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Melissa's Lovely Mommy: Just like Mommy
Miss Samantha Love Styles placed the corset around her dainty demure
son's waist ensuring it was properly centered. She then began to pull and
tighten the lovely rustling ruffled trimmed red silk laces confining him
further within it. Johnny could feel the corset tighten as the lace was
pulled through the stainless steel eyelets located on the back of his
constricting corset. He looked at his reflection with awe as his waist
continued to shrink away further and further granting him an hourglass
figure reminiscent of Dita Von Teese.
He could feel the sensuous silicone breast forms that his mother had
decided to add to his blossoming feminine female persona. They gave him a
marvelous magnificent C - Cup breasts that hung and jiggled in front of
him. The breast forms had beautiful and prominent pink areole nipples he
so desperately lusted to have. They were held in place in a long line
soft shiny satin brassiere edged with brilliantly beautiful laced lace
that had matching loving lace underneath the beloved bust line. Johnny
felt his mother pull the straps, tightening his brassiere to a perfect
fit as she adjusted it. It caused his new lovely breast to rise up and
sit properly in the cups of his dearly loved brassiere.
He was tucked deeply away in a red hot spandex panty briefer complete
with precious pristine padding. Johnny noticed the additional padding at
the hips of the panty girdle he so loved wearing rounding his form
forcing his crotch tightly into a luscious ladies v shaped cleft. He so
longed for his manhood to be so far hidden away and have a ladies smooth
sensual sensuous front.
His mother dearest gently unfolded a pair of midnight black seemed thigh
high stockings before him. She had him point his toes gingerly downward
and gently slipped on the stockings carefully running them up his soft,
smooth as silk lovely legs. The sensation of wearing stockings felt
wonderfully thrilling to Johnny. The sensation was electric and ecstatic
as they caressed his freshly shaven inner thighs.
The matching panties he wore were elegant and exquisite, they were a
devils sinful delightfully delicious red satin. A double layer of black
floral trimmed lace surrounded the waist with rows upon rows of lace
circling the panty and leg openings. Samantha slid them up her son's
stocking clad legs causing an endearing swishing noise as she pulled them
up to his waist. The precious prissy pretty panties perfectly framed his
round precious cute luscious bottom.
Next his mother placed a garter belt around his waist which she clasped
closed with the two adjustable straps and hooks in the back. The garter
was a sultry and seductive, red sin in color, trimmed with lovely black
lace. Six garter tabs hung around his thighs which his mother attached
and adjusted pulling his stockings up tightly leaving only a modest
amount of smooth skin exposed. The lingerie Johnny was wearing was
gorgeous; he looked so womanly wearing it, especially considering his
slender, feminine becoming physique. Miss Styles had yet to truly inform
her son what the special vitamins he was taking actually were.
Miss Styles took her sissified son by the hand and led him to her vanity.
Without thought or hesitation Johnny naturally sat down crossing his legs
and placed his hand in his ladies lap. The boy had become delightfully
docile delicate. He was obedient to his mistress mother and adhered to
her every detailed wish. Samantha's design was inescapable; she was
creating him to be what she so desired him to be. A perfect proper prissy
princess who treated his mother like the queen she truly was.
She handed him a fashion magazine in which an advertisement she had
deliberately designed was featured in. She opened the magazine to the
page she wanted and told her stunning son to admire the ad. With grateful
graceful bliss her son obediently obliged and admired his mother's newest
sweet success. As he did so Miss Samantha Love Styles set about preparing
for her son his further fabulously fierce fantastical feminization.
In the advertisement a young woman stood next to his mother dressed in a
1950's style era of clothing. She was fabulously feminine and eye of the
beholder beautiful, demure and loving. She looked at her mother with
admiration as her mother looked back with love. Johnny thought to himself
how happy the mother in the picture was. She was so beautiful and
glamorous, sophisticated and strong. The young lady in the picture
obviously wanted to please her mother, to be like her and make her happy.
Johnny felt a striking sensational urge to also be like his mother and
make her so truly happily ever after.
The advertisement was part of his mother's Mommy and Me campaign. He had
seen these throughout his blossoming femininity and journey into
enchanting wondrous womanhood. The advertisement clearly stated Be Like
Mommy. Johnny was not sure what the advertisement was for but he felt at
peace looking at it. Thirty minutes later Samantha returned, to Johnny it
only felt like a few precious moments had passed. He did not realize how
long he had become transfixed with the Be Like Mommy image.
