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The Unbearable Lightness of Lace Dedicated to the genius that is Melissa Daniels Chapter 3 The girls in the class were all reciting the Lily Academy creed from memory: "A sissy does not demand. A sissy does not argue. A sissy does not question. A sissy does not challenge. A sissy does not fight. A sissy does not escape. A sissy does not reason. A sissy does not think. A sissy does not win. A sissy does not cum." Miss Garrison nodded in satisfaction as the girls finished. "Good. Now let's look at the last of those points. Lucy..." she fixed Mark with her authoritative gaze. "Tell us all why it's very important that a sissy does not cum?" "Well Miss," Mark fidgeted in his seat, feeling the hardness of the chastity belt against the surface of the chair. It had been six days now since he had been able to cum. Six days! The frustration just never seemed to go away. "Sissies become lazy and objectionable if they're allowed to cum. They start to think silly boy things and often sulk because they're forced to wear skirts and dresses. They're harder to control and can throw tantrums that disrupt the peace of the school." "Yes. Very good, Lucy. A frustrated and aroused sissy is always going to be far more muddle headed and desperate to please. Which is why we have you all locked away in your snug little belts, don't we?" She tapped the words, 'A sissy does not cum,' on the blackboard. "So here's a little question for you, Lucy. Let's imagine there's a girl in this class who has done very well indeed, so well that she has probably earned herself some sort of relief. Should we simply unlock her belt and give her some time to pleasure herself in private?' "Oh no, Miss! No, you shouldn't do that!" Mark shot his hand up in excitement. He knew the answer to this trick question, and he was sure he was going to be able to impress Miss Garrison now, and possibly earn a coveted 'gold star' that would go towards his end of the week grade. The other girls all frowned because they knew Lucy was trying desperately to get a good set of grades to impress her sponsor. She had been excited over the last 24 hours with the prospect of what she felt was almost certain release from the Lily Academy in 'just a day or two'. No girl liked the idea of another girl being given her freedom, and so Lucy had become very unpopular overnight. How dare she think she was better than them! How dare she manage to persuade her sponsor to let her go when the rest of the girls were stuck here for the entire school term! "Go on then, Lucy. What should we do?" "Well Miss, it's far better if the sissy is simply milked in her belt. You could tie her to a frame and pull her knickers down and use a special milking dildo to massage the prostrate in her ass. She'll wriggle and moan with pleasure and then when she cums she'll squirt all that built up cream down the inside of her legs." "You say 'cums' Lucy? And does a girl actually cum like that?" "Oh no, Miss! Not the way a real man does! The belt still prevents an erection so it's not a satisfying orgasm by any means. The cream just sort of... spills out. It's ever so messy I'm told!" Mark glanced at the chart on the wall where all their sissy names were recorded alongside days of the week. A series of gold and silver stars were stuck to various days in which they had impressed their teacher somehow. "You say a 'real man' Lucy. Are you implying that a sissy is some other sort of man?" "No, no, no, a sissy is just a sissy, Miss. Not a man at all!" Mark could see these trick questions coming thick and fast now, but he wasn't going to lose out on that gold or silver star. "A sissy wouldn't know how to be a man, not after a few weeks at the Lily Academy, Miss. A sissy belongs in skirts and dresses. It would be ever-so cruel to let a sissy be a man again!" "So you're saying the kindest thing would be to keep a sissy in her school uniform indefinitely and not spoil her with silly orgasms, hmm?" "Well, um, yes, I suppose so, Miss..." Of course Mark didn't think anything of the sort, though he knew he wouldn't get very far by taking the opposite view. "But you'd like an orgasm, wouldn't you, Lucy? You can answer honestly. It's okay - we do know." "Yes, Miss. Oh God, I would..." Mark squirmed on his seat, feeling the tightness of his penis trapped inside the belt. "But if I let you have an orgasm, it would spoil you, wouldn't it, Lucy?" "Yes Miss." Mark sobbed. "So the best thing is to leave the belt on after all. Because..." And now Miss Garrison motioned that this was the cue for the whole class to answer. "Because a frustrated sissy is a successful sissy!" said the whole class as one. "Excellent. Yes, a frustrated sissy is a successful sissy. A silver star for you Lucy and you've also earned a 'well done' lollipop!" She handed Mark a pink penis shaped lollipop and noticed how eagerly he took it. Like all the girls here, Mark had at first had to be ordered to suck the first lollipop he had 'earned'. Strangely enough all the girls complained about a funny chemical after taste to begin with, but sure enough by the time they were on their third or fourth lollipop they were hooked on the sweet sugary 'goodness'. Perhaps it was the giggly euphoric feeling it gave them as they sucked and sucked and sucked, strangely coupled with frustrating withdrawal symptoms if they went without another lollipop for more than a day or two. Whatever the case, pretty soon every sissy craved more and more lollipops as rewards and worked hard to earn them. Curiously enough after a few weeks of sucking on the 'treats' some of the girls began to notice slight differences in their appearance - glossy hair, softer skin, fuller, plumper lips, and a worrying redistribution of body fat to the breasts, bum and thighs, but of course this had nothing to do with the hormone rich lollipops themselves. Or so they were told. "Well, goodness, look at the clock. That's the end of school for today, but don't forget your kissing homework in your dormitory tonight before lights out. Remember - it's tongues this week," said Miss Garrison as she watched Mark eagerly remove the crinkly cellophane wrapper and place his fresh lollipop between his pink glossy lips. A happy and contented smile appeared as he savoured the tingly sweetness. "And the subject of your homework essay is: 'What I would do to make a boy notice me.' 400 words each please. Oh, and Lucy - stay behind for a few minutes if you will. I think I have some very good news for you." Miss Garrison smiled kindly at Mark as his eyes lit up. Could this be? Yes, it had to be... Surely this meant Rachel Matthews had handed in all the required forms for his release in double quick time and within an hour or two Mark would be back in trousers and on his way out of the school gates to put this nightmare firmly behind him? --------------------------------- "Sit down, Lucy. It's been a long day of classes but you can relax now," said Miss Garrison kindly as she motioned Mark to one of the small stiff backed and uncomfortable school chairs. The seats were slanted slightly so that a girl would invariably slide forward as she sat, and that motion would make her skirt hemline ride up against her thighs. Within fifteen minutes or so her panties would be showing, and that could result in a reprimand from Miss Garrison, so girls in class had to constantly readjust their sitting position and be mindful of the drape of their kilt skirts. It was one more thing they had to juggle in their fluffy heads if they didn't want to earn a demerit. "Are you enjoying your lollipop?" "Oh yes, Miss." Mark sucked eagerly on the sweet. Truth be told he had been feeling frustrated in not having had one for a day and a half now, but within ten seconds of sucking on his prize all those itchy feelings were soothed away. "I didn't like the first one I had, but now I love them!" "Of course you do... slut," said Miss Garrison as she whispered that last word very quietly