months, you will be allowed to go on into the "Stage of Feminine
Being" (SOFB). This stage will last for 15 to 18 months depending on the
length of PTP. At the end of SOFB there will be further decisions to be
made, but that does not need to be discussed at this time.
The SOFB starts.
You will now be living only as a young woman at all times
You will be in heels (3 in. or higher) at all times, except for
showering, bathing, tennis, etc.
You will wear appropriate hosiery at all times, especially pantyhose if
Mother decides it is the best look for your ensemble.
You will be precisely made up at all times. Complete make up! Women take
their time to be beautiful.
You will never be without lipstick, precisely applied, even during sleep.
You will never wear pants of any sort, unless your Mother allows it for a
special occasion. Dresses, skirts and blouses, gowns will be everyday
attire.
You will have your ears pierced. But no other piercings. That is not Lady
like!
You will wear earrings at all times. Mother can help you select from all
the family jewels.
You will be properly corseted or in appropriate panty girdles or open
bottom girdles at all times.
You will wear bras suitable for your "D" sized breasts at all times, even
during sleep. Your breasts must never be allowed to be without support.
You will purchase at least one new bra and one other piece of lingerie
every week during SOFB.
You will purchase at least one new fashionable ensemble each week during
SOFB. Please have enough cocktail dresses on hand for any occasion.
You will be required to work at our Company Headquarters, in a job deemed
suitable for a woman of your talents. Mother will make sure you are
working with only young women who have been properly introduced to
Society.
You will make female friends there and actively join in all female
conversation and activities.
You will be required to have weekly Salon and Spa appointments. Over the
course of SOFB you will have at least three hair color changes and at
least three perms. Your stylist, in consolation with your Mother will
decide each week's "DO". If you are a good girl, Mother may let you voice
your opinion. Hair "sets" are the optimum ritual for a girl like you.
You will be required to have a new color on your nails, toes and fingers,
each week, unless there is a question of matching your nails and lips to
a certain frock. Your lessons as a manicurist will allow you to change
your polish for a particular evening's gown and then back to what the
Salon had picked for you.
You will be required to have your hair set in rollers each night, either
my yourself or by your Mother, and will be required to sleep in the
rollers to achieve the best holding set in the morning.
You will be required to have a monthly Gynecological Doctor's exam,
including a monthly Mammogram and whatever gynecological exams the Doctor
deems necessary for a young woman of your age and sexual awakening.
You will be given medication which will cause you to have the symptoms of
your monthly period; cramping, bloating, nausea, headaches, once every 28
days.
You will, during your period, of course, use the necessary tampons, pads,
as provided by your Mother according to the strength of your monthly
flow. Mother will offer instruction in application, etc.
You will be introduced to a regimen of enemas and douches to assure your
feminine cleanliness at all times.
You will be required to have at least one Lesbian relationship during
SOFB. Your partner may be told that you are a Pre-Op Transexual.
You will be required to have at least three relationships with Males
during SOFB. The males can be told that you are a Pre-Op Transexual.
These male relationships MUST include oral and anal sexual activities as
is normal between males and females. There must be ANAL PENETRATION
involved in these relationships.
You will be required to utilize your lessons and skills from your
Dominatrix and Beauty School training. You are to select three
unwillingly male subjects, who you will sissify by forced feminization
techniques. You will be successful when your subjects provide oral sex to
a male partner and have been anally penetrated by a male. For each male
you successfully sissify, you will receive three million dollars.
You will receive an additional Ten Million dollars if you become engaged
to a male during SOFB. You do not have to go through with the marriage if
you do not want to, but to receive the Ten Million dollars you must have
received a ring.
You will receive, during the last three months of SOFB, drugs which make
your body think you are in the first three months of pregnancy. You will
have all the symptoms, nausea, cravings, foot swellings, etc. Your
breasts will begin to produce massive amounts of breast milk. Their size
will increase and you will have to wear nursing bras.
You will select, a male or female, to suckle at your breasts to drink the
milk your are producing. The milk will accumulate every five days. You
can wear your regular bras until your cups overflow making a larger size
nursing bra mandatory."
(End of Will Sections pertaining to Surgery, WOT, SOFB)
___________________________________________________
I read my copy of this section of The Will, as if I hadn't already
memorized its contents months ago. At that time I had agreed to its
provisions and all that it entailed for me. Now I had arrived at the next
Major Step for me, as stated in The Will. I had done all that had been
asked of me by Mother and by The Will. Though I had remained steadfastly
Male in all outward appearances, my psyche had been molded, as The Will
intended, to be Female in all desires and cravings. Now my silly male
body was to be transformed into a flower of womanhood. According to the
terms of The Will, while my rapidly shrinking maleness would continue to
be present, I would be molded into the shape and look of a lovely young
woman at the height of her blooming sexuality. That body would be my life
for at least the next 18 months. My maleness would stay, just to make me
totally aware that I was not a full woman. But my new body would allow me
to taste the fruits of my impregnated female psyche. I could put away the
accoutrements of manliness and come to taste and enjoy all that being an
almost complete Female would entail. At last I could look like and feel
and savor the woman I have been in training to be.