Samantha had decided to style her sons hair in a gorgeous silhouette
coquette style to give his hair a vivid vivacious vintage vibe. She blew
dry his damp delicious strawberry blonde hair with a rounded brush to add
an additional very voluptuous volume to it. She brushed his luminous hair
into a silk soft side parting, and then curled two inches of his hair
horizontally using a large barrel curling iron. She then secured the
curls with a precious pristine curl clip and allowed his hair to cool.
After she let his hair cool she released the clips and allowed for his
cascading curls to fall down upon him. She brushed his hair softly and
smoothly using a paddle brush to create supple sumptuous glorious
glamorous Hollywood waves. To compliment his hairstyle she added a five
inch delightfully red delicate rose hair flower to the side of his hair.
Johnny loved how his mother styled his hair for him and selected the
beautiful outfits he adored wearing for her.
From her walk in closet, Samantha carried out a 1940's inspired valentine
red short sleeved argentine stretch wiggle diva dress she had chosen for
her son to wear. The dress featured elements of different retro styles of
past glamorous glamour. The dress was a sleek vixen of red deviled beauty
with a caressing curve hugging wiggle fit. The dress had a charming
darling Royal Queen Anne neckline and lusciously laced bodice, darted,
gathered and seemed for a perfectly perfect fit. The dress was topped off
with a deliciously overly exaggerated black back bow. The fishtail skirt
featured a charming box pleating and peeking sissy sweet black polka
dots. Miss Samantha helped her son into his dress; she then zipped up the
back and admired the fabulous hourglass figure the dress lovingly gave to
her son. She loved how the dress clung to his bountiful, beloved and
beautiful breast. While today they were false she knew one day he would
have breast of his own.
To compliment the dress she added a black leatherette chocker which had a
striking single pure virgin ivory pearl drop charm. She then added a
sparkling sparked dazzling magnificence to his look with rhinestone post
earrings edged in a subliminally sublime deco design. They were set in
burnished golden gold and decorated with attractive drop ivory pearls
adding a fantastic flair to her son's vintage look. The final piece of
jewelry she added was a deco inspired bracelet adorned with ivory pearls
and gold finish.
She added pop to her son's attire by having him wear ravishing red patent
leather Too Cute Cutie Pie stiletto heels. They had a superior stilletoed
six inch heel, polka dot print lining on the inside and buckled strap me
in straps across the feet.
Miss Styles placed a midnight black faux fur shawl with red silk lining
around her son to keep his shoulders snuggly snuggled. The shawl had a
delectable neckline topping, Johnny's ensemble shined with radiant
radiance when she wrapped it around him. She added a vintage elegance to
his outfit with a pair of short bow tie soft silk black gloves. They
added refinement to his look while the red bows added a prissy sissy
style to it.
Samantha handed her son an impeccable vintage styled to die for purse.
The purse had a hexagonal retro - inspired shape, it was made of black
patent leather with a just a hint of sprinkled sparkle to it. The purse
was lined with subtle red lining with a zippered pocket to secure her
son's matte kiss me red lipstick so he could touch up his pinup - style
pout when needed. She had also stored his essentials, the cosmetics he
would need during the day, and sanitary napkins. While Miss Style knew he
would not need them it helped perfect his illusion of being a natural
girl.
The final touch was a fabulous pair of vintage inspired French Cat Eye
glasses. The glasses added a sophisticated look to her son's style but
also showed he had an inner diva dying to get out within him. The gold
glasses were sheik, elegant in design and added to the look she so
desired for him.
Miss Styles took leave of her son to prepare for the day ahead. As she
did she instructed him to admire his ravishing reflection in the mirror.
Johnny stared in amazement at his own reflection. His mother had not
dressed him before in such adulterous attire. She had never styled his
hair or applied makeup in the way she did now. His hourglass figure was
sensuous and sultry, luscious and sexy. His breast were bold and
beautiful in his eyes helping him to feel every part the woman he found
himself longingly lusting to be. For a moment he thought of what it would
be like if the man who said he was delicious fondled them, what pleasures
would he feel if he did.
He minced about the room enjoying the clicking of his heels, embracing
his new style and loving it. He moved in a lady like fashion, making sure
to swing his hips, to let the feminine powers of his look fully embrace
him. He wanted his mother to look at him with love just like the girl in
the advertisement she had shown him. He longed to be perfect, to be like
his magnificent mommy.
Forty - five minutes had passed before his mother entered the room. She
actually had been admiring her daughter for a few minutes before she
announced herself.
"Melissa darling, Mother has entered the room," Mommy Samantha announced
sweetly.
Melissa looked over at her mother and smiled as she admired her mother's
beauty. She was wearing a sexy and alluring shining satin blouse. The
pristine purple blouse had a stunning shaped collar with a deep plunging
neckline that showed off his mother's assets in the best way. The blouse
was figure hugging and the long sleeves had a deep cuff with a detailed
slit. It was blouse that demanded attention of those around her. It
demanded the attention of men who longed for her and from women who
longed to be her.