to herself. "Panties, Lucy!" She motioned with her cane at the merest hint of pink knickers peeking out from under the short-short kilt skirt. Lucy quickly tugged at her skirt hem in desperation and pulled it back down that merest inch of cover. It was such a thin dividing line between a semblance of modesty and showing off her underwear. "I'm sorry, Miss, I wasn't thinking..." "You weren't thinking? Well that's good to hear," said Miss Garrison with a laugh. "Now then, I have some big news for you. Are you listening?" "Oh yes, Miss!" Mark licked and sucked the lollipop again, feeling a bit giggly as he did so. "It's Miss Matthews, isn't it? My sponsor. She came back with the forms? I knew she would! I knew she would! Oh, it's going to be so good to finish here. I've learnt so much of course, and it's been wonderful," Mark added quickly, not wishing to make it sound like he was resisting 'the programme', "but sadly I can't stay here forever, much as I'd like to." "Forms? Finish here? Really, girl, sometimes I think you could babble for the Sissy Olympics. I really have no idea what you're talking about. Why don't you just sit back, suck your lollipop and let me do the talking, hmm?" "It's not about Miss Matthews?" Mark looked up in surprise. But if not that, then what? "No, Lucy. It's about tomorrow. Now, tomorrow is going to be a big and very special day for you. You probably thought we forgot about this, but I'm here to tell you now that tomorrow morning we've arranged a slot in our surgeon's busy schedule to give you a lovely pair of D cup breast implants! Isn't that wonderful?" Miss Garrison smiled as she patted Mark's bare thigh. "Real breasts of your own! With added jiggle motion! No more humiliating adhesive breast forms - now you can show off your reals breasts with pride, just like the other girls." There was a sudden choking sound from Mark as the enormity of those words suddenly sunk in. "What? No! No, wait, breasts... real ones? An operation... no, wait, my sponsor... Miss Matthews... does she know about this?" "Not at all," said Miss Garrison as she brushed back Mark's blonde fringe. "Why should she?" "I really don't think she'd want this for me! In fact I'm pretty sure she'll be wanting me to leave here very soon now, so real breasts really aren't necessary!" "I think we'll be the judge of what's necessary for our bimbo airheads, don't you Lucy? Where would the Lily Academy be if we allowed our sissies to make all the important decisions? Why, sometimes you have difficulty deciding which lipstick goes with which eyeshadow, so heavens, asking your opinion on a matter like this would be foolish indeed." "But Miss Matthews needs to know - you need to speak to her! She won't want this!" "Oh Lucy, don't you understand anything? You've obviously never read our disclaimer on the first page of every new sissy contract. Here, let me read it out to you: 'While the M&R Corporation accepts input from the Sponsor of each Sissy, the end product will reflect what our training facility believes to be best for 'her' on a case by case basis. The desire of the Sponsor will always be a factor in the formation of the Sissy's personality, appearance and behavioural punishments, but the end process and result may vary based off of the expertise of our highly trained professional instructors. As a Sponsor, you waive all rights and complaints with regards to your Sissy's final state. The M&R Corporation will keep the Sponsor abreast of all changes, challenges and progress during the feminization of your Sissy.' See? We don't need to check with your sponsor about things like breast operations, you silly girl. Anyway, once she sees the finished results she's bound to be impressed. Nearly every sponsor is. There, there." She patted Mark's thigh again. "Finish your lollipop quickly now. After all, you don't want to be late for your kissing homework, do you? Don't forget - it's 'tongues' all this week." Miss Garrison had seen it all before of course. The various emotional stages of a new sissy were by now widely understood and documented in M&R training literature. At first there would be the standard outrage and insistent demands that this was all a mistake and the M&R managers had to release the sissy immediately. After an introductory spanking the sissy soon quietened down except for some emotional weeping. Over the next few days the sissy would make decreasingly strident demands for clemency, sometimes facilitated with meaningless offers of financial reward if only she would be let out of her belt and given her male clothes back. The second stage was always one of tacit co-operation. Realising open resistance was futile, after multiple spankings for unruly behaviour, but still clinging to the amusing belief that this state of affairs couldn't go on indefinitely the sissy would now attempt to 'play the game' for appearances sake. To the trained eye this cooperation was obviously faked but it amused M&R managers to pretend they were falling for it. The third stage was of course communication with the sponsor. Now the begging and pleading began in earnest: the sissy had of course learnt her lesson, was ever so sorry, would be a more understanding and compassionate boyfriend/husband in future. This of course rarely achieved anything, though the sissy would be left with a degree of hope that it was only a matter of time before the sponsor relented. And then came the fourth stage, and all the illusion of acceptance evaporated the moment it came time for the most minor of surgical procedures. The sobs, whimpers, begging and protests upon being told there would now be a breast enhancement operation was the same every time as the sissy now understood that her body was going to be permanently altered. With it came the realisation that she would never look the same again even if she did gain her freedom. And anyway, that was now surely a big 'if' as surgery was surely an indication that this was no game that was about to end any time soon. And yes, Lucy had howled and protested, begged and pleaded that morning when Miss Garrison marched in to collect her from the Class 1C dormitory. While the other girls had dressed and done their makeup, Lucy was refusing to follow suit. She sat on the edge of her bed, still wearing her pretty little silken French knickers and camisole top set, telling all her class mates 'enough was enough', that there was no way she was going to allow anyone to give her real breasts. Miss Garrison shook her head and simply said, "Get dressed, Lucy. It's time." But of course the silly stubborn girl did nothing of the sort. Miss Garrison had of course expected this and so, like many times before, she activated the random zap function on Lucy's belt remote. And oh, such a difference! Within twenty seconds Lucy was on the floor, kissing Miss Garrison's feet, begging for the opportunity to get dressed in her school uniform. She let the zaps continue for another ten seconds or so before switching them off. The girl was up on her feet curtseying, promising to be good and hurrying to fetch a fresh white blouse while the teacher watched. The other schoolgirls giggled, having been through exactly this themselves in the past. Why should Lucy Squeals be any different, they thought to themselves? They had to have breasts - so should she. "Hurry up now, Lucy, you're due in for surgery in half an hour," said Miss Garrison as she relished the sight of Lucy Squeals struggling to get dressed in record time. While Lucy may have been a compliant sissy, she was still pleading and begging and after five minutes or so Miss Garrison grew tired of the protests. The answer was of course a pink penis gag that was summarily inserted into the girl's surprised mouth and buckled tightly behind her head with leather straps. For added security and cooperation, and because Miss Garrison simply felt like adding it, Lucy's hands were handcuffed behind her back and a collar and leash was locked around her neck. Helpless