I finished my reading and organized my jumbled thoughts and looked my
Mother in the eye, son to mother.
"Mother, I am ready for the surgery, the WOT, and the SOFB! Even this
monster of a man, restrained under the dryer has something I desperately
want and need. He is forcefully being made into a Sissy, allowed to wear
the clothes, albeit unworthily, of Womanhood. I do not need to be forced.
I reject all maleness I currently show and am willing, eager, to become
the woman you have trained me to be. I don't know wether I will be able
to sleep tonight. At last I have come to this point. Take me to the
Hospital, I am ready."
"Oh, Jim, my son, this is one of the happiest days of my life. And I am
sure your Grandmother couldn't be more pleased. As executor of The Will
and designated chief trainer in your path to Femininity, I have the
option of making some changes in the terms of The Will if I feel they are
necessary to faithfully fulfill the goals of The Will. Therefore in
addition to the Breast Implant Surgery, (and the Doctors assure me that a
"D" cup implant will be quite possible), I have decided that while you
are on the surgical table, it would be the opportune time to also pierce
your ears, plump up and redefine your lips to as girlish shape as
possible, structure your cheek bones for heightened womanly effect, and
to install soft hip and buttock padding which will accentuate your female
curves in direct proportion to the size of your new breasts. Your nipples
will be given increased sensitivity, allowing your bra to be a source of
constant constricting pleasure, and your Areola size will be increased to
3 to 3 1/2 inches in diameter, and darkened in color to be easily seen
through sheer blouses.
Now show me what is to be done to this pathetic creature after his perm.
Maybe I should take Mistress Melissa's training also. It looks like so
much fun. Can I help you, my son, put the silly beast into his corset?"
Mother and I had so much fun playing with the stupid male. Before we
filed the cretin away in his cage, Mother really got into the intricacies
of placing anal plugs of increasing sizes into the Sissy vagina of this
unwilling subject. I was pretty much in a daze during that time, so I let
Mother play with the bawling Sissy as much as she wanted.
With satisfied smile on her ruby lips, Mother placed her arm around me,
her son, and led me home to spend the night before my surgery in deep
thought and uncontrollable anticipation. Sleep was not easy to come, but
when it did, my dreams were of the one and only time I coated my lips
with Mother's lipstick after reading The Will. I awoke with a smile on my
face.
The next morning, I awoke, did my morning toilette (shaving was no longer
necessary thanks to a rigorous course of electrolysis), and dressed in a
white Brooks Brother's button down shirt and dark grey, sharply creased,
flannel trousers. I pulled my, by now luxuriously long hair into a high
ponytail, which I fastened with a pale pink scrunchie (maybe I was
getting ahead of myself but I didn't care and I didn't think Mother would
care either.) For probably the last time in 18 months, I put on male
socks and slipped into dark grey penny loafers.
When I came into the kitchen, Mother looked at me searchingly. She came
over and stood behind me and fluffed out the natural curl in my pony
tail.
"Such a lovely looking, or should I say "handsome", man you are, Jim. I
am so proud of you!"
"Thank you, Mother! And I am proud to be your son. And I think I will be
even prouder to be your daughter.
Do you think I can ever be as beautiful as your are, Mother?"
"I have no doubt! Now hop into the car and let's go see that nice doctor
and all those lovely nurses. Doctor Miller is really quite young and
attractive. I bet all the girls swoon over him. Maybe we can invite him
to dinner in a few months. Quite a feather in a Mother's cap to find a
doctor as a mate for her daughter!"
I blushed and hopped into the car. The car which will take me to my new
female body.
All was in readiness at the hospital. Mother and I were greeted warmly by
all the staff. The nurses were so kind to me. As I was shown to my room,
a lovely little nurse with the cutest blonde pageboy hair style pointed
out the bathroom and told me to put on the gown hanging on the hook
behind the door. I entered the restroom and slowly took off my male
clothing. Did I have some thoughts as I disrupted, maybe to never put on
such clothing again? Yes, I did. Who wouldn't in these circumstances?
Five months ago I was a 100% all American male, with thoughts only of
Baseball Pools and SI Swimsuit Issues. So much has changed since the
reading of The Will. Now, I push my male clothes into the corner and
reach for the delicate pink hospital gown, with just a ghostly hint of
roses outlined in the fabric.
When I come out of the bathroom, Mother and the Nurse are standing by the
side of my bed.
The Nurse motions for me to hop into the bed.