She was wearing an amazing lambskin leather skirt which Melissa found
super sexy looking. The skirt came to a little above her knees, was very
form fitting and had a slight back slit to it. She was wearing a pair of
fishnet stocking to go with her ensemble. It left Melissa wondering what
delightful delicate delights she wore underneath. Her shoes were a
fantastic pair of black leather stiletto platform ankle boots that
adorned her feet. They were undeniably luxurious and cute, boasting a six
inch heel and a two inch platform.
Miss Styles had styled her hair into a top knot to give herself a neat
and tidy look, but a look that was also elegant. These are qualities that
are both equally important to have when presenting a professional and
sexy feminine appearance. Her makeup was of course immaculate, perfect
and stunning. She blended sexy with professional. Melissa felt envious of
her mother, she found herself wishing to be able to wear such attire. She
pictured herself wearing such an outfit and felt a bit of moistness when
she did so. She wanted to be just like mommy, sexy, beautiful and
professional.
"Melissa my dear sweet sissy son, do you like how mommy has dressed you
this morning?"
"I love it mommy, I feel so pretty and lovely. Do you think I look pretty
mommy?" Melissa asked fearing her mother may say she looked like a boy in
a dress.
"You look fabulous Melissa," she said a soft loving voice. "Mother loves
how beautiful you look this morning and how she dressed you."
"Mommy?" Melissa asked sheepishly. "Do you think I look like a real girl
or just a boy pretending to be one?"
Samantha smiled as her child asked this question of her. She took Melissa
by the hand and brought her close to her. "Melissa, which do you wish to
be, a real girl or a boy in girls clothing?" she asked.
Melissa was not sure what to say. Johnny would have screamed no he did
not want to be either. He would have wanted to fight and runaway. He
would have wanted to take off the dress he was wearing, wash off all of
the makeup he had on and go back to playing video games. He would have
wanted to hang out with Billy, get drunk and act like this never
happened. He would have told his mother to go to hell. Yet if Johnny
wanted to speak, it was Melissa who spoke for him.
"I want to be a real girl mommy. I love wearing dresses and being dressed
up for you. It is fun and I love being your daughter," she said with
delight.
"Hearing this makes Mommy so happy Melissa. I want you to know you look
like a beautiful young lady and not a boy in a dress. That is why mommy
has been giving you special vitamins to help you become a real girl. Does
what mommy just told you make you happy Melissa?"
"Of course it does mommy, of course it does!" Melissa hugged her mother
and air kissed her on both cheeks as she did want to ruin her or her
mother's makeup.
"Now tell me Melissa, since you just told mommy you want to be a woman,
answer this question honestly. Who do you wish to be like?"
Melissa beamed brightly, clapped her hands together and in a girlish
delight exclaimed, "I want to be just like mommy!"
"That is my darling daughter. I knew behind that raunchy boy exterior was
a sweet princess. Now sweetie, Mommy will be taking you to work with her
today. You are going to be my new personal secretary and help me and the
ladies who work for me with their jobs. How does that sound to you
Melissa?"
"It sounds so wonderful Mommy. I know I am just going to love being your
new secretary. I promise to help the woman at your office the best way I
can."
While on the ride to her office Samantha had her son look through her
recent Just Like Mommy advertising campaign so he could familiarize
himself with her current project. Johnny of course had seen these through
out his feminization process. He thought back to the first few days of
his new life and remembered hating the process. Those feelings seemed so
far and distant to him now. He thought of a time his mother had first
started dressing him as her doll. He felt humiliated and weak, despising
the fact he was be dressed in such sissy queer attire. If it was not for
the fact he had nowhere to go he would have never agreed to his mother's
demands.
He remembered a dressing gown was wrapped around him as his mother
ordered him to sit at her vanity. She had placed a heavy amount of liquid
foundation on his face to even out his complexion and then proceeded to
add a light dusting of facial powder. A soft pink blush followed and then
a medium pink eye shadow. His mother then applied dark black eyeliner and
added long false lashes to him. She then lined his lips with a pink lip -
liner and added a tad lighter pink lipstick. When she was finished
blending Johnny found his lips having a Cupid's bow look to them.
Shimmering glittering pink lip gloss was then added which his mother
proceeded to apply. Her final touch for makeup was dotting his cheeks and
nose with a pink kohl pencil adding freckles to his made up face.