now on her four inch heels, the terrified looking schoolgirl gazed up with startled eyes, sucking hard on the penis gag to maintain enough saliva as it automatically throbbed in her mouth. "If you insist on making this difficult for yourself, then so be it," said Miss Garrison as she gave Lucy five sharp spanks with her cane. Oh, and there were the fresh tears! Lucy looked broken and helpless as she tottered forward in response to first sharp tug of the leash. It made Miss Garrison feel aroused just looking at her. How she loved this part of her job. It was never as much fun if a schoolgirl meekly accepted her fate. Luckily none of them ever did. "I've spoken to the nurse and I have some wonderful news, Lucy. They're going to have time to add a few more procedures while you're in the operating theatre. Plump lip enhancing collagen injections, permanent tattoo eyeliner and ear piercing. Isn't that wonderful?" Again Lucy began to whimper in her gag and struggle in her handcuffs, but again a few sharp whacks of the cane quietened her down to a more acceptable level of sissified weeping. "I know you must be a heady rush of conflicting emotions right now," said Miss Garrison softly, "but in months to come you'll wonder what all the fuss was about as you come to terms with your lovely new breasts. And think how much time you'll save in the mornings with permanent eyeliner tattooed in place! Not to mention how kissable your new pouty collagen lips will be. It will all help you to get noticed by cute boys. And that's what you secretly want." With another strict tug on the leash, Miss Garrison led Lucy Squeals out of the dormitory and on towards the adjoining medical facility at the far side of the compound. ------------------------------------- "Well now, just look at those lovely breasts. Isn't that so much better? And I do believe you can wear a bigger bra now - congratulations Lucy, you're now an 'E' cup. Well done!" Mark stared at himself in the wall length mirror. He was naked except for the chastity belt and a pair of light pink panties. A pink silk wrap hung nearby on a wall hook. The belt gave him a smooth, flat front where the shape of his penis would otherwise be, and he now looked even more convincingly female, thanks to the effects of the surgery that would prove impossible to hide. He cupped his large breast enhancements and felt how sensitive they were to his touch. "You'll feel the nipples are particularly sensitive to sexual stimulation," said Miss Garrison with a smile. "Oh gosh, yes. Just a few strokes of a wet tongue over them and you'll be wriggling with pleasure like the slut you are." "I have real breasts..." Mark wanted to cry. There was no way he could ever hide these now when Miss Matthews came back to sign his release papers (any day now, surely, though really he had expected to hear from her by now. What was taking so long?). "Yes you have, Lucy. Another step closer to being a real girl. Of course you're never going to actually become a real girl, because of your silly little boy parts," she tapped the front of Mark's belt with her crop, "You'll only ever really be a sissy, but other than that, why, everyone will think you're a beautiful looking girl now. And think of all the time you can save when it comes to eyeliner application! That leaves so much more time to daydream about boys." Mark did cry now as he was reminded of the permanent tattoo eyeliner that had been needled onto his eyes. He would always look as if he was wearing freshly applied eyeliner, and there would be no disguising how feminine his eyes looked as a result. His eyebrows had been thinned and shaped and laser treatment meant they would never grow back to their previous masculine shape. His lips too had been enlarged with collagen, giving them an unmistakably feminine shape, and there had also been work done to this bridge of his nose making it smaller and more girlish. His earlobes had been pierced and he now wore sparkly earrings of the type favoured by a fashionable school girl. Even his bottom had been given some plumping injections to make it perkier and fuller. Every time he moved he was aware of how it wiggled. He knew his short kilt skirt would set it off perfectly. All of this would be permanent. To his mind his face now looked totally different, and even if he had his long hair cut short and he changed back into male clothes, he would never look the same as he had done before. He would inevitably look like a short haired girl who happened to be wearing male clothes. The only thing that wasn't permanent was the beautiful long acrylic nails on his fingers. "Where is Miss Matthews?" he sobbed. "Why haven't I heard from her by now?" "Well now, I'm sure your sponsor is a very busy woman. We send her regular updates and reports, so she remains informed of your progress at all times. I'm sure she'll be back to see you very soon." "Please, I must speak with her! She wouldn't have wanted any of this! Please..." "Oh Lucy, it's such a good thing your eyeliner is permanent now. Just imagine how much repair work you'd be doing to your eyeliner and mascara every time you cried like this otherwise." Miss Garrison handed the school girl a soft paper tissue to dab her eyes with. "If it makes you feel any better you can write her a nice letter and tell her all about your recent days here." "I can?" Oh, please, please, yes, let me write to her!" "Of course you can, silly. Didn't you know? All the school girls at the Lily Academy are encouraged to write to their sponsors at least once a week. The sponsors love getting those little letters on pink notepaper with hearts and flowers on the edges. You can even use one of your sparkly gel pens to do the writing. We do have a few rules though. Firstly you must only ever refer to yourself as Lucy, and she must be referred to as Miss Matthews. Finally, while you are permitted to use long words if you really want to, every word with more than two syllables will earn you one stroke of the cane, do you understand?" Mark nodded, remembering what that horrible cane felt like. "But other than that you're free to express your feelings as you wish. It's your chance to be open and honest with your sponsor. Tell her how you feel now. Of course I'd advise you not to make her angry in any way, but really that will be up to you. Girls who've been here a while instinctively know its a fine line between an acceptable level of pleas and begging and annoying their sponsor with wheedling, whiny letters." Mark sobbed again. "There there, I know all these changes have been very sudden, but all our girls go through it. Here's some pretty pink floral notepaper with matching envelopes, and a lovely sparkly gel pen. Why don't you sit over there and compose your first letter?" ------------------------------- Now this should be good, thought Rachel Matthews as she lay on a soft bed on her stomach with her lower legs in the air, crossed at her ankles. Her hair was dishevelled following the mother of all fucks at the hands of the man who had picked her up at the wine bar the night before. She had retrieved from her handbag the small pink, scented envelope, with hearts and flowers drawn on the outside in a silver sparkly gel pen. Rachel had found it on her front door mat along with several bills when she had returned from work, but as she was due to go out to the local wine bar, she hadn't had time to read it, except to ascertain it was from that lying, cheating rat, Mark Peyton. It had been nearly two weeks now since she had first called upon him, and she guessed he was beginning to worry about how long it was taking her to secure the 'papers' for his release. Ha! She was going to have some fun with that before she did eventually let him out. Let him sweat and worry in the meantime. Rachel moaned softly and wriggled in the sheets, feeling the warmth of those delicious orgasms that were subsiding slowly. The guy who had picked her up at the bar was a manager of sorts, called Paul Phillips, and