"Please Miss Jim, lay quietly while I get your BP and Pulse and draw some
blood. The Doctors are scrubbing up and the Anesthesiologist will be here
shortly to start you on journey. The surgery will take several hours and
you will be out for most of the day and night. Do not be alarmed when you
wake up to find that your face will be very heavily wrapped in surgical
bandages as will your chest and hips and buttock. Those bandages will be
in place for about two week to allow healing to occur. Doctor will check
your progress from time to time over the period. You should have only
slight pain at the areas of the incisions but, happily, goodie drugs will
we liberally used for your comfort. So look on this time in the hospital
as a rest period before the hard work of being Female is thrust upon you.
The other nurses and myself have seen this procedure done many times
before and we love to see the final results. There is always a lively bet
going on whether this new person will be prettier than the last young man
who came to see the light of Womanhood. I am betting on you."
The Anesthesiologist came into the room and asked me some questions,
never once leering at this guy in the pink gown with the ghostly roses on
it. After the questions, he motioned for Mother to come close and she
gave me a kiss on my forehead and whispered "I love you, Jim". A needle
appeared in the doctor's hand and swiftly my eyes closed, with the last
thing I saw being Mother's precisely shaped and painted lips. I dreamed
deeply.
They tell me I awoke briefly 13 hours later. A fog was all around me. But
through that fog I was able to catch a glance of Mother at my side. Then
back to sleep for a long time.
The next two and a half weeks passed in a drug induced haze. I was aware
of a little pain, especially in my cheeks, both face cheeks and butt
cheeks. But over all the drugs did their job and I did mine. My job was
to lay there, and in a slightly off kilter way, wonder what will be there
when the bandages finally come off. Under the wrappings, a heavy weight
seemed to constantly press on my chest and my lips didn't feel quite
right.
Mother was always there for me. And Mistress Melissa also came to visit
quite often. I think, besides visiting with me, she was also scoping out
the facilities as a possible continuation of her transformation
techniques.
As yet she had not gotten into surgically installed boobs as a forced
feminization option. Seeing the position I was in, I am sure some
miscreant male would find himself forced to be the proud owner of "DD"
tits and buns which would do a Kardashian proud.
I did lay there for a long time, a time which allowed me to think. The
past five months had instilled into me a longing for all things feminine.
It was quite a struggle to be of Women but not be a Woman. Each step I
took into the feminine world came to be a frustration for me. Because by
the terms of The Will I could not experience the true feel of that act or
accoutrement of Femaleness. I had to see what could be and know that I
could not be at that time. My maleness was not a hinderance. It dropped
away, as a snake sheds it's skin, with no great regrets. Because I could
see what was so infinitely better. I could see with my new insight, the
power of the Female of the species, and the inherent weakness of the
male.
Now I was almost there. The bandages still confined my girlish newness.
But they would soon be gone.
Then it happened. Mother came into the room with a big smile on her
beautiful face. The Doctor trailed along behind. The nurses poked their
giddy girly heads around the door opening.
"Jim, well done. You are the fastest heal we have ever had here at the
Clinic. It has only been two and a half weeks since your surgery and I
feel that you have healed spectacularly in all ways. So now It is time
that we get these wrappings off of you and let you see all that you have
become. Now lay very still and I will take the bandages off your face.
Then we will do your derriere and hips. And then for the crowning glory,
we will unveil your new bosom. Nurse, come give me a hand."
Gentle fingers found the clasps holding the wrappings over my face.
Softly the bindings fell away and the Doctor probed ever so gently around
my lips and face. The nurses "oohed and ached" as the heightened contour
of my cheekbones and the curve of my lips came into view. My fingers
hesitantly rose to feel the unfamiliar protuberances which were now my
own high cheekbones. Cheeks begging for blush and powder.
My fingers slowly fell to my lips. Lips now full and plump with a soft
feel as I compressed them together which sent chills up my spine. Mother
placed her finger tips on my lips and looked about to faint. I took her
fingers into mine and held tight. I stared at her freshly painted crimson
lips. I sobbed and regained my composure.
My face tingled in the newness of the air upon the divinity of the
Doctor's art. But Doctor was in a hurry to see his work. Two nurses
gently placed my feet in the stirrups at the end of the hospital bed and
slowly raised my lower body up and off the bedding so Doctor could
release the bindings holding my hips and buttocks immobile. The
strangeness of my feet being held in stirrups was quickly passed over as
the bindings slid off the Doctor's handiwork. Curves enhanced that part
of my body where there had been none before. A fullness thrust out my
hips in a provocative manner and the roundness and fullness of my newly
feminized ass begged the nurses and Mother to run their fingers over the
subtle sexuality that was now in place below my belt. My feet were
lowered in the stirrups and my butt came to rest back on the bed. The
sensation of floating came to me as my new contours shifted to find
purchase on the sheets. A thrill went thru me when I realized womanly
buns softened my seat and hugged my bed.
Doctor turned his attention to the new pierced ears which I now had. The
stainless steel studs which he put in almost three weeks ago were taken
out by the Doctor and my Mother came forward to install gold posts with
half carat diamonds for each ear. The nurses sighed at the sight of
blazing crystal light blinking at my ears. I loved the feeling of weight
which suddenly tugged on my ear lobes. Mother kissed each ear and I
kissed her in thank you.
Now the bed was automatically raised to put me in a completely upright
position. The satin sheets fell down from my shoulders and the bindings
encasing my chest were front and center for all to see. Since I had
awoken almost three weeks ago from the surgery, only the doctor had seen
beneath those wrappings to check for infection and for healing. Each time
he would rebind my chest with less and less bindings. Now only a single
strong layer of cloth held from view the crowning masterpiece of this
wonderful Doctor's craft.
As instructed by The Will, the Doctor had given me "D" Cup implants. He
had measured and measured and was assured that my frame and psyche could
handle such jugs. As Mother had requested, as was her right as executor
of The Will, the Doctor had gone somewhat further than he would have
usually done with such a sizable breast implant, and crafted my areolae
to be much larger in circumference than is usual and he had done his
magic to instill as much sensitivity into my nipples as was possible. Now
his creation could be revealed.
The last bandage was slowly unwound and the air hit my breasts for the
first time in three weeks. Electricity shot through my body as the weight
of these orbs, taken over by gravity, caused me to shudder. The nipples,
surrounded by the massive areolae, sprang to attention with, seemingly a
will of their own. The Doctor's warm hands went to my breasts and for the
first time I felt a man caress and knead my mammary tissue. He inspected
each breast and pronounced them perfect. Then Mother came to me, reached
out and placed a warm feminine hand under each breast and lifted them to
her lips and kissed them. The map of her lipstick encircled each of my
nipples and I almost swooned.
The nurses were applauding and cooing and then all went totally silent.
Mother had produced from her purse a package and unwrapped it for all to
see. There glistening in the lights of the hospital room, she was holding
a pure white long line bra with exquisite hand embroidered lace cups.
"Doctor told me that something special would be needed as soon as the
bindings were released from your chest, Jim darling. He said that you
would immediately need strong support and control due to the size of your
new breasts. Such large and womanly breasts can not go without firm
control and your extra sensitive nipples have to be confined in soft,
sensuous silk as soon as possible. Now, Jim, Doctor says you are strong
enough now to stand. So stand and let me, as is a Mother's right, hook
you into your first bra. My son's first bra.
"Please stand up, Jim.
"I guessed at your band size and I knew you would be a "D" cup, so this
should work until we get you to your corsetier for proper fittings of all
your lingerie.
"Now hold your arms out and let me slip the straps up on your shoulders.
Now I will go around behind you and let you bend over a little from the
waist and allow your boobs to fall into the waiting cups. You will learn
how to do this maneuver like a pro in the next few days. Now that your
breasts are securely nestled in your cups, stand back up and I will hook
the ten hook and eyes on this longline bra and adjust the straps.
"The last hook! This beautiful longline bra is encasing and controlling
my son's magnificent breasts!"
I had been holding and holding my breath for what seemed like an
eternity. As I finally let my breath out, the bra grabbed me and held me.
The cups molded around my new quivering mounds of female flesh, the
nipples surged to find a way out but had to stay in place. A place which
gave them ample opportunity to be excited and soothed, excited and
soothed, excited and soothed. The straps sent the message that weight,
large weight was now hanging from, protruding, captured on my chest. The
feel was amazing! I was wearing a bra to hold up and support and to
display my breasts!
Mother and the Doctor and the nurses all gathered around, welcoming me to
a new sorority, a sorority I had gained entrance to with the click of the
last hook and eye securing my girlhood.
Mother raised a hand to stop the babble of excitement around us.
"Thank you all for the wonderful things you have done to create, out of
useless male clay, my stunning new daughter. Tomorrow will be the start
of the WOT (Week of Transformation) for Jim and then she will start on
her 18 month SOFB (State of Feminine Being). The rules for the WOT and
the SOFB are very stringent. Starting tomorrow morning, Jim will never
touch the ground for 18 months without being in high heels, he will never
be without his lipstick and his bra. He will not wear slacks for 18
months. His beauty regimen will start in the morning with visits to the
Beauty Salon and the Nail Salon. Very shortly he will start experiencing
his first of 18 periods and will be schooled, by me, in Feminine Hygiene
to control his menstrual flow. So much will happen to Jim in these next
fews days and in these next 18 months, so much that is good for him and
so much that is scary for him.
"Now let Jim slip into a decent nightgown for his last night in the
hospital and as Jim. Tomorrow Jim, my son, will be gone and Wendy
Angelina Lamb, my daughter, will start her journey to the heavenly state
of Womanhood."
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