He was dressed in a sissy pink princess dress which his mother said was
every little girls sweet dream to dress as one. The dress had a high neck
collar which was edge with multiple tiers of lace. His mother tied the
collar in the back with delicate lace that had tiny satin bows attached
to it. The dress had a full circle skirt and was tiered as a petticoat
dress, all of which were edged in lashings of lace, fixed satin bows and
ribbons. The puff - ball shoulders and bell sleeves were edged in
delicate lace with tiny bows attached.
His mother placed white ankle socks which had a frilly lace top design on
him. She had him step into a pair of seven inch heels. He held out his
arms as his mother slid white satin elbow length opera gloves onto them
which were decorated with a pink rose and matching bow on the front of
each. Johnny hated the fact his mother was dressing him as a little girl.
He felt so foolish staring at his reflection in the mirror.
"Don't you make such an adorable little girl Johnny," his mother said
wish amusement in her tone.
"I hate this crap and I am going to take it off now!" he proclaimed
standing up to strengthen his claim. Johnny did not realize he was not
yet accustomed to walking in heels and quickly teetered in them. Miss
Styles took this opportunity and gave Johnny a soft push causing him to
fall back into his chair.
"Do not even think about it bitch," his mother hissed. "You are not going
to take off your dress; you are not going to act like a ruffian and you
are going to do exactly what I say from now on."
"Screw this, I am out," he shot back in defiance.
"Then leave," Miss Styles said with a smile. "Of course it will have to
be this instant and in the clothes you are currently wearing. I am not
going to provide you time to change into your ill begotten boy clothes.
Those clothes are also mine to do with what I please. Actually I think it
is best that you do leave. It may be best if I call the police and have
them escort you out. I should also inform them about the marijuana I
found in your room as well, they should know of such things. I am sure
you will be the bell of the ball in jail tonight dressed as you are.
Johnny look at his mother horrified as to what she was saying. The words
she spoke, the threats she made dumbfounded him. He knew he could not
leave the house dressed in the clothing he was currently wearing. Fear
overtook him thinking about being escorted from his home by the police.
It was even more frightening to think of was horrors would await him
dressed as a princess in jail. He knew he had misplaced one of his
stashes but assumed it would turn up eventually. By this time his mother
had already retrieved her cell phone from her purse and was standing in
front of him about to make the call to the authorities.
"No...I, don't..." Johnny stammered.
"I am sorry Johnny I did not catch what you were saying I am on the
phone. Were you going to tell me how much you love your beautiful new
dress and being a pretty, pretty princess?"
"Yeah that's it," he stammered again. "That what I was going to say."
Miss styles place her long manicured hand underneath her son's chin and
raised his head so they were looking one another in the eye. "Say yes
Mommy, I love my new beautiful dress and being a pretty, pretty princess.
Say it like you mean every word of it. If not your sissy ass will be
sitting in jail tonight and I am sure they will enjoy your sissy ass
there."
Johnny was trembling; this could not be happening he thought to himself.
He dropped his gaze to the ground for a moment and slowly shook his head.
He knew he had no choice and had to comply with his mother's demands. He
was too frightened of the consequences he would face. He returned his
gaze to his mother and said...
"Mommy I love my beautiful dress, it so cute and adorable. I love being a
pretty, pretty princess it's so much fun being dressed as one," He said
feeling sicker and sicker with each word he said.
"That's a good little girl Johnny. Mommy loves it when you act like a
good girl. Was it so hard telling Mommy you love your dress and being a
princess? Now wouldn't you love to have long beautiful hair and wear a
tiara like a real princess Johnny?"
It sickened and angered him being referred to as a girl, especially a
good little one. He felt it humiliating and emasculating. Johnny took a
deep breath because even though he did not wish to say what he was about
to say he realized he had no choice but to.
"Yes Mommy, I would love to have beautiful long hair and wear a tiara
like a real princess."
"Of course my precious pretty little princess would love to have long
beautiful hair and wear a tiara. Since you are starting to act like a
good little girl Mommy is very happy to oblige her princess daughter's
wishes. Now you wait right hear darling, Mother will return shortly.
Johnny thought about running to his room real fast and locking the door
behind him. He could get changed and out of the ridiculous clothes he was
wearing. He thought he could make a break from his window and get out of
this bizarre situation. Yet he knew none of that was really possible. The
high heel shoes he was wearing he could not even walk in let alone run
in. His Mother would easily catch him. Was this part of her design he
thought to himself. Did she want to limit his ability to walk by placing
him in such ridiculously sky high heels?