God, but did he know how to fuck a woman. She had been putty in his hands once he'd expertly stripped her, placed her in his bed and touched her in ways she'd never been touched before. Her clothes lay discarded on the floor of the bedroom - she could see her black dress, the high heels, the pantyhose, the bra and the panties all bunched up together. "Stay where you are," Paul had said with a smile. "I don't want you getting dressed while I shower." Rachel shivered with anticipation. That could only mean one thing - he was going to have her again. Oh yes! She clawed gently at the sheets with her painted nails and purred like a contented cat. Paul Phillips was everything Mark Peyton had never been in bed. And God was he big and hard! She turned the pink scented envelope in her hands as she dreamily imagined Paul striding out of the en-suite shower, a clean white towel round his waist, his dark hair damp and tousled, his chiselled muscles and broad shoulders glistening with drops of water from the shower, and that look in his eyes as he would stand above the bed and simply say "on your back, now, Rachel," as he flicked the towel away to show a growing hard-on that desperately wanted her. Paul had been very coy about his job last night, except to say it was Managerial, very highly paid, with a lot of perks. "I have the best boss in the world, and I wouldn't choose to work anywhere else," he had said with a smile. As far as she could tell, he worked in 'acquisitions' of some kind. But any further questions Rachel might have had swiftly vanished once Paul put his hands on her body. And then there was lying, cheating Mark Peyton. Rachel gazed at the pink scented envelope that she had slit open with her finger nail the night before. Was he still dressed up as a school girl? Was he still taking classes in sewing, cooking, and deportment? She hoped so. Rachel pulled the neatly folded sheet of pink papers from the envelope and opened it up. There was Mark's signature as 'Lucy' at the bottom of it, with a cute little heart inscribed after his name. Rachel giggled. She knew he must have hated writing a letter like this, all pink and girly, but she guessed it was the only format he was allowed to use. With a few minutes to spare, Rachel began to read the letter. Dear Miss Matthews, It has been ages now since you last saw me, and I'm missing you so very much. I'm still enrolled in the Lily school and they are making me take all sorts of girl classes and there seems no end in sight. But something very bad has happened since you were here! I have breasts now! Large 'E' cup breasts that the doctor gave me, and they're real and I can't hide them! Even when you take me out of here (oh, please, when will that be? I know you said there was paper work, but well, it has been nearly two weeks now?) I will have 'E' cup breasts that will show through any shirt or sweater I might wear. And there's more! They've tattooed eye-liner on my eyelids and made my lips fuller and pierced my ears and done something to my nose and, oh, but please, you have to get me out of here! I'm on hormones now too and I'm really scared. You're my only hope. I know I was very bad to you, and I'm so sorry. I know now what a bad boy friend I was , but if you get me out of here I will do anything. I should never have left you. You are the best girl friend I ever had. Please, please. I begin oral classes at the end of the week! Please sign the papers before then. I love you. I was very stupid. - Lucy x Rachel giggled to herself. Mark had breasts now? They had performed a breast operation on him? Wow! THAT she had to see for herself. She would of course pretend to be shocked and dismayed at what M&R had done without consulting with her, but deep down, the thought of Mark being feminized like that turned her on. How was he going to hide "E' cup breasts when he did get out? It would be impossible. And how feminine did his face look now? Again, she had to see. She would make an appointment with Miss Garrison to meet Mark again this coming week. Her thoughts were interrupted as the en-suite bathroom door opened. Standing there was Melissa Daniels's senior Manager, Paul Phillips, though Rachel remained oblivious of the connection. His skin glistened with drops of water, his dark hair was tousled and he had a clean white towel wrapped around his waist. He was tall, broad shouldered and very strong. Rachel squirmed in the soft sheets as she gazed up at him. The pink notepaper fluttered from her loose fingers to the carpet on the bedroom floor. "Mmm, still naked like I told you. Very good, Rachel," smiled Paul. "We'll have breakfast in a short while, but first..." his eyes drank in every inch of her body. "Lie on your back and open your legs. I want you and I'm going to have you now." Breathing hard with excitement, Rachel Matthews, sponsor to Lucy Squeals, did as commanded. ------------------------------- "I hate this!" whimpered Mark as he lay in his shared bed in the dark in the school girl dormitory of Class 1C. He was sliding Trixie's silken camisole up her body, exposing her breasts which he began to lick and kiss with his tongue and mouth. "I hate this too!" sobbed Trixie Licks as she reciprocated, running her tongue over Mark's enlarged nipples. "I don't want to do any of this!" moaned Mark in deep arousal as waves of pleasure shot through his breasts. "I don't want to do any this either!" Trixie's body was trembling, and the light on her belt was pulsing on Amber setting, registering her own deep arousal. "I can't help myself!" "But you mustn't stop!" sobbed Mark, overcome by the strong sexual urges that were by now a standard part of 'lights out' in the dormitory every night after school. "You mustn't either!" Trixie was practically begging. They had become slaves to the soft sensual touch of silk on their hairless bodies; the way their silk clad bodies rubbed helplessly against one another; the wild arousal of one another's tongues on their bare breasts; and of course the wild stimulating pulses emitted by their belts whenever the steel fronts accidentally touched with a clink of metal, which was often, considering the narrowness of the bed they shared. They could never orgasm - the belts would not allow that - but they could be driven to frustrating plateaus of arousal whenever they so much as wriggled together on the narrow mattress. Every night was the same - a hot panting desperate need to cum, overriding any and all inhibitions in their minds, turning them into wanton sluts as their belts continued to clink together softly in the darkness, emitting pleasure pulses, and their tongues and mouths licked and sucked on one another's breasts. Around them in the darkness came sounds of giggles, moans and whimpers from other double occupancy beds as the other schoolgirls in Class 1C found themselves in similar straits. It would take a level of iron willpower quite beyond any of the girls in Class 1C not to stimulate one another once they were lying together in bed in pairs, dressed in the softest of silken camisoles and French Knickers. "You are a girl now," whispered Trixie as her hands stroked in and around Mark's inner thighs. "They've turned us both into girls... helpless girls, constantly aroused..." "We still have our penises..." "Ssshh! You must never call them that," warned Trixie, in alarm. "They're our sissy clitties and they're locked away so we can never play with them. You mustn't ever use the 'P' word about yourself. They can hear us, remember?" She was whispering, as were they both, for the Class 1C dormitory had hidden microphone pickups installed in the headboards of each bed. Even a whisper could be picked up by the sensitive equipment if a Manager chose to listen in to a particular bed at any time. "It's been over a month now," sobbed Mark as he felt the belts click together again. Another pulse sent a shiver through his body - a ripple of pleasure that he knew would leave him frustrated by the end of the night in much the same way that drinking wine would lead to a hangover the next day. "Nearer six weeks," said Trixie breathlessly, "though I've lost track of the days. Why is it so difficult to count high numbers now?" "I hate what they're doing to us, but I can't stop how I feel. They're turning us into sluts!" "I know! All I can think about is sex these days... all day long... it's unbearable. And then when we're made to share this bed together, and your body is so soft and you look so unbelievable sexy..." "So do you," moaned Mark as his eyelashes fluttered with arousal. "I love the feel of the silk you're wearing." "I want a man!" said Trixie suddenly before she caught herself. "What?" Mark gazed down at her face as Trixie quickly placed a hand to her mouth in alarm. "You slut!" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that!" Trixie blushed a deep red. "You want... a man?" Mark squirmed, knowing what she meant - she was so horny that she wanted sex the only way possible for a sissy with a chastity belt locked around her penis - to be penetrated in the rear by a man. "Slut! Slut!" he hissed. "No, listen... it's the only way! They say we have G-spots up there," whispered Trixie in excitement. "Deep inside our asses. Think about it, if we do, and if a big strong man takes us - thrusts us on to our stomachs, pulls our panties down, and fucks us, we might be able to cum? Oh God, I need to cum so badly..." "So do I..." it was all that Mark could think about these days. "You think?" "We might, yes! I've heard the senior girls talking about 'the sissy orgasm'. It's not the same as being unlocked from our belts, but it's a way of getting some relief at last. And..." Trixie looked very excited at the thought, "if we spend a night with a man, we're allowed out of the school grounds - it's almost like a date, and we get to dress like adults Just think how wonderful it would be to not wear the childish school uniforms for a night? We could wear a sexy little black dress and look sophisticated for once." Trixie was breathless at the thought of wearing a little black dress. "But..." Mark bit his lower lip in anxiety. "I mean... it would be with a man?" He too felt a sense of deep arousal at the thought of zipping up a short skirted little black dress and seeing himself in the mirror dressed that way. "Well, yes..." Trixie squirmed and licked again at Mark's sensitive nipples, eliciting another moan of desire. "But is that so bad now that we look like this? Do you think you'll have a girlfriend again now that you look so much like a woman? Don't you want to cum?" "I do! I do! It's all I think about!" Mark moaned again, helpless before the tongue and lips of Trixie Licks. "But... a man? I mean, he'd make us do things... Wait - what are you doing? Please don't stop!" For Trixie had suddenly stopped and lifted her mouth away from his breasts. "Please - I'm so much on the edge now. Please don't stop!" "Tell me you're a slut!" said Trixie sternly. She'd had enough of his silly protests. It was about time Lucy Squeals understood she was no better than the rest of the girls who dreamt of cock. "No, no..." "Tell me you're a slut!" "Please don't make me say that..." Mark wriggled, helpless to his constant state of arousal. Trixie had to continue playing with his breasts! Why had she stopped? "Not until you tell me you're a filthy slut who wants to be fucked by a man!" "I'm a slut!" howled Mark in despair, giving in. "I want to be fucked by a man!" "There, that wasn't so bad, was it..." said Trixie with a smile as she placed her hands between Mark's thighs again, close to where the belt touched his skin, and her lips returned to his nipples. Mark's body seemed to melt with pleasure. "Slut..." she whispered harshly into his ear. "Hungry cock-loving slut!" -------------------------------- Rachel paused by the front door of Paul Phillips's luxury apartment. She was dressed again in her black cocktail dress and matching heels from the night before, with her clutch handbag held in her left hand, though Paul had balled up her panty hose and placed it in her bag, not allowing her to wear it. She hadn't understood why, but Paul had just said, "you'll see why in a few minutes." She gazed up at the impressive physique of the man who had over the course of the night, and much of the morning, subjected her to the best sex she had ever had. "So, um..." she toyed nervously with a strand of her hair, almost afraid to say what she was going to say next. "Yes, Rachel?" Paul smiled down at her. He held the door open, and glanced in the direction of the taxi cab that was waiting at the foot of the steps of the brownstone town house in which his apartment was housed. The taxi would be complimentary, charged to his M&R account. "I was just wondering..." her voice sounded breathless, which infuriated her as she was trying desperately to project an aura of cool detachment to impress him, but deep down her heart was beating furiously. "About what?" Paul placed a hand on her arm and nodded for her to continue. Rachel felt an exquisite thrill from the close contact, like sparks were flying up into her body. She swallowed hard. "Was wondering... am I going to see you again?" There she had said it. Now the eternity of a second or two, waiting for the response. She hadn't been this nervous since waiting for her exam results at school. "I'll give you my number if you want it?" Rachel nodded dumbly, too overcome to talk. "Give me your lipstick," said Paul kindly. Rachel reached into her clutch bag and produced a tube of MAC Capricious Red. She passed it to Paul, who smiled and drew her back inside into the foyer of the building, out of sight of the taxi driver. "Lift the hem of your dress high enough to expose your left thigh," he said. Rachel stared at him with wide eyes, but did as he said, her hands trembling in anticipation. Then, reaching down, not taking his eyes away from Rachel's, Paul wrote his mobile number on the inside left thigh of Rachel's body with her lipstick. She moaned softly, feeling the tip of the lipstick caress her skin. "You can lower the hem of your skirt now, Rachel." Nodding again, still paralysed with desire for this strong intensely virile man, Rachel complied, smoothing her skirt around her thighs. The telephone number was now hidden, though Rachel would have to be careful when sitting down that the hem of the dress didn't ride up sufficiently to reveal it. "Now you have my number. Don't lose it." Paul stroked her bottom through the fabric of the dress. "I won't..." she whispered as she inclined her head in the subtle manner women do when they signal they wish to be kissed. Paul's lips met hers as she raised herself on her tip toes to sink into his embrace. So different from Mark, she thought to herself, So strong, so virile, so passionate. Rachel hurried down the short flight of steps, head spinning, feeling like a breathless teenager who was hurrying home from her first date. A telephone number was written on the inside of her thigh in MAC Capricious Red lipstick. Behind her she knew Paul's eyes would be fixed upon her pert bottom, and its figure hugging short hemline. She gave it an extra wiggle, knowing the effect it would undoubtedly have on him. Yes, so very different from that lying, cheating, useless in bed. Mark Peyton. As the Taxi cab pulled away, Paul Phillips smiled to himself. That had been quite the evening, even by his standards. He strolled back through the hallway and on into his bedroom to tidy up. There would be champagne glasses, an empty bottle, silk scarves tied to the four corners of the bed, and a blindfold amongst other things. Just light playful bondage - nothing like the accoutrement of items he might utilise in M&R itself, but Rachel had responded well. She obviously had a submissive streak, at least when confronted by a man like Paul Phillips. Maybe not always though. What had she said about her last boyfriend apart from the fact he'd cheated on her? 