Mommy Mind Control Chapter 1 Mommy s Naughty Lesson
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Melissa's Lovely Mommy
Miss Samantha Love Styles beheld the sight of the pure and wondrous
femininity before her. Her daughter was perfect. Her daughter was made
of sugar and spice and everything nice. She was her beautiful princess,
feminine and graceful, a pristine doll whose beauty rivaled only her own.
She was a fashionista, a lady in waiting, delicate and demure.
Miss Styles' daughter was wearing a delightfully delectable baby doll
dress, defined with delicious detail. Her lovely fuchsia dress had a high
satin collar with a to die for chiffon frills around the neckline. The
large puff ball sleeves were adorned with deep frills at the hem. The
full circle skirt was decorated with full stunning chiffon frills, with
tiers upon tiers of luscious frills. The lighter pink satin laced
petticoat worn by her daughter beneath the full circled skirt was adorned
with ribbons adding fullness and fluff to her skirt. When her daughter
minced about the room she would hear the intoxicating rustling swish of
the petticoats.
Underneath her skirt and petticoat she wore an adorable pair of white
laced panties. They were adorned with a pink satin bow in the front,
decorated with two layers of pleated ruffles and a double layer of lace
around the leg openings. Her white thigh high stocking were decorated
perfectly with perfect fixed bows with a rose bud in the center.
To compliment her dress, Miss Styles' daughter wore a pair of shiny satin
fingerless fuchsia gloves, trimmed with dainty lace at the hemlines. The
fingerless gloves showed off her daughters perfectly matched to her dress
manicured nails. Around her neck she wore a matching crepe satin choker;
decorated with lace and delicate ribbons. In each ear she wore large gold
double loop earrings. She wore a beautiful pair of fuchsia Mary Jane
platform shoes with a bow tie and a six inch heel.
Her daughter's long and shimmering strawberry blond hair was fixed into
two high pig tails. Each pigtail featured two adorably stunning oversized
satin bows. They were beautifully pleated, also adorned with a rose bud
in the center with overly long sashes. In the crook of her elbow she
carried a drawstring purse adding a fantastically fantastic accessory to
her ensemble.
Her make up matched to perfection, her lips were painted in a fabulous
fuchsia. She wore light pink shimmering eye shadow. Her long and false
eyelashes gave her a doll like look. She had on only the slightest hint
of rouge as Miss Styles wanted her daughter to have a simple look to her
makeup. It was the outfit she wanted to have the focus most laid upon.
Miss Styles watched her daughter admire her reflection in the full length
mirror. She watched as her daughter spun around, her skirt and petticoat
twirling with her. She smiled as she watched her daughter throw her
reflection a kiss. She was in bliss, captivated and enthralled in her
femininity. Miss Styles' former son was now her daughter, the woman she
wished her to be, she had transformed her into. No longer was he a
ruffian, an unruly young man who was rude and disobedient. He was
mother's doll, a picture perfect, sweet, and a loving and adorable young
lady.
"Do you like your new dress my dearest Melissa?" Miss Styles asked her
precious daughter knowing what her response would be.
"I love it mommy," Melissa replied with girlish delight while clapping
her hands together. She twirled for her mother, showing off her new
ensemble.
She preformed a curtsy for her mother showing her thankfulness for her
lovely new attire. Miss Styles watched as her daughter lowered her head,
bent her knees slightly and gave her mother a respectful nod. Melissa
took her skirt between her thumb and first two fingers of her hands. She
gently pulled her skirt to each side, extending her pinkies. She then
placed her right foot behind her left one, resting on the lower ball of
her foot. She lowered herself down into her curtsy, bent her knee forward
making sure to keep her back straight. Slowly and with grace she returned
to an upright position, lowering her hands to her side and raising her
head. She preformed her curtsy just as her mother had trained and
expected her to.
Miss Styles looked on with delight as her former son showed his obedience
and appreciation. The boy once made of snips and snails and puppy dog
tails showed her the proper respect she so richly deserved. She had
always wished for a daughter, one who would adore her and be like her.
She wanted a daughter who would be a very darling representation of
glamour, sophistication and femininity. She would be a princess who would
blossom into a queen. Instead Miss Styles' had found herself with an
unruly boy, a jester and a pauper. When he had turned eighteen he found
himself without a high school diploma, no employment and with little to
no care about his future.
She would find him lounging all day long, playing video games and
incapable of taking care of himself. She had decided the best way, which
was always her way, was to feminize him. He would no longer be her son
but the daughter she had longed for. He was after small and delicate, a
man who would be a better wife then a husband. He had little to no
ability to talk to woman, a sissy in her eyes. So Miss Styles decided
this is what he would become. He would become a true prissy sissy missy.
"I am overjoyed you love your new dress Melissa," her mother said. "You
have been very, very good girl for mommy, so she thought she would reward
you with a present."
"Thank you mother for the new dress," Melissa replied in a sweet, loving
and soft tone.
Miss Styles sneered at her daughter, her eyes angry, shocking her now
sissified son. "What else should you thank me for Melissa?" she snapped.
Melissa held her head down with shame. "I am sorry mommy dearest, my most
humblest of apologies," she said in a whimper. "Thank you for being my
mommy and turning me into your daughter. I am sissy, who loves lace and
frills and being dressed as a girl."
Miss Styles looked upon her daughter with delight. She was perfect.
"Now, now my Melissa," Miss Styles stated. "Now that you know who you
are, what you are, we can begin the next step of your training. Now look
upon yourself in the mirror and take in you feminine delights." She
ordered.
Miss Styles smiled to herself as her daughter returned to admiring her
reflection. It was still early morning and her next round of training was
soon to commence. This afternoon she would take her new daughter out with
her. Six months of feminization and training had already passed. It had
been awhile since her sissy son had seen his former friends. She was
about to them to Melissa.
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