His mother returned with two packages in her hand and placed them down on
the vanity. She commanded her son to close his eyes and for them to
remain closed until she gave him permission to open them again. He felt
her brushing his hair upward and securing it with what he thought was a
rubber band to hold his hair in place on top of his head. He then felt
his mother place a nylon cap of some sorts on the top of his head as
well. Johnny then felt a cascade of long curls fall upon him as his
mother fastened a wig on him. He could tell the wig was great in length
and volume as he could feel hair touching his lower back and felt the
extra weight of all the excess hair.
Samantha styled her son's new hair to her liking before she placed the
tiara on him. When she became satisfied with the results she took
multiple pictures of him with her cell phone. Johnny could hear the
clicking of the pictures being taken and felt further trapped in his
satin prison.
"You may open your eyes now princess," Samantha said.
Johnny opened his eyes and saw his refection in the vanity mirror and
gasped. He could not comprehend his new image. To his shock and awe not
only was he dressed like a young lady he looked every bit the part. The
princess Lolita wig his mother had placed upon him was rich with
delirious long thick luscious curls. The curls hung over his shoulder and
down to his mid chest, the rest of the hair hung to his lower back. Not
only did he despise this but what he despised the most was that the hair
color was bubblegum pink in color. He looked like a doll.
He raised his hand to touch his new hair and he quickly pulled it back
when he saw the white opera length glove with flower and ribbons
decorating it do the same in the mirror. He turned his head from side to
side and heard the rustling of his long curled hair. He heard swishing
noises as he squirmed in his seat which made him feel nauseous. The
reflection was not his; it could be his he thought to himself.
"You look so sweet and innocent Johnny," his mother cooed in his ear.
"You remind me of a porcelain doll dressed in your precious princess
dress and having your hair styled the way you do" she added, standing
behind him teasing his hair to add further volume to it. "I am sure your
friends are going to love to see you all dolled up princess when I upload
the pictures I have taken of you to the social media sites you choose to
frequent. Mother has decided to be ever so kind and change your passwords
so she can do this for you while you admire yourself in the mirror."
"Please don't," Johnny said in a defeated whisper.
"I will be sure to mention that it was your choice to dress this way and
how much you adore being a princess. Of course if you do what mother asks
of you she will let you remain here and hold off posting these pictures
until a later date. The decision is yours Johnny will you do as mother
asks of you?"
Johnny took a deep breath as did the doll in the mirror. He did not want
pictures of himself dressed as a princess being posted to the internet
for others to see. He did not want his friends to know he had been
dressed as a princess. He truly did not want others to know he actually
looked like a girl when dressed as one. He did not want anyone to know
his mother had dressed him as a girl. He swallowed his pride and took his
first teetering step into femininity.
"Yeah, I'll do it," he said sullen and defeated, sulking forward in his
chair.
"That will not do!" Miss Styles hissed. She placed her hands on his
shoulder and with a jarring force pulled Johnny out of his slouching
position. "You listen to me young lady. First and foremost you will
always address me as mother or mommy from now on. Secondly, you will show
me the love and respect I so richly deserve. Lastly, you will act every
bit the part of a young lady and come to enjoy your training sessions."
"Now I will ask again one final time or do everything I promised to do.
Will you do as mother asks of you?"
"Yes mother, I will do what you ask me to do. I will show you the love
and respect you so richly deserve. I will act every bit the part of a
young lady and enjoy your training sessions mommy," Johnny said in a soft
delicate voice.
Johnny could see his mother smiling in the mirror. It was her first
genuine smile of the day. Miss Styles redesigning of her son had began.
The first high heeled steps of her son's blossoming new self had been
taken.
"That is a good girl sweetie. Mommy knew you would make a precious little
girl my dearest Melissa," Miss Styles purred branding her son with his
new selected name.
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"Melissa dear, we are here," Miss Styles stated bringing her daughter
back from her memory.
The women who worked for Miss Styles did not know Johnny would be joining
them on this day. They of course were going to be surprised he would be
serving as his mother's personal secretary as well as theirs. They were
all going to be in shock and awe with the changes that have been made to
Johnny's behavior and appearance.
"Melissa are you ready to begin helping mommy at the office and be her
personal secretary?" Miss Styles asked.
"Of course I am mommy," Melissa chimed. "Mommy if I do a really good job
and be a good girl can I pwease wear my pwetty, pwetty pwincess dress as
a reward?
Miss Styles had come to love whenever Johnny spoke about his precious
princess he so loved wearing now spoke with a slight lisp. The dress he
she had first placed him in; the one he use to despise wearing was now a
rewarding experience to wear if he properly obeyed his mother's wishes.
"Yes sweetie, if you act accordingly and be a good little girl for Mommy
she will let you wear your precious princess dress. I swear Melissa, if
you could, you would wear that dress everyday."
To be continued....
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