'Practically a sissy boy, useless in bed. Belongs in a skirt,' which was an interesting choice of words considering Paul's line of business, not that he'd explained the nature of his work to Rachel. He sat on the edge of the bed and untied the first of the silk scarves from the bed posts when a pink piece of paper caught his eye. It was lying on the floor where it had seemed to have fallen, and was partly hidden under the bed itself. Curious, Paul scooped it up. It took but a minute or two to read the contents and recognise the subtle M&R crest on the corner of the notepaper. Well now, he thought to himself. This is a turn up for the books. It seems our pretty little Rachel Matthews is a far darker horse than I had anticipated, thought Paul as he neatly folded the paper and placed it on a bedside table. The game, he thought, has suddenly become a lot more interesting. ---------------------------- "Welcome girls to what is probably the most important class you'll be taking this term; a class that I'm sure you've all heard about and have been anticipating with various degrees of apprehension: Oral 101." Miss Garrison strode up to the blackboard and with a small stick of chalk wrote the word 'Oral' in big letters. Around the word she drew a Rocky Horror style pair of lips with red chalk and then turned to regard the 12 sissies who sat at the desks with wide eyes and trembling mouths. Each and every one of them looked frightened, like rabbits caught in the headlights of an incoming car. "Now you've all been here for almost two months, and at the Lily Academy that's usually long enough for you to learn many useful sissy skills such as cooking, cleaning, sewing, curtseying, makeup, hair care, nail care, and oh, the list goes on. But there comes a time in every sissy's life when she must move on to the more intimate skills that one day a boyfriend will come to expect of her. From today onwards for the next two months you will have an hour long class each and every day on the delicate art of satisfying a man with your mouth. How exciting is that?" Miss Garrison smiled, enjoying the look of fear on each of their pretty little faces. "Ah, I see you've noticed the animatronics." For yes, the sissies were cowering at the sight of twelve life-size male mannequins lined up along one of the walls. Each lifelike figure had a limp eight inch penis that was thick and virile looking. At the foot of each mannequin was a foam mat for kneeling on. "These are the state of the art practice dummies which we will be using in this and all the future classes. So, without further ado, lets have each of you line up in front a mannequin! Come along girls! Chop-chop! Shake those perky little bottoms of yours!" Miss Garrison swished her cane for dramatic effect. Instantly all twelve of the sissy school girls left their desks and with little squeals of dismay, hurried to stand in front of one of the animatronics, kilt skirts swishing around their upper thighs as they moved. Mark stared at his mannequin. It was six feet four inches tall, towering above him, had dark brown skin, muscles and an enormous cock, even in flaccid mode. He gazed to his left where Trixie too seemed petrified. One hand on her mouth in the standard sissy way of displaying alarm. "Now I want you all to kneel on your cushioned pads. Thighs together, girls - let's not be too slutty just yet - backs straight, palms of your hands resting on your bare thighs, eyes facing forward, gazing at those magnificent cocks. Quickly now!" Mark dropped to his knees, and found that from where he now knelt, his mouth and lips were but six inches away from the enormous penis. "You always begin Oral on your knees. Men like that, especially when you gaze up at them with a sexy little pout. Let's all try a sexy little pout. Any girl not pouting in a sufficiently 'I want to suck you so much, oh please let me suck you' manner will feel six of the best on her pink pantied bottom!" Mark gazed up at the cock with his best sexy pout and pleading eyes, fluttering his lashes. "Good, Lucy. Very nice." Miss Garrison patted Mark on the top of his head. "But then you're a little ahead of the other new girls, aren't you? After all, you had already earned your 'I've sucked my first cock' badge before you even got here!" She laughed for the benefit of the rest of the class. "Yes Miss," sobbed Mark, feeling the resentment of the other 11 girls in the room. One or two of them turned briefly to glare at him with annoyance. Miss Garrison didn't mind that. It encouraged a healthy level of competition within the class. "I'm expecting top marks from you then, compared to all these oral virgins, Lucy." The girls were newish sissies drawn from the various classes in the school - girls who had until now not taken the Oral 101 class. The newest girl had indeed only been at the Lily Academy now for just over 3 weeks. They had of course all dreaded the thought of the new class from the moment they heard about it. It was one thing to be taught how to clean a home from top to bottom and how to apply makeup professionally - quite another to learn how to expertly take a man's cock into your mouth and bring him to a satisfactory climax. "So, step one, let's get those lovely thick penises interested in us, shall we? No use of hands yet - just your wet sissy mouths. Lean forward and start licking and kissing those shafts." The room was suddenly a cacophony of squeals and cries of alarm as every one of the animatronic cocks began to quiver and rise to semi- erect state the moment the girls began to lick and kiss them. "As you're all noticing by now," explained Miss Garrison as she quickly moved to quieten the flustered class, "the fake cocks have sophisticated sensors at all the crucial points and they will react exactly as a real penis might to any form of stimulation." Mark whimpered as the cock in front of him grew to truly enormous size. It only took a few more movements of his lips and tongue to make it fully erect. Now it was a monster and he whimpered again in fear. It dwarfed any cock he had seen before, especially his own tiny member. "Please Miss," said the girl who had only been at the Academy for just over three weeks, "I really can't do this!" Quick as a flash, Miss Garrison had the girl up on her feet, then over the nearest desk with her kilt skirt hoisted up, her panties pilled down. Mark, Trixie and the other girls winced and didn't dare look as the poor girl began to howl as Miss Garrison delivered six cruel strokes of the cane across the most sensitive parts of the girls thighs and bottom. When the teacher had finished she led the snivelling girl back to her cushion where she knelt down and, in-between sobs, began licking and kissing her penis with renewed enthusiasm. "Anyone else wants a short break, lying on her belly over a school desk, with her skirt up?" asked Miss Garrison in a cold, harsh voice. "No Miss Garrison!" said all the other girls in unison. "What do you want to do instead then?" "We want to suck cock, Miss Garrison!" "I'm not sure I can hear you girls? Maybe you all want to be spanked instead?" Louder now, much louder: "We want to suck cock, Miss Garrison!" "Good girls. So, for the first lesson I just want to see how you do before we teach you any skilful techniques. Remember, it's not simply a case of making your cock cum - that's very easy in fact with those luscious lips you all have - no, you must bear in mind that you want to satisfy your man, and that means treading a fine line between keeping him excited and not letting him cum too soon. He wants his money's worth out of you. Indeed he does. So beware - the sensors in that penis have a very fine margin. When you recognise the signs of approaching orgasm, you should slow down, make it last a bit longer. We're looking at keeping the cock on edge for five minutes. And there's a prize for making your cock stay erect the longest. The girl who gets the best score today will be allowed to go on a date tonight!" There was a series of muted whimpers along the line of sissies as they licked and sucked at their cocks. "No, not that sort of date - it's far too early for you to end up in a man's bed. No, this will be a special treat for you. The winning sissy will be given the opportunity to visit the adult wardrobe and select a lovely cocktail frock for the evening. Just think how grown up you'll look! Not like all the other girls who'll be in their school uniforms. And then you'll be met by a charming gentleman who will take you out for a 3 star Michelin restaurant dinner at our local M&R Hotel where you'll be waited on hand and foot by M&R maids. You will be allowed to order anything you want on the menu that night, though your date will probably make suggestions that are good for you. You'll even be allowed a few glasses of wine! And then you'll get to spend the night in a hotel room - on your own I might add - instead of the school girl dormitory, with a silver service breakfast in the morning, before being driven back to school. Now doesn't that sound like a prize worth having?" Now all the sissies were nodding their heads in excitement, eager to win a night out from the Lily Academy. "Off you go then, and may the most talented slut win!" There were suddenly surprised squeals and moans coming from several of the girls, including Mark and Trixie. Mark was suddenly aware of a lovely warm, tingly feeling in his locked up penis. Not as strong a sensation as when the belt produced BFF setting pleasure pulses if it came into contact with Trixie's belt, but the tingles were exciting nonetheless. Judging by the sounds from the other schoolgirls, they were feeling this too. "Oh yes, and by now you'll have noticed that your belts synch to the animatronics in front of you. We want our girls to associate giving oral with pleasure, and so as you get your cock nice and excited, your belt will reward you with pleasurable tingles. Isn't that wonderful? That's because you're going to learn that sucking a man's cock is fun, isn't it, girls? Let me hear you all!" "Sucking a man's cock is fun, Miss Garrison!" they all said in a sing- song voice. "Good girls. And as a further inducement, the four girls with the shortest times will bend over their desks when they've finished, kilt skirts up, panties down, for six swipes of the cane. So remember to keep the big cock in front of you nice and excited, but not so excited that it cums before..." There was a shriek from girl number three as she jerked her head back, with artificial semen dribbling from her lips. It had taken her by surprise and she had swallowed it back without realising. She flapped her hands in panic, gagging, as the big cock in front of her began to deflate, more semen dribbling from it in the process. "Oh dear, Tina, thirty seven seconds. That's our lowest score all year..." Miss Harrison tut-tutted. "It's the first set of spankings for you. Shall we call it eight swipes of the cane since you didn't even make it to a minute, hmm?" ------------------------- "You are a sissy girl. You've always secretly desired to be a sissy girl, and you're only happy when you can wear skirts and dresses. You want to listen and obey. In the past you've pretended to be a man, but you know you've always hated pretending to be a man, haven't you? Of course you have. You've never been happier than when you joined the Lily Academy and the staff there made you become a school girl. It's okay to be female. It's okay to want to be a girl. It's who you are." Mark lay on the comfortable couch bed wearing a blindfold and stereo headphones in a darkened room. Around him were a number of similar couches on which the other girls of the Oral 101 class lay. He moaned softly in the darkness, stroking his own breasts through the thin white blouse and lacy bra, as the soft music and hypnotic soothing words whispered deep into his subconscious through the headphones. He was afraid of these sessions, afraid of what the subliminal voices were doing to his mind. They often lasted for up to two hours per day, though it was difficult to keep track of the time as school girls were not permitted watches and it was only the teachers who seemed to know what time of day it was. "When you see a beautiful girl you feel excited, don't you? What is it about seeing beautiful girls that makes you feel like this? The answer is obvious. You love the way they look. You want to look like them yourself. You need to look like a girl too. That is the greatest fantasy you have. You want to have the body of a girl and wear girl's clothing. You fantasise about becoming a beautiful sissy girl. You will be so happy like that. When you see a pretty girl all you can think about is how much you want to look like her. It turns you on because the sight of her reminds you that you want to wear girl's clothing. Nothing but girl's clothing. You feel so sexy whenever you think about being a pretty girl. That is how you will always respond to seeing pretty women from now on. You want beautiful hair. You want to wear pretty dresses that show off your smooth sexy legs. You never want to wear trousers ever again. Only men wear trousers, and you are not really a man. You've always known you're not a man. You're a sissy girl." I'm a sissy girl, thought Mark helplessly as his right hand strayed down to where the steel belt lay between his legs. Oh, how he desperately needed to cum! He was afraid the recordings that he heard every day were beginning to change the way he thought and felt. At nights in bed he was hearing the voices in his head, implanted there, and he was dreaming girlie dreams, reinforcing his seeming desire to become a girl. It was horrible, but delicious at the same time. He was excited too because against all the odds, he had come first in the Oral 101 test earlier that day, finishing last on the penis animatronics, slightly ahead of those sluts, Trixie and Kelly, and that meant he had been awarded the prize of a date night outside the Lily Academy! Tonight after school, instead of being herded back to the class 1C dormitory with the others, he would be taken to the walk in wardrobe room full of dresses and shoes and be allowed to pick out an outfit for the evening - anything he wanted! And then a car would arrive to whisk him to the M&R restaurant in their hotel complex, outside the grounds of the Lily Academy. All the girls had lusted after this prize, but none more so than Mark, for unlike all the silly airheads he had to associate with, Mark had recognised this as the glorious opportunity it was - namely a chance to escape! Once away from the highly secure grounds of the school, he would be back in amongst the general public and at some point in the evening an opportunity would arise for him to slip away from his date for the night (no doubt some dumb struck man who would nervously be in awe of Lucy Squeals's sexy beauty, and therefore be putty in Lucy's hands) and make his escape! By the next morning he would be home in his apartment where he would change back into male clothes again and resume his old life, though he would still have to deal somehow with his new breasts and the effects of the facial surgery. But cross one bridge at a time. The main thing now would be to first escape from this insane asylum, and the date night prize was surely that very opportunity! That was of course why he had worked so hard to pleasure the animatronic penis. Mark told himself he had derived no pleasure from doing so, and it most certainly had not made him feel weak at the knees and giddy and sexually aroused - no of course not - maybe the other girls felt that way, but certainly not him. Of course not. He rubbed his thighs together on the couch and moaned softly, remembering the delicious feeling of being on his knees, the thick cock quivering between his lips. No, not him. Never him. It was just a ruse, a way to win, to escape tonight. He hadn't felt hot and aroused at the thought of being made to pleasure a man like that. Oh God, no. That was the last thing he wanted! "Every time you see a sexy woman you will imagine how wonderful it would feel to look like her. That's what turns you on about women. You fantasise about looking just like them. Whenever you see a girl wearing a really sexy dress you will think how great it would be to wear it yourself. It's such a sexy feeling. Everything about being a girl makes you feel sexy. Joining the Lily Academy is the best thing that has ever happened to you. You are so happy now that you're a sissy girl. You want to take lessons in makeup. You want to take lessons in hair care. You want to learn how to cook and clean and sew. These things make you happy. These things make you a girl. Being a girl is all you want in life. It's so arousing, so erotic. Your mind is changing and these changes give you so much pleasure. You crave this so badly. You want to look like a girl and like a girl you often think about men." By now it was becoming very difficult for him not to think about dresses and makeup and high heels and hair styles and fashion and... and... more recently anyway... men and their cocks. That was what was really beginning to worry him - the way he kept thinking about men and their cocks. Those magnificent big cocks, so much bigger than that tiny little thing of his that was locked away in the M&R belt. Hardly a cock at all, what he had between his legs. Two months ago he would only have been dreaming about sexy women, but now images of naked men were intruding into his thoughts and dreams too, and they were always strong virile men with thickly erect cocks. They made him feel hot, wet and excited, but he didn't want to feel like that! "No matter how much you may try not to, you will keep thinking about men. You will not be able to avoid doing so, because your sexual preferences are changing and this cannot be undone. You can not escape the fact that you constantly day dream about men. Girls like men. You are a sissy girl, so you keep dreaming and thinking about men. Thinking about men makes you feel horny. You are starting to desire men's cocks. This is what now arouses you. The thought of cock. You now feel a very strong sexual attraction to men. You have always felt this but perhaps in the past you have been scared of these feelings. You are not scared of them any more, for you know it is natural that you should fantasise about and desire men. You will feel excited and horny every time you see an attractive man and you will not be able to control or deny these feelings. Why should you? You love men. You desire them more than you desire women. Your attraction to women is simply because you want to look like a woman. You want to be a beautiful woman. But you want to be with a man sexually. You have always secretly been attracted to men. You have tried to hide it it, but doing so has made you unhappy. Now you want to be happy. You deserve to be happy. To be happy you must admit you desire men. Men are strong and sexy. You are attracted to strong sexy men. Your desires for Men are irresistible and overwhelming. Whenever you see an attractive man you will stare and you will feel weak in the knees. You will picture him naked and you will fantasise about his cock. Your desire to be with a man will be overpowering. You used to feel like that about women, but now you know that you were simply mistaking your strong need to look like those women. What you really want is a strong man. Strong men are sexy. It feels so good to think about strong men, and you want to feel like this forever. You love being a sissy girl. You have never been happier. You feel very strongly attracted to men. Seeing a beautiful woman makes you want to dress and look like her, but seeing an attractive man makes you crave his cock. That is how you are now. Your deepest fantasy is to be a beautiful sissy girl. And a beautiful girl craves a big sexy cock. Picture a man's big cock now. A big erect penis is the most erotic thing you can possibly imagine. Just the sight of it makes you feel weak in the knees. Now think how sexy it would be to put that cock in your mouth. Think about how wonderful it would be to taste cum. That would make you so horny. Feeling horny is good. You want to feel good. To feel good you must feel horny. To feel horny you must crave cock. It is that simple. You must have cock to feel happy. If you do not have cock you will be frustrated and unhappy. You want a man's cock so badly, you will cry at times when you do not have it. You want to be a cock sucker. It is what you want to be. You yearn to kiss and lick and stroke a man's cock. When you make a man happy, you will feel happy. It is that simple. A cock tastes so good and it is very arousing to think of one. You feel horny right now thinking about cock. You can't help yourself. Men are so handsome and just thinking about them turns you on. This is natural because you're a sissy girl and a sissy girl thinks about men all the time. When you are standing close to an attractive man you will feel flustered and light headed. You will not be able to think straight. You will be giggly and you will play with your hair. You will desperately want men to notice you. You will keep looking at them until they notice you and then you will quickly look away. But once you do, you will inevitably be drawn to look back at them again. Every time you look at an attractive man you will feel more and more helplessly aroused. Your knees will tremble. Your cheeks will flush. You will flap your hands in desperation. When a man looks at you, you will forget what it is you were supposed to be doing. You will not be able to concentrate on anything except the fact that a man is checking you out. You will just feel so horny when a man checks you out. You will want to make sure he gets a good look at your legs, your breasts, and your ass. That is why it is so important to always dress provocatively so a handsome man can be in no doubt at all what sexy legs, breasts and ass you have." Mark wriggled on the couch, desperately, helplessly aroused as the soft silken feminine voice continued to recite its seductive mantra. Mark was becoming Lucy for real now, and very soon there would be no going back, ever. His only hope was the date night tonight and his very own chance to escape! ---------------------------- "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Miss Garrison smiled at the sight of Lucy Squeals as she quivered with excitement, jumping up and down on her high-heeled toes, clapping her hands together, squealing 'Oh!' repeatedly as the door to the walk-in dress and shoe wardrobe was flung wide open. There they lay - racks upon racks of every conceivable feminine apparel, a sea of silk and lace and satin, crinoline, and brushed cotton and all the fabrics under the sun. The girl was clearly overcome by the sight of so many shoes and dresses, but the best part of it all was the fact she barely knew what she was doing. The conditioning sessions over the last six weeks were beginning to show fruit now and the helpless slut was walking, talking and emoting more and more like an ultra feminine sissy girl as the weeks wore on. Most of the time Lucy was oblivious to how feminine her mannerisms now seemed to be. Put the silly little air head back into a pair of trousers and a man's shirt and she would look ridiculous - like a breathless blonde bimbo trying to pretend to be a man. "Excited, Lucy?" smiled Miss Garrison. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" Lucy's eyes were wide and dilated. This was like all her Christmases come at once. The conditioning was working. Of course in ten minutes time she would calm down and suddenly experience a rush of humiliation at the memory of how she had acted, but for now there was definite girlish excitement in the air. "Go on, Lucy. Step inside. Run your hands through all the fabrics hanging on the rails. Enjoy the moment. You're a sissy girl and sissy girls love dresses." And it seemed that Lucy certainly